Some part of the prey was given to Victual the Garrison, amid the rest was divided amongst those that took it to their " satisfaction" .
"dublin intelligence" 20/27 January 1691
A Brief St Patrick.
Colmcille is said to have been the first person to collect the miracles of Patrick,
Tirechan says he used a book about Patrick belonging to Bishop Ultan as one of his sources.
From those two accounts and other traditions and later accounts as well we can sift out some other information about Patrick,
that his full name was, Magonus Sucatus Patricius,
and that his mother was called Concessa, that he studied at Auxerre in Gaul, attracted to this place by the fame of its Bishop,Germanus, the man who had been sent as papal legate to Britain about the Pelagian heresy in that country.
His place of captivity in Ireland is named ,Sliab Mis (Slemish) , Co Antrim,
and his master a druid or learned man called Miliuc maccu Boin,
The wood of Volcut has been identified with a site near Killala Co Mayo, though what Patrick had to do in particular with this place remains unknown,
The objections to Patrick being made Bishops were over-come, but it appears he always had to face a current of opposition,
his lack of learning,
perhaps the very success of his mission were being held against him,
Patrick quite definitely represents himself as the apostle of Ireland,
Both his (" confession and his letter ") describe a pagan country into which Patrick brings the faith,
Baptises many thousands,
He ordains and organises a native clergy, It was dangerous work at times,
Patrick mentions twelve dangers in which my life was at stake--not to mention numerous plots, that no-one should say Patrick was preaching the gospel for gain, he gave back, often to the offence of the donors, all gifts,
He refused money for Baptisms, or from those he ordained priests,
From the song,
How trive we by the Union ?
Look round our native land,
In ruined trade and wealth decayed,
See slavery,s surest brand,
Our glory as a nation gone ;
Our substance drained away ;
A wretched province trampled on,
Is all we,ve left to-day,
Then curse me with the Union,
That juggle foul and base,
The baneful root that bore such fruit,
Of ruin and disgrace,
And shall it last this Union,
To grind and waste us so ?
O,er hill and lea, from sea to sea,
All Ireland thunders, no !
Eight million necks are stiff to bow,
We know our might as men ;
We conqured once before, and now,
We,ll conquer once again,
And rend the cursed Union,
And fling it to the wind,
And Ireland,s laws, in Irelands cause,
Alone our hearts shall bind .