The Story of an Orange Lodge: A Chronicle of Dublin. Dedicated to the Orangemen of IrelandMcGlashan, 1864 - 215 страница |
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... Bob Coates , with horror depicted in his counte- nance . " The very man , " replied the other . " Why , he was the greatest rascal that ever escaped a halter , " returned Mr. Coates . " He was the prime leader of the Ribbonmen of ...
... Bob Coates , with horror depicted in his counte- nance . " The very man , " replied the other . " Why , he was the greatest rascal that ever escaped a halter , " returned Mr. Coates . " He was the prime leader of the Ribbonmen of ...
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... Bob Coates alludes to , I'm persuaded he was too sensible and industrious a man , and too much attached to his family , to have mixed himself up with them at all . " " All deception , my dear fellow - all deception , " re- joined Coates ...
... Bob Coates alludes to , I'm persuaded he was too sensible and industrious a man , and too much attached to his family , to have mixed himself up with them at all . " " All deception , my dear fellow - all deception , " re- joined Coates ...
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... Robert Coates , who was not remarkable for the purity of his English , " you must write at once to the mother of this young famale , and acquaint her with the entire busi- Tell her to call off her daughter at once , as you'll never ...
... Robert Coates , who was not remarkable for the purity of his English , " you must write at once to the mother of this young famale , and acquaint her with the entire busi- Tell her to call off her daughter at once , as you'll never ...
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... Coates was discomposed at the prospect of young Elliott's intermarriage with the daughter of old Nicholas Lonergan , and we now give the reason . Bob Coates had an only daughter , whom , in the depth of his paternal love , he believed ...
... Coates was discomposed at the prospect of young Elliott's intermarriage with the daughter of old Nicholas Lonergan , and we now give the reason . Bob Coates had an only daughter , whom , in the depth of his paternal love , he believed ...
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... Bob Coates , who hopped and twittered about with nervous anxiety as he became possessed of each piece of intelli- gence , and displayed all the activity of a tom - tit in dis- covering the plans and secrets of the lovers , and endea ...
... Bob Coates , who hopped and twittered about with nervous anxiety as he became possessed of each piece of intelli- gence , and displayed all the activity of a tom - tit in dis- covering the plans and secrets of the lovers , and endea ...
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Alderman Elliott amongst asked Barber Surgeons bigot bless Bob Coates Boyne Boyne water Bravo brethren Brother Catherine cause character Christian Church Coates's companions continued Elliott Crawley daughter David Elliott dear delight Dempsey Doctor O'Flynn drink Dublin exclaimed eyes fact Father O'Flynn feelings Flooker Gentlemen Grand Lodge Guild hand happy hear heart hero honour indulge Ireland Irish Jack Robinson Kate Kate Lonergan King Billy's cordial King William labour lillibulero look lovers loyal loyalty marriage means ment mother never night numbers O'Flaherty occasion old Coates old fellow once Orange Lodge Orangeman Papist party Protestantism Purple Arch religion religious remarks replied returned Coates returned the alderman reverence River Boyne Rody Roman Catholic Scarlet Banner seat sincere sion song soul there's thought tion toast Toby Jenkins Tom White true truth Whackimwell whole Widow Lonergan wife woman young Elliott young famale young fellow
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