Shane Luirg
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Art O’Donnhnail (ob. circa 1490)
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Niall O’Donnhnaill (ob. circa 1525)
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Foirdheal bhach O’Donnhnaill m. Julia Maguire (ob. 1552)
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Shane m. Rosa, d. of Hugh O’Donnell (ob. 1581)
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Hugh O’Donnell of Limerick m. Maria, d. of Donat O’Brien of the House of Thomond (ob. 1610)
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Edmund, of Limerick m. Bridget, d. of O’Rourk of the House of Brefui (ob. 1651)
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James, of Limerick m. Helena, d. of James Sarsfield, great-uncle of Patrick Sarsfeld, Earl of Lucan (ob. 1680)
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John m. Margaret, d. of Thomas Creagh of Limerick
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James m. Christiana, d. of William Stritch of Limerick
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John m. Deborah, d. of William Anderson of Tipperary (ob. 1780)
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| [18]John, of Limerick and m. Sarah Elliot of Baltimore, U.S.ABaltimore, U.S.A (ob. 1805) | Henry Anderson m. Domina Jan, daughter O’Donnellof nephew of Shah of Persia (ob. 1840) | |
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| Elliot, of Limerick m. Sarah Vize, of Limerick (ob. 1836) | Gen. Sir C. R. m. Catherine Anne, d. O’Donnell,of Gen. P. Murray, K.C.B., andnephew of the Member of theEarl of Elibank Irish Academy(ob. 1870) | |
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| Rev. Henry O’Donnell | ||
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| Elliot (youngest son) | ||
For particulars of the pedigree see Vol. X., p. 327, Genealogias, in the Office of Ulster King of Arms, Dublin.
From Niall to Shane Luirg, see Register XV., p. 5; from Shane to my grandfather, Elliot, see Register XXIII., p. 286; and down to myself, see “Sheridan,” p. 323.
Referring to the Banshee prior to my aunt’s death (see Chapter XIII.) my wife writes:
“I certainly remember, one night, when we were living in Cornwall, hearing a most awful scream, a scream that rose and fell, and ended in a long-drawn-out wail of agony. I have never heard any other sound at all like it, and therefore cannot think that it could have been anything earthly. At the time, however, I did think that possibly the scream was that of a woman being murdered, and did not rest until my husband, with other inmates of our house, had made a thorough search of the garden and premises.
“Shortly after we had had this experience, we heard of the death, in Ireland, of one of my husband’s aunts.
“I also recollect that one night, shortly before we received the news of my sister-in-law’s death, I heard a crash on our bedroom door. It was so loud that it quite shook the room, and my husband, apparently wakened by it, told me he had dreamed that the Banshee had come and was knocking for admittance. This happened not very long ago, when we were living in Norwood.
“Ada O’Donnell.”
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