The Story of an Orange Lodge: A Chronicle of Dublin. Dedicated to the Orangemen of IrelandMcGlashan, 1864 - 215 страница |
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... boxes , and looking as happy for the time as a newly - married couple during the first week of the honeymoon . That they were delighted with the performance need hardly be observed ; so deeply THE STORY OF AN ORANGE LODGE . 21.
... boxes , and looking as happy for the time as a newly - married couple during the first week of the honeymoon . That they were delighted with the performance need hardly be observed ; so deeply THE STORY OF AN ORANGE LODGE . 21.
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... happy faces round the table , eating and drinking and laughing by turns . " 66 Ha ! -nothing else ? " asked Coates , with a short laugh of fearful impart . " Why , to be sure , we might connect it with Watts and the steam - engine ...
... happy faces round the table , eating and drinking and laughing by turns . " 66 Ha ! -nothing else ? " asked Coates , with a short laugh of fearful impart . " Why , to be sure , we might connect it with Watts and the steam - engine ...
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... happy state of things was very great indeed . " Bill , my boy , I am proud of you , " said he , pressing his son's hand , while visibly affected ; " God bless you , my son , " and , by way of sub- duing his emotion , he raised his glass ...
... happy state of things was very great indeed . " Bill , my boy , I am proud of you , " said he , pressing his son's hand , while visibly affected ; " God bless you , my son , " and , by way of sub- duing his emotion , he raised his glass ...
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... happy one , —when his evenings , instead of being wasted as now in carousing and drunken revelry , were passed in a home like this , sanctified by the presence of that pure and loving wife , and gladdened by her smiles and converse ...
... happy one , —when his evenings , instead of being wasted as now in carousing and drunken revelry , were passed in a home like this , sanctified by the presence of that pure and loving wife , and gladdened by her smiles and converse ...
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... happy aspect of affairs , had determined to turn it to the most profitable account . " My dear young lady , " said the alderman , growing quite gallant on the occasion , " you must pardon my hasty remark , for I made it in complete ...
... happy aspect of affairs , had determined to turn it to the most profitable account . " My dear young lady , " said the alderman , growing quite gallant on the occasion , " you must pardon my hasty remark , for I made it in complete ...
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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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