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PANGÚR BÁN & CASHEL ABBEY
Ta cat ban sa ghriangraf seo – smaoinim ar an seandan ; PANGUR BAN
There’s a white cat in this photo – I think of the old poem ; WHITE PANGUR
MISE agus Pangur ban,
ceachtar againn lena shan-dhan:
bionn a mheanma-san le seilg,
mo mheanma fein i mo shain-cheird.
Caraimse fos, fearr gach clu
ag mo leabhran, ag tuiscint go dicheallach;
nil se formadach liom, Pangur ban:
carann se fein a mhac-dhan.
Nuair a bhimid, sceal gan scis,
inar teach, sinn araon go haonarach,
ta cluiche eigriochta againn,
rud a dtugaimid ar mbeartaiocht do.
De ghnath, ar uairantaibh, tar eis greasaibh galacha
gleanann luch ina lion-san;
agus me, titeann i mo lion fein
dli doraidh is deacair a thuiscint.
Greamaionn se i bhfraigh fail
a rosc geal comhlan;
greamaim fein i bhfeighe an fheasa
mo rosc reil, ce go bhfuil se an-lag.
Ta athas air a dhul go tapa
nuair a ghleanann luch ina chrub ghear;
nuair a thugaim ceist dhoraidh dhil
ta athas ormsa fein.
Ce go mbeimis go deimhin ar uaireantaibh
ni bhodhraimid a cheile:
is maith le ceachtar a dhan;
subhaigh gach aon futhu.
Is e fein maistir do
na hoibre a dheineann se gach aon la;
a thabhairt doraidh do shoileireacht
is i m obair fein.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION – not by me!
I and Pangur Ban my Cat
Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night
Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.
‘ Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
‘ Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘ Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
CASHEL ABBEY (Ambrose Colman, O.P.)
FOUNDED in 1243 by David Mac Kelly, archbishop of Cashel, "who while dean of Cashel joined the Dominicans of Cork as a member of the Order and out of that community supplied with members a little monastery which he had built at Cashel. Ware.
1250. June 13. The King writes to the archbishop of Dublin begging that the Crusade be preached in Ireland. He also writes to the archbishop of Cashel and adds that the Pope's letters, which Walter Maunsel is bringing to the archbishop, are to be placed after their publication, in the custody of the Friars Preachers of Cashel.
1256, June 30. A provincial chapter was held here. Provincial chapters were held here in 1289 and 1307.
1394, July 15. John O'Grady, archbishop of Cashel, was buried in this abbey.
1480. An accidental fire having destroyed the abbey, it was re- built by John Cantwell, the archbishop, who was constituted both patron and founder, by an instrument dated at Limerick, about 1480, and by the same instrument it was declared that he and all assisting him in the good work would be partakers of all the suffrages of the Order in Ireland.
The document purports to emanate from John Frickery, vicar-general of the Dominican Order in Ireland, William Duff de Burgo, prior of the house, and the community itself.
1535. Edward Brown, the prior, on the vigil of Easter, demised to Peter O'Cuil, priest, a messuage of Cashel for the term of sixty years, at the annual rent of six shillings and eight pence, Irish; and on April n, 1536, the said Edward demised to Walter Fleming of Cashel, two messuages and two acres, with their, appurtenances in the said town, for the term of sixty years, at the annual rent of sixteen pence; on April 8, 1540, the said Edward "surrendered" this friary, containing a church and belfry, a dormitory, a chamber with two cellars, a cemetery, two orchards, and two parks or gardens containing two acres, etc., etc.
1543, May 5. Grant to Walter Fleming, of Cashel, merchant, for 46. of the site of the monastery of Friars Preachers of Cashel.
1544, Mar. 8. This friary (tithes excepted), with its appurtenances, and four gardens in Cashel, were granted for ever to Walter Fleming, in capite, at the annual rent of two shillings and sixpence, Irish money.
In 1756 there were five fathers attached to the convent of Cashel, but only one in 1800. The death of a Father Cantwell is mentioned in the obits in 1843. The last Dominican of Cashel was Father Conway, who was still there in 1850.
THB FRIARS OF CASHEL(John O’Heyne, O.P.)
In County Tipperary is a very ancient city called Cashel, which is an archiepiscopal see and the metropolis of all Munster. In this city there is a Dominican abbey, b
This is your story Gage.
[18:05] Unknown Pushes open the door, a gush of heat heralding his entrance more than the sound offered by the half broken piece of wood. "I expected a trap." His voice wouldn't ever lift above a whisper, throat raspy and deep like an infinite hollow.
[18:07] Gage arches a brow behind her dark glasses, a hint of a bruise peeking out, "How do you know I didnt rigt he place to blow" and shrugs with one shoulder, "Ya dont"
[18:08] Unknown "Because if you do," he'd glance to the door - sword in it's sheathed form resting by his side, "Then you will lose permenantly all hopes of finding your Alpha." A low cough came forth from behind the static hiss of the mask, his side turning to face her as he looked 'pon the door. "I'm not here to fight. I never was."
[18:11] Gage regards the stranger with narrowed, her gaze assessing but she makes no move but to roll her tense neck, "I'm tired of being played with...what do you want?"
[18:15] Unknown "An end," were the only words to grace his lips for a long time. "The Machines aren't dead yet. Neither of them." Staring as ever to the door - his body remained unflinching. Stoic in tone and stance. "They're still about. They were what hit the den." Shifting a moment he'd glance over to her again, "They're what killed off the Alphas." Stepping closer he'd lift his voice up past the whisper, "They're what destroyed your home. And they won't stop. If you destroy one the other will find it and repair it. Unless you stop them both you will be stuck in this endless cycle." Pulling out some documents he'd thrust them at her. Photos of the two machines - fully operational. "They won't stop until the packs eradicated. The bodys will pile up in the ruins more and more. But this is what needs to happen. The pack needs to find itself. And you need to lead them against the machines. Not Aid. Not Ayr. Not shiro or lillian. You."
[18:21] Gage flicks her gaze down to the photos then turns her head away, the curtain of her hair obscuring her face. She was tired, sore and pissed off at herself and for some reason she didnt feel threatened by the stranger...maybe she was still in shock...? "..me..? " She snorts a hint of self loothing slipping into her voice. "If you hadn't noticed... I got my ass handed to me last night..I'm not in any condition phyically or mental to take on those beasts"
[18:24] Unknown "This is all how it must go. The pack must realize for themselves they hold the power. You must lead them where others cannot." Keeping his eyes upon her he would step ever closer, the voice dropping one more pitch into a low booming tone. "You must teach them to have faith in themselves and others. Your alpha is not as you think he is. Nor is the other one. And you must have faith in each other as a priest does God. When told: Jesus is dead. A holy man retorts: But he is reborn. Faith is what unifies. Hope is what consolodates. Have both and you are unstoppable."
[18:31] Gage bodies tenses as the stranger steps closer and she pulls herself from the ancient couch with a wince to back across the room, "I have no who you are or who you got my cell number..how can I trust a single thing you say? I lost the ability to hope a long time ago..the last twenty four hours have really sunk that fact in for me so don't preach to me..."
[18:34] Unknown "Faith." He'd spit out that single word - letting it's concept in all it's potency and intrinsic meanings float around the room. "They're coming back, tonight. I am sure of it. You can't escape them. Nor can the pack. You've tried fighting with weaponry. You realize you can't shoot them to death. You can't cut them open. You can blow them up but they will repair. What else do you have left but Hope? You have nothing they cannot walk through. But hope and faith. Trust in your Elders and in yourself." Stepping back and away he'd move to the door - gripping the handle. "They're not human. They don't have feelings. But you do. Emotions can drive up buildings or rip through walls. Concrete is no obstacle to a heart full of emotion. Intent. Think about it." Pushing open the door he'd step out into the night - letting the door fall shut with a soft click.
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