I was recently in correspondence with Oliver Marshall, the author of "English, Irish and Irish-American Pioneer Settlers in 19th Century Brazil." I sent him on a song I wrote inspired by his meticulous research, it will appear on my new album "Hy Brasil, Songs of the Irish in Latin America."
For the purposes of the song, I focused on a chapter in Oliver's book that concerned the setup of an Irish colony in Santa Catarina province in Brazil, in a place called Príncipe Dom Pedro. It was here a much vaunted Irish settlement died a death, after a brief flowering. The song I wrote is called "Father George Montgomery" and tells the story of a priest who made it his life's work to resettle the dispossessed famine Irish in this region which he hoped would be more suitable to their religion, culture, and general well being. Unfortunately, Father Montgomery's efforts came to naught, soon after the first of his planned boats left the quay of Liverpool (with 300 colonists on board), he died. This left the colony's plans without their anchor, and the poor immigrants as my songs says, "bound down for Hy Brasil," afloat, on a sea of sharks. After being wracked by 3 years of mismanagement and government apathy, the colony of Príncipe Dom Pedro finally succumbed to floodwaters which drowned many of the remaining inhabitants and destroyed much of the infrastructure of the town.
One particularly harrowing detail uncovered by Oliver is a letter by Martha Connolly Orgill (one of the colonists) to her sister in Liverpool. Martha was one of the lucky ones who escaped the flood waters, only to encounter a worse fate in Rio.
We had made arangements to start from Rio in an English steamer to New York on the 19 of January and had eavery thing ready only waiting for the time but the children had had the hooping cough about two weeks then and on the 13 broak out with the small pok. Poor little Mary commencen with convulshouns and was neaver out of them untill she died. She did not know eather of us all the wile. Their was no hope of Mary from the first but great ones of Joseph but poor little pet he died the first on the eavening of the 19th of January and our prettey little Mary on the morning of the 20th. They were both burred together in the same grave. Mary was 3 years 2 months Joseph 1 year and 4 months and My Dearest sisters I sincerley hope you will neaver have the trouble to goe through I havd to sit and watch my two prettey ones deaying together and did not know which to pay the most attention to or which would leave me first. I was that exhausted with sitting up for 7 days and 7 nights for you must know while life was in them I could not leave them. I had to lye down at last bye My Dear Marys side and close her sweet little eyes in Death. I can assure you it has been a very heavey blow to us both for in all our troubles she was a great comfort. She was so old fashioned she was just like an old woman. It was very hard after bringing them through all the trouble and to loos them at last.
Reading through Martha's letter is made all the more poignant by her phonetic spelling of many words, you can almost hear her voice reaching out of the mists of time.
For the purposes of the song, I focused on a chapter in Oliver's book that concerned the setup of an Irish colony in Santa Catarina province in Brazil, in a place called Príncipe Dom Pedro. It was here a much vaunted Irish settlement died a death, after a brief flowering. The song I wrote is called "Father George Montgomery" and tells the story of a priest who made it his life's work to resettle the dispossessed famine Irish in this region which he hoped would be more suitable to their religion, culture, and general well being. Unfortunately, Father Montgomery's efforts came to naught, soon after the first of his planned boats left the quay of Liverpool (with 300 colonists on board), he died. This left the colony's plans without their anchor, and the poor immigrants as my songs says, "bound down for Hy Brasil," afloat, on a sea of sharks. After being wracked by 3 years of mismanagement and government apathy, the colony of Príncipe Dom Pedro finally succumbed to floodwaters which drowned many of the remaining inhabitants and destroyed much of the infrastructure of the town.
One particularly harrowing detail uncovered by Oliver is a letter by Martha Connolly Orgill (one of the colonists) to her sister in Liverpool. Martha was one of the lucky ones who escaped the flood waters, only to encounter a worse fate in Rio.
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| Rio de Janeiro, 19th century |
Reading through Martha's letter is made all the more poignant by her phonetic spelling of many words, you can almost hear her voice reaching out of the mists of time.
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