Who is Francis Sylvester Mahony

Francis Sylvester Mahony (31 December 1804 – 18 May 1866), also known by the pen name Father Prout, was an Irish humorist and journalist.LifeHe was born in Cork, Ireland, to Martin Mahony and Mary Reynolds. He was educated at the Jesuit Clongowes Wood College, Kildare, and later in the College of Saint-Acheul, a similar school in Amiens, France and then at Rue de Sèvres, Paris, and later in Rome. He began teaching at the Jesuit school of Clongowes as master of rhetoric, but was soon after expelled. He then went to London, and became a leading contributor to Fraser's Magazine, under the signature of "Father Prout" (the original Father Prout, whom Mahony knew in his youth, born in 1757, was parish priest of Watergrasshill, County Cork). Mahony at one point was director of this magazine.He...
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  • The Bells Of Shandon
    With deep affection and recollection
    I often think of the Shandon bells,
    Whose sounds so wild would, in days of childhood,
    Fling round my cradle their magic spells....
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Childhood 1 Magic 1 Memory 1 Music 1 River 1 Dear 1 Wild 1 Sweet 1 Grant 1 Deep 1


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Nisaccom: and an explanation of the provenance of that handwritten copy of 1855 in this auctioneer's description of a handful of letters to one miss gould, which sold in 2018 for €500. (click 'read more' to see it.)
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Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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