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Loughlynn
is a little lake set in the heart of an ancient forest midway
between the towns of Castlerea and Ballaghadereen in the north
of County Roscommon, Ireland. It is a place of dreams, a place
of primeval pence and idyllic beauty, far from the haunts of men
and the hives of modern mechanised materialism. Loughlynn
House was fomerly owned by Lord Dillion now owned by the Franciscan
Missionaries of Mercy.
The
Lord Dillion Estate
Lord
Dillon, an Englishman owned the Parish of Loughlynn, three of
four parishes in Mayo, - Ballyhaunis, Kiltimagh, Charlestown,
Tibohine, Fairymount, Ballaghadereen, Frenchpark, Cloonarrow and
Errit. At this time he lived in the Old Castle at the farmyard
in Loughlynn, where two towers stood beside an old church. One
of the towers still stands; the other was taken down. It was
he who built the House at Loughlynn as it stands to day. Every
Saturday, mass was celebrated by either the parish priest or the
curate and Lord Dillon attended this mass. Had the British government
known that Lord Dillon was a Roman Catholic, the property would
have been taken from him. Eventually this information did leak
out and the British government sent two detectives to find out
if it were true. All the neighbours would tell them of Lord
Dillon's presence as mass was that they could hear his footsteps
coming into the chapel but they never saw him as mass, the reason
being that a screen separated Lord Dillon from the people.
The
cold castle at the farmyard was burned and while the new house
was being built, Lord Dillon lived in Dublin, coming now and again
to see the work All the out-offices left intact were turned
into a national school and afterwards into a cavalry barracks
by the yeoman, Lord Dillon's bodyguard. One of Lord Dillon's
sons married a Miss Burke, a Roman Catholic from Castlemagarrett,
three miles outside Claremorris. His father was very displeased
with this marriage, and in disgust sold half his property (Frenchpark).
Lord Dillon lived in Loughlynn until his death. He is buried
in Ballyhaunis.
The
property was given to the next heir, another Lord Dillon who was
not a catholic. He continued his father's business, taking rents
from the tenants. This Lord Dillon had an agent named Whyte
- an Englishman. He planted the demesne of Loughlynn in the
year of the Union (1801). The demesne consisted of all the avenues
and stables around the present house of Loughlynn , Whyte was
an old man so he shortly retired and returned to England.
His
successor was Strickland, another Englishman, who made the lake.
Strickland lived in the house at Loughlynn with his wife and family.
One of his sons became a priest, Fr. William, and celebrated Mass
in the old church at Loughlynn. The second son, W. Strickland,
a sea captain, married a Maltese Lady who owned a big property
in Malta. He later became Governor of Malta. The third son,
Thomas Strickland, lived in Castlemore House in Ballaghadereen.
He owned a large flax mill in Castlemore. He married a girl
from Dublin and when he retired he went to live there. The fourth
son, Charlie Strickland obtained the agency after his father's
death. He also married a girl from Dublin and after his term
of office, retired to Dublin to live. He is buried in Glasnevin.
The agency was next taken up by Hussey, an Irishman whose father
was an agent for several landlords in Ireland. He was married
to an English girl, Miss Smyth, daughter of Captain Smyth. He
continued the agency until Loughlynn House was burned on the 5th
November 1896. Hussey had five clerks, Jackson, from Birmingham,
Thomas O'Connor, later paymaster from County Development Board,
from Dingle and Tralee. Feeley, whose family now lives in Ballaghadereen,
from Kerry, Dyar from Roscommon, Doran a land steward, who later
became Sir Henry Doran head of the County Development Board, from
Tralee. Hussey was a kind-hearted man, a great sportsman who
loved racehorses and he was liked by all the people. He was
manager of all the schools on the Dillon Estate and when he gave
them up the clergy took them over. He lived in Loughlynn until
the property was sold in May 1899. He then went back to his
father's house in Tralee, Co Kerry and his wife went to England.
The
property was sold by Lord Dillon to the County Development Board.
The land was devided up among the tenants having smallholdings.
The house was repaired by a contractor name Beckett. He demolished
one storey and left it as it stands today with three storeys.
His Lordship, Most Reverend Dr. Clancy, Bishop of Elphin then
bought it for the Diocese. When the Franciscan Missionaries
of Mary came to Ireland in 1903, Dr. Clancy offered them the Estate
as their first convent and it has belonged to the institute since.
There
is a blue lake far away
Set
'round with honeyed meads,
Where little breezes laugh and play
Among the lisping reeds.
A jewel of turquoise lake
Blue as pigeon's wing
Where little waves in music break
And shadowy waters sing.
And in the midst a flowery isle
Enchantment's fairy home
Where shy wood blossoms sweetly smile
And shy wood creatures roam
A place to soothe a poet's heart
With balm of leaf and sod;
From tumult of the world apart
A place to dream of God.
The iris lifts a purple plume
In oozy marsh and pool;
The flame-bright marigolds illume
The birchen shadows cool
The gold bees hum the meadows through;
The darting dragon-fly
In brilliant mail of burnished blue
On quazy wings flits by.
The water-hen has there her home
'Mid
lily-pads and reeds;
The
heron wades the creamy foam
That
laps the fringing meads.
The
skylark hangs on flickering wing
And
pours from heaven his lay;
And
finch and linnet flute and sing
For
joy the live -long day.
The
hazels whisper to the moon
The
birches to the sun;
The
flaggers shiver as they croon
Where
vagrant breezes run.
The
blossom of the sloe is white
And
pink the wild-rose bloom;
And
azure day and purple night
Are
filled with mild perfume.
There
to the fortress of the wave
For
peace of soul divine
Fled
ancient prince and warrior brave
Of
Connaught's kingly line.
From
royal court and castle rude
Brehon
and bard and chief
Beneath
the woods' beatitude
Found
refuge and relief.
(P.J. Coleman, M.A.)
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