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"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! I told you it'd be the worse for you." And with that, out there bounced, from a cupboard that Andrew Coffey had never noticed before, a man. And the man was in a towering rage. But it wasn't that. And he carried as fine a blackthorn as you'd wish to crack a man's head with. But it wasn't that either.
Coffey also quotes O'Hartagain's poem, which seems to bear in Mr. MacRitchie's favour: "Behold the sidhe before your eyes: It is manifest to you that it is a king's mansion, Which was built by the firm Dagda; It was a wonder, a court, a wonderful hill." Trans. Roy. But certain of the expressions in this are evidently to be taken figuratively, since Mr.
"I will take the lads we picked up the other day; they are sharp fellows, especially one of them, and may be useful." Owen and Nat were summoned and ordered to get into the boat with the other men, among whom was Mike Coffey. Owen was well pleased to have been selected by Mr Leigh. "We shall be out of the way, too, of that midshipman Mr Ashurst," observed Nat.
It was louder this time, and it was nearer. And then what a thing to ask for! It was bad enough not to be let sit by the fire and dry oneself, without being bothered for a story. "ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY!! Tell me a story, or it'll be the worse for you." My poor grandfather was so dumbfounded that he could only stand and stare.
Eagerly he and his companions in misfortune looked out for the first streaks of dawn in the eastern horizon. They appeared at last, and a faint cheer burst from the seamen. "A sail! a sail!" cried Mike Coffey, an Irish seaman.
In the original Every island's but a prison. The song is by a Mr. Coffey, and is given in Ritson's English Songs , ii. 122. It begins: 'Welcome, welcome, brother debtor, To this poor but merry place, Where no bailiff, dun, nor setter, Dares to show his frightful face. See ante, iii. 269. He wrote to Mrs. Do you remember the song
And then he sat down to rest. He hadn't sat for a moment when he heard voices. "It's heavy he is, the vagabond." "Steady now, we'll rest when we get under the big tree yonder." Now that happened to be the tree under which Andrew Coffey was sitting. At least he thought so, for seeing a branch handy he swung himself up by it and was soon snugly hidden away. Better see than be seen, thought he.
The rain had stopped and the wind fallen. The night was blacker than ever, but Andrew Coffey could see four men, and they were carrying between them a long box. Under the tree they came, set the box down, opened it, and who should they bring out but Patrick Rooney. Never a word did he say, and he looked as pale as old snow.
Nat arrived, and escorted his family to Arlingford, where Owen had ordered a cottage, which had been vacant, to be got ready for their reception. Nat, who had had enough of the sea, was apprenticed to a carpenter employed on the estate, whose duties he ultimately was able to undertake. Mike Coffey continued in the service until he lost a leg, when he retired on a pension.
Taylor and Miss Erwin were appointed to formulate the purposes of the society which it was agreed to call the Morgantown Equal Suffrage Association. At the next meeting in Miss Erwin's home July 14 Miss Coffey acted as recording secretary and the organization was completed.
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