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There is so much to be seen if one could but see it here, that Edward is in no hurry to be off.... At Lady Cork's the other night Blücher was expected. Loud Huzzas in the street at length announced him, the crowd gathered round the door, and in walked Lady Caroline Lamb in a foreign uniform! This I had from no less authentic and accurate a source than Dr. Holland, who was an eye-witness.
But I won't do it any more. And I'll go straight home every night and stay there. And I'll give up cigarettes if you say so, Eddie I'll cut 'em out from this minute on." Cork's air became judicial, proprietary, condemnatory, yet sympathetic. "A lady can smoke," he decided, slowly, "at times and places. Why? Because it's bein' a lady that helps her pull it off." "I'm going to quit.
There's nothing like opin-speakin'. Orth'ris, ye scutt, let me put me oi to that bottle, for my throat's as dhry as whin I thought I wud get a kiss from Annie Bragin. An' that's fourteen years gone! Eyah! Cork's own city an' the blue sky above ut an' the times that was the times that was!"
Vast was the amusement which it afforded to the Corkonians generally, and many were the encomiums which they passed on the dashing Irish-Americans and smart youths of Cork's own town who had accomplished so daring and clever a feat. Proportionally great was the irritation felt by the sprinkling of loyalists and by the paid servants of the crown in that quarter.
The corporal, he's an Englishman, and lives in a country where they've got snakes and reptiles; but it's hard on an Irish boy, dacently brought up within ten miles of Cork's own town, to be exposed to the like.
"From Dublin Bay to Cork's Sweet Cove, Old Ireland, you're my darling My darling, my darling, From Dublin Bay to Cork's Sweet Cove; Old Ireland, you're my darling." Michael sang with the others.
He looked up at the house; the windows were all shut, and the blinds were drawn down. He had half a mind to call again, but Mrs Cork's manner had been so offensive and repellent that he desisted. Presently the door opened, and Maria, the maid, came out to clean the doorsteps.
One must go first: alone, under the ground: and lie no more in her warm bed. How are you, Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven't seen you for a month of Sundays. Never better. How are all in Cork's own town? I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy. And how is Dick, the solid man?
I do not know that Lady Cork's reputation for beauty ever equaled that she had for wit, but when I knew her, at upward of ninety, she was really a very comely old woman. Her complexion was still curiously fine and fair, and there was great vivacity in her eyes and countenance, as well as wonderful liveliness in her manner.
If you look, Sir, into Lord Clarendon's account of Montrose's death, you will perceive that there is no probability of the book of his actions being composed by himself. I will consult Sir James Ware's book on Lord Totness's translation; and I will mention the Earl of Cork's Memoirs. Lord Leppington is the Earl of Monmouth, in whose article I have taken notice of his Romulus and Tarquin.
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