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Page 33 - that that's the fashion at present among my tribe : sure all my brother puppies smoke now, and a man might as well be out of the world as out of the fashion, you know.
Page 201 - ... barking curs and the same number of shouting urchins, a pretty sharp touch of the spurs, as well as for complaining bitterly of the odour of the atmosphere. It is no landscape without figures ; and you might notice — if you are, as I suppose you to be, a man of observation — in every, sink as you pass along, a
Page 222 - ... to regulate the straightness of the lines and the forms of the letters. Others, again, of the more grown boys, are working their sums with becoming industry. In a dark corner are a pair of urchins thumping each other, their eyes steadily fixed on the master, lest he might happen to glance in that direction. Near the master himself are the larger boys, from twenty-two to fifteen — shaggy-headed slips, with loose-breasted shirts lying open about their bare chests ; ragged colts, with white, dry,...
Page 203 - You want to be idling your time looking at the gintleman, Phelim." " No, indeed, sir— iphfff ! " " Phelim, I know you of ould — go to your sate. I tell you, Phelim, you were born for the encouragement of the hemp manufacture, and you'll die promoting it." In the meantime, the master puts his head out of the door, his body stooped to a
Page 110 - O'Callaghan without a black eye in his head. He has lost his fore-teeth, however, a point in which, unfortunately, I, though his grandson, have a strong resemblance to him. The truth is, they were knocked out of him in rows, before he had reached his thirty-fifth year— a circumstance which the kind reader will be pleased to receive in extenuation for the same defect in myself.
Page 110 - O'Callaghan, though a tall, erect man, with white flowing hair, like snow, that falls profusely about I his broad shoulders, is now in his eighty-third year ; an amazing age, considhering his former habits. His countenance is still marked with honesty and traces of hard fighting, and his cheeks ruddy and cudgel-worn ; his eyes, though not as black as they...
Page 184 - Ireland the coffin is borne on the shoulders, but this is more convenient and less distressing. When we got out upon the road the funeral was of great extent — for Kelly had been highly respected. On arriving at the merin which bounded the land he had owned, the coffin was laid down, and a loud and wailing keena took place over it.
Page 57 - Shane, avourneen, deelish, if ever I was harsh to you, forgive your poor mother, that will never see you more on her flure as one of her own family.
Page 4 - Ned," as she called him. And then you might see Ned between the two servants, a few paces in advance of Nancy, having very much the appearance of a man performing a pilgrimage to the gallows, or of a deserter guarded back to his barrack, in order to become a target for the musquets of his comrades.