The Story of an Orange Lodge: A Chronicle of Dublin. Dedicated to the Orangemen of IrelandMcGlashan, 1864 - 215 страница |
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... at once of wonder and speculation to the beholder , decorated its front - a hideous , ungainly monster , whose sinister countenance seemed to scowl at B you in fiendish triumph as you passed , while his THE STORY OF AN ORANGE LODGE: ...
... at once of wonder and speculation to the beholder , decorated its front - a hideous , ungainly monster , whose sinister countenance seemed to scowl at B you in fiendish triumph as you passed , while his THE STORY OF AN ORANGE LODGE: ...
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... passed , while his head ( when the wind blew ) has been known to turn and look down the street , as if in search of a victim to mark him for his own . In one hand he brandished a gleaming scimitar , and in the other he held forth a ...
... passed , while his head ( when the wind blew ) has been known to turn and look down the street , as if in search of a victim to mark him for his own . In one hand he brandished a gleaming scimitar , and in the other he held forth a ...
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... passed many years of his life . And now his son , William Nassau , for such for shortness he used now to be called , approached man's estate , and the time drew near when all the father's fond expectations should be realized , and his ...
... passed many years of his life . And now his son , William Nassau , for such for shortness he used now to be called , approached man's estate , and the time drew near when all the father's fond expectations should be realized , and his ...
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... my heart , Sir , " returned the son , filling the glasses , and handing them round . Bob Coates now rose with dignity , and , nervously passing his hand across his mouth , proceeded with the THE STORY OF AN ORANGE LODGE . 39.
... my heart , Sir , " returned the son , filling the glasses , and handing them round . Bob Coates now rose with dignity , and , nervously passing his hand across his mouth , proceeded with the THE STORY OF AN ORANGE LODGE . 39.
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... passing his hand across his mouth , proceeded with the toast in question . " I give you , " said he , " THE GLORIOUS , PIOUS , AND IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE GREAT AND GOOD KING WIL- LIAM , WHO SAVED US FROM POPERY , SLAVERY , KNAVERY ...
... passing his hand across his mouth , proceeded with the toast in question . " I give you , " said he , " THE GLORIOUS , PIOUS , AND IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE GREAT AND GOOD KING WIL- LIAM , WHO SAVED US FROM POPERY , SLAVERY , KNAVERY ...
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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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