Henry Grattan Guinness - Irish Roots

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Guinness was born in Kingstown In Taney, Dublin, Ireland. He was the grandson of Arthur Guinness and Olivia Whitmore. His father was John Grattan Guinness (1783-1850), Arthur's youngest son, who was an officer in the East India Company army. His mother was Jane Lucretia D'Esterre, whose husband Captain John Norcot D'Esterre had been killed in a duel in 1815 by Daniel O'Connell, who remorsefully paid her an annuity. Henry began preaching in 1855 and married Fanny E. Fitzgerald in 1860.

The Dublin Daily Express wrote in 1858:

Mr. Guinness preached yesterday in York Street Chapel. The attendance was greater than on any former occasion. In the evening it amounted to 1600, and if there were a place large enough, five times the number would have been present, to hear this highly gifted preacher. The interest which he has excited has daily increased and probably will continue to do so, during his labours in Dublin. An enormous crowd pressed for admittance. Judges, members of Parliament, orators, Fellows of College, lights of the various professions, the rank and fashion of the metropolis have been drawn out. Among them the Lord Lieutenant, the Lord Chancellor and the Lord Justice of Appeal, etc.

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