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Louis A. Marie (1900-1957)


Louis Marie in Fianna Uniform circa 1915

Commandant Louis A. Marie (1900-1957)

Louis Albert Marie was born in Dublin in 1900. His father, Charles Marie, was a well-known travelling photographer originally from France. After arriving from France, Charles first settled in Limerick where he met a local girl Bridget O’Connor, who he subsequently married. They had their first daughter, Marguerite, while still living in Limerick. In 1898 they made the move to Dublin and settled in Lower Sherrand Street, on the north side of the city. It was here where Louis Marie was born. In 1911, the Marie family moved to Fairview Strand and by this stage the family had welcomed another three children, all girls, to the fold. Louis was educated at O’Connell Schools.

In 1912 Louis joined Na Fianna Eireann and was a member of An Cead Sluagh, which was based in Camden Street; he later transferred to the Merchant’s Quay Fianna branch. Louis Marie became one of the most active, loyal and trusted younger members of the scouting organization, and was part of Countess Markievicz’s renowned ‘Surrey House Clique’.

In 1914 he took park in the Howth gunrunning. In 1915 Louis joined the Irish Volunteers while still remaining a member of the Fianna. He was attached to ‘B’ Coy of the 3rd Battalion, Dublin Brigade Irish Volunteers.
On Easter Monday, 1916 he was one of the Fianna party which attempted to blow up the ammunition stores in the Magazine Fort at the Phoenix Park, which was to be the signal to start the Easter Rising. They were partially successful in their attempt to blow up the explosives. Included in this mission amongst others were Paddy Daly, Eamon and Christopher Martin, Garry and Paddy Holahan, Tim Roche, Sean Ford, Barney Mellows and Paddy Boland.


Magazine Fort Phoenix Park Dublin

Following this mission, Louis proceeded to the GPO and then onto Annesley Bridge at Fairview until Tuesday afternoon when they pulled back to the GPO. He remained at the GPO for the remainder of the week until the surrender at Moore Street. Following his arrest he was held at Richmond Barracks until 30th April and on the 1st May was sent to Stafford Jail in England but was released six weeks later on account of his age.

Back in Dublin, Louis Marie, now living in Grantham Street with his family, began assisting with the reorganization of his old Fianna unit, under the command of senior officer Theo Fitzgerald. He also received a small allowance from the National Aid for about three weeks following his release, to enable him to get back on his feet and obtain employment. For a short period, he was also attached to ‘C’ Company of the 3rd Battalion Irish Volunteers.

In 1918, he began work as a seaman/sailor on routes between Dublin and Liverpool, and later on between Liverpool and the United States. This enabled Marie to act as a sort of liaison officer and messenger between the Fianna (and IRA) in Dublin, and the movement in the UK and the US.
In March 1920, due to being a dual Irish/ French citizen, Marie was conscripted into the French Army and he served for almost two years until December 1921.

French Soldiers 1921

French soldiers heading out to be the Army of the Rhine in 1921

He returned to Ireland almost immediately, sided with the Pro-Treaty faction and subsequently joined the Free State National Army in March 1922. He was stationed at Beggar’s Bush Barracks during the Civil war and saw little action. By 1924 he held the rank of Commandant. He later served at the Curragh in Kildare until he resigned from full time duties in the Defence Forces in 1929.

In 1926, Louis Marie married Eileen McGonigal, sister of former Fianna member and artist Maurice McGonigal, R.H.A.

Louis Marie was appointed Postmaster of Leeson Street Post Office in Dublin in the early 1930’s.


In 1936 Louis Marie was one of twelve former Irish Volunteer/Fianna 1916 veterans who signed the Magazine Fort Garrison Roll of Honour. However, the Roll of Honour did not accurately reflect the number of participants at the Magazine Fort; it is estimated that there was between 17-20 men/boys who took part in the raid. Several ‘Fort’ combatants signed other garrison list such as the Four Courts, GPO and South Dublin Union; several refused to sign the Roll of Honour and a number died or had emigrated.

During the ‘Emergency’ years (1939-45), Louis Marie re-joined the Defence Forces and was attached to the Western Command, and stationed at Galway and Athlone.

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Irish Examiner September 1957

In 1946 after he left the army, he became assistant manager of the Theatre Royal Dublin, and later manager of the Cabra Grand Cinema and then the Theatre de Luxe in Camden Street, close to where he was a member of the Fianna all those years before. He eventually returned to the Royal as Manager and later became internal auditor of Odeon and Irish Cinema Ltd.

On 1st September 1957, Louis Marie, by now living in Blackrock, Co. Dublin, became seriously ill and sadly passed away. He was buried at Deansgrange Cemetery in Dublin. Full military honours were rendered at the graveside by a firing party from the Army. The last post was sounded by a bugler. The pall-bearers were veterans and former comrades from An Cead Slugh, pre-1916 Fianna Eireann. The attendance included artist Maurice McGonigle, R.H.A. (brother-in-law), the Lord Mayor of Dublin and several members of the Old Fianna, including Sean Saunders, Harry Walpole, Seamus Kavanagh, Seamus Pounch, Christopher ‘Kit’ Martin, Eamon Martin, Robert Holland and Albert Dyas.

An oil painting of Commandant Marie, by his brother-in-law, Maurice McGonigal, R.H.A., was commissioned by the Irish Defence Forces for display in the officers’ mess in McKee Barracks. It is not known if it still on display.

Research and article by Eamon Murphy



Madame Markievicz: Liam Mellows (as we knew him).




“Liam Mellows joined the Fianna in its very early days. Colbert and Heuston belonged to the same group of boys and were his comrades. Liam always had faith in its ultimate success, and, through all our difficulties, his steadfastness, courage and gaiety influenced all he met, and made us lean on him, and as time went on put more and more confidence in him. He loved the young people and believed in them. He believed, too, that the Republic would be finally established and recognised internationally through the self-sacrifice and courage of the youth of Ireland.

One little scene between Liam and myself always rises before my vision when his name is mentioned. It was one of the unforgetable things that showed the greatness of his growing soul. I would like all our young patriots to know it, too, and to think of Liam when they are starting out on the road of life, and the crossroads are reached. One road leads into the darkness. It is only lit by the starry crowns of martyrs and by the lights of Heaven in the far, far distance. The other road is bright and gay, and leads to worldly success, to pleasure and money; the darkness at the end is hardly seen. Liam knew instinctively that the dark road led to a happy death, to comradeship with the noble dead and to immortality, while the bright and sunny path he scorned had brought many a confident and clever lad to die in the end the deah of a Judas or of Carey, or Castlereagh or MacNally.

It was during the very early days of the Fianna, and we of the Executive Council were very depressed. There were hardly any branches of the Fianna outside Dublin, few workers and little money. Liam came to me one day and said to me, very quietly and humbly, but with a twinkle in his eye, “I’m thinking of giving up my job, and I’m wondering if you’ll approve.” He went on to tell me that his job was a poor one, and that he did not care about it, and that he proposed chucking it for something that he would like better, and that though it would not be worth much at the beginning he believed he would be able to work it up all right.

He then made the amazing statement that he contemplated going on the road to organise the Fianna. He went on to tell me that he had a bicycle and a good new coat, and that once he got clear of Dublin it would be very cheap work for he need never take a train, and he was sure that in most places he would be able to find sympathisers and friends who would give him a bed, and save hotel expenses. He asked us to raise 30 shillings for him, to give him a start and if possible 10 shillings a week. With this he cheerfully declared he would be alright; indeed, money was hardly necessary, for he was sure that the movement would always find friends who would put him up. But he would just like to know that the 10 shillings was there all right in case of emergencies. Very soon, he explained, he would cease to be a burden to us, for he believed that soon he would be able to provide the money for his own expenses, with something over for the “Executive from the affiliation fees of the branches he would establish”. Of course, it was all nonsense about his job, but it was Liam’s way of putting off and always belittling the sacrifices he was prepared to make.
Headquarters thought it over and hesitated. Some thought it too great a sacrifice, as if he gave up his job he would probably not be able to get another, and the risk of failure was great. A boy going out alone into the unknown to try and induce boys to take on their young shoulders that which the men had shirked for more than a generation sounded like some story out of the far off, glorious days of Gaelic greatness, it didn’t sound like a business proposition for an organisation in the twentieth century. And yet it was our Liam, the wisest of us all, who was expounding the scheme, a merry twinkle in his blue eyes when he saw some of the boyish faces of amazement listening to him.


Madame with Revolver


Most of the Headquarters’ staff shared with me the belief that it is wrong to prevent or dissuade anyone sacrificing themselves for Ireland, if that is their wish, and so it came about that Liam got his way, gave up his job, and took up his cross for Ireland. From that day his life was one of striving and struggling along the Calvary of his own choosing, his eyes fixed on the ultimate goal, never looking back. He had that faith in God, which opens the spiritual eyes of a pure soul, and so he knew instinctively that sacrifice alone is the coin in which we must pay for the things beyond and above material value that we would attain to and give to our country.

So Liam, with a boyish faith, sacrificed himself, his life, every hour of it, for Ireland, to obtain freedom for her. We, his friends, know just a little of what he sacrificed. Love smiled at him and he bade her wait; ambition courted him at every turn, he scarcely glanced her way; friendship pulled at his heartstrings; rest, comfort, peace, with inviting eyes, mocked him as he gently passed them by. Every joy of life that tempted him to pause and turn aside from the path of his choosing was but one more of the golden coins of sacrifice offered by him “for the glory of God and the honour of Ireland”. His death was but the culmination of a life of sacrifice, the payment of the last golden coin.

We may weep for the happy memory of him, but no tears may be shed in sorrow and pity for the great death he died. They would be an unworthy tribute to one who we know found that higher peace and ecstasy that is only found in complete sacrifice, and that is God’s great gift to his martyrs. In the Fianna all his comrades loved him. He was so ambitious for them and for Ireland and so forgetful of himself, never seeking position, power or honours. He was full of sympathy and kindness and always ready for a bit of fun, steadfast, reliable and honourable. His fight in Galway in 1916, his work in America after his escape, his return and the great work he did on the Headquarters’ staff of the IRA during the Anglo-Irish War, his great speech against the “Treaty” in Dail Eireann, his fight in the Four Courts and his execution are public property, they belong to Ireland and to all patriots the world over. But to his comrades of the Fianna belong his boyish years of quiet work and training, and the unfolding of the great character and brain that made him the man he was and earned for him the fear and hatred of Mulcahy, who knew that in the end Ireland must stand for Liam and the honourable and courageous, who cared for honour and integrity more than life; and so he had him killed. Death has given immortality to Liam, immortality and power, and Liam dead will conquer, and the Republic for which he died prevail against her enemies.”


Article originally appeared in the ‘Fianna’ in May 1926

‘Fianna’ image thanks to Eimear Cremen. Mellows image courtesy of NLI. Markievicz image courtesy of

*Special thanks to Philip Ferguson who transcribed this article. He hand-copied the text and typed it up the Old Dublin Resource Centre back in the 1980’s. Philip has very kindly made this available and has given me permission to publish it here on the Fianna History Blog. Please give credit to Philip if you want to share this text.

Philip’s excellent blog can be found here:

Liam Mellows December 8th 1922


To my dear comrades in Mountjoy,

God bless you boys and may he give you fortitude, courage and wisdom to suffer and endure all for Ireland’s sake, An Phoblacht Abu,

Liam Mellows
Mountjoy Prison
Dec 8 1922

Sean Healy Plaque

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Sean Healy Plaque, Doyle’s Corner, Phibsborough, Dublin 7
John (or Sean) Healy, 15 years old, was a member of the Fianna Eireann North Frederick Street Sluagh. He joined in 1913. When the Fianna was restructured in 1915, his branch became No. 6 Company in the Fianna Battalion. Sean Heuston, who was also vice-Commandant of the whole Dublin Battalion, was also his Company commander.
He was involved in the transportation of arms across Dublin on Easter Saturday and when the Rising began on Easter Monday he had not yet received mobilization orders. By the Tuesday he made his way towards Jacobs. Commandant MacDonagh gave him a dispatch to deliver to an officer at Phibsboro Bridge, knowing he lived nearby and in the hope that he would then go home. Healy did venture home briefly to inform his mother that he was all right but as he made his way back to Commandant MacDonagh he was shot in the head at Phibsboro corner.
His last words were reportedly “God Bless the Volunteers”. (Cumann na mBan booklet on ‘The Fianna Heroes of 1916’ published in 1931). While it has been reported in many books that he died instantly, according to the Sisters of Mercy, Healy was brought to the Mater hospital where his “brain was hanging out all over his forehead, he only died two days later”. (Community of the Sisters of Mercy, BMH WS 463).
Image by Michael Pegum at Irish War Memorials
Text by Eamon Murphy


Fianna Scouts line up for inspection

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Another amazing Fianna image from the Bulmer Hobson Collection at the National Library of Ireland.