Identifier: reallifeinirelan00lond (find matches)
Title: Real life in Ireland : or, The day and night scenes, rovings, rambles, and sprees, bulls, blunders, bodderation and blarney, of Brian Boru, esq., and his elegant friend Sir Shawn O'Dogherty ; exhibiting a real picture of characters, manners, etc., in high and low life in Dublin and various parts of Ireland, embellished with humorous coloured engravings, from original designs by the most eminent artists
Year: 1904 (1900s)
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Subjects: Horses Ireland -- Description and travel Ireland -- Social life and customs
Publisher: London : Methuen
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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cessary. Bravo,Gram ! said Sir Shawn, we cant go upon a forlornhope where you lead the way! Hope,said Gram,by St. Patrick! all will be life, hope, and rapture;ten cars were engaged this morning to bring the daisesfrom the Royal Canal, every one clean smock andblock; the Black Rock jingles are now jingling downTownsend Street with hundreds of black-faced clogs inwhite shirts and worsted hat-bands tied round theirright arms, stuffed with gilt paper shamrocks andwedding favours. Come along, boys, or we shall betoo late. The game is up, the sports begun,By Jasus ! twill be glorious fun. The procession on this memorable day was morethan commonly grand: if all Dublin was not there,the best part of it was. Townsend Chapel spliced thelovely pair; that is, the minister of it,—tis all thesame. In Ireland we have a snug little thing in acorner called the priests bottle, and after undergoingthe mighty fatiguing ceremony of a marriage, a dropof it sets the nerves straight, and bothers the senses
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^ fc) ?1 IS) ^ ^ 4 1 LIFE IN IRELAND 129 beyond all comparisJwient. Teague Slaughter loved amouthful^ Peg Levelway loved a small toothful^ andso did the priest; a drop was melted down into theleaden cup, and all round took a stifler. Had youseen the bride-maids with their bastard childer on theirbacks, you would have turned an honest man for joy,and got married without a whew!—Well, tis all over.A consummation devoutly to be wished had takenplace—och ! the Devil knows when, for Peg was sevenmonths gone before she went to chapel;—that wasnothing to nobody but God Almighty and themselves.Out they came in prime order jostling La Louettesriding school. (If you have not been there you shouldmake one; Counsellor Philips goes there to makespeeches upon the animal creation ; Sally MLeangoes there; so does all the three Mr. Wiggins, andthe Earl of Coat Laps.) Well, they doubled thecorner, bilked the market, shyed the college wall, andsteered down Moss-street. Here, said Sir Shawn, we 11

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