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Air-balloon of Mongolfier Arts of weaving and spinning Arkwright's cotton mills Invention of letters, figures and crotchets Mrs. Delany's paper-garden Mechanism of a watch, and design for its case Time, hours, moments Transformation of Nebuchadnazer St. Anthony preaching to fish Sorceress Miss Crew's drawing Song to May Frost scene Discovery of the bark Moses striking the rock Dropsy Mr.
If the man you speak of had either a mind or a body worth a farthing, they would have worn him out long ago." An incidental notice of the state of Irish trade at that date is afforded in a letter of Mrs. Delany's to a friend in England: "They make mighty good gloves here, but I shall not be able to send you any: they are prohibited." Mrs.
Under Harry Delany's tree a company of fishermen were waiting with a letter. It was from their mates at Kinsale. They could not be at home that day, but their hearts were there. Every boat would fly her flag at the masthead, and at twelve o'clock noon every Manx fisherman on Irish waters would raise a cheer.
Air in the cells of plants, its various uses How Mr. Day probably lost his life in his diving-ship Air-bladders of fish Star-gelly is voided by Herons Intoxicating mushrooms Mushrooms grow without light, and approach to animal nature Seeds of Tillandsia fly on long threads, like spiders on the gossamer Account of cotton mills Invention of letters, figures, crotchets Mrs. Delany's and Mrs.
Delany's Memoirs a book after her own heart, but ever and anon her eyes rested on Benella's pale face. Nothing could have been more doggedly conscientious and assiduous than our attentions to the Derelict. She had beef juice at Kildare, malted milk at Ballybrophy, tea at Dundrum; nevertheless, as we approached Limerick Junction we were obliged to hold a consultation.
The clock now struck the hour of nine, the warning chime for which had startled me. "Is there anything more than that?" Miss Metford asked with some impatience. I thought for a moment. Unless my own senses had deceived me that evening in Brande's house, I ran a great risk of sharing George Delany's fate if I remained where I was much longer.
The Irish ladies of Delany's day, who scarcely ever appeared on foot in the streets, were famous for their grace in dancing, it seems, as the men were for their skill in swimming. The hospitality of the upper classes was profuse, and by no means lacking in brilliancy or in grace.
He said, he was a feebleminded man; that, on the publication of Dr. Delany's Remarks on his book, he was so much alarmed that he was afraid to read them. Dr. Johnson comforted him, by telling him they were both in the right; that Delany had seen most of the good side of Swift, Lord Orrery most of the bad.
Hogan, for his own reasons, had meanwhile reached an independent conclusion as to how he could circumvent Delany's contemplated treachery. If, he decided, the cop should go back on his identification of the criminal he foresaw Tony's discharge in the magistrate's court, and no more money.
Delany's account of the matter, the bride must already have had time for repentance. Even grief, the specialist in the study of the passions knew, might loosen the purse strings, and accordingly she took the liberty to condole with Col. Stanley upon the loss of his wife while entreating his favor for "The Masqueraders."
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