Irish Monthly Magazine, 35. köide1907 |
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... present , 2. ST . JOSEPH'S ANTHOLOGY . Praise . 2/6 Poems in his 3. ST . JOSEPH OF JESUS AND MARY . Priedieu Papers in his Praise . 2/6 4. IDYLS OF KILLOWEN : A Soggarth's Secular Verses . 2 / - net . 5. VESPERS AND COMPLINE : A ...
... present , 2. ST . JOSEPH'S ANTHOLOGY . Praise . 2/6 Poems in his 3. ST . JOSEPH OF JESUS AND MARY . Priedieu Papers in his Praise . 2/6 4. IDYLS OF KILLOWEN : A Soggarth's Secular Verses . 2 / - net . 5. VESPERS AND COMPLINE : A ...
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... the one decade , which heertofore she would have thought it almost a sin to omit . Attendance a daily Mass had long since been given up . She was now too tired to L get up in the mornings in time to be present LILLIE'S LAPSE 35.
... the one decade , which heertofore she would have thought it almost a sin to omit . Attendance a daily Mass had long since been given up . She was now too tired to L get up in the mornings in time to be present LILLIE'S LAPSE 35.
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get up in the mornings in time to be present at the Holy Sacrifice . But she was most careful to be at the door of the office punctually as the clock was striking . II . " Where shall we go this evening , Lillie ? " It was a Sunday ...
get up in the mornings in time to be present at the Holy Sacrifice . But she was most careful to be at the door of the office punctually as the clock was striking . II . " Where shall we go this evening , Lillie ? " It was a Sunday ...
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... present , for now the hymn ceased , the children knelt round the altar , and there was a pause until the priest had placed the King on His golden throne , high up among the twinkling lights and the glowing flowers . Then came the O ...
... present , for now the hymn ceased , the children knelt round the altar , and there was a pause until the priest had placed the King on His golden throne , high up among the twinkling lights and the glowing flowers . Then came the O ...
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... present . It will not be the last . We , Catholics of Ireland , do not take half enough interest in the troubles of the Church in France . This is partly the fault of the newspapers . Foreign news especially , for the most part , comes ...
... present . It will not be the last . We , Catholics of Ireland , do not take half enough interest in the troubles of the Church in France . This is partly the fault of the newspapers . Foreign news especially , for the most part , comes ...
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