Peruse a lifetime's worth of art and antiques in the Dún Laoghaire home of their collector
Nowadays, most houses are emptied of their furniture, precious paintings and various collectibles, and these items are put up for sale in auction rooms with a mélange of pieces from other homes.
Not so in the case of 6 Royal Terrace West, Dún Laoghaire. The contents of the property will be on view in the house, July 12th-14th, 10am-5pm each day, in advance of the auction in Sheppard's auction rooms in Durrow, Co Laois on July 15th and 16th.
Royal Terrace, one of the architectural gems of south Dublin, was built as two facing terraces on opposite sides of a four-acre park in 1860. The two-storey over basement homes were part of the expansion of Dún Laoghaire following the opening of the Dublin-Kingstown railway line in 1834 and the completion of the harbour in the 1840s.
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6 Royal Terrace West, Dún Laoghaire
Front hall of 6 Royal Terrace West, Dun Laoghaire
Until recently, number 6 was owned by Philip and Constance Murphy. Originally from west Cork, Philip was the youngest of six children of TJ Murphy, Labour Party TD and minister for local government in 1948-1949. Philip Murphy, who died in September 2024, was a solicitor and an avid collector of antiques. The house, which was put on the market by Savills with a guide price of €1,400,000 earlier this year, is currently sale agreed.
Both Philip and Constance, who predeceased him, were active member of the Royal Terrace West Residents' Association.
'The terrace wouldn't be intact today if it wasn't for the work of Philip Murphy,' says a neighbour, Breasal O'Caollai.
As well as campaigning against any development that would destroy the integrity of these Victorian homes, Murphy also led the campaign to bring the park back into public ownership.
'He was the custodian of the square since they moved there in the 1960s. He was concerned about maintaining the architectural heritage of the area and he persuaded the county council to buy back the land in the 1980s from Monkstown Hockey Club,' says his niece, Hilary Walsh.
The Royal Terrace park, which has been planted with trees and laid out with paths and green spaces, is now popular among locals and visitors alike.
The Murphy's Victorian terraced house has many original features, which are complemented with antique furniture, clocks, art and carefully chosen ornamental pieces. 'I can remember visiting the house, seeing all the clocks wound up, smelling the furniture polish and everything just so pristine,' says Walsh.
And so, this house content auction offers members of the public a rare opportunity to see a lifetime's collection of antique furniture, oriental art and ornaments (including Chinese snuff bottles), several antique clocks and mirrors, silver and wooden boxes, in an almost museum like setting.
'Each item offers insight into a life lived with genuine engagement and appreciation for the decorative and historic arts,' says Michael Sheppard, who has been cataloguing the items over the past few weeks.
A rare 19th-century French automaton bird clock under a glass dome (€5,000-€8,000)
One of the more unusual items for sale is a rare 19th-century French automaton bird clock under a glass dome (€5,000-€8,000). It features a rotating tree with multiple taxidermy hummingbirds and other exotic birds perched among naturalistic silk flowers. The mechanism causes the birds to rotate in synchrony with the passage of time. Also of note is a mid-20th century hand-knotted Donegal wool carpet (€5,000-€8,000).
This piece was inspired by the designs of Charles Francis Annesley Voysey, the English architect and designer renowned for his Arts and Crafts style wallpapers, fabrics and furniture – some of which can be seen in London's Victoria and Albert Museum.
Antique furniture enthusiasts may also be drawn to a Victorian Wellington mahogany chest (€400-€600). Named after the 1st Duke of Wellington, Arthur Wellesley – who led the British armies to victory at the Battle of Waterloo in 1815 against Napoleon – the chest is tall and narrow with a single key locking all seven small drawers. This offers a perfectly secure, compact and portable storage for someone frequently on the move.
Meanwhile, Whyte's Summer Online auction, which ends on Monday from 6pm, offers collectors a snapshot of 20th-century Irish artists, as well as affordable prints of works by Paul Henry and Jack Butler Yeats, among others.
Frescati House in Blackrock, Co Dublin, by Peter Pearson
Take, for example, the painting of Frescati House in Blackrock, Co Dublin, by artist and architectural historian, Peter Pearson. Painted in 1982, a year before the Georgian house was demolished, the painting is a reminder of its loss. Originally built in 1739 for the family of John Hely Hutchinson, then provost of Trinity College Dublin, Frescati House was later owned by the Fitzgeralds, who also owned Leinster House in Dublin and Carton House in Co Kildare. The Fitzgeralds named the house Frescati, a deliberate derivative of the Italian city of Frascati – a name which was revived for the Blackrock shopping centre, built on the land of the demolished mansion.
A watercolour and pencil drawing of St Peter's Church in Drogheda, Co Louth by Thomas Ryan (€300-€500)
September Morning, Castle Archdale, Co Fermanagh by Colin Middleton (€1,200-€1,500)
A watercolour of the Museum Building in Trinity College Dublin by Eve Lyn Hope (€500-€700)
Baked Beans Boy (€300-€500), the Self-Portrait by Paul Hewson (Bono)
Among the lots at Whyte's auction are some interesting watercolours. These include a watercolour and pencil drawing of St Peter's Church in Drogheda, Co Louth by Thomas Ryan (€300-€500); a watercolour of the Museum Building in Trinity College Dublin by Eve Lyn Hope (€500-€700); and September Morning, Castle Archdale, Co Fermanagh by Colin Middleton (€1,200-€1,500). The Self-Portrait by Paul Hewson (Bono), entitled, Baked Beans Boy (€300-€500), is also sure to draw some interest.
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Crossing the City by Jack B Yeats
Crossing the City by Jack B Yeats
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£100,000-£150,000
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Unsold
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Bonham's
Christian Dior flower brooch
Christian Dior flower brooch
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€80-€100
Hammer price
€200
Auction house
Adam's
18-carat gold small mesh bag
18-carat gold small mesh bag
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€2,000-€3,000
Hammer price
€2,400
Auction house
Adam's
Wicklow Early Morning by Sean McSweeney
Wicklow Early Morning by Sean McSweeney
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€500-€700
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€500
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Just like in music and taste and smells, we have memories in our trees, too, and our natural spaces. This tree is a significant marker in my life in terms of memories. All happy memories. 'I'd be devastated if those two trees were gone' Aoibhinn Ní Shúilleabháin is an associate professor in DCU, biodiversity advocate and chair of the Independent Advisory Committee on Nature Restoration Aoibhinn Ní Shúilleabháin at Fernhill Park and Gardens in Stepaside, Co Dublin. Photograph: Alan Betson There are two enormously tall scots pine trees on the Rua Oileans. The Rua Oileans are two little islands on Lough Corrib. They mean a lot to me because as children we would go fishing on the Corrib on my grandad's boat, which is now my dad's. The first thing you see when you go out in the boat and get past the shore reeds are the Rua Oileans, covered in trees. It's a place where we would stop to have a picnic if we'd been out fishing for a couple of hours. Annoyingly you can't really walk around because there's just so much growth. So it's a real adventure to try and walk around the island. I used to think that trees couldn't grow like this on the hills in Connemara, but now realise the islands epitomise what our landscape could look like. [ Aoibhinn Ní Shúilleabháin: 'We need to look after our bogs, like we look after the Book of Kells' Opens in new window ] Those two trees are my favourites because they mark to me what the Corrib is. They are Connemara. I was out on the boat at the weekend with my kids. We saw the islands ahead of us and I just said, 'Oh, my soul feels better.' My brother was in the boat as well and he said, 'Me too.' Corrib Island in Connemara. Photograph: Art O Súilleabháin That's what those trees epitomise for me; just stopping and connecting. I connect with nature when I'm on the lake, because there's nothing else you can do except watch the water, look at the flies on the water, listen to the wind, look at the trees. And look at the sky. All you're doing is being in nature. That's my connection. Those two trees, those enormous Scots Pines that look like they shouldn't be there. I'd be devastated if those two trees were gone. 'This horse chestnut tree has been a mother tree to me for a long time' Catherine Cleary is co-founder of Pocket Forests , a social enterprise planting native trees and shrubs in urban areas. She is growing a native forest on a former farm in Co Roscommon Catherine Cleary with her favourite tree, a 'big old horse chestnut tree' in a glade at the back of the Iveagh Gardens. Photograph: Alan Betson When we think about favourite trees they tend to be the trees that have been around a lot longer than us, and in that category there's one tree on the farm in Roscommon which is an incredible tree, unfortunately dying from ash dieback. It has been given a life by Kerri ní Dochartaigh, who wrote an incredible poem called The Mother Tree for the documentary that was made about our farm project called The Forest Midwife . It is speaking in the voice of the tree on the farm, this 80- to 100-year-old ash tree, which is struggling to continue with ash dieback. So that's one that's very, very close to my heart. But the one that more people might be able to visit, and one I visit much more regularly, is a big old horse chestnut tree in the Iveagh Gardens in Dublin's city centre. [It is] at the back of the Iveagh Gardens in a kind of wooded area, which is still under threat from development. I will be putting up a tent in there to stop it from being cut down. [ Catherine Cleary: 'I stood in this dripping wet mossy forest and something just shifted in me' Opens in new window ] In that glade at the back of the Iveagh Gardens, you feel like you're just in a tiny fragment of forest. This horse chestnut tree has kind of been a mother tree to me for a long time, in that I have visited it at various tough times. I think it was Thomas Pakenham who once said trees are great listeners. And this horse chestnut is a great listener. About 18 months ago a huge limb fell off it, because it is beginning to come to the end of its days, and it was given a very severe piece of tree surgery – it basically had all of its huge, enormous canopy cut down, for safety reasons presumably. But this summer it is leafing up again; a tiny, much-dwarfed version of itself, but it's still there. It's still keeping on.
