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Updated: July 26, 2025
I know you do. Well and good he's drawing gravel to make a new avenue early next week, so, Sheemus O'Shaughran, if you wish to have two friends in coort a great one and a little one' manin' myself, God pardon me, for the little one, your honor 'you will, says I 'early on next Monday mornin', send down a pair of horses and carts, and give him a week's duty work.
"On sich occasions as these," said "His Majesty," "we love to dhrop all coort cirimonial, an' lave behind all our bodygyards, an' nobles, an' barr'ns, an' chamberlains, an' thim fellers, an' come in to have a chat like a private gintleman." "Oh, 'Your Majesty!" said Mrs. Russell, in a languishing tone, "how very, very nice it must be!"
"There's a young man here wantin' to coort your mistress!" said Jock delicately. "Haivers!" said Meg, "hae ye killed another puir man?" "Na, na, he's honest this yin. It's the young man frae the manse. The auld carle o' a minister has turned him oot o' hoose an' hame, and he's gaun awa' to Enbra'. He says he maun see the young mistress afore he gangs but maybe ye ken better, Meg."
This is always th' first step to'rd securin' cold justice f'r th' rich. Ye're next ilicted a mimber iv nearly all th' ministers' assocyations, an' finally, in ordher that th' law may be enfoorced without regard to persons, an expert witness is hired f'r ye. "Th' thrile begins. Ye walk in with a quick, nervous sthride an' set th' watch be th' coort clock.
Well, there was great rejoicin' in the coort that the dhraggin was killed; and says the king to the little waiver, says he, 'You are a knight arriant as it is, and so it would be of no use for to knight you over agin; but I will make you a lord, says he. 'O Lord! says the waiver, thunder-struck like at his own good luck.
Swear Sweeny!" said Mr. Heraty, smoothing his long grey beard, with suddenly remembered judicial severity and looking menacingly over his spectacles at Sweeny. "Here, now! you don't want an interpreter! You that has a sisther married to a stationmaster and a brother in the Connaught Rangers!" "I have as good English as anny man in this coort," said Sweeny morosely. "Well, show it off man!
I had me pitcher took, I wint home an' hid in th' cellar. F'r wan night Fr-rance was safe. "They was hardly a dhry eye in th' house whin th' gin'ral paused. Th' coort wept. Th' aujience wept. Siv'ral of th' minor journalists was swept out iv th' room in th' flood. A man shovellin' coal in th' cellar sint up f'r an umbrella. Th' lawn shook with th' convulsive sobs iv th' former ministers.
He next puts it on the girl he loves best, who, after singing and going round in the same manner, puts it on another, and he on his sweetheart, and so on. This is called the White Cockade. When it's all over, that is, when every young man has pitched upon the girl that he wishes to be his sweetheart, they sit down, and sing songs, and coort, as they did at the marrying.
But before he could say any more, the lights were lowered again, and there was a hushing sound, and then the play proceeded. "Oh, isn't it grand?" John said to his neighbour when the trial scene was over. But his neighbour remained unmoved. "D'you mean to tell me," he said, "that man didn't know his wife when he saw her in the Coort?" "What man?" "That fellow what-you-may-call-him?
"Aye, an' she's a pleasant-looked un too," said Wiry Ben. "I'll stick up for the pretty women preachin'; I know they'd persuade me over a deal sooner nor th' ugly men. I shouldna wonder if I turn Methody afore the night's out, an' begin to coort the preacher, like Seth Bede." "Why, Seth's looking rether too high, I should think," said Mr. Casson.
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