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"Ah, you are a shrewd child," said Lord Clare, laughing, "but you forget that you have kissed the Blarney Stone, and need not fear even a hungry lord-lieutenant. Come at the time I set." "And keep up good courage," whispered Fanny.
It was, indeed, a “great day for Ireland” when the villains got loose; and must have been a strong lesson on the score of domestic duty to many a roving blade, who preferred spending that evening at home, to venturing out after dark. My lord covered himself with laurels, and albeit they were gathered, as Lord Wellesley said, in the “Groves of Blarney,” they well became the brow they ornamented.
"Let me see," she responded thoughtfully; "the list is not a long one. Limerick and Carrickmacross for lace, Shandon for the bells, Blarney and Donnybrook for the stone and the fair, Kilkenny for the cats, and Balbriggan for the stockings."
Many a fellow has chipped away at that stone while he chatted with his girl I suppose that is where the blarney comes in, and left his name or initials for a sacred memory. There are dull old Russian hieroglyphs there likewise. Love is alike in all languages, you know. The truth about the stone is merely this: it is a big soft stone by the sea, and of just the right height to rest a weary pilgrim.
He was just six feet high, Had a cast in his eye, And an illigint brogue, an illigint brogue! 'He was born in Killarney, And reared up in blarney "Arrah, don't be looking miserable and dissolute that way. Sure, I'm only screwing myself up for you; besides, you can print the song av you like. It's a sweet tune, 'Teddy, you Gander," "Really, Mr. Free, I see no prospect of our ever getting done."
She must, I'll bet a hundred dollars, have taken our tidy little Wave for the Admiral's tender that was lying in Morant Bay." "Blarney," thought I; "tidy as your little Wave is, she won't deceive old Dick he is not the man to take a herring for a horse; she must be making signals to some man of war in sight." "A strange sail right a head," sung out three men from forward all at once.
I could give scores of such instances of wilful destruction of property for the purpose of obtaining a reduction. Here is one. A tenant near Blarney, in County Cork, was seen to be ploughing up a valuable water meadow.
'Halt, deliver, must and shall, can't and sha' n't, do as I bid you, or go to the devil! That's all Fighting Attie's palaver; and, 'Sdeath, it has a wonderful way of coming to the point! A famous cull is my friend Attie, an old soldier, has seen the world, and knows what is what; has lots of gumption, and devil a bit of blarney.
The bride was beautiful, the bride was "tall," and not yet, they say, out of her teens. She was dressed in white satin and silver cloth, Irish lace and orange blossoms, and wore no jewels. None but invited eyes were allowed to look at the grand ceremony which made the fair bride and the lord of Blarney castle one.
When the frame was at last complete, the weary men retired to a convenient distance to look it over; and then they emphasized their approval of the structure by three rousing cheers. "Be gorry, Jim, ye must make us a spache," said Mike Conlin. "Ye've plenty iv blarney; now out wid it." But Jim was sober. He was awed by the magnitude of his enterprise. There was the building in open outline.
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