The Story of an Orange Lodge: A Chronicle of Dublin. Dedicated to the Orangemen of IrelandMcGlashan, 1864 - 215 страница |
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... nature , and the instability of human calculations , William Nassau , though born and bred in " loyalty , " and reared up , as it were , at the feet of Gamaliel , an Orangeman from his youth , had , from the time when mature reason ...
... nature , and the instability of human calculations , William Nassau , though born and bred in " loyalty , " and reared up , as it were , at the feet of Gamaliel , an Orangeman from his youth , had , from the time when mature reason ...
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... nature had no sympathies with Orangeism or its fol- lowers . But , sad and grievous as was young Elliott's defection from the Orange cause , there was another cir- cumstance connected with him with which the father was not yet ...
... nature had no sympathies with Orangeism or its fol- lowers . But , sad and grievous as was young Elliott's defection from the Orange cause , there was another cir- cumstance connected with him with which the father was not yet ...
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... nature ( especially of the female portion of it ) , that the efforts thus made to wean her affections from her lover only strengthened her in her attachment to him . Nor did our young friend , William Nassau , come off scatheless ; for ...
... nature ( especially of the female portion of it ) , that the efforts thus made to wean her affections from her lover only strengthened her in her attachment to him . Nor did our young friend , William Nassau , come off scatheless ; for ...
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... nature could bear no more , and Bob was hu- man- " Boy ! " he exclaimed , in a burst of wrath that was sublime in its intensity- " boy ! are you not aware that the water which now hisses , boils , and bubbles in that copper cauldron ...
... nature could bear no more , and Bob was hu- man- " Boy ! " he exclaimed , in a burst of wrath that was sublime in its intensity- " boy ! are you not aware that the water which now hisses , boils , and bubbles in that copper cauldron ...
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... nature . Her hair was almost raven - black , and she had a profusion of it , but she partially concealed it be- neath a coquettish little cap that would make the plainest face look positively handsome ; her features were regular , and ...
... nature . Her hair was almost raven - black , and she had a profusion of it , but she partially concealed it be- neath a coquettish little cap that would make the plainest face look positively handsome ; her features were regular , and ...
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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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Страница 142 - The glorious, pious and immortal memory of the great and good King William — not forgetting Oliver Cromwell, who assisted in redeeming us from Popery, slavery, arbitrary power, brass money and wooden shoes.
Страница 97 - I know thee not, old man : fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
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