HERE’S WHAT THEY’RE SAYING ABOUT BJ HOFF’S THE EMERALD BALLADS
Book 1
Song of the Silent Harp…
“All the color and imagery of a film enliven this story…Rarely has a novel captured so authentically the enduring faith of the Irish peasant…”
EOIN MCKIERNAN, Founder,
Irish American Cultural Institute
Book 2
Heart of the Lonely Exile…
“…A brilliant picture of the excitement and drama of life in New York City a century ago.”
IRISH BOOKS AND MEDIA
“These are people to admire and care about, people who have struggled with the demons of sickness, death, and despair, and have survived because of their strong faith and trust in God.”
OHIOANA QUARTERLY
“…A captivating, faith-filled saga as exuberant, lyrical, and spirited as the Irish themselves…A historical saga so rich, so vivid, and so riveting you’ll feel like you’ve gone back in time.”
GUIDEPOSTS BOOK CLUB
Book 3
Land of a Thousand Dreams…
“A big, colorful novel, full of the type of upbeat Christian values to be found in much of Hoff’s fiction.”
IRISH ECHO
“…Captures the melodic vernacular of the Irish world through a myriad of complex characters in a sweeping story of the battle to survive, on both the peasant lands of the Emerald Isle and on the uncertain streets of New York.”
WEST COAST REVIEW OF BOOKS
Book 4
Sons of an Ancient Glory…
“Hoff tells a number of striking stories, all involving characters we come to care about immediately. She clearly knows her history, her religion, and her audience, and does a fine job of presenting the first two to the third. This is a series that deserves a lengthy run.”
WEST COAST REVIEW OF BOOKS
Recipient of Christianity Today’s Critic’s Choice Book Award, Fiction
Sons of an
Ancient Glory
THE EMERALD BALLAD
BJ HOFF
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Cover by Koechel Peterson & Associates, Inc., Minneapolis, Minnesota
BJ Hoff: Published in association with the Books & Such Literary Agency, 52 Mission Circle, Suite 122, PMB 170, Santa Rosa, CA 95409-5370, www.booksandsuch.biz.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Previously published in 1993 by Bethany House Publishers.
SONS OF AN ANCIENT GLORY
Copyright © 1993 by BJ Hoff
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Hoff, BJ
Sons of an ancient glory / BJ Hoff.
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ISBN 978-0-7369-2795-6 (pbk.)
1. Irish Americans—Fiction. 2. Immigrants—Fiction. 3. Ireland—Fiction I. Title.
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TO MY READERS:
This book is for you. You have overwhelmed me with your letters of encouragement, strengthened me with your prayers of support, and affirmed the value of the stories by opening your caring hearts to me with your own unique stories: stories of your struggles, your sorrows, and your victories.
Storytelling has always been of the utmost importance to the Irish. Because the Gaelic language was outlawed for generations, the ancient art of storytelling was crucial to the survival of Irish culture. For centuries in Ireland, the itinerant Seanchai—the Storyteller—was the person who kept the legends, the history, the traditions of the people alive.
I believe God has used my own passion for all things Irish to motivate me to take up the tradition of the Seanchai and tell the story of Ireland’s tragedy—and the long-range effect of that tragedy on both the Emerald Isle and America. But because I also believe that the Irish represent a universal immigration experience (having endured bondage, religious persecution, genocide, displacement, and ethnic prejudice), I like to think that the Emerald Ballad novels are not only stories about Irish immigrants, but stories about all immigrants. Many of you have written to confirm that belief, and I thank you.
Above all else, I hope Sons of an Ancient Glory and all the other Emerald Ballads portray a compassionate God at work among His people, a God who understands our frailties and redeems our failures. Time and time again God charges us in His Word to tell our children and our grandchildren of His deeds. So, as I tell you these stories of the Children of Erin, it is my prayer that you will pass them on. May we all be faithful to tell our children…and their children…of “His deeds, His power, and the wonders He has done.”
Dia linn…
God bless us.
BJ Hoff
2010
Acknowledgments
My warmest thanks and appreciation to Harvest House Publishers for publishing this new edition of Sons of an Ancient Glory, the fourth book of The Emerald Ballad series, and for their ongoing support and encouragement of my work.
ABOUT BJ HOFF
BJ Hoff’s bestselling historical novels continue to cross the boundaries of religion, language, and culture to capture a worldwide reading audience. In addition to The Emerald Ballad series, her books include such popular titles as Song of Erin and American Anthem and bestselling series such as The Riverhaven Years and The Mountain Song Legacy. Her stories, although set in the past, are always relevant to the present. Whether her characters move about in Ireland or America, in small country towns or metropolitan areas, reside in Amish settlements or in coal company houses, she creates communities where people can form relationships, raise families, pursue their faith, and experience the mountains and valleys of life.
A direct descendant of Irish ancestors who came to this country before the Revolutionary War, BJ brings a decade of historical research and strong personal involvement to The Emerald Ballad series. Her understanding of the Irish people—their history, their struggles, their music, their indomitable spirit—lends to her writing all the passion and power of her own Irish heritage. BJ and her husband make their home in Ohio.
For a complete listing of BJ’s books published by
Harvest House Publishers, turn to page 377.
Contents
To My Readers
Acknowledgments
About BJ Hoff
Prologue • Glory Renewed
PART ONE
LIGHT OF PROMISE • NEW BEGINNINGS
1 An Afternoon in the Park
2 A Gray, Chill Day
3 A More Recent Sorrow
4 The Gypsy and the Rebel
5 You Will Always Have Your Memories
6 Meeting in a Dublin Gaol
7 The Open Door
8 Strangers at Nelson Hall
9 Of Friends and Family
10 The Arrival of Quinn O’Shea
11 A Long Night in Brooklyn
12 The Mystery, The Miracle
13 Enemy Territory
14 Dancing Dreams
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br /> 15 On the Golden Streets of New York
16 Shooting Star
17 Among Men
18 A Momentous Occasion at Nelson Hall
19 A Child Is Born
PART TWO
LIGHT OF TRUTH • GATHERING DARKNESS
20 A Candle in the Dark
21 The Chatham Charity Women’s Shelter
22 The Space Between
23 Closed Doors
24 To Face the Dragon
25 Portrait of a Woman
26 The Midnight Thief
27 Bad Tidings
28 A Reluctant Parting
29 In the Vardo
30 Voice of the Heart
31 Terror on the Wind
PART THREE
LIGHT OF HOPE • GLORIOUS GRACE
32 Suffer the Children
33 Be Thou My Vision
34 Hope for the Hopeless
35 Between Freedom and Fear
36 In the Devil’s Den
37 The Price of Justice
38 Angels Unaware
39 Acts of Desperation
40 The Sound of Singing
41 The Ways of Women
42 I Have Brought You to This Place
43 In Search of an Ancient Glory
44 Folly or Grace?
45 The Glory of Love
Epilogue • And to the Prodigal…Grace
A Note from the Author
Other fine BJ Hoff books published by Harvest House Publishers
Great reviews for BJ Hoff’s Mountain Song Legacy trilogy
About the Publisher
PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS
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Ireland
Morgan Fitzgerald (the Seanchai): Poet, patriot, and schoolmaster. Grandson of British nobleman, Richard Nelson. Formerly of County Mayo. Dublin.
Finola: Mysterious beauty with no memory of her past. Dublin.
Annie (Aine) Fitzgerald: Belfast runaway adopted by Morgan Fitzgerald. Dublin.
Sandemon (the “West Indies Wonder”): Freed slave from Barbados. Hired companion and friend of Morgan Fitzgerald. Dublin.
Sister Louisa: Nun employed as teacher by Morgan Fitzgerald for his new Academy. Dublin.
Tierney Burke: Rebellious son of Michael Burke. Formerly of New York City. Dublin.
Jan Martova: Romany Gypsy who befriends Tierney Burke. Dublin.
Lucy Hoy: Friend and nurse to Finola. Dublin.
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America
THE KAVANAGHS AND THE WHITTAKERS
Daniel Kavanagh: Irish immigrant, formerly of Killala, County Mayo. Son of Owen (deceased) and Nora. New York City.
Nora Kavanagh Whittaker: Irish immigrant, formerly of Killala, County Mayo. Wife of Evan Whittaker. Mother of Daniel Kavanagh. New York City.
Evan Whittaker: British immigrant, formerly of London. Assistant to Lewis Farmington. New York City.
Winifred Whittaker Coates: Evan Whittaker’s widowed aunt, formerly of England. New York City.
Johanna and Thomas (Little Tom) Fitzgerald: Irish immigrants, orphaned children of Thomas (Morgan Fitzgerald’s deceased brother). Adopted by Evan Whittaker and Nora. New York City.
THE BURKES AND THE FARMINGTONS
Michael Burke: Irish immigrant, New York City police captain, formerly of Killala, County Mayo.
Sara Farmington Burke: Daughter of shipbuilding magnate Lewis Farmington. Wife of Michael Burke. New York City.
Lewis Farmington: Shipbuilder, Christian philanthropist. New York City.
THE DALTONS
Jess Dalton: Mission pastor, author, and abolitionist, former West Point Chaplain. New York City.
Kerry Dalton: Irish immigrant, formerly of County Kerry. Wife of Jess. New York City.
Casey-Pitz Dalton: Irish immigrant orphan, adopted by the Daltons. New York City.
THE WALSHES
Patrick Walsh: Irish immigrant, formerly of County Cork. Crime boss. New York City.
Alice Walsh: Wife of Patrick. Mother of Isabel and Henry. New York City.
OTHERS
Billy Hogan: Fatherless Irish immigrant, formerly of County Sligo. New York City.
Quinn O’Shea: Newly arrived Irish immigrant with troubled past. Formerly of County Roscommon. New York City.
Denny Price: Irish immigrant, New York City police sergeant, formerly of County Donegal. New York City.
Nicholas Grafton: New York City physician.
Pronunciation Guide
Aine Än´ya
a gra (my love) a grä´
alannah (my child) a län´uh
aroon (my dear, my love) arn
Finola (from Fionnuala) Fi n´ la
gorsoon (boy) gor sun
Killala Kil lä´ lä
macushla (my darling) ma cush´ la
Sandemon Sanda mhn´
Seanchai (storyteller) Shan´ a kee
I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one: I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.
JOHN 17:22-23
PROLOGUE
Glory Renewed
And, long, a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place—
Sing oh! not even their son’s disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.
THOMAS DAVIS (1814–1845)
Killala, Western Ireland
January 1, 1801
Dan Kavanagh flew out of the cottage, little Barry in hand, the midwife’s harsh words like grapeshot at his back.
“Ye’ll be naught but a nuisance here, man!” shrilled Jane O’Dowd. “Take the tyke, and away with you! Go to McNally’s, why not? O’Casey, the Seanchai, is there with his tales. I’ll send word when it’s time, never fear!”
Not a man in the village would argue with the flint-tempered Jane O’Dowd. Dan was off in a shake, little Barry at his heels. The older two boys, Niall and Tim, had gone gaming in the woods with Oran Browne early that morning, no doubt in anticipation of the ordeal to come. Dan did not blame them at all; his own eagerness to get away had been suppressed only with great effort. Though he doubted that even the Storyteller could take his mind off Peg and the babe trying to be born, he could not resist the chance to escape for a bit.
Despite the wind whipping the thatch on McNally’s cottage, the door stood open. An entire gaggle of townspeople had gathered close-in, which, of course, meant the inside would be filled to overflowing. That was ever the case when a Seanchai—a Storyteller—passed through the village.
Hoisting wee Barry onto his shoulder, Dan wedged a place for them near the door. He caught just a glimpse of the silver-haired O’Casey inside, his spidery-frail bones perched on a stool near the turf fire. Ringed by what appeared to be the entire McNally clan and a remarkable number of villagers, the old traveling man might have been holding court; the cabin was hushed, the facial expressions rapt.
After a moment, Dan realized that O’Casey was giving forth the latest news from Dublin City, where on this very day—the momentous first day of a new century—the despised Act of Union between England and Ireland was to commence.
“But what of the Parliament?” Big Tommy Conlon was asking. “Our Irish Parliament?”
“Irish Parliament, indeed!” snorted O’Casey. “As of today, there is no Irish Parliament, not that it was ever more than a bad joke entirely.” The Storyteller curled his lip. “From this time forth, Ireland and England are to be the same as one country. Our land belongs to the British Crown now, and that’s the truth.”
“As do our souls,” muttered Frank Duggan, a heavy-shouldered farmer hunched near the fire.
A dull pain settled over Dan’s chest at their words, though O’Casey’s news merely confirmed what was already suspected. After today, there would be no more pretense of the people having any say in the running of their own country. In an obscene show of tyranny, bribery, and fraud, the Un
ion between Ireland and Britain had been forged, and there was nothing for the Irish to do but live with it.
And, more than likely, die with it as well.…
Like an ominous dark cloud, the reality of the Union hung over the day, threatening to spoil what should have otherwise been a grand occasion. For at any moment now, Peg would be delivering a new babe—the first which Dan had fathered.
The other three boys were his dead brother’s sons. After Brian was hanged for treason in ’98, Dan had taken Peg as his wife and the boys as his own. Today would mark the first fruit of their marriage, and by rights he should be thinking of nothing else.
But the ache for his country would not go away, not even for the thought of a new child. Hundreds of years of English oppression had finally come to this, Ireland’s greatest humiliation. A paper union, unwanted, despised—a loathsome offspring of corruption, binding the people to an enemy who counted them as less than human.
An insistent nudge from young Emer Costello, next to him, jerked Dan back to his surroundings. He glanced up to see John McNally, inside, beckoning to him and the boy.
“’Tis bitter cold for the wee lad,” said McNally, pointing to Barry, who stood shivering in the wind. “Bring him inside. We’ll make room.”
Parting the crowd, Dan squeezed himself and little Barry through the narrow doorway. Like his own cottage, McNally’s place had two rooms, with rock from the hills for a floor. On one wall leaned a rough wooden box which held pieces of cracked pottery and plates. In the chimney corner stood a bed of straw, covered with a heavy gray blanket. The turf fire was low, but seemed to offer a great warmth after the harsh sting of the wind.
As he and Barry crowded in among the family, Dan nodded respectfully to O’Casey, who seemed to take no notice. Obviously intent on his own dark thoughts, the Storyteller’s finely webbed face was set in a deep scowl, his hands clenched and anchored on one knee.