North Monastery
The North Monastery (Irish: An Mhainistir Thuaidh), commonly known as The Mon, is a collection of primary, secondary and a Gaelcholáiste schools located at Our Lady's Mount, Cork, Ireland.
History
The North Monastery was founded on 9 November 1811 when Brother Jerome O'Connor and Brother John Baptist Leonard were given charge of a school in Chapel Lane by the Bishop of Cork, Rev. Dr. Moylan. Seventeen students attended on the first day.
In 1814, a 14-acre sloping site was acquired from a wealthy catholic businessman, Sir George Gould Bart, and a new school was built. The North Monastery had found its permanent home. An outbreak of typhus fever in the city in 1816 saw the school being used as a temporary hospital.
Brother Griffin, a poet and novelist, became a member of the North Monastery in 1839. He died on 12 June 1840 in his 37th year. His remains are interred in the cemetery in the grounds of the school. It was shortly after the death of Griffin that Daniel O'Connell visited with the Founder of the Order, Edmund Ignatius Rice.
Podcasts:
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by Tree Monks
The Monastery
by: Tree MonksHello friends, we are the Tree Monks. I got a tree beard and beers getting
Drunk. Now where the leaves hung, that's where I'll be son. Til I plummet
From a drum hit to a tree trunk. Hurt in each lung, become be calm. Traffic
Backed up in the road where it leads up. Try to battle my ignorance and
Learn from it, try to battle for better days on each summit.
Cause I was born on the mountain top. Where down below me so many rot. And
It taught me how small I was, but not to stop until the rest climbed up.
Not to heaven ain't a place for me, but in the night when there's stars to
See. Not in the streets where the view be skewed but in the trees where the
Truth can rule.
(chorus)
So don't call if I don't come back
Cause I don't know if I know the next place I'm at.
And don't try to lecture me please
I'm waiting on the rest of me.
(Nick)
They sold it I bought it, They painted rocks and I copped it, Paved roads
To God and I fought it, Came close but hopped on a rocket ship. The beauty
Is scary and very skewed In various precarious views. It makes Aquarius
Blues, it makes hilarious news, And converting to eternity hysterically
Cruel. But do you, I promise not to preach, Just please seek the roots to
Who’s got the leash, And who bought beliefs and who taught the weak. Who
Went to war with who brought the peace? It’s you it’s me, it’s booze for
Cheap It’s everything that helps illusions breathe So release and be free.
(chorus)
So don't call if I don't come back
Cause I don't know if I know the next place I'm at.
And don't try to lecture me please
I'm waiting on the rest of me.