by JOHN MANGAN
of Jas, St, Drogheda
in memory of his Beloved Wife
who departed this life
on the 4th Decr 1867.
Also his sister in law
who died 4 Jan 1900
Also his youngest beloved son
who died 7. April 1900
Requiescat in Pace
NOT VERIFIED IF SAME PERSON? (RESEARCH NEEDED)Visitors impression of town (1890)
In April 1890 John Mangan had a visit from two accomplished and gifted English ladies, Miss Orme and Miss Laurence who left an account of their tour to Drogheda:
‘An hour along the Great Northern Railway from Dublin brought us to this flourishing town. Alderman Mangan is Chairman of the Board of Guardians and an active worker in the National cause. To him we had an introduction, and nothing else is needed to ensure the utmost kindness and hospitality. We found the alderman in his pleasant sitting room. A side table is covered with the silver cups and other trophies won by his son in athletic sports. In this room Mr Parnell planned his campaign in Meath, which ended in his victorious election. If anyone imagines there is such a thing as religious intolerance outside of Belfast let him come here and listen to Mr Mangan, a devout Catholic, detail the events of that memorable election.
‘Mr Mangan has framed and hung in an honourable position the warrant under which he was arrested and sent to jail in Mr Forester’s reign. But English visitors feel it anything but an honour that such a citizen was taken from the scene of useful work and confined to prison. After a most pleasant chat we started for a tour of the town. We went to the place where Mr Mangan spends most of his time – the workhouse. A very large building it is and extremely picturesque. Passing through the front offices we saw a number of buildings containing the paupers – men, women and children. We saw the infirm and the bed-ridden, the lunatics and one poor young mother with her baby a week old. Everywhere Mr Mangan is greeted as a trusted friend. The children know his name; the lunatics do their poor best to make it appear they are glad to see him, and the poor old bed-ridden women call down every blessing on his head. There is a homely kindly tone through the whole place, which shows at once that a good influence is at work. And yet this man, such a benefactor to his own locality is thrown into prison by the English Government.
‘“The best man in Ireland; a very sensible man and a very popular man” are the descriptions you get of him from his townsfolk, and they elect him Guardian without him canvassing, and Chairman of the Board by acclamation. But England puts him in jail. No better example can be given of our present system of misrule.