OLD SKIBBEREEN Oh, father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's Isle, Her lofty scenes and valleys green, her mountains rude and wild, They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell, Oh, why did you abandon it? The reason to me tell. Oh, son! I loved my native land with energy and pride, Till a blight came o'er my crops -- my sheep, my cattle died; My rent and taxes were too high, I could not them redeem, And that's the cruel reason that I left old Skibbereen. Oh, well do I remember the bleak December day, The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away; They set my roof on fire with their cursed English spleen, And that's another reason that I left old Skibbereen. Your mother, too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground, She fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation round, She never rose, but passed away from life to mortal dream, And found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen. And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame, I could not leave you with my friends, you bore your father's name -- I wrapt you in my cotamore at the dead of night unseen, I heaved a sigh and bade good-bye, to dear old Skibbereen. -- Anonymous, "The Irish in America," Coffey & Golway Eyewitness, Elihu BURRITT, in a famine-era letter from Skibbereen, Co. Cork, to America described seeing "entirely naked" children, "breathing skeletons" living in the outskirts of Skibbereen, one of Ireland's most devasted areas during the Great Potato Famine. He wrote: "We entered with some difficulty (the cabin) and found a single child about three years old lying on a kind of shelf, with its little face resting upon the edge of the board and looking steadfastly out at the door, as if for its mother. It never moved its eyes as we entered, but kept them fixed toward the entrance...No words can describe the peculiar appearance of the famished children. Never have I seen such bright, blue, clear eyes looking so steadfastingly at nothing....I could almost fancy that the angels of God had been sent to unseal the vision of these little patient, perishing creatures, to the beatitudes of another world; and they were listening to the whispers of unseen spirits bidding them t! o "wait a little longer." Another visitor to Ireland said that there were thousands of starving children, everywhere, inside and outside hovels, in the towns, and along the roads, in the winter of 1846-47. They no longer spoke, much less cried; they just stared with a gaunt, unmeaning vacancy, a kind of insanity, a stupid, despairing look that asked for nothing, expected nothing, received nothing. -- "Paddy's Lament," Thomas Gallagher

Hello Ireland List, Researching from Australia (with difficulty). Family name is O'Neill which makes the research doubly hard (like looking for needle in a haystack!) An early settler to Australia ( husbands forbears) migrated from Ireland aboard the ship 'Peterborough' which departed Plymouth and arrived Sydney 4 May 1879. Is there any way I can find out from which port this family may have embarked in Ireland and is there any migration details kept about families which left the country? Are there any books which detail possible reasons why a husband, wife and three small children would leave their homeland around the period late 1800's? James O'Neill was from Fermanagh and his wife Roseanne McKenna from Tyrone . Any help or advice about how I might proceed would be gratefully received. Best wishes Ruza and Terry O'Neill Breamlea (west coast Victoria - Australia)

Ros, Write this fellow; "William Flanagan" <Liam@cox.net> He subscribes to; FERMANAGH-L@rootsweb.com, and probably others. brian magaoidh <bmagaoidh@yahoo.com> wrote........................... >Ros, > By coincidence (?) a friend has asked for help tracing his Flannigan > connections. > Although I am unsure where they came from originally, they settled in > East Belfast. In particular, I am seeking information on a Joseph > Flannigan, who may have died in 1931 or 1932. > ..................................................................... > >Are there any FLANNIGAN researchers on the list who might have some >information on the family listed below? If so, I would really like to >make contact with you. >Many thanks, >Ros in Canada

This is a new IRISH GENEALOGY and HISTORY group geared specifically to those with an avid interest in EAST COUNTY CORK, IRELAND. EAST COUNTY CORK, IRELAND is defined as the geographic area South of MIDLETON, West of YOUGHAL, East of COBH and North of BALLYCOTTON as seen on this map: http://www.eastcorktourism.com/res/East%20Cork.jpg This Group is for anyone: 1. searching for ancestors in East County Cork, Ireland. 2. expressing an interest in the history, geography, mapping, surveys, ordinances, customs and immigration patterns of families from East County Cork, Ireland. 3. willing to share family histories, genealogies, photographs, anecdotes, stories, and folklore from East County Cork, Ireland. Please join us! The owner and moderator of this Yahoo Group is: Bill Dorgan Website: www.billdorgan.com Email: billdorgan@billdorgan.com

SNIPPET: Kinnitty, is 8 miles (13 km) east of Birr, a charming village at the foot of the Slieve Bloom Mountains. William BULFIN, in the 19th century "Rambles in Erin," wrote: 'Kinnitty is probably the most beautifully situated village I have ever seen, embowered in woods, a sheltered Eden in the hills.'

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The Ireland Genealogy Projects County Leix website has been updated. The following civil parish webpages have been added and/or updated: Attanagh, Kildellig, Cloydagh, Glashare, Kilcolmanbrack, Killenny, Sleaty, Tecolm and Timogue. The following townland webpages have been added and/or updated: Clogrenan, Gorteenahilla, Cremorgan, Garryduff, Killenny, Killone, Grange, Ballynafunshin (2), Clorhaun, Fermoyle, Glebe, Grenan (2), Brocka, Kildellig, Durrow Town, Clonaslee Town, Gurraun, Moneycleare, Raheenduff, Rosconnell Glebe, Knockbeg, Sleaty, Corbally, Ballinteskin, Ballycoolan, Ballyprior, Clondoolagh, Guileen, Timogue, Rathleague, Ballinakill Town. Other webpages have been updated with new information/data/pictures: Records, Surnames, Links, Land Divisions. If you have data, pictures and/or information you would like to add to this website, email me off list. Also if you have corrections or find errors, also email me off list. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

Any ideas on where we can find out more about Richard Lovett? Parents, Marriage?????? -----Original Message----- From: Jean R. [mailto:jeanrice@cet.com] Sent: Wednesday, January 18, 2006 1:24 PM To: IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [IRELAND] Glengariff (Cork) - "An Earthly Paradise" (1888) - English Traveller, Richard LOVETT SNIPPET: Enthusiastic and observant Victorian traveller, Richard LOVETT, journeyed throughout Ireland, and his journal was first published in 1888 by The Religious Tract Society. "There are three main routes from Cork to Killarney. The tamest is by rail via Mallow; the most adventurous is by rail to Macroom, and thence to Killarney by the north road, as it is called, one of the finest drives in South-western Ireland, running through the country of the MacCARTHYs, with their ruined castles, and enabling the traveller to see Gougane Barra and the Pass of the Deer. The former is a lonely lake, lying embosomed in a great hollow formed by the mountains, which tower in parts almost perpendicularly above it. In the centre of the lake is an islet sacred to St. Finn Bar, which was for ages the object of special pilgrimages. The scenery here, for wild magnificence and power to touch the imagination, can hold its own with any in this region -- so full of grand mountain and lake solitudes. The Pass of the Deer is a deep mountain cleft about two miles in length, the most sternly grand defile in Ireland, a scene of utter loneliness, where no song of bird or ! hum of bee breaks the monotonous stillness, save where the ripple of numerous sparkling rills course down the side of the acclivities. There are immense masses of rock seemingly poised in the air, almost perpendicularly on either side, clothed with stunted arbutus, rowan-tree, yew and holly, while huge projecting cliffs ever and anon seem threatening to bar the visitor's progress. Here the outlawed O'SULLIVANs and O'LEARYs long defied the Government, and in 1822 the adherents of Captain ROCK for a long time held possession of the pass, until dislodged by LORD BANTRY and the military. It is a district well adapted for lawlessness of this kind. But the popular route is by way of Bantry and Glengariff. This takes the traveller along one of the roads in Ireland most frequented, at least in the tourist season; but it also has compensations, inasmuch as it offers some most magnificent drives, and at the chief stopping points some of the very best hotels in Ireland are to be found. A short but pleasant railway journey from Cork enables the visitor to see the pretty country on the road to Bandon, to catch a good passing glimpse of that well-situated town, to see something of the wildest parts of County Cork, and finally brings him to Bantry, at the head of the famous bay of the same name. Here, if disposed to stop, he will find very comfortable accommodation, and although the little town presents an ancient appearance, and has a fish-like odour, there is nothing in it that need detain him long. But with the drive to Glengariff the beauties of this region begin to reveal themselves. the road winds along the north-eas! tern shores of Bantry Bay, which are somewhat hilly, affording consequently beautiful and ever-varying views. Whether the shadows of evening are over the landscape, it will linger long in the memory. The noble expanse of the bay, the lofty peaks of the Sugar Loaf and other distant mountains, the fine bold rock contours, the little streams that ripple down the surrounding mountains, the splendid colorings of sea and sky and rock and heath, all combine to heighten the enjoyment of the traveller. Especially fine are the views when the approach of evening tends to deepen the shadows and to robe the more distant prospects in a lovely purple haze. Eloquent descriptions of Glengariff abound, sometimes accurate and adequate, sometimes charged with pardonable exaggeration. But the perusal of these tends to form either untrue or disproportionate ideas of this celebrated glen. Perhaps the ideal course would be to go and see the spot, and then read the descriptions. Glengariff is emphatically a place where the eye seem what it is capable of seeing, and the impression received will vary here, more than in most places, according to the brain to which the eye transmits its sensations. Those who love the combination of bold rocks with lovely dells whose sides are fringed with beautiful trees, and through which musically murmuring streams run down to the sea; those who rejoice in the fresh, blue, health-giving ocean, and who yet love to look upon it in his gentler and softer moods; those who like when taking a holiday to exchange the rush and struggle and selfishness of modern metropolitan life for the peaceful country, fa! r removed from the roar of business and fierceness of modern competition, and yet sufficiently in touch with the outer world to avoid all traces of stagnation -- such as these, can hardly do better than select Glengariff as a place of resort. The modern tourist loves his comforts, and these he can have in the hotels. Be he pedestrian, or cyclist, or fisherman, or sketcher, or lover of boating and driving, here can he indulge to the full his favourite recreation. And he can at the same time breathe some of the purest air and rejoice in the marvellous wealth of rich and lovely scenery with which the beneficent Creator has gladdened this part of the land. The name Glengariff means 'the rugged glen.' It includes the harbour formed by the innermost recess of Bantry Bay, and the valley through which flows the Glengariff River, in its descent from Eagle's Nest Mountain, to the sea. The bay is dotted with a large number of tiny islets; the river rushes headlong down from its source, reaching its highest point of beauty, perhaps, at the old ruined arches of what is known as CROMWELL's Bridge. The temperature in this favoured glen varies within narrow limits, the vegetation is rich, the arbutus, the rowan-tree, the holly, azaleas, rhododendrons, and hydrangeas, all flourish here and its wonderful combination of beauties and advantages make it a notable place for rest for the overworked and weary, and a choice wintering place for the delicate. But most who visit this earthly Paradise, like ourselves, however fain to linger, have to hasten on to other scenes ..." ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/

Hi Jean one of my ancestors wrote a play called "The Cow Doctor", he died in Australia in 1814, previous to that he was a doctor in England but he was found to have 3 wives so was transported on "The Fanny" to Australia, is this the same thing or does it relate to someone else, his name was Thomas Parmeter. Regards Jen Jean R. wrote: > SNIPPET: Article entitled 'The Irish Cow-Doctor' in the 21 Feb. 1857 post-famine edition of "The Illustrated London News." -- > > "To give a general idea of the cow-doctor, he is invariably an old bachelor, having once upon a time been the sporteen (a gay fellow) of some village, and attended all the dances and hurling matches for miles round the country. No meeting of any kind was complete without his presence. How it was that he neglected the matrimonial yoke is difficult to determine, whether it was his admiration of the fair sex was so great that he was loth to offend all, by a 'single selection of one,' or that he feared by such selection he might regret his choice, if afterwards he became acquainted with one of more superior attractions. Meantime, in giving this important question too much consideration, he neglects his small 'holding,' has become reduced in circumstances, and as he lives on through years of misfortune, a change gradually comes 'o'er' the spirit of his dream,' for, as 'experience teacheth,' the experiments he has formerly practised on his own cattle have converted him from! a! > n eccentric into a scientific, and if not sad, at least a wise man. He is now recognised by the farmers of his district as the cow-doctor, from the skill he exercises in curing their distempered cattle, when all the resources they have previously adopted proved unavailing. > > The home of the cow-doctor is not the most delectable. Unlike the generality of mankind, he much more prefers the hearths of his neighbours to his own fireside, which is seldom graced by his presence, unless when he cannot avoid it. As he is in great demand through the country, he always contrives to make his visits visitations, and the entertainment he receives from the owner of his patient is all he expects directly to gain for his professional services .... The cow-doctor, not being encumbered with a medicine chest, he is often obliged to visit the nearest apothecary's shop, having previously been supplied with money to purchase the necessary drugs, which he compounds with great secrecy, and, knowing that a professional is always supplied at a very low figure, he considers the balance his own property -- the farmer meantimes paying him a high compliment, and bearing his services in a grateful remembrance." > > Illustrating the article is an engraving by an "E. Fitzpatrick." > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > > > >

AN OLD LADY The old motorbike she was The first woman in those Parts to ride - a noble Norton - disintegrates With rusty iron gates In some abandoned stable; But lives in sepia shades Where an emancipated Country schoolteacher Of nineteen thirty-eight Grins from her frame before Broaching the mountain roads. Forty years later she Shakes slack on the fire To douse it while she goes Into Bushmills to buy Groceries and newspaper And exchange courtesies. Then back to a pot of tea And the early-evening news (Some fresh atrocity); Washes up to the sound Of a chat-show, one phrase Of Bach going round and round In her head as she stares Out at the wintry moon And thinks of her daughters So very far away -- Although the telephone Makes nonsense of that today. Out there beyond the edge Of the golf-course tosses The ghost of the "Girona," Flagship of the Armada -- History. Does the knowledge Alter the world she sees? Or do her thoughts travel By preference among Memories of her naval Husband, thirty years Drowned, the watercolours And instruments unstrung? A tentatively romantic Figure once, she became Merely an old lady like Many another, with Her favourite programme And her sustaining faith. She sits now and watches Incredulously as some mad Whippersnapper howls His love-song and the gulls Snuggle down on the beaches, The rooks in the churchyard. -- Derek Mahon (b. 1941 Belfast)

SNIPPET: Enthusiastic and observant Victorian traveller, Richard LOVETT, journeyed throughout Ireland, and his journal was first published in 1888 by The Religious Tract Society. "There are three main routes from Cork to Killarney. The tamest is by rail via Mallow; the most adventurous is by rail to Macroom, and thence to Killarney by the north road, as it is called, one of the finest drives in South-western Ireland, running through the country of the MacCARTHYs, with their ruined castles, and enabling the traveller to see Gougane Barra and the Pass of the Deer. The former is a lonely lake, lying embosomed in a great hollow formed by the mountains, which tower in parts almost perpendicularly above it. In the centre of the lake is an islet sacred to St. Finn Bar, which was for ages the object of special pilgrimages. The scenery here, for wild magnificence and power to touch the imagination, can hold its own with any in this region -- so full of grand mountain and lake solitudes. The Pass of the Deer is a deep mountain cleft about two miles in length, the most sternly grand defile in Ireland, a scene of utter loneliness, where no song of bird or ! hum of bee breaks the monotonous stillness, save where the ripple of numerous sparkling rills course down the side of the acclivities. There are immense masses of rock seemingly poised in the air, almost perpendicularly on either side, clothed with stunted arbutus, rowan-tree, yew and holly, while huge projecting cliffs ever and anon seem threatening to bar the visitor's progress. Here the outlawed O'SULLIVANs and O'LEARYs long defied the Government, and in 1822 the adherents of Captain ROCK for a long time held possession of the pass, until dislodged by LORD BANTRY and the military. It is a district well adapted for lawlessness of this kind. But the popular route is by way of Bantry and Glengariff. This takes the traveller along one of the roads in Ireland most frequented, at least in the tourist season; but it also has compensations, inasmuch as it offers some most magnificent drives, and at the chief stopping points some of the very best hotels in Ireland are to be found. A short but pleasant railway journey from Cork enables the visitor to see the pretty country on the road to Bandon, to catch a good passing glimpse of that well-situated town, to see something of the wildest parts of County Cork, and finally brings him to Bantry, at the head of the famous bay of the same name. Here, if disposed to stop, he will find very comfortable accommodation, and although the little town presents an ancient appearance, and has a fish-like odour, there is nothing in it that need detain him long. But with the drive to Glengariff the beauties of this region begin to reveal themselves. the road winds along the north-eas! tern shores of Bantry Bay, which are somewhat hilly, affording consequently beautiful and ever-varying views. Whether the shadows of evening are over the landscape, it will linger long in the memory. The noble expanse of the bay, the lofty peaks of the Sugar Loaf and other distant mountains, the fine bold rock contours, the little streams that ripple down the surrounding mountains, the splendid colorings of sea and sky and rock and heath, all combine to heighten the enjoyment of the traveller. Especially fine are the views when the approach of evening tends to deepen the shadows and to robe the more distant prospects in a lovely purple haze. Eloquent descriptions of Glengariff abound, sometimes accurate and adequate, sometimes charged with pardonable exaggeration. But the perusal of these tends to form either untrue or disproportionate ideas of this celebrated glen. Perhaps the ideal course would be to go and see the spot, and then read the descriptions. Glengariff is emphatically a place where the eye seem what it is capable of seeing, and the impression received will vary here, more than in most places, according to the brain to which the eye transmits its sensations. Those who love the combination of bold rocks with lovely dells whose sides are fringed with beautiful trees, and through which musically murmuring streams run down to the sea; those who rejoice in the fresh, blue, health-giving ocean, and who yet love to look upon it in his gentler and softer moods; those who like when taking a holiday to exchange the rush and struggle and selfishness of modern metropolitan life for the peaceful country, fa! r removed from the roar of business and fierceness of modern competition, and yet sufficiently in touch with the outer world to avoid all traces of stagnation -- such as these, can hardly do better than select Glengariff as a place of resort. The modern tourist loves his comforts, and these he can have in the hotels. Be he pedestrian, or cyclist, or fisherman, or sketcher, or lover of boating and driving, here can he indulge to the full his favourite recreation. And he can at the same time breathe some of the purest air and rejoice in the marvellous wealth of rich and lovely scenery with which the beneficent Creator has gladdened this part of the land. The name Glengariff means 'the rugged glen.' It includes the harbour formed by the innermost recess of Bantry Bay, and the valley through which flows the Glengariff River, in its descent from Eagle's Nest Mountain, to the sea. The bay is dotted with a large number of tiny islets; the river rushes headlong down from its source, reaching its highest point of beauty, perhaps, at the old ruined arches of what is known as CROMWELL's Bridge. The temperature in this favoured glen varies within narrow limits, the vegetation is rich, the arbutus, the rowan-tree, the holly, azaleas, rhododendrons, and hydrangeas, all flourish here and its wonderful combination of beauties and advantages make it a notable place for rest for the overworked and weary, and a choice wintering place for the delicate. But most who visit this earthly Paradise, like ourselves, however fain to linger, have to hasten on to other scenes ..."

Hello, This morning on the "Netscape home page / News" is an article on the "millions of descendants of "Niall of the Nine Hostages." Residents of NY / USA are found to descend from him ! And, I would suspect some from MA / USA would descend from him ! http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?floc=hp-tos-feat-h-02&idq=/ff/story/0002%2F20060117%2F1036496424.htm&sc=romta DNA testing by universities and other research facilities sure are "finding" lots of interesting information ! One comment made is that we are the first generation in the world where "POWER" does not equate with "many progenity." Betty (near Lowell, MA, USA)

Ros, By coincidence (?) a friend has asked for help tracing his Flannigan connections. Although I am unsure where they came from originally, they settled in East Belfast. In particular, I am seeking information on a Joseph Flannigan, who may have died in 1931 or 1932. Although Joseph was Protestant, he married a Catholic. Have you any connections to these Flannigans? Thanks Brian . There's a possibility that the Catherine FLANNIGAN listed below is the sister of my 4xgr-grandmother, Mary Ann SALISBURY, 1819, Waterford, Ireland. Are there any FLANNIGAN researchers on the list who might have some information on the family listed below? If so, I would really like to make contact with you. Many thanks, Ros in Canada --------------------------------- Yahoo! Photos Ring in the New Year with Photo Calendars. Add photos, events, holidays, whatever.

I would agree with all of that ...... as September is notoriously a busy month as summer now, but I do see a lot of air availability from both the East AND West coast departure cities. You could also bypass flying into Dublin (near K Club) and fly into Shannon to accommodate the dates in September. Will be a great time in Ireland however! Ginger Aarons, CTC, Director Time Travel P.O. Box 23908 Portland, OR 97281-3908 503-454-0897 tollfree and fax 877-787-7807 cell 503-421-0029 www.timetraveltours.com MEMBERS OF : ASTA, ICTA & CLIA

I just got off the phone with our Travel Agent, making plans for our 2006 trips to Ireland. Although personally not a golfer, ALL my family is so they most likely are aware of this dilemma. Per our Travel Agent, reservations for flights, cars, acclamations for approximately mid August to 1 October are just about impossible to make. The Ryder Cup is scheduled for September in Ireland; thus the whole world of golf is either coming or will be watching the TV. Since many of the famous pros entourages come early, mid August is getting booked and many will stay on to enjoy the country after the tournament. September, thus becomes booked. Even B&Bs are already booked. I had to switch to mid October, which is one of our favorite times anyway. However, a late summer before university session begins had to be changed to late May after Spring semester for young family members who have to get summer jobs. Good luck to those who are planning a trip for that timeline. I would get on the phone or on line and book now if there is anything available. Mary Ellen Chambers

MY WILD IRISH ROSE If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song Of a flower that's now dropped and dead, Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates, Though each holds aloft its proud head. Twas given to me by a girl that I know, Since we've met, faith I've known no repose. She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star, And I call her my wild Irish Rose. My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows. You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose. My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows, And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose. They may sing of their roses, which by other names, Would smell just as sweetly, they say. But I know that my Rose would never consent To have that sweet name taken away. Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by The bower where my true love grows, And my one wish has been that some day I may win The heart of my wild Irish Rose. My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows. You may search everywhere, but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose. My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows, And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose. -- Chauncey OLCOTT b. Buffalo, NY, 1860, singer & actor

SNIPPET: Article entitled 'The Irish Cow-Doctor' in the 21 Feb. 1857 post-famine edition of "The Illustrated London News." -- "To give a general idea of the cow-doctor, he is invariably an old bachelor, having once upon a time been the sporteen (a gay fellow) of some village, and attended all the dances and hurling matches for miles round the country. No meeting of any kind was complete without his presence. How it was that he neglected the matrimonial yoke is difficult to determine, whether it was his admiration of the fair sex was so great that he was loth to offend all, by a 'single selection of one,' or that he feared by such selection he might regret his choice, if afterwards he became acquainted with one of more superior attractions. Meantime, in giving this important question too much consideration, he neglects his small 'holding,' has become reduced in circumstances, and as he lives on through years of misfortune, a change gradually comes 'o'er' the spirit of his dream,' for, as 'experience teacheth,' the experiments he has formerly practised on his own cattle have converted him from a! n eccentric into a scientific, and if not sad, at least a wise man. He is now recognised by the farmers of his district as the cow-doctor, from the skill he exercises in curing their distempered cattle, when all the resources they have previously adopted proved unavailing. The home of the cow-doctor is not the most delectable. Unlike the generality of mankind, he much more prefers the hearths of his neighbours to his own fireside, which is seldom graced by his presence, unless when he cannot avoid it. As he is in great demand through the country, he always contrives to make his visits visitations, and the entertainment he receives from the owner of his patient is all he expects directly to gain for his professional services .... The cow-doctor, not being encumbered with a medicine chest, he is often obliged to visit the nearest apothecary's shop, having previously been supplied with money to purchase the necessary drugs, which he compounds with great secrecy, and, knowing that a professional is always supplied at a very low figure, he considers the balance his own property -- the farmer meantimes paying him a high compliment, and bearing his services in a grateful remembrance." Illustrating the article is an engraving by an "E. Fitzpatrick."

----- Original Message ----- From: "Ken Hess" <kray83@comcast.net> | Where is it possible to get more information from the Journal? How about | passenger lists? I am looking for the name of King and Mulhollen. | No, no ships list with that article. That was it. Sorry. I think the research hint was that some old newspaper articles may yield clues to early emigration/immigration. Cathy Ireland Old News http://www.IrelandOldNews.com/

Hi Listers, Is anyone researching the following families? Joseph BRADNER b abt 1820 M Elizabeth (Eliza) TATTERSON Joseph Bradner b abt 1845 m Mary Ann Crabb John Bradner b 1843 m Susan Dollin White My web site listed below includes my " Bradner One Name Study" with a world wide interest in this name. Cheers Bernie Bradner Ontario Canada Visit my Web Page http://www.aztec-net.com/~bradner/ Researching: Bradner, Bryant, Corrigan, Kezar, Whitewood families names -- No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.1.371 / Virus Database: 267.14.18/230 - Release Date: 14-Jan-06

HI Wendy My Michael was born Ireland 1761, he was transported from Scarborough Middlesex in 1790 on the Second Fleet also known as the Death Fleet. My William was born 1808 in Australia so obviously not the same William Nowlan born 1804 as yours, but perhaps from the same line? These above dates were the ones included in my email, I just realised I think Scarborough is actually one of the ships he was on, he escaped from one that was bound for America, and ended up being recaptured and sent on another ship to Australia. Regards Jen Peelingd@aol.com wrote: >Hello Jen, >You don't give any dates for your Nowlan's, I only go as far back as >William. Scarborough isn't in Middlesex. It is in North Yorkshire by the way. If >I find a connection I will get back to you. >Wendy > > >==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== >Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > > > > >