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Post by dem bones on Sept 4, 2022 13:39:31 GMT
T. Crofton Croker - The Banshee of the Mac Carthy's: ( Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland, 1825) John Mackay Wilson - The Seven Lights: ( Tales from the Borders, 1834) Charlotte Riddell - The Banshee's Warning: (aka Hertford O'Donnell's Warning; London Society, Christmas 1867: Peter Haining [ed.], The Wild Night Company, 1970). Anonymous - Dr Faversham's Story: ( A Stable for Nightmares, 1867) J. S. Le Fanu - Stories of Lough Guir: The Banshee: (Charles Dickens [ed.], All the Year Round, 23 April, 1870). Anon [John Keegan] - The Banshee: ( Irish Weird Tales, 1888) Fergus Hume - A Colonial Banshee: ( The Dancer in Red, 1906: James Doig [ed.]. Australian Ghost Stories, 2010) Seabury Quinn - Itself: ( Weird Tales, Sept. 1925). Tod Robbins - A Bit of Banshee: ( Who Wants a Green Bottle?, 1926) Lord Dunsany - The Banshee: ( The Man who Ate the Phoenix, 1949: Peter Haining [ed.], Ghost Tour, 1984). Trebor Thorpe [R. Lionel Fanthorpe] - Song of the Banshee: ( Supernatural Stories #14, Feb. 1958). Peter O'Flynn [R. Lionel Fanthorpe] - Return of the Banshee: ( Supernatural Stories #89, May 1964). Bernhardt J. Hurwood - The Banshee Whose Feelings Were Hurtt ( Monsters and Nightmares, 1967) Joseph Bishop – The Banshee & Patrick O’Bannon: ( Weird Tales, May 1954: Peter Haining [ed.], The Ghost Finders, 1978). Ken Burke - The Dance of Death: (Mary Danby [ed] Armada Ghost 13, 1981) Elliott O'Donnell - Cry of the Banshee: ( The Casebook of Ghosts, 1969). Jonathan Cruise - The House that Remembered: (Clarence Paget (ed.) – 27th Pan Book Of Horror Stories, 1986).
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Post by dem bones on Dec 30, 2023 13:46:01 GMT
The Banshee
Then I was ten years old, my mother and father finding me, I imagine, rather self-willed and not too fond of school, sent me to a French convent some distance from London. They fondly hoped, I believe, I should learn French, but I need hardly say that most of the day I spoke English. I was quite happy there, though I missed the school games, as the only out-door pastime allowed was lawn tennis, played on a doubtful lawn!
The Rev. Mother of the convent was at this time very ill; she had been an invalid for many years and had as deputy a kind though very austere woman.
My mother often used to come over to see me, and sometimes spent a weekend, which was of course a great joy; we had also several other lady boarders staying there in retreat.
A good many of the girls besides myself were Protestants, which made it nicer for me in a way.
The long dormitory where I slept with fourteen other pupils had cubicles the length of the room, and at the farther end an immense window with a big blind which was always lowered at night. Underneath the window was a shrine with the image of the Blessed Virgin and the usual receptacle for Holy Water. One evening we were all assembled in the dormitory with a nun in attendance preparing for bed, when suddenly the huge blind shading the window began slowly to ascend, revealing the figure of a beautiful girl combing her masses of auburn hair and singing a mournful dirge in a low, sweet voice. We all stared at the apparition in mute astonishment for a full minute, and then very slowly the blind descended and everything was as before.
We were too amazed to be frightened, and looked at each other and the nun, whose face was ashy white. She turned quickly to us and in a nervous voice told us we were not to speak of what we had seen on penalty of severe punishment, and that no doubt the Rev. Mother would send for us in the morning. Accordingly we went silently and very thoughtfully to bed.
The Rev. Mother did send for us all immediately after Mass the next day and repeated what the nun had said, that on no account were we to mention our experience of the previous night, and gave us religious reasons. This I need hardly say made us all the more curious and rather frightened.
Exactly a week after to the day and hour the old Rev. Mother passed away, and we had to visit the death chamber and pray beside the corpse —a most awe-inspiring, and to us a very unpleasant duty; perhaps this is why I hate the scent of arum lilies.
It transpired months after that the apparition we had all seen was the banshee of the old Rev. Mother's family, who was an Irishwoman of ancient and noble birth.
In conclusion I may add that this is only one of various weird experiences I had at the convent. — F. M.
— The Tatler, 13 November 1929
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Post by helrunar on Dec 30, 2023 15:29:54 GMT
Interesting reminiscence. The word banshee (from Irish bean sidhe, "Woman of the Sidhe Mound," or "Faery Woman") seems to cover a variety of apparitions. Some are really terrifying and the wailing can be experienced as a loud, sickening vibration through the earth itself--I have never been present for this myself, but there are numerous reliable accounts. It's a pity that the interesting little volume A Pocket Book of the Banshee by Patricia Lysaght, published 1998 (not 1801, as erroneously stated in several online listings) is now OP. This 1997 edition with a slightly different title is on Archive, but is now behind some kind of electronic wall requiring a log-in and might be one of those annoying things that one can only borrow for an hour at a time. archive.org/details/bansheeirishdeat0000lysa/page/n439/mode/2upHel.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Dec 30, 2023 15:36:45 GMT
Interesting reminiscence. The word banshee (from Irish bean sidhe, "Woman of the Sidhe Mound," or "Faery Woman") seems to cover a variety of apparitions. Some are really terrifying and the wailing can be experienced as a loud, sickening vibration through the earth itself--I have never been present for this myself, but there are numerous reliable accounts. It's a pity that the interesting little volume A Pocket Book of the Banshee by Patricia Lysaght, published 1998 (not 1801, as erroneously stated in several online listings) is now OP. This 1997 edition with a slightly different title is on Archive, but is now behind some kind of electronic wall requiring a log-in and might be one of those annoying things that one can only borrow for an hour at a time. archive.org/details/bansheeirishdeat0000lysa/page/n439/mode/2upHel. It's not little on the archive. It's 440 pages. She must have done a brief version. 14 day borrow available. "Originally published: Dublin, Ireland : O'Brien Press, 1986 Based on the author's thesis (Ph. D.)--University College Dublin, 1982 Includes bibliographical references (pages 405-426) and index"
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Post by Swampirella on Dec 30, 2023 15:45:25 GMT
Interesting reminiscence. The word banshee (from Irish bean sidhe, "Woman of the Sidhe Mound," or "Faery Woman") seems to cover a variety of apparitions. Some are really terrifying and the wailing can be experienced as a loud, sickening vibration through the earth itself--I have never been present for this myself, but there are numerous reliable accounts. It's a pity that the interesting little volume A Pocket Book of the Banshee by Patricia Lysaght, published 1998 (not 1801, as erroneously stated in several online listings) is now OP. This 1997 edition with a slightly different title is on Archive, but is now behind some kind of electronic wall requiring a log-in and might be one of those annoying things that one can only borrow for an hour at a time. archive.org/details/bansheeirishdeat0000lysa/page/n439/mode/2upHel. It's not little on the archive. It's 440 pages. She must have done a brief version. 14 day borrow available. "Originally published: Dublin, Ireland : O'Brien Press, 1986 Based on the author's thesis (Ph. D.)--University College Dublin, 1982 Includes bibliographical references (pages 405-426) and index" I just started reading it last night; a little dry but informative.
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Post by helrunar on Dec 30, 2023 16:38:59 GMT
Thanks, Princess and Swampi, for those helpful notes about Patricia's earlier work. I was not able to see any details because the site was demanding money from me--I think it was a Mac navigation glitch with it, and it was kind of disappointing since I have never had that experience with Archive before. But this is life in the Twittering Twenties.
cheers, Hel.
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