Paddiana: Or, Scraps and Sketches of Irish Life, Present and Past, Volume 1

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Page 10 - ... but they were too hungry to think of gratifying their propensities that way, and the quarrels were disposed of summarily. But towards the close of the day, when they were more at leisure and had time to look about them, a cause of quarrel was discovered between two rival factions ; whether Connaught and Munster, or Connaught and Leinster, I forget, but it was quite enough of a quarrel to produce a fight. It commenced with talk, then came a hustling in the centre, then the sticks began to rise...
Page 171 - We tread the land that bore us, Her green flag glitters o'er us, The friends we've tried Are by our side, And the foe we hate before us.
Page 309 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Page 219 - An Irishman may be called par excellence the bone-breaker amongst men, the homo ossifragus of the human family; and in the indulgence of this their natural propensity there is a total and systematic disregard of fair play : there is no such thing known whether at a race ur a fight.
Page 221 - Painfully ludicrous to see a man rush from a tent, flourishing his stick, dancing about, and screaming " High for Cloney!" He is speedily accommodated with a man who objects to the exaltation of Cloney, and pronounces a "High'
Page 98 - don't alarm the town ; what would folks say, and see ye stuck in yer own windy? Faith, ye must be swelled with the bad sperrits ye tuck ; sure Cronin's sperrits never did that for ye. Betther for ye,' says he, ' to marry your daughter to an honest boy that does ye no harm,' says he, ' than an ould spalpeen that blows ye out like a cow in clover.
Page 11 - ... tiller, and getting over the side contrived to crawl by the chains till he reached the shrouds, and so escaped aloft. At the time the row broke out the vessel was lying her course with the wind a point or two free. When the man left the helm she came of course head to wind, and the mainsail jibbing swept the boom across the deck, flooring every body abaft the mast. Hardly were they on their legs again before the boom came back with still greater force, and swept them down in the opposite direction....
Page 92 - When I courted a lass that was froward and shy, I stuck to her stuff till I made her comply. I took her so lovingly round the waist, And I smack'd her lips- and I held her fast. Oh ! these were the joys of our dancing days.
Page 93 - Between two large hunches, or tussucks, of the grey moss, there peered forth the good-humoured face of a man about thirty, lying flat upon the bog, while the moss nearly meeting above his head, and coming down in a flowing, pear-like shape on either side of his face, gave him much the appearance of wearing a judge's wig, though the countenance showed nothing of the judge's gravity. — The first impulse of the shooter was to start up and seize his gun, the second to burst out into loud laughter —...

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