He had said more than once since the rebellion that he thought he could best serve Ireland by dying; and in the sequel, so deep was the impression left by his death that it seemed at times as if his thought had been true.
Yet one aspect of it was overlooked by many--the loss inflicted on his brother, the Irish leader.

It was not merely that Redmond lost the sole near kinsman of his generation; he lost in him the closest of those comrades who had been allied with him in all the stages of his life's fight.

The veterans of the old party had been vanishing rapidly from the scene; name succeeded name quickly on our death-roll.

This death left Redmond lonely, and sorely stricken in his affections.

But it did more.
It deprived him of a counsellor, and perhaps the only counsellor he had who temperamentally shared his own point of view.