Life
Parry was born in February 1634 in Dublin and baptised on 12 March, the son of Edward Parry (Bishop of Killaloe) and Miss Price. His siblings were John Parry (bishop), his predecessor as Bishop of Ossory; Edward Parry; Robert Parry; Mary Parry who married John Bulkeley; and Elinor Parry who was a love and correspondent of John Locke and later married Richard Hawkshaw. Benjamin Parry was educated at Trinity College, Dublin and Jesus College, Oxford before becoming a Fellow of Corpus Christi College, Oxford in 1654. He was ordained, later becoming the prebendary of Knaresborough and a canon of York. he also served as rector of Hope, Flintshire, rector of Godington, Oxfordshire and rector of St Antholin's, London. Arthur Capell, 1st Earl of Essex, the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, appointed him as one of his chaplains in 1672. In 1674, he became Dean of Ossory, becoming Dean of St Patrick's in 1675. After his brother John died (on 21 December 1677), Parry succeeded him as Bishop of Ossory, and was consecrated on 27 January 1678. He also succeeded his brother as rector of Llaniestyn, Anglesey and of St Andrew's, Dublin. However, he died within the year, on 4 October 1678 and is buried with his father and brother in the vestibule of St. Audoen's Church, Dublin.
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