Who is John Francis Waller

John Francis Waller (21 July 1809 – 19 January 1894) was an Irish poet, librettist and editor.

Life

The son of Thomas Maunsell Waller and Margaret Vereker, Waller was born in Finnoe, County Tipperary, studied at Trinity College, Dublin (BA, 1831) and was called to the Irish Bar in 1833. Under the pseudonym of "Jonathan Freke Slingsby" he wrote for the Dublin University Magazine and became its editor in 1845. He held the position of vice-president of the Royal Irish Academy from 1864 and was appointed Registrar of the Rolls Court in 1867. His older brother was Edward Waller (zoologist) 1804-1873.

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Besides editing the Dublin University Magazine, he also edited the Imperial Dictionary of Universal Biography and contributed articles to C...
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  • The Spinning Wheel
    Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning,
    Close by the window young Eileen is spinning;
    Bent over the fire her blind grandmother, sitting,
    Is crooning, and moaning, and drowsily knitting:-...
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