The Story of an Orange Lodge: A Chronicle of Dublin. Dedicated to the Orangemen of IrelandMcGlashan, 1864 - 215 страница |
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... girl , some few years his junior . This was Miss Lonergan , daughter of a widow , who owned the drapery establish ... girl of seventeen as could be met with in the city of Dublin , in a day's walk , and that is saying a great deal . She ...
... girl , some few years his junior . This was Miss Lonergan , daughter of a widow , who owned the drapery establish ... girl of seventeen as could be met with in the city of Dublin , in a day's walk , and that is saying a great deal . She ...
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... girl who had given him her whole heart - a pure and precious treasure he richly prized . Now , this was not one of your plain , matter - of - fact love affairs which ordinarily takes place , where the young people meet , and court each ...
... girl who had given him her whole heart - a pure and precious treasure he richly prized . Now , this was not one of your plain , matter - of - fact love affairs which ordinarily takes place , where the young people meet , and court each ...
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... girl , whose family was remarkable for its ascetic Romanism , and for its implacable hatred to Pro- testantism , each of them obstinately in love with the other . The Widow Lonergan , it was well known , would never permit her daughter ...
... girl , whose family was remarkable for its ascetic Romanism , and for its implacable hatred to Pro- testantism , each of them obstinately in love with the other . The Widow Lonergan , it was well known , would never permit her daughter ...
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... girl beside him as one could well fancy the young fellow has got a sweet tooth . " " Why , that's the handsome Miss Lonergan , " re- marked another ; " her father left her a very good for- tune , and lots of young fellows are aspiring ...
... girl beside him as one could well fancy the young fellow has got a sweet tooth . " " Why , that's the handsome Miss Lonergan , " re- marked another ; " her father left her a very good for- tune , and lots of young fellows are aspiring ...
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... girl look very like lovers . The fact is , I have met them so frequently of late in my neighbour- hood , when they always appeared on such familiar terms , that I looked upon them as near relations . " " Heavens and earth ! " exclaimed ...
... girl look very like lovers . The fact is , I have met them so frequently of late in my neighbour- hood , when they always appeared on such familiar terms , that I looked upon them as near relations . " " Heavens and earth ! " exclaimed ...
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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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