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Page 88
... murther nor mur- ther , unless it was a fox or a hare now and again : and sure I used to murther the hare sometimes , to put the poor thing out of pain ; but the rogue of a fox , I used to let him die of his fox , 88 MYSTERY ...
... murther nor mur- ther , unless it was a fox or a hare now and again : and sure I used to murther the hare sometimes , to put the poor thing out of pain ; but the rogue of a fox , I used to let him die of his fox , 88 MYSTERY ...
Page 89
... Murther , murther , what will become of ! " " What have you done , sir , that you are so much afraid of returning to your native country ? Tell me instantly , or I will have you clapped in irons this mo- ment . You must know , sir ...
... Murther , murther , what will become of ! " " What have you done , sir , that you are so much afraid of returning to your native country ? Tell me instantly , or I will have you clapped in irons this mo- ment . You must know , sir ...
Page 190
... Murther ! murther ! master Frederick ! -Where are you ? " " What is the matter ? " cried Frede- rick , starting from his bed . 66 Oh , master Frederick , master Fre- derick dear , ' tis all over ! " " What ! he is not dead , is he ...
... Murther ! murther ! master Frederick ! -Where are you ? " " What is the matter ? " cried Frede- rick , starting from his bed . 66 Oh , master Frederick , master Fre- derick dear , ' tis all over ! " " What ! he is not dead , is he ...
Page 191
Martin M'Dermot. to call you . Oh , murther ! murther ! what will we do - what will we do ? " " Murder ! " exclaimed Frederick , " what do you mean , sir ? " " Mane ! arrah isn't it the murther of all murthers to see himself goin to ...
Martin M'Dermot. to call you . Oh , murther ! murther ! what will we do - what will we do ? " " Murder ! " exclaimed Frederick , " what do you mean , sir ? " " Mane ! arrah isn't it the murther of all murthers to see himself goin to ...
Page 214
... murther the sowl out of Jack , for telling me such a murthering lie . Well then , master Frederick , that you may never die till you are as ould as Jerusa- lem , for that same good news ; and so here I am , Dennis Hanlon , a Catholic ...
... murther the sowl out of Jack , for telling me such a murthering lie . Well then , master Frederick , that you may never die till you are as ould as Jerusa- lem , for that same good news ; and so here I am , Dennis Hanlon , a Catholic ...
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Page 65 - Music the fiercest grief can charm, And Fate's severest rage disarm ; Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confined the sound. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, Th...
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