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Page 259 - Irish, which gives an expression to the eye, whatever be its colour, of inexpressible softness; their voices too, albeit the accent was provincial, were soft and musical, and their manners quiet and ladylike — yet, somehow, they stood immeasurably apart from her. I have already ventured on one illustration from the cookery, may I take another from the cellar ? How often in wines of the same vintage, of even the same cask, do we find one bottle whose bouquet is more aromatic, whose flavour is richer,...
Page 411 - Few are those events that are produced by vice and folly, that fire the heart with indignation, that do not also shake the sides with laughter. So when the two famous moralists of old beheld the sad spectacle of life, the one burst into laughter, the other melted into tears : they were each of them right, and equally right. . Si credas utrique Rea sunt hn mane Jle bile ludibriuni.
Page 171 - Patrick our order created, And called us the Monks of the Screw, Good rules he revealed to our abbot, To guide us in what we should do. But first he replenished his fountain With liquor the best in the sky, And he swore by the word of his saintship, That fountain should never run dry.
Page 171 - MONKS OF THE SCREW. When St. Patrick this order established, He called us the "Monks of the Screw;" Good rules he revealed to our Abbot To guide us in what we should do; But first he replenished our fountain With liquor the best in the sky; And he said, on the word of a saint, That the fountain should never run dry.