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New Zealand Tablet, 18 November 1920, Page 11

BETTER RESULTS LESS WORK ! Thousands of housewives are rejoicing over the discovery of “No Rubbing Laundry Help.” It makes the weekly washing light work, and although no hard rubbing is needed, the clothes are turned out beautifully clean and.. fresh. It matters not how dainty the fabric or how dirty the garment, “No Rubbing Laundry Help” will cleanse it thoroughly and without the slightest injury.

“TEACH US HOW TO DIE.” The following beautiful verses, written by Alderman Terence Mac Sweeney, the martyred Lord Mayor of Cork, appeared in Kilkenny People, September 4, 1920 God, we enter our last fight; Thou dost see our cause is right; Make us march now in Thy sight On to victory. Let us not thy wrath deserve In the sacred cause we serve Let us not from danger swerve; Teach us how to die. Death for some is in reserve Before our flag can fly. All the agony of years, All the horrors, all the fears Martyrs’ blood, survivors’ tears, Now we offer Thee As an endless holocaust or % the freedom we have lost God restore it tho’ the cost Greater still must be; Let Thy Grace attend our host, Give us victory. See, we open our own hearts, Every wrong that in them smarts; Every secret pain that starts, We, too, offer Thee; Every dearest hope’s decease, Every fear that rocks our peace. Every cross with pain’s increase, Burthened tho’ we be;Sacrifice that shall not cease Till our land be free. Thou holdst freedom in Thy hand; Thou canst liberate our land; Hear ns; yield our one demand — Ireland’s liberty. We ask not her chains to rive And the sacred deed survive, That we may rejoice alive In her victory; We but ask that she shall thrive, And rest our fate with Thee. We know not what must befall Marching at our country’s call; Make us strong who must yield all That she may not die. Those who will survive the fight. Still attend them with Thy light, Thou our hope in darkest night, Then their guardian be. And hold our dear land in Thy sight Erect, firm and free.