AMERICAN CIVIL WAR: Selections from Walt Whitman's "Memoranda during the War:" June 18* - "In one of the Hospitals I find Thomas Haley, Co. M, Fourth New York Cavalry - a regular Irish boy, a fine specimen of youthful physical manliness - shot through the lungs - inevitably dying - came over to this country from Ireland to enlist - has not a single friend or acquaintance here - is sleeping soundly at this moment, (but it is the sleep of death) - has a bullet-hole straight through the lung...I saw Tom when first brought here, three days since, and didn't suppose he could live twelve hours - (yet he looks well enough in the face to a casual observer.) He lies there with his frame exposed above the waist, all naked, for coolness, a fine built man, the tan not yet bleach'd from his cheeks and neck. It is useless to talk to him, as with his sad hurt, and the stimulants they give him, and the utter strangeness of every object, face, furniture, &c., the poor fellow, even when awake, is like a frighten'd, shy animal. Much of the time he sleeps, or half sleeps. (Sometimes I thought he knew more than he show'd.) I often come and sit by him in perfect silence; he will breathe for ten minutes as softly and evenly as a young babe asleep. Poor youth, so handsome, athletic, with profuse beautiful shining hair. One time as I sat looking at him while he lay asleep, he suddenly, without the least start, awaken'd, open'd his eyes, gave me a long, long steady look, turning his face very slightly to gaze easier - one long, clear silent look - a slight sigh - then turn'd back and went into his doze again. Little he knew, poor death-stricken boy, the heart of the stranger that hover'd near." "Bad Wounds, the Young - The soldiers are nearly all young men, and far more American than is generally supposed - I should say nine-tenths are native-born. Among the arrivals from Chancellorsville I find a large proportion of Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois men. As usual, there are all sorts of wounds. Some of the men fearfully burnt from the explosion of artillery caissons. One Ward has a long row of officers, some with ugly hurts. Yesterday was perhaps worse than usual. Amputations are going on - the attendants are dressing wounds. As you pass by, you must be on your guard where you look. I saw the other day a gentleman, a visitor apparently from curiosity, in of the Wards, stop and turn a moment to look at an awful wound they were probing, &c. He turn'd pale, and in a moment more he had fainted away and fallen on the floor." *apparently 1863

The County Tipperary site on the Ireland GenWeb Project has been updated. There are now individual webpages for 75 civil parishes and 1,370 townlands. Many have pictures and maps. All have available Family History Library film numbers and links. Many have surname links. If there is a townland or civil parish page you would like added with the next update, you can send me an email with your request. The following civil parish pages have either been added or updated: Holycross, Templebeg, Ballycahill, Rahelty and Templemore in the North Riding. Lattin, Tipperary, Templeroe, Rathkennan, Clonoulty, Clogher and Gaile in the South Riding. Each page has a map of the civil parish with the townlands indicated. Some new records have been contributed to the site plus some nice pictures plus surname links. If you have records and/or pictures or links you would like to contribute to the site, please contact me off the list. Also, if you find any mistake, also contact me off list. You can find the site at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/~irltip/ -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

Hi, We are in the process of adding submission forms to the IGP Archives. We have a new form which has never been used. We really need someone to try it out and make sure it is working. And you can share some data along the way. So, looking for military roster lists. Letters. That type of thing. If you are typing the information in, please copy it so if anything goes awry you can close and then go back in a paste your data. Thanks! Christina The direct link to the forms is: http://www.genrecords.org/irfiles/ There is a link on the archives page too. http://www.igp-web.com/IGPArchives/index.htm

GENETICS My father's in my fingers, but my mother's in my palms. I lift them up and look at them with pleasure - I know my parents made me by my hands. They may have been repelled to separate lands, in separate hemispheres, may sleep with other lovers, but in me they touch where fingers link to palms. With nothing left of their togetherness but friends who quarry for their image by a river, at least I know their marriage by my hands. I shape a chapel where a steeple stands. And when I turn it over, my father's by my fingers, my mother's by my palms demure before a priest reciting psalms. My body is their marriage register. I re-enact their wedding with my hands. So take me with you, take up the skin's demands for mirroring in bodies of the future. I'll bequeath my fingers, if you bequeath your palms. We know our parents make us by our hands. -- Sinead Morrissey

STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN In Banbridge Town in the County Down One morning last July, >From a boreen green came a sweet colleen, And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so sweet from her two brown feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there. >From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town, No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head And I looked with a feelin' rare And I say's, say's I, to a passerby Whose the maid with the nut brown hair? He smiled at me and he say's, say's he, That's the gem of Ireland's crown. It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the star of the County Down. At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right For a smile from my nut brown rose. No pipes I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Till my plough turns rust coloured brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down.

SNIPPET: Margaret Moran Dixon McDOUGALL (1826-1898), was brought up in the north of Ireland by "the strictest of conservatives," went to live in White River, Ontario and then Michigan, writing novels and poetry. She never lost her love of Ireland and returned in the early 1880s on a visit, after which she espoused the cause of Irish nationalism after revisiting her homeland. This book is based on a collection of her letters about Ireland circa 1882. Here is an excerpt: "It is the eighth of March. The weather remains frightfully inclement; the snow and sleet is succeeded by incessant rain storms. The Coercion bill has become law and even in the north there seems a difference in the people. There is a carefulness of expressing an opinion on any subject as if a reign of governmental terror had begun. The loyalty always so fervent is now intense and loud. The people here think that there is an epidemic of unreasonableness and causeless murmuring raging at the south and west. In all that I have seen in Down and Antrim, the agricultural laborers seem to be never at any time much above starvation; any exceptionally hard times bring it home to them. In cases of accident, disease, or old age, they have no refuge but the workhouse. There is a constant struggle, as heroic in God's sight as any struggle of their Scottish ancestors, to escape this dreaded fate. When it does overtake them, however, the beggar nurses wait upon the sick beggars with a tenderness that is inexpressibly touching. Emigration is impossible to the laborer or the hand-loom weaver. They have no money, they have nothing to sell to make money, and they are utterly unwilling to be torn from the places where they were born to be expatriated as beggars, and as beggars set down upon a foreign shore. I am literally giving utterance to the opinions expressed to me. I have heard these people loudly accused of extravagance; on enquiry was told that they bought American bacon and drank tea, whereas, if thrifty, they would be content with potatoes and buttermilk, or ditto and stir-about. As the cow has disappeared, and potatoes have been known to fail, I did not see the extravagance so clearly as I saw the parsimony that would grudge the hard-worked laborer or the pale over-worked weaver any nourishment at all. The charge of spending on whiskey seems more likely by the frightful amount of whiskey shops. Ireland's whiskey bill is going up into somewhere among the millions. It is a fearful pity that this tax on the industry and energy of the people could not be abolished. Truth compels me to add that faces liquor-painted abound most among the well-dressed and apparently well-to-do class whom one meets on the way. The tenant-farmers, in some cases, complain of their rents, and would complain more loudly but for fear of being classed with the Land League, for they in the north are intensely loyal. As for the mere laborer, no one seems to consider him or think of him at all. The weather has been so inclement, the days all so much alike, rain, hail, snow, sleet, high winds, and we were so busy coughing that the days slipped by almost unnoticed. Refusing the tempting offer of a free trip to see the beauties of Glengarriff, through the medium of a heavy rain we started for Derry by train. Ah! it does know how to rain in Ireland. Such a downpour, driven aslant by a fierce wind, so that, disregarding the thought of an umbrella, we held on to the rail of the jaunting car and were driven in the teeth of the tempest, smiling as if we enjoyed it, up to the station. Both sides of the road at the station were crowded with men in all sorts of picturesque habiliments. If it had been near the poor-house we would have thought that the population was applying for admittance en masse. As it was, seeing the station likewise crowded, the platform beyond crammed, all eager, expectant, waiting on something, we thought it was some renowned field preacher going to give a sermon, or a millionaire going to give largess. Not a bit of it. It was some person, idle and cruel, who was bringing a couple of poor captive deer to be hunted, and the hounds to hunt them, and the immense crowd represented the idle and cruel who had assembled to get a glimpse of this noble and elevating diversion. If it were possible for the deer and the man to change places the crowd would be still more delighted. Leaving Ballymena behind we panted through a completely sodden country. Everything was dripping. In many places the waters were out, and the low-lying lands were in a flood. Potatoes in pits linger in the fields, turnips and cabbages in the rows where they grew, bearing witness that even the last hard winter was many degrees behind the winters of Canada. The land on this road is not so good as what I left behind; therefore there were few gentlemen's houses, and the small farmhouses wore the usual poverty-stricken and neglected appearance. There were more waste hillsides devoted to whins, and flat fields tussocked with rushes as we swept on through the dripping country, under the sides of almost perpendicular rocks, down which little waterfalls, like spun silver, fell and broadened into bridal veils ere they reached the bottom. Then along the historical Foyle, "whose swelling waters," rather muddy at this season of the year, "roll northward to the main," and so following its windings and curvings we flashed into Derry."

Thanks to Jean R , Lefayre is my cousin. Bronwyn

Hi Irene - further to Mary's post, there is a William John THOMPSON baptised Co Down 1844. However, in using the facility to search with father's name there is no match. IGI has a member's submission of a William THOMPSON baptised Ballynamoney (sic), Co Antrim in 1838/9 - parents Hugh and Susannah. These are not always reliable as a source of precise information. There is a Hugh THOMPSON in Ballymoney in the Griffiths. Also two MURRAYs. There is a William MELLON in Dromore, Co Down in the Griffiths and a Hugh THOMPSON in Cumber, Mahgeradrool, which appears to be quite near to Dromore. There is a great website for Mahgeradrool which you might like to look at - all of your names there. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~rosdavies/MAPS/MagheradroolTownlands.htm I don't see a likely marriage for Hugh THOMPSON and a MURRAY anywhere though. This is not very helpful I know but may give an area to think about. Best wishes, Patsy - New Zealand Subject: [IRELAND] William John Thompson - County Down - Help please > Hi > I am asking please for help to find the birth place of William John > Thompson > from County Down. > I have been asked by older family members who are travelling to Ireland > next > week from New Zealand who would dearly love to see the area where their > great grandfather was born. His name was William John Thompson and he was > born abt 1840, as we understand in County Down. His parents were Hugh > Thompson and unknown Murray. He married a Harriet Mellon who was born in > 1838 somewhere in County Down and travelled with her parents to New > Zealand > where she married William. Her parents were William Mellon and Harriet > Hennessey. > If there is anyone who can help us out we would be very very very > grateful. > It is the first time for this couple to Ireland and they would dearly love > to see some of the area where the family originated from. They are > seniors > so this is possibly the only time they will get to see Ireland. > Please if you can help us out I would love to hear from you. > Irene > > NZ

Hi Bronwyn - You may have seen this, but there is an article "In Search of Barlows" at http://www.familyhistory.ie/docs/genie/Ireland's%20Genealogical%20Gazette%20-%20November2007%20PDF.pdf. Check out the BARLOW article on page 4, Nov. 2007 "Ireland's Genealogical Gazette" published by Genealogical Society of Ireland in Dublin; some contact names/addresses. Maybe this can provide more clues. Appears to be regarding the families you are researching with material from a diary. Other than that, look for transcribed newspaper and directories from that time period on the Internet. Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "Bronwyn Langridge" <taylah@xtra.co.nz> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, November 30, 2008 11:05 AM Subject: [IRELAND] BARLOW > Hoping someone may be able to tell me who Councilor Barlow is of > Montgomery St Dublin in 1777 The entry reads Arthur son of Councillior > Barlow to Jane Scott of Montgomery St. Thanks Bronwyn

Hi I am asking please for help to find the birth place of William John Thompson from County Down. I have been asked by older family members who are travelling to Ireland next week from New Zealand who would dearly love to see the area where their great grandfather was born. His name was William John Thompson and he was born abt 1840, as we understand in County Down. His parents were Hugh Thompson and unknown Murray. He married a Harriet Mellon who was born in 1838 somewhere in County Down and travelled with her parents to New Zealand where she married William. Her parents were William Mellon and Harriet Hennessey. If there is anyone who can help us out we would be very very very grateful. It is the first time for this couple to Ireland and they would dearly love to see some of the area where the family originated from. They are seniors so this is possibly the only time they will get to see Ireland. Please if you can help us out I would love to hear from you. Irene NZ

There are 2 William Thompsons from County Down mentioned in The Irish Family History Foundation site, but you have to pay to see the details. Sorry I cant help further. Mary ----- Original Message ----- From: "Irene Taylor" <migt@xtra.co.nz> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, November 30, 2008 3:46 PM Subject: [IRELAND] William John Thompson - County Down - Help please > Hi > > > > I am asking please for help to find the birth place of William John > Thompson > from County Down. > > > > I have been asked by older family members who are travelling to Ireland > next > week from New Zealand who would dearly love to see the area where their > great grandfather was born. His name was William John Thompson and he was > born abt 1840, as we understand in County Down. His parents were Hugh > Thompson and unknown Murray. He married a Harriet Mellon who was born in > 1838 somewhere in County Down and travelled with her parents to New > Zealand > where she married William. Her parents were William Mellon and Harriet > Hennessey. > > > > If there is anyone who can help us out we would be very very very > grateful. > It is the first time for this couple to Ireland and they would dearly love > to see some of the area where the family originated from. They are > seniors > so this is possibly the only time they will get to see Ireland. > > > > Please if you can help us out I would love to hear from you. > > > > Irene > > NZ > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELAND-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Hoping someone may be able to tell me who Councilor Barlow is of Montgomery St Dublin in 1777 The entry reads Arthur son of Councillior Barlow to Jane Scott of Montgomery St. Thanks Bronwyn

Jean, Thank you so much for all your input!!! You must be a teacher - I keep learning and understanding the history of the Irish because of you----- THANK YOU Tom Durkin -----Original Message----- From: ireland-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:ireland-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Jean R. Sent: Saturday, November 29, 2008 8:30 PM To: IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [IRELAND] Description, Evictions,Land League - Co. Donegal c. 1882 - Margaret Moran Dixon McDOUGALL(1826-1898) SNIPPET: Margaret Moran Dixon McDOUGALL (1826-1898), was brought up in the north of Ireland by "the strictest of conservatives," went to live in White River, Ontario and then Michigan, writing novels and poetry. She never lost her love of Ireland and returned in the early 1880s on a visit, after which she espoused the cause of Irish nationalism after revisiting her homeland. This book is based on a collection of her letters about Ireland circa 1882. Here is an excerpt: "Suddenly we became aware of a great crowd assembled at a group of small houses a little off the public road, and turned our horse's head in that direction. There were a great many cars--well there might be, for there were seventy police on the ground, under the command of a police officer named McLeod. There was an immense crowd of people, who were entirely unarmed, not even a shillelagh among them; but if knitted brows and flashing eyes mean anything, there were men there capable, if any incident set pent-up rage free, to imitate the men of Harlech, who, with plaided breasts, encountered mail clad men. A large proportion of the crowd were women and girls, for there is a flourishing branch of the Ladies' Land League here. The tenants to be evicted were, some of them, tenants of the Rev. William Crawford. I was told by what seemed good authority that the tenants did not owe much rent, but were pressed just now to punish them for joining the Land League. It was believed that the tenants were able to pay, but there was a strike against what they believed exorbitant rent. The evictions were to demonstrate the landlord's power to compel them to pay. There was a great crowd. The policemen were formed in fours, and the crowd howled and hooted as they proceeded to the first house, McCallion's. The policemen took up a position convenient to the house, and a few were stationed at the door. The under sheriff was on the spot. The little cottage was neat and tidy, white-washed of course. I was not inside; I did not like to go; those who were said it was very clean and neat. A room with a few ornaments, a table and some chairs, and a kitchen with its dresser and table, and a few chairs and stools. The rent was L14 6s. The tenant stated that he objected to pay the rent on account of it being too high. The family were sad-looking, but were very quiet. A paper was presented to him to sign, acknowledging himself a tenant at will, and promising to give up the holding on demand; on signing the paper, he got a respite of six months. The crowd then went to the house of James McCauley, when the same form was gone through and the same respite granted. The next house was John Carruthers'. Here the crowd were very much excited, the women screeched, the men howled, and the poor constabulary came in for unlimited hooting. The next place was the joint residence of Owen and Denis Quigley, joint tenants of a little patch. The cottage is in a gulley on the mountain side, about a mile of crooks and turns from John Carruthers' house. The crowd was very large that was gathered round the door. As the police came up how they did howl! How they did shout, "Down with Harvey (the agent), and the Land League for ever." Some of the women declared themselves willing to die for their country. Another man was evicted, a tenant of Mr. Hector McNeil. The rent here was L22 3s and the valuation L18 10s. Like the rest he said he could not pay it because it was too high. At the next place a young lady Land Leaguer delivered a speech--Mary McConigle, a rather pretty young girl. Her speech was a good deal of fiery invective, withering sarcasm and chaff for the police, who winced under it, poor fellows, and would have preferred something they could defend themselves from--bayonets, for instance--to the forked lightning that shot from the tongue and eyes of this female agitator. Whatever would be the opinion of critics about it, Mary McConigle voiced the sentiments of the people and was cheered by the men and kissed by the women. There were a good many speeches made at different times. Father Bradley, a tall, sallow young priest with a German jaw, square and strong and firm, spoke very well, swaying his hearers like oats before the wind. He praised them, he sympathized with them, he encouraged them, putting golden hopes for the future just a little way ahead of them, but through it all ran a thread of good advice to them to be self-restrained and law-abiding. I think I rather admired Father Bradley and his speech. I had a little conversation with him afterward. He said the lands were really rented too high, too high to leave for the cultivator of the soil anything but bare subsistence in the best of years; and when bad years followed one another, or in cases of sickness coming to the head of the family, want sat down with them at once. Mr. Cox, the representative of the Land League, was also there, and made a speech. He and some gentlemen of the press arrived in a car with tandem horses. Such grandeur impressed upon the people the belief that they were connected with law and landlords, so, in enquiring the way, they found the people very simple and ignorant. When they came where roads met they were at a loss to know how to proceed, and a countryman whom they interrogated was both lame and stupid; when he knew, however, who Mr. Cox was, he recovered the use of his limbs and brightened up in his intellect in a truly miraculous manner. There were other speeches during the forenoon of the evictions from Father O'Kane, the gentle little priest of Moville, Mr. McClinchy, the Poor Law Guardian, and others. The greatest success of the day as to speech-making was, after all, the speech of Mary McConigle, to judge of its present effect--no one else was kissed. The gist of most of the speeches which I heard, or heard of, was, advising to hope, to firmness, to stand shoulder to shoulder, and a counsel to be law-abiding, wrapped up in a little discreet blarney. As we drove away in the direction of Carndonagh we passed on the way a wing of the Ladies' Land League, marching home in procession two and two. A goodly number of bareheaded sonsie lasses, wrapped in the inevitable shawl; rather good-looking, healthy and rosy-cheeked were they, with their hair snooded back, and gathered into braids sleek and shining. Brown is the prevailing color of hair among the Irish girls in the four counties I have partly passed through. These Land League maidens reminded me of other processions of ladies which I have seen marching in the temperance cause. They were half shame-faced, half laughing, clinging to one another as if gathering their courage from numbers. Carndonagh, which we reached at last, is another clean, excessively whitewashed little town, straggling up a side hill, with any amount of mountains looming up in the near distance. A little after we arrived the Carndonagh contingent of the police on duty at the evictions came driving in, horses and men both having a wilted look. The drivers came in for some abuse as they took their horses out of the cars on the street. One old man could not at all express what he felt, though he tried hard to do so, and screeched himself hoarse in the attempt. The police, as they alighted down off the cars, made for their barracks-- a tall white house standing sentry at a corner. As one entered, a little child toddled out to meet him with outstretched arms. He stopped to kiss and pet the child, looking fatherly and human. I am sure the little kiss was sweet and welcome after the howls and hoots of the crowd and the sarcastic eloquence of Miss McConigle. I pity the police; they are under orders which they have to obey. I have never heard that they have delighted in doing their odious duty harshly, and the bitter contempt of the people is, I am sure, hard to bear." ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELAND-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

The Ireland Genealogy Projects Archives (IGPA), County Donegal have been updated with the following files. A big thank you to Anne Ward for her contributions to the archives. Vital Records: McIlhenny Births - Anne Ward Vital Records: McElhenny Deaths - Anne Ward Vital Records: McIlhenny Marriages - Anne Ward Vital Records: McHugh Marriages - Anne Ward Headstones: Frosses Old Cemetery - Bob http://www.igp-web.com/IGPArchives/ire/donegal/index.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Perfect Backup for your genealogical data files --- The IGP Archives Have you some item of genealogy interest, all types of files, photos of documents, headstones are welcomed at the Archives. If you would like to contribute files or images to the Donegal or Laois (Queens) Archive please contact me or send the files to my email address listed on the home page of the IGPA website. or via the Submission Form on the Donegal Records Index Page ------------------------------------------------ Contributions for other counties in Ireland are also welcomed, contact the county coordinator listed on the home page. or use the Submission Form on the index page of each county. Visit our new home http://www.igp-web.com/IGPArchives/ try our new search engine on the home page. Enjoy Bob Donegal and Laois IGPA File Manager ===================================================

SNIPPET: Margaret Moran Dixon McDOUGALL (1826-1898), was brought up in the north of Ireland by "the strictest of conservatives," went to live in White River, Ontario and then Michigan, writing novels and poetry. She never lost her love of Ireland and returned in the early 1880s on a visit, after which she espoused the cause of Irish nationalism after revisiting her homeland. This book is based on a collection of her letters about Ireland circa 1882. Here is an excerpt: "Suddenly we became aware of a great crowd assembled at a group of small houses a little off the public road, and turned our horse's head in that direction. There were a great many cars--well there might be, for there were seventy police on the ground, under the command of a police officer named McLeod. There was an immense crowd of people, who were entirely unarmed, not even a shillelagh among them; but if knitted brows and flashing eyes mean anything, there were men there capable, if any incident set pent-up rage free, to imitate the men of Harlech, who, with plaided breasts, encountered mail clad men. A large proportion of the crowd were women and girls, for there is a flourishing branch of the Ladies' Land League here. The tenants to be evicted were, some of them, tenants of the Rev. William Crawford. I was told by what seemed good authority that the tenants did not owe much rent, but were pressed just now to punish them for joining the Land League. It was believed that the tenants were able to pay, but there was a strike against what they believed exorbitant rent. The evictions were to demonstrate the landlord's power to compel them to pay. There was a great crowd. The policemen were formed in fours, and the crowd howled and hooted as they proceeded to the first house, McCallion's. The policemen took up a position convenient to the house, and a few were stationed at the door. The under sheriff was on the spot. The little cottage was neat and tidy, white-washed of course. I was not inside; I did not like to go; those who were said it was very clean and neat. A room with a few ornaments, a table and some chairs, and a kitchen with its dresser and table, and a few chairs and stools. The rent was L14 6s. The tenant stated that he objected to pay the rent on account of it being too high. The family were sad-looking, but were very quiet. A paper was presented to him to sign, acknowledging himself a tenant at will, and promising to give up the holding on demand; on signing the paper, he got a respite of six months. The crowd then went to the house of James McCauley, when the same form was gone through and the same respite granted. The next house was John Carruthers'. Here the crowd were very much excited, the women screeched, the men howled, and the poor constabulary came in for unlimited hooting. The next place was the joint residence of Owen and Denis Quigley, joint tenants of a little patch. The cottage is in a gulley on the mountain side, about a mile of crooks and turns from John Carruthers' house. The crowd was very large that was gathered round the door. As the police came up how they did howl! How they did shout, "Down with Harvey (the agent), and the Land League for ever." Some of the women declared themselves willing to die for their country. Another man was evicted, a tenant of Mr. Hector McNeil. The rent here was L22 3s and the valuation L18 10s. Like the rest he said he could not pay it because it was too high. At the next place a young lady Land Leaguer delivered a speech--Mary McConigle, a rather pretty young girl. Her speech was a good deal of fiery invective, withering sarcasm and chaff for the police, who winced under it, poor fellows, and would have preferred something they could defend themselves from--bayonets, for instance--to the forked lightning that shot from the tongue and eyes of this female agitator. Whatever would be the opinion of critics about it, Mary McConigle voiced the sentiments of the people and was cheered by the men and kissed by the women. There were a good many speeches made at different times. Father Bradley, a tall, sallow young priest with a German jaw, square and strong and firm, spoke very well, swaying his hearers like oats before the wind. He praised them, he sympathized with them, he encouraged them, putting golden hopes for the future just a little way ahead of them, but through it all ran a thread of good advice to them to be self-restrained and law-abiding. I think I rather admired Father Bradley and his speech. I had a little conversation with him afterward. He said the lands were really rented too high, too high to leave for the cultivator of the soil anything but bare subsistence in the best of years; and when bad years followed one another, or in cases of sickness coming to the head of the family, want sat down with them at once. Mr. Cox, the representative of the Land League, was also there, and made a speech. He and some gentlemen of the press arrived in a car with tandem horses. Such grandeur impressed upon the people the belief that they were connected with law and landlords, so, in enquiring the way, they found the people very simple and ignorant. When they came where roads met they were at a loss to know how to proceed, and a countryman whom they interrogated was both lame and stupid; when he knew, however, who Mr. Cox was, he recovered the use of his limbs and brightened up in his intellect in a truly miraculous manner. There were other speeches during the forenoon of the evictions from Father O'Kane, the gentle little priest of Moville, Mr. McClinchy, the Poor Law Guardian, and others. The greatest success of the day as to speech-making was, after all, the speech of Mary McConigle, to judge of its present effect--no one else was kissed. The gist of most of the speeches which I heard, or heard of, was, advising to hope, to firmness, to stand shoulder to shoulder, and a counsel to be law-abiding, wrapped up in a little discreet blarney. As we drove away in the direction of Carndonagh we passed on the way a wing of the Ladies' Land League, marching home in procession two and two. A goodly number of bareheaded sonsie lasses, wrapped in the inevitable shawl; rather good-looking, healthy and rosy-cheeked were they, with their hair snooded back, and gathered into braids sleek and shining. Brown is the prevailing color of hair among the Irish girls in the four counties I have partly passed through. These Land League maidens reminded me of other processions of ladies which I have seen marching in the temperance cause. They were half shame-faced, half laughing, clinging to one another as if gathering their courage from numbers. Carndonagh, which we reached at last, is another clean, excessively whitewashed little town, straggling up a side hill, with any amount of mountains looming up in the near distance. A little after we arrived the Carndonagh contingent of the police on duty at the evictions came driving in, horses and men both having a wilted look. The drivers came in for some abuse as they took their horses out of the cars on the street. One old man could not at all express what he felt, though he tried hard to do so, and screeched himself hoarse in the attempt. The police, as they alighted down off the cars, made for their barracks-- a tall white house standing sentry at a corner. As one entered, a little child toddled out to meet him with outstretched arms. He stopped to kiss and pet the child, looking fatherly and human. I am sure the little kiss was sweet and welcome after the howls and hoots of the crowd and the sarcastic eloquence of Miss McConigle. I pity the police; they are under orders which they have to obey. I have never heard that they have delighted in doing their odious duty harshly, and the bitter contempt of the people is, I am sure, hard to bear."

Henry If you go to the Project homepage and look at the section headed "Meanings of the codes and numbers" you should get an understanding of the meanings. http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/ -- Regards Nick /Home/ http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickred/ <http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Enickred/> /Sites managed/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/index.html <http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Eregistryofdeeds/index.html> http://www.igrsoc.org/index.htm http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickred/majuratennis/ <http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Enickred/majuratennis/> Henry S Dillon wrote: > A potential great source of information. Is there an index which might > describe or explain the column title designations? > > Henry S. Dillon >

SNIPPET: Suggestions for sightseeing, travel guide book author Rick STEVES -- IRELAND Length of Visit: 5 Days - Dublin, Dingle Peninsula (western-most tip of Ireland, Gaelic-speaking fishing villages w/Irish folk music). 7 Days - Add Galway and a day in Belfast. 9 Days - Add County Clare/Burren. 11 Days - Add Northern Ireland's Antrim Coast. 15 Days - Add Aran Islands, Wicklow Mountains. 19 Days - Add Kinsale (Cork), Waterford, Valley of the Boyne 30 miles north of Dublin w/burial ground Newgrange, Monasterboice high crosses, Trim (Meath) Castle where "Braveheart" was filmed. 23 Days - Add Ring of Kerry, Connemara (Galway), Derry, Donegal.

SARAH ON HOLIDAY Ballyvaughan; peat and salt. The wind bawls across these mountains, scalds the orchids of the Burren. They used to leave milk out once on these windowsills, to ward away child-stealing spirits. The sheets are damp. We sleep between the blankets. The light cotton of the curtains lets the light in. You wake first thing and in your five-year-size striped nightie you are everywhere, trying everything: the springs on the bed, the hinges on the windows. You know your a's and b's; but there's a limit now to what you'll believe. When dark comes I leave a superstitious feast of wheat biscuits, apples, orange juice out for you; and wake to find it eaten. -- Eavan BOLAND (b. 1944 Dublin)

Fellow researchers The Registry of Deeds is an incredibly valuable source of genealogical information covering the period from fifty years before its inception 300 years ago to the late 1900s. The Registry of Deeds Index Project proposes to make these records more accessible through a volunteer project to compile a complete name index of the memorial volumes. The aims and accomplishments of the project are set out here: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/ Through the sterling efforts of a small band of contributors the project now has more than 25,000 index records in its data base. You can browse the index entries at the link below: Records in family name order http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/by_name/name_index.htm Records in memorial number order http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/by_number/number_index.htm Moreover, a new search facility has been added so that the database can be searched more effectively. (you can search for names, residences and, book and memorial numbers. See this link. http://members.pcug.org.au/~nickred/deeds/search_index.html Contributions of index entries or transcriptions are always welcome. The ways to make contributions are set out in the project's home page. The following form may be used to contribute index entries: Word 2003 format http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/abstract_template.doc Rich text format: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/abstract_template.rtf -- Regards Nick /Home/ http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickred/ <http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Enickred/> /Sites managed/ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/index.html <http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Eregistryofdeeds/index.html> http://www.igrsoc.org/index.htm http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickred/majuratennis/ <http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Enickred/majuratennis/>

Thanks for that. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Nick Reddan" <nickred@webone.com.au> To: <ireland@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, November 28, 2008 1:08 PM Subject: Re: [IRELAND] Registry of Deeds Index Project -- Developments > Henry > > If you go to the Project homepage and look at the section headed > "Meanings of the codes and numbers" you should get an understanding of > the meanings. > > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/ > > > > -- > > > Regards > > > > > > Nick > > /Home/ > http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickred/ > <http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Enickred/> > /Sites managed/ > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~registryofdeeds/index.html > <http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Eregistryofdeeds/index.html> > http://www.igrsoc.org/index.htm > http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickred/majuratennis/ > <http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Enickred/majuratennis/> > > Henry S Dillon wrote: >> A potential great source of information. Is there an index which might >> describe or explain the column title designations? >> >> Henry S. Dillon >> > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELAND-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG - http://www.avg.com Version: 8.0.176 / Virus Database: 270.9.11/1817 - Release Date: 11/28/2008 8:17 AM