Rossa S Recollections 1838 To 1898

Sixty Years of an Irishman's Life. Customs, Habits and Manners of the Irish People. The Fenian Movement. Travels in Ireland, England, Scotland and America. This work, first published in 1898, recalls the Irish Fenian leader's childhood, boyhood and manhood.

Rossa's Recollections, 1838 to 1898 is an autobiography by Rossa O'Donovan. Irish patriot and revolutionary Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa expresses his life's experiences and participation in the Fenian movement. For anyone interested in the history of Irish independence!

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Excerpt from Rossa's Recollections, 1838 to 1898: Childhood, Boyhood, Manhood; Customs, Habits and Manners of the Irish People; Erinach and Sassenach Catholic and Protestant Englishman and Irishman English Religion Irish Plunder; Social Life and Prison Life And that is the story of many another Irishman of the old stock. Families scattered in death as well as in life; a father buried in Ireland, a mother buried in Carolina, America; a brother buried in New York, a brother buried in Pennsylvania, a sister buried in Staten Island. The curse that scattered the Jews is not more destructive than this English curse that seat ters the Irish race, living and dead. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

In the Old Abbey field of Ross Carbery, County of Cork, is the old Abbey Church of St. Fachtna. Some twenty yards south of the church is the tomb of Father John Power, around which tomb the people gather on St. John's eve, "making rounds" and praying for relief from their bodily infirmities. On the tombstone it is recorded that Father Power died on the 10th of August, 1831. I was at his funeral; I heard my mother say she was "carrying" me that day. It is recorded on the parish registry that I was baptized on the 10th of September, 1831; that my god-father was Jerrie Shanahan, and my god-mother Margaret O'Donovan. When I grew up to boyhood I knew her as "Aunty Peg." She was the wife of Patrick O'Donovan "Rua," and was the sister of my mother's father, Cornelius O'Driscoll. Jerrie Shanahan's mother was Julia O'Donovan Rossa-my father's uncle's daughter. She is buried in Flatbush, Brooklyn. Her granddaughter Shanahan is the mother of nine or ten children of the Cox family, the shoe manufacturers of Rochester, N. Y., who by "clounas" are connected with the family of ex-Congressman John Quinn of New York, as John Quinn's mother was the daughter of Denis Kane of Ross, whose wife was the sister of John Shanahan. I don't know if John Quinn knows that the Coxes of Rochester are cousins of his; I don't know would he care to know that his mother's first cousin, Jerrie Shanahan is my second cousin, and my god-father. There were forty men of my name and family in my native town when I was a boy; there is not a man or a boy of my name in it now. One woman of the name lives as heritor of the old family tomb in the Old Abbey field. And that is the story of many another Irishman of the old stock. Families scattered in death as well as in life; a father buried in Ireland, a mother buried in Carolina, America; a brother buried in New York, a brother buried in Pennsylvania, a sister buried in Staten Island. The curse that scattered the Jews is not more destructive than this English curse that scatters the Irish race, living and dead.