Who is Eleanor Hull

Eleanor Henrietta Hull (15 January 1860 – 13 January 1935) was a writer, journalist and scholar of Old Irish.

Life

Hull was born in England, of a County Down family, the daughter of Edward Hull. She was educated at Alexandra College, Dublin and was a student of Irish Studies. On 26 April 1898 she was a co-founder of the Irish Texts Society for the publication of early manuscripts. Douglas Hyde was President, Frederick York Powell was Chairman, and Norma Borthwick and Eleanor Hull were the secretaries. Hull was honorary secretary for nearly thirty years.

She was president of the Irish Literary Society.

She died in Wimbledon, England on 13 January 1935, two days shy of her 75th birthday.

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Don_pucik: ~ translation and verses by eleanor hull in 1912, but this was originally a monastic irish hymn from the 8th century, and perhaps originating in the 6th century.
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