Writ of Acceleration - Writs of Accelerations To The Irish House of Lords

Writs of Accelerations To The Irish House of Lords

Date Person summoned Summoned as Succeeded as Notes
13 July 1608 Henry O'Brien, Lord Ibrickane Baron Ibrickane Earl of Thomond (1624)
8 August 1662 Thomas Butler, Earl of Ossory Earl of Ossory Never succeeded Heir apparent of James Butler, 1st Duke of Ormonde but predeceased his father.
8 August 1662 Charles MacCarty, Viscount Muskerry Viscount Muskerry Never succeeded Heir apparent of Donough MacCarty, 1st Earl of Clancarty but predeceased his father.
28 January 1663 Charles Boyle, Viscount Dungarvan Viscount Dungarvan Never succeeded Heir apparent of Richard Boyle, 2nd Earl of Cork but predeceased his father.
30 October 1665 William Brabazon, Lord Brabazon Baron Brabazon of Ardee Earl of Meath (1675)
4 October 1711 Michael Burke, Lord Dunkellin Baron of Dunkellin Earl of Clanricarde (1722)
9 March 1715 Chaworth Brabazon, Lord Brabazon Baron Brabazon of Ardee Earl of Meath (1715)
23 March 1736 James Hamilton, Lord Paisley Baron Mountcastle Earl of Abercorn (1744)

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