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I stopped with him for a fortnight, and succeeded in procuring a tuition in the house of a wealthy farmer named Piers Murphy, near Corcreagh. This, however, was a tame life, and a hard one, so I resolved once more to give up a miserable salary and my board, for the fortunate chances which an ardent temperament, and a strong imagination, perpetually suggested to me as likely to be evolved out of the vicissitudes of life. Urged on, therefore, by a spirit of romance, I resolved to precipitate myself on the Irish Metropolis, which I accordingly entered with two shillings and ninepence in my pocket; an utter stranger, of course friendless; ignorant of the world, without aim or object, but not without a certain strong feeling of vague and shapeless ambition, for the truth was I had not yet begun to think, and, consequently, looked upon life less as a reality than a vision.

from William Carleton's Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry

My ancestors* were such miserly, boring employers that they drove 19th century writers to run away and seek their fortunes! What impressively indirect patrons of the arts.

*That Piers Murphy is my great-great-great-great-grandfather.


Nov. 9th, 2004 02:38 pm (UTC)
I don't really know anything about my dad's side - just that they were from Dublin as far back as anyone knew, and they were all solidly and "respectably" working class. My mother's family is easier, mostly because practically all my male ancestors are called Piers or Henry/Harry - I have an uncle Piers and an uncle Harry, my grandfather was Harry and had a brother Piers, my great-grandfather was Piers and had a brother Henry...you get the picture. And their Murphy family "seat" was that place in Louth. So not much detection work is necessary!


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