Rev. T. Connellan, to his dearly beloved brethren, the Roman Catholics of the diocese of ElphinConnellan, Thomas
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Rev. T. Connellan, to his dearly beloved brethren, the Roman Catholics of the diocese of Elphin
Connellan, Thomas
Catholic Church -- Controversial literature; Catholic ex-priests -- Ireland
Transcribed from the [c1889] edition printed by J. T. Drought by David
Price.
REV. T. CONNELLAN,
TO HIS
Dearly Beloved Brethren,
THE ROMAN CATHOLICS
OF THE
DIOCESE OF ELPHIN.
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Dublin: Printed by J. T. DROUGHT, 6, Bachelor’s-walk.
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A LETTER,
ETC.
BELOVED BRETHREN,—
FOR seven years and three months I laboured among you. Thousands of you
knew me in the Confessional; almost all of you have heard my voice from
the pulpit; I have baptized not a few among you. I have laboured in the
four most populous centres in your diocese—Sligo, Strokestown, Roscommon,
and Athlone—and from the day on which I entered upon my work to the day
of my departure from the diocese, there has never been a word of
disagreement between us. I resided but four months in the parish of
Strokestown, yet, at my departure, my flock presented me with a purse of
sovereigns. Most of you have read the comments in the local journals
when I left the diocese, and I leave them to speak for themselves.
I am returning to live and die among you if you will permit me, and I
know the question that will naturally be asked by every one of you. You
will say—“Yes, we remember Father Connellan very well. He preached in
our chapel, and we used to call him ‘the fair-haired priest.’ But wasn’t
he drowned in Lough Ree a couple of years ago? Is it his ghost that is
coming among us?”
Well, my clear friends, I am thankful to say I was not drowned in Lough
Ree. I left the diocese, put off my clerical garb, and worked on the
Press in London for eighteen months. It was rather a curious thing for a
“fair-haired priest” to do, arid I am going to give you my reasons for
the step in as few words as possible.
I was not more than two years a priest when I began to have conscientious
scruples. I shall tell you the causes of these scruples and troubles,
not in the order in which they arose, for that would be impossible in a
short sketch like the present, and if you cannot master the difficulties
yourselves, you can ask your parish priest to explain them for you.
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