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Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan. See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- In Memoriam Cora Mariae Dympna E de M Born, 4th November, 1887 (First Friday) Died, 15th July, 1906 (Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary) R.I.P. "A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter" Cora Mariae Dympna E. de M. Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday, A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows; Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius. And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her; And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister. To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings, Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation; Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union! The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion. And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning! She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations. Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine, In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial. There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation, And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion; In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna; And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie. She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition; Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister; Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours. To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition; To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome, And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome. But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic, And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker. To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling, And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin; Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her, And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger. Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial; Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion; Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated, Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin, Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits, And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted. On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor; To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister, And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine, Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway; And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven, And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome. Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday; "No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!" Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her, Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle, Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal, And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her. 'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh, And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine. She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother, From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit; It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures! Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure. And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora, As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin. When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate! And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her! 'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother, And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel. Con-na-tobac (Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy) ----------------------- grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan.
See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records.
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In Memoriam
Cora Mariae Dympna
E de M
Born, 4th November, 1887
(First Friday)
Died, 15th July, 1906
(Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary)
R.I.P.
"A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter"
Cora Mariae Dympna
E. de M.
Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday,
A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows;
Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna
Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius.
And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her;
And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister.
To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings,
Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation;
Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union!
The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion.
And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning!
She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations.
Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine,
In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial.
There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation,
And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion;
In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna;
And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie.
She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition;
Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister;
Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours.
To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition;
To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome,
And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome.
But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic,
And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker.
To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling,
And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin;
Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her,
And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger.
Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial;
Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion;
Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated,
Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin,
Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits,
And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted.
On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor;
To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister,
And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine,
Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway;
And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven,
And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome.
Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday;
"No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!"
Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her,
Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle,
Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal,
And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her.
'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh,
And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine.
She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother,
From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit;
It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures!
Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure.
And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora,
As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin.
When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate!
And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her!
'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother,
And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel.
Con-na-tobac
(Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy)
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grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan. See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- In Memoriam Cora Mariae Dympna E de M Born, 4th November, 1887 (First Friday) Died, 15th July, 1906 (Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary) R.I.P. "A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter" Cora Mariae Dympna E. de M. Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday, A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows; Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius. And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her; And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister. To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings, Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation; Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union! The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion. And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning! She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations. Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine, In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial. There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation, And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion; In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna; And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie. She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition; Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister; Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours. To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition; To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome, And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome. But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic, And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker. To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling, And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin; Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her, And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger. Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial; Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion; Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated, Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin, Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits, And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted. On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor; To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister, And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine, Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway; And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven, And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome. Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday; "No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!" Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her, Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle, Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal, And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her. 'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh, And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine. She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother, From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit; It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures! Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure. And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora, As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin. When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate! And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her! 'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother, And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel. Con-na-tobac (Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy) ----------------------- grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan.
See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records.
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In Memoriam
Cora Mariae Dympna
E de M
Born, 4th November, 1887
(First Friday)
Died, 15th July, 1906
(Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary)
R.I.P.
"A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter"
Cora Mariae Dympna
E. de M.
Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday,
A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows;
Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna
Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius.
And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her;
And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister.
To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings,
Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation;
Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union!
The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion.
And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning!
She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations.
Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine,
In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial.
There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation,
And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion;
In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna;
And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie.
She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition;
Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister;
Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours.
To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition;
To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome,
And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome.
But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic,
And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker.
To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling,
And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin;
Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her,
And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger.
Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial;
Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion;
Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated,
Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin,
Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits,
And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted.
On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor;
To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister,
And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine,
Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway;
And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven,
And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome.
Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday;
"No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!"
Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her,
Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle,
Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal,
And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her.
'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh,
And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine.
She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother,
From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit;
It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures!
Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure.
And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora,
As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin.
When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate!
And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her!
'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother,
And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel.
Con-na-tobac
(Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy)
-----------------------
grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan. See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- In Memoriam Cora Mariae Dympna E de M Born, 4th November, 1887 (First Friday) Died, 15th July, 1906 (Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary) R.I.P. "A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter" Cora Mariae Dympna E. de M. Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday, A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows; Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius. And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her; And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister. To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings, Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation; Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union! The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion. And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning! She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations. Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine, In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial. There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation, And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion; In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna; And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie. She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition; Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister; Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours. To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition; To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome, And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome. But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic, And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker. To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling, And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin; Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her, And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger. Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial; Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion; Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated, Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin, Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits, And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted. On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor; To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister, And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine, Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway; And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven, And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome. Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday; "No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!" Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her, Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle, Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal, And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her. 'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh, And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine. She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother, From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit; It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures! Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure. And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora, As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin. When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate! And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her! 'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother, And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel. Con-na-tobac (Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy) ----------------------- grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan.
See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records.
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In Memoriam
Cora Mariae Dympna
E de M
Born, 4th November, 1887
(First Friday)
Died, 15th July, 1906
(Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary)
R.I.P.
"A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter"
Cora Mariae Dympna
E. de M.
Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday,
A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows;
Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna
Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius.
And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her;
And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister.
To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings,
Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation;
Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union!
The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion.
And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning!
She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations.
Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine,
In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial.
There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation,
And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion;
In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna;
And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie.
She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition;
Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister;
Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours.
To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition;
To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome,
And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome.
But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic,
And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker.
To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling,
And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin;
Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her,
And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger.
Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial;
Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion;
Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated,
Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin,
Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits,
And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted.
On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor;
To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister,
And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine,
Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway;
And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven,
And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome.
Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday;
"No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!"
Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her,
Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle,
Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal,
And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her.
'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh,
And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine.
She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother,
From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit;
It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures!
Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure.
And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora,
As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin.
When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate!
And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her!
'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother,
And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel.
Con-na-tobac
(Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy)
-----------------------
grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan. See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- In Memoriam Cora Mariae Dympna E de M Born, 4th November, 1887 (First Friday) Died, 15th July, 1906 (Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary) R.I.P. "A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter" Cora Mariae Dympna E. de M. Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday, A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows; Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius. And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her; And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister. To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings, Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation; Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union! The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion. And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning! She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations. Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine, In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial. There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation, And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion; In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna; And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie. She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition; Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister; Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours. To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition; To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome, And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome. But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic, And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker. To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling, And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin; Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her, And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger. Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial; Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion; Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated, Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin, Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits, And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted. On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor; To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister, And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine, Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway; And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven, And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome. Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday; "No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!" Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her, Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle, Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal, And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her. 'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh, And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine. She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother, From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit; It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures! Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure. And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora, As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin. When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate! And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her! 'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother, And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel. Con-na-tobac (Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy) ----------------------- grave #O.F. 207 Garden
Baptisim Pro Cathedral, Dublin Ireland. Baptismal sponsors J. D. Pamer & Johanna Phelan.
See father's record for headstone data. She lived at 7 Upper Gardiner St. and was 18 years old when she died according to cemetery records.
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In Memoriam
Cora Mariae Dympna
E de M
Born, 4th November, 1887
(First Friday)
Died, 15th July, 1906
(Feast of The Sacred Heart of Mary)
R.I.P.
"A Tribute of a Father's Affection in Fondest Memory of his Beloved Daughter"
Cora Mariae Dympna
E. de M.
Gift of The Heart of The Saviour; she came on November's First Friday,
A joy to her father and mother, into this Valley of Sorrows;
Cora Mariae baptised her, completing her name with St. Dympna
Sanctified Virgin and Martyr of the princely stock of Milesius.
And our baby waxed strong; and grew winsome; and all our relations admired her;
And Willy, our firstborn, tremulously, would croon to his sweet little sister.
To the white-robed Daughters of Dominic were entrusted her infantile lispings,
Who taught her the early, preliminary, notes on the Scale of Salvation;
Of Jesus! of Mary! of Joseph! and of Happy Hereafter Re-union!
The simpler lessons of childhood up to First Holy Communion.
And daily we'd part at the corner, smilingly bidding good morning!
She to attend to her lessons - I to my worldly vocations.
Then to the Nuns Sacre Coeur - Still under the aegis of Catherine,
In her Convent that stands on Mount Michael, on the verge of the City Primatial.
There Cora continued her studies, and in further pursuit of Salvation,
And His Eminence Michael The Cardinal confirmed her in holy religion;
In the faith of Saints Patrick and Brigid - in the faith of her patron St. Dympna;
And in the first blush of her maidhood came home as an Enfant de Marie.
She was fair to behold and engaging, and winning in sweet disposition;
Beloved of her father and mother; beloved of her brothers and sister;
Beloved by her loving relations; beloved by our kindly good neighbours.
To assist in the duties domestic was the aim of her earthly ambition;
To be a relief to her mother, to make our home happy and gladsome,
And returning each week from my journey she would meet me and kiss me a welcome.
But Cora began to grow frailer, her cheeks were now pale and now hectic,
And every week-end I could notice her, imperceptibly, weaker.
To several physicians we brought her, in hopes they would cure our poor darling,
And we took her away into Wicklow, into the Garden of Erin;
Hoping 'gainst hope the fresh air of the country would surely restore her,
And there in the bleak Sanatorium for over two months did she linger.
Aye, there in the bleak Sanatorium she lingered two months purgatorial;
Away from the comforts of home - from the solace of Holy Religion;
Duped by false hopes of recovery, daily and hourly repeated,
Assuring they surely would cure her by injection of serum tuberclin,
Her loneliness barely illumined by our hurried occasional visits,
And she never complained, or a murmur; she suffered and meekly submitted.
On a Thursday she came home to see us; to visit her Father Confessor;
To live a few hours with her mother, along with her brothers and sister,
And the boys made a couch in the garden, where Cora might rest in the sunshine,
Whilst Annie spread striplets of carpeting over the flags in the courtway;
And there she reclined in the sunshine, in the sunshine of home and of heaven,
And when I returned on the Friday, she came and she kissed me a welcome.
Next day we were happily together, and we pressed her stay with us till Monday;
"No Mother!" she answered, "they'll cure me; to-night they inject the tuberclin!"
Same evening she went back to Sonas, - my duty of love to escort her,
Purest of white were her garments, a cincture of gold for her girdle,
Her hat - 'twas a present from Auntie - she looked as if dressed for her bridal,
And as we passed down through the City the people looked after admiring her.
'Twas a glorious evening in summer as we wound through the Vale of Shanaganagh,
And coasting along by the sea shore, the mountain peaks gambolled in sunshine.
She had prints for the nurses and inmates, printed by Willy her brother,
From photographs taken last Sunday we paid her our weekly visit;
It was something so gay in the sunset, to see her exhibit her pictures!
Holly, calmly submissive! - I kissed her and took my departure.
And this was the last, upon earth, that I've seen of my beautiful Cora,
As she waved me farewell from the casement. That night they injected tuberclin.
When they came to her chamber next morning, poor Cora's remains were inanimate!
And she died all alone, the poor darling! - No! God and his Angels were with her!
'Twas the feast-day of Cora Mariae - of the Sacred Heart of His Mother,
And they took back her soul to her Saviour - 'twas the eve of our Lady of Carmel.
Con-na-tobac
(Source: funeral booklet provided by Jane Marie Conarchy)
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grave #O.F. 207 Garden
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1887 - 1906 (18 years)