Amhlaoibh Ó Súilleabháin

Amhlaoibh Ó Súilleabháin (May 1780 – 1838) was an Irish language author, linen draper, politician, and one-time hedge school master. He is also known as Humphrey O'Sullivan.

Amhlaoibh Ó Súilleabháin
Native name
Humphrey O'Sullivan
BornMay 1780
Killarney, County Kerry
Died1838
LanguageIrish
Period1827–1835
GenreDiary
SubjectIrish life
Literary movementCatholic Emancipation
Notable workCín Lae Amhlaoibh
SpouseMáire Ní Dhulachanta
Relatives
  • Donncha Ó Súilleabháin (father)

He was deeply involved in Daniel O'Connell's campaigns for Catholic Emancipation and the Repeal Movement and in relief work among the poor of County Kilkenny. He was also an avid bird watcher and a collector of manuscripts in the Irish language.

His diary, published later as Cín Lae Amhlaoibh, was kept between 1827 and 1835. It remains one of the most important sources for 19th-century Irish culture and one of the few surviving works from the perspective of the Irish-speaking Roman Catholic middle and lower class. (A translation has been published in English and an abridged and annotated edition in Irish, both of which were edited by Tomás de Bhaldraithe.) Ó Súilleabháin further contributed to modern literature in Irish by writing Irish bardic poetry and short stories.

Biography

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Amhlaoibh Ó Súilleabháin was born in Killarney, County Kerry. He came to live at Callan, County Kilkenny, when he was nine years old, joining his father, Donncha Ó Súilleabháin. Father and son established themselves as teachers in the surrounding towns. They began by teaching under the hedges, but eventually a cabin was built as a school. Amhlaoibh took over the post of teacher there when his father died in 1808. He remained a resident of Callan until his death. County Kilkenny was at the time one of the most strongly Irish-speaking areas in Leinster.[1]

As a teacher, Amhlaoibh was well versed in mathematics and Latin, and is likely also to have taught English to a high standard.[2] His diary shows him to have had a deep interest in the natural world, and there are daily references to the weather.

Though he was clearly a master of English, his diary is mostly in Irish, with occasional business-related entries in English (probably so that such transactions could be verified by others).[3] He mostly eschewed the archaisms favoured by other writers in Irish, writing in a fluent, flexible, colloquial style which could encompass both concision and literary elaboration.[4] His diary shows him to have been deeply involved in the life of the poor but to have been well acquainted also with local notables. He was fond of occasional revelry and a good meal.

He had an impressive collection of Irish-language manuscripts, both prose and verse, which were supplemented by books.

As a businessman he dealt in linen, corn and meal, and often had to make long trips to Dublin (where he attended concerts), Clonmel and Waterford.

He married a woman named Máire Ní Dhulachanta, not often mentioned in his diary. Her death, however, caused him great grief, and he never remarried.

Legacy

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Amhlaoibh's original manuscript is currently in the possession of the Royal Irish Academy. An edition of the complete manuscript was published as Cinnlae Amhlaoibh Uí Shúileabháin by M. McGrath in 1936-37 and an abridged and annotated edition (Cín Lae Amhlaoibh) by Tomás de Bhaldraithe in 1970–1973.[5][6] A translation (The Diary of an Irish Countryman) was published by de Bhaldraithe (Mercier Press) in 1979.[7]

Quotes (translated)

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"27 June 1827 ...I saw two water wagtails hopping and flitting within a yard of a cat which was crossing the road. They were noisily mocking the cat, which kept glancing from one side to the other at them. The poor man does the same to the tyrant when he gets the opportunity – just as the birds do to the cat."[8]

"29 June 1827

...Feast of Saint Peter and Paul.

A holiday... Hurling on the Fair Green. It was a good game. The sticks were being brandished like swords. Hurling is a war-like game. The west side won the first match and the east the second. You could hear the sticks striking the ball from one end of the Green to the other. I was watching from the top end myself with Doctor Céatinn and two priests. The well-to-do young men and women were strolling up and down the Green and on the level causeway in the center.[8][9]

"16 August 1827

...At ten o'clock this morning my mother Máire Ní Bhuachalla Ní Shúilleabháin, wife of Donncha Ó Súilleabháin, died after receiving Extreme Unction by the Grace of Almighty God. She was close to eighty years of age. Her husband, my father, died in the Year of Christ 1808, the year of the big snow. He was buried in Cill Bhríde, beside Áth an Iúir a mile from Callan, although his family's burial place is Iríolach Monastery at Mucros beside Loch Léin in Killarney, County Kerry. But the pressures of life sent us a long way from our people, sixteen and twenty years ago...

Small boys and girls are coming home with little bundles of gleanings."[10]

"February 3, 1828 ...There is a lonely path near Uisce Dun and Móinteán na Cisi which is called the Mass Boreen. The name comes from the time when the Catholic Church was persecuted in Ireland, and Mass had to be said in woods and on moors, on wattled places in bogs, and in caves. But as the proverb says, It is better to look forward with one eye than to look backwards with two..."[11]

"8 May 1830 ...There is a large cave in Baile na Síg, two miles west of Callan, which is called 'The Rapparee's Hole.' It seems they used to hide there after Cromwell's and King William's time. It's many the fine, good, honest man who had been reared in luxury and happiness who was reduced to robbery, begging, or exile by those two Englishmen."[12][13]

"September 11, 1830 ...Last Thursday in Dublin Castle I heard a band playing music which was like the music of Devils. The bassoons were like a sow crooning to her young. The musical pipe sounded like the squealing of piglets. The flute sounded like a muffled fart, the trumpets and French horns sounded like the laughter of fiends and the serpent like the sighing of demons, the trombone like the harsh cry of the heron. It wasn't soft like the lovenote of the heron. The clarinets were like the cry of the plover and the corncrake. It in no way resembled the sweet, gently moving music of the Irish."[14][15]

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Footnotes

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  1. ^ Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. xix.
  2. ^ Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. xxii.
  3. ^ Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. ix.
  4. ^ Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. xxxv-xxxix.
  5. ^ Ó Súilleabháin, Amhlaoibh; McGrath, Michael (1936–1937). Cinnlae Amhlaoibh Uí Shúileabháin. The Diary of Humphrey O'Sullivan ... Edited with introduction, translation and notes by Rev. Michael McGrath. OCLC 562144250.
  6. ^ Ó Súilleabháin, Amhlaoibh; De Bhaldraithe, Tomás (1973). Cín lae Amhlaoibh (in Irish). Baile Átha Cliath: An Clóchomhar. OCLC 810690635.
  7. ^ O'Sullivan 1979.
  8. ^ a b O'Sullivan 1979, p. 25.
  9. ^ In Irish: Lá Fhéil Peadair is póil. Saoire… Bhí iomáin ar Fhaiche an Aonaigh. Is maith d’imríodh an báire. Bhádar na camáin dá gcleasú mar chlaímhtibh i gcath. Is cogúil an cluiche é iomáin. Cuireadh an báire soir ar dtús agus siar an dara cluiche. Chloistí fuaim na gcamán ag bualadh na liathróide ó íochtar na Faiche go ceann na Faiche, áit ar sheasaíos féin agus an tOllamhleá Céitinn agus beirt shagart ag féachain. Bhádar mná óga uaisle an bhaile agus na hógánaigh uaisle ar an bhFaiche agus ar thóchar mín atá ar lár na Faiche. (Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. 11)
  10. ^ O'Sullivan 1979, p. 29.
  11. ^ O'Sullivan 1979, p. 44-45.
  12. ^ O'Sullivan 1979, p. 83.
  13. ^ In Irish: Tá uaimh mhór fhada faoi thalamh ag baile na Síg, dhá mhíle siar ó Challainn, ar a nglaoid Poll na Ropairí. Is cosúil mbíodh siad dá bhfolcadh féin ann d’éis aimsir Chromaill agus Rí Uilliam. Is iomdha fear fear breá álainn maith macánta do chuir an dís Sananaigh se le ropaireacht nó le déirc nó deoraíocht i dtíorthaibh thar lear, noch do tógadh go macnasúil meidhreach. (Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. 66)
  14. ^ O'Sullivan 1979, p. 95-96.
  15. ^ In Irish: Chuala, diardaoin se ghabh tharainn fonn dhá imirt ag aois ceoil sa gCaisleán i mBaile Átha Cliath, noch ba chosúil le ceol diabhlaí. Bhádar na dordáin mar chráin ag crónán dá clainn. Bhí ceol an phípín cheolghuthach mar screadadh bainbhíní óga. Bhí ceol an fheadáin mar bhroim mhúchta, na stoic agus na buabhaill mar ghártha diabhail agus an phiast dubh mar osnaíl na ndeamhain, an trombhuabhall mar gháir gharbh na gcorr. Ní raibh sé caoin mar chomhghaol na gcorr. Agus bhádar na mórfheadáin mar screadadh pilibíní míog agus traona. Níor chosúil le ceol caoin binn croí-chorraitheach na nGael é. (Ó Súilleabháin 1970, p. 77)

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