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Admiral Brown, the distinguished commander and hero of the War of Independence, whose exploits may be ranked, like those of Nelson, "above all Greek, above all Roman fame," was born at Foxford, Co. Mayo, Ireland, on the 22nd of June, 1777. His father emigrated with his family to Pennsylvania.
"Where do you sing?" he asked abruptly. "At St. Bartholomew's Church, Foxford." "Did you come down expressly to see me about this?" "Yes, sir," answered Doodles. "How did you know I was here?" "I didn't." A smile overspread the small face. "I waited at your office until" he hesitated an instant "I thought I would find you after I had had a lunch." "Get hungry?" "Oh, no, sir!" Mr.
"There was Con Heffernan, and a man they call Lax, who had come from Lough Conn beyond Castlebar." "He's not a man of this county." "I think not, though I had seen him here before. He has had something to do with the Landleaguers up about Foxford." "I think I have a speaking acquaintance with that Mr.
The prisoner was surrendered in due form to his diocesan, and was brought to trial on the 4th of February; a series of articles being alleged against him by Foxford, the bishop's vicar-general. The articles were of the usual kind. The prisoner was accused of having used unorthodox expressions on transubstantiation, on purgatory, pilgrimages, and confession.
The president of the Paper Company put out a feeble hand. "Thank you, Doodles!" he smiled. "I suppose you came all the way from Foxford just to sing for me!" "Oh, that isn't anything!" said the boy lightly. "I am glad to do it, Mr. Randolph. I do hope you will get better!" "I am better now! You have done me good, Doodles!" "I'm so glad! May I come again?" eagerly.
She runs over any blessed minute she wants to." "And she brings her friends with her," added Miss Castlevaine, "David Collins and his greataunt's daughter, Leonora Jocelyn, Patricia Illingworth, and Chris Morrow, and that girl they call Lilith, besides the Stickney boys up in Foxford huh!" "She must be pretty bold, when it's against the rule," observed Miss Mullaly. "No," dissented Mrs.
He had to go to the music store and have something done to his violin he said it wouldn't take more than three minutes. He's going to catch up with us farther along; he can take a short cut across from Columbia Street. Think of him and Blue coming clear down from Foxford just to go to walk with us!" "It looks as if they wanted to come." Polly laughed.
"I like it too well; but I've seen so many of my projects burst into nothing all in a minute that I've been trying lately to content myself with everyday happenings." "I'm sorry you've had so much trouble, Miss Nita," said Polly plaintively. The little woman smiled. "I ought not to have said that. I'm better, you know! How are we to get up to Foxford?" "Oh, in automobiles! Didn't I tell you?
Afterwards came more carols, until Blue and Doodles had to hurry away lest they miss the last car to Foxford. The all-day guests began to put on their wraps, word was sent to bring up the car, and all was bustle and happy words and Merry Christmases in abundance.
And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole wide world.
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