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Mon, May. 20th, 2013 12:35 pm

"THE LADY OF THE CASTLE ; CTR THE STORY OF EIBHLEEN O'BRINN." Of all the facts connected with the history of Castleknock, there is none that has attracted more interest at least, amongst a certain class than the story of Eibhleen O'Brinn. Dr. Burton, in his History of the Royal Hospital, Kil- mainham, has developed it into a tale of considerable length, and an anonymous writer in the Nation has commemorated the event in not ungraceful verse. The facts are as follows :

In the early part of the 16th century, Hugh Tyrrell, the last of the name, ruled in Castleknock. During his absence, his brother Roger, by his violence and licentiousness, made the old castle the terror of the neighbourhood, and a "stronghold of iniquity." One summer's evening, Roger carried off Eibhleen, the fair daughter of O'Brinn, or O'Byrne, a Wicklow chieftain, who dwelt on a hill to the west of the neighbouring town of Chapelizod, and confined her in the turret of the castle. At dead of night, the maiden heard steps ascending the stone staircase that led to her apartment, and fearing the worst, opened a vein in her neck, by means of her breast-pin, and bled to death. Next morning the fact was divulged, and great indignation was expressed against Tyrrell. Turlogh O'Brinn had taken refuge in the pale from the horrors of war, and hoped to bring up his family in peace, under the protection of the viceroy. The affliction which now befel this peaceful chieftain, excited universal sympathy. At this time, the site of the Royal Hospital, Kilmainham, was occupied by the Knights of St. John, and one of them, who, as procurator of the house, had become acquainted with the family of O'Brinn, resolved that so public a scandal should not pass unpunished. He consequently assembled his retainers, and marched towards Castleknock. Tyrrell, finding he was to be attacked, declared that he would not take refuge behind his ramparts, but would meet his enemy in the open field. A bloody battle ensued, in which Tyrrell was slain. His tragical end was considered a just punish- ment for his many crimes ; but the death of the maiden was long regretted by the people, and often in the winter's even- ings, when the rustics gathered round the blazing hearth, many a tear was shed over the sorrows of O'Brinn, and the fate of his daughter Eibhleen.

It was long a popular belief, that, at the hour of midnight, a female figure, robed in white, might be seen moving slowly round the castle. This, they said, was Eibhleen, and they called her "The Lady of the Castle."

" When distant chimes sound midnight hour, The spirit pure is seen ; And moving round the lonely tower, Looks bright as moonlight beam. And as the moonbeams tint the walls, And light the turret's crest, " 'Twas hence", she says, " my spirit fled, 'Tis here my bones find rest. And here I wander, year by year, For such my lot has been, But soon at end my penance drear, I'll rest in joy unseen.'"

Her act of suicide, though wholly unjustifiable, was believed to have been palliated by ignorance, and in making the rounds of the castle, she was supposed to be completing her purgatory. The Lady of the Castle has not been seen since the Congregation of St. Vincent got possession of Castleknock; the priests, they say, must have "laid the spirit."




My line enters the Tyrell line in the 1400s, these are later Tyrell's - descendants of uncles.

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Mon, May. 20th, 2013 12:15 pm

I've been doing a bunch of ancestory research, and I think I'll keep tabs of my interesting bits here.
First up, Hugh Tyrell, norman knight, prince of Poix.

Ok, I have to admit, I am seriously in love with the line I've been researching. (fathers' mother's line). These guys (the Tyrell's) were knights. They weld their swords through every major battle in history. From the crusades with Henry to Hastings with William - and a few after that, but can't remember the names. Hugh Tyrell, Vicomte D'equennes And Prince Of Poix, got Avon as a reward to helping William. He built Castleknock castle, and boy that castle has great history. I wouldn't be surprised if these guys were Templars at one point, they got the whole 'death before dishonor' thing going on. Even their women are mentioned as holding the castle against impossible seige odds.
....course, the blood's thinned out a bit, since then.

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Tue, Feb. 19th, 2013 10:57 pm
I am logged into LJ. When I go on my front page, i'm getting a pop up, saying 'authorisation required' and text boxes labled 'user name' 'user password'. its saying the requestor is http://[MY OWN ISP!]
Some kind of virus? Or an active phishing scam/spam? anyone else getting this?

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Sun, Dec. 16th, 2012 01:20 am
Neadnerthal children's chant:
Smoke goes up!
Water flows down!
And wind goes round and round!
(while making approprate body movements)

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Sat, Dec. 15th, 2012 01:40 am
The Quest
 
73,423 / 200,000
(36.7%)

+1116 words in 1st edit

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Fri, Dec. 14th, 2012 12:19 am
The Quest
 
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(36.2%)

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Sat, Dec. 8th, 2012 02:31 am
Although Nano is over, I'm still maintaining writing a bit every night. I just wish it wasn't always in the middle of the night!

 
66,500 / 200,000
(33.2%)

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Fri, Nov. 30th, 2012 04:11 am
 
57,871 / 200,000
(28.9%)

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Sat, Nov. 24th, 2012 12:43 pm

Yesterday, I noticed how cute hubby and shahhe (my cat) were, sleeping together on the bed. A little while later, I hear 'purow?' at my feet. I look down, left (where it came from), no cat. I look down right, no cat. I turn around... and shahhe is still asleep next to hubby.
It's been a long time since I've been visited by my ghost cat. I can't even remember how long its been. I wonder if I can find my last mention of it. I wonder if there is a curtain time of year I see/hear him?

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Fri, Nov. 9th, 2012 10:36 pm

I am struggling with nano, as expected. I am just under projected goals, if i could just get in a 2k day, i'd be ok, and 2 or 3, 2k days even better. But I'm not trying to just 'write anything, just write', I'm trying to write sense, because this story is important to me. And every once in a while, i find myself skimming ahead, like a surfer on a huge wave, just trying to stay up. When I need to be a diver, diving below the wave, and discribing everything there from the current to the fish. So, on the one hand, I'm screaming at myself to write FASTER, DAMN IT, on the other, I'm screaming SLOWER, DAMN IT.
In the end, the story is more important than nano, but I really wanted to win it this year, after not doing it for 4 years.
the story is at 30,000 words, of which, 12,500 are being counted for nano. I'm coming up to the end of chapter one.

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