Revelation 5. Ottheinrich-Bibel, Bayerische Staatsbibliothek, Cgm 8010

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1 Index 1. Senior-Milne (formerly Milne) 2. Lineage of Milne 3. Arms of Senior-Milne 4. The Barony of Mordington 5. Lineage of Senior - A Song of Sefarad 6. The Exilarchate (The Princes of the Captivity) 7. Lineage of Hughes 8. Lineage of Hammersley Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek the Lord: Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn; look to Abraham, your father, and to Sarah, who gave you birth. When I called him he was only one man, and I blessed him and made him many. The Lord will surely comfort Zion and will look with compassion on all her ruins; he will make her deserts like Eden, her wastelands like the garden of the Lord. Joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the sound of singing." (Isaiah 51:1-5) And the Lord spake unto Moses and unto Aaron, saying, 'Every man of the children of Israel shall pitch by his own standard, with the ensign of their father's house*: far off about the tabernacle of the congregation shall they pitch. And on the east side toward the rising of the sun shall they of the standard of the camp of Judah pitch throughout their armies: and Nahshon** the son of Amminadab shall be captain of the children of Judah. (Numbers 2:1-3) *This is believed to be the earliest known reference to heraldry; that is, personal or familial hereditary symbols used for identification in war. The symbol of Judah is a lion ( Judah is a lion's whelp: from the prey, my son, thou art gone up: he stooped down, he couched as a lion, and as an old lion; who shall rouse him up? The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be. - Genesis 49:9-10). **Nahshon, who was born in Egypt, was ancestor of the House of David. He is depicted as one the ancestors of Christ in a lunette in the Sistine Chapel. Nahshon means wild waters and refers to the fact that Nahshon was the first to enter the water at the crossing of the Red Sea and that the sea parted before him when he did so.

2 We are the Chosen (Apparently written by Della M. Cummings Wright, rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson and edited and reworded by Tom Dunn in 1943.) 'In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us, "Tell our story!" So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying, "I can't let this happen." The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish, how they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth. Without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.'

3 Revelation 5 'And I saw in the right hand of him that sat on the throne a book written within and on the backside, sealed with seven seals. And I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof? And no man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the book, neither to look thereon. And I wept much, because no man was found worthy to open and to read the book, neither to look thereon. And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof.' Ottheinrich-Bibel, Bayerische Staatsbibliothek, Cgm 8010

4 Lament of Effric Lament of Effric McCorquadale for her husband, Hector Torquil MacNeill, 1st of Taynish, Constable of Castle Sween. From the Dean of Lismore's Book, page 126. Jewel, who has roused my grief, Beloved hast thou been of me, Beloved that joyous, generous heart, Which thou hadst until this night. Thy death has filled me with grief, The hand round which I lived so long, That I hear not of its strength, And that I saw it not depart; That joyful mouth of softest sounds, Well was it known in every land. Lion of Mull, with its white towers, Hawk of Isla, with its smooth plains, Shrewdest of all the men we knew, Whom guest ne'er left without a gift. Prince of good men, gentle, kind, Whose mien was that of a king's son, Guests came to thee from Dunanoir,* Guests from the Boyne** for lordly gifts. Truth it is they often came, Not oftener than gave thee joy. Shapely falcon of Sliabh Gael***, Protection to the bards thou gav'st, Dragon of Lewis of sandy slopes, Glad as the whisper of a stream; The loss of but a single man Has left me lonely, now he's gone. No sport, no pleasing song, No joy, nor pleasure in the feast; No man whom I can now love, Of Nial's race down from Niel og; Among our women there's no joy, Our men no pleasure have in sport, Just like the winds when it is calm, So without music is Dun Sween. See the palace of a generous race, Vengeance is taken on clan Neil, The cause of many a boastful son, And will till they lay us in the grave; And now 'tis hard to bear, alas! That we should lose on every side. Didst thou, son of Adam, crush Any cluster of three nuts, It is to him thou lovest most The largest third of them thou'dst give. Thus of their husk the topmost nut, Does to clan Neil, ungrudged, belong. The bountiful have often poured Their gifts on the dwelling of clan Neil. The prince, who was the last of all, Is he who me with gloom has filled. In half my purpose I have failed, Jewel, who has roused my grief. Broken my heart is in my breast, And so 't will be until I die; Left by that black and noble eyelid, Jewel, who has roused my grief. Mary, mother, foster-mother of the king, Protect thou me from every shaft; And thou, her Son, who all things mad'st. Jewel who hast roused my grief.

5 Taynish with Taynish House (Map ref: , ). The Paps of Jura in the background. Castle Sween. *Dunanoir was a castle on the island of Cape Clear, on the SW coast of Ireland. **The river Boyne. From Dunanoir to the Boyne included all Ireland. ***Sliabh Ghaidheael, a range of hills in Kintyre.