St.
 Aengus, called “God’s Vassal” was of the royal house of Ulster, and was
 born around the middle of the seventh century. As a young man he 
entered the Monastery of Clonenagh, which under its holy abbot 
Maelaithgen was famous for its learning, sanctity and numerous 
followers. At Clonenagh Aengus advanced so rapidly that there came a day
 when it was said that none in Ireland rivaled Aengus in knowledge and 
virtue.
 Desiring
 to abandon the world entirely, Aengus retired to an isolated hermitage 
where he practiced severe mortifications. These, in turn, began to 
attract all manner of people to his “desert”. So, one night, he simply 
disappeared. Knocking at the door of the great monastery of Tallaght in 
Dublin, he asked to be admitted as a servant – concealing both his name 
and renown. He was accepted by the abbot, St. Maelruain, and for seven 
years labored at the meanest chores about the monastery, none suspecting
 his true identity.
Desiring
 to abandon the world entirely, Aengus retired to an isolated hermitage 
where he practiced severe mortifications. These, in turn, began to 
attract all manner of people to his “desert”. So, one night, he simply 
disappeared. Knocking at the door of the great monastery of Tallaght in 
Dublin, he asked to be admitted as a servant – concealing both his name 
and renown. He was accepted by the abbot, St. Maelruain, and for seven 
years labored at the meanest chores about the monastery, none suspecting
 his true identity. 
One day as he worked in the barn, a little boy who did not know his lesson, and was playing truant from the monastery school sought shelter in the granary. Aengus befriended him, and by the time the lad left the barn yard he knew his lesson perfectly. The fact came to the attention of Abbot Maelruain, who divined that his chore-boy was the missing great teacher Aengus. Relieved of his menial work, Aengus went on to write the metrical hymn known as the Félire Óengusso or The Martyrology of Oengus the Culdee.
After the death of St. Maelruain, he returned to Clonenagh where he appears to have been made abbot and to have been raised to episcopal dignity.
As he felt his end approaching, he withdrew again to solitude where he finished his Félire, and perhaps other works now lost. The exact date of his death is not known but it is thought that he lived to a great age.
 Desiring
 to abandon the world entirely, Aengus retired to an isolated hermitage 
where he practiced severe mortifications. These, in turn, began to 
attract all manner of people to his “desert”. So, one night, he simply 
disappeared. Knocking at the door of the great monastery of Tallaght in 
Dublin, he asked to be admitted as a servant – concealing both his name 
and renown. He was accepted by the abbot, St. Maelruain, and for seven 
years labored at the meanest chores about the monastery, none suspecting
 his true identity.
Desiring
 to abandon the world entirely, Aengus retired to an isolated hermitage 
where he practiced severe mortifications. These, in turn, began to 
attract all manner of people to his “desert”. So, one night, he simply 
disappeared. Knocking at the door of the great monastery of Tallaght in 
Dublin, he asked to be admitted as a servant – concealing both his name 
and renown. He was accepted by the abbot, St. Maelruain, and for seven 
years labored at the meanest chores about the monastery, none suspecting
 his true identity. One day as he worked in the barn, a little boy who did not know his lesson, and was playing truant from the monastery school sought shelter in the granary. Aengus befriended him, and by the time the lad left the barn yard he knew his lesson perfectly. The fact came to the attention of Abbot Maelruain, who divined that his chore-boy was the missing great teacher Aengus. Relieved of his menial work, Aengus went on to write the metrical hymn known as the Félire Óengusso or The Martyrology of Oengus the Culdee.
After the death of St. Maelruain, he returned to Clonenagh where he appears to have been made abbot and to have been raised to episcopal dignity.
As he felt his end approaching, he withdrew again to solitude where he finished his Félire, and perhaps other works now lost. The exact date of his death is not known but it is thought that he lived to a great age.
 
 
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