Identifier: irishliterature04read (find matches)
Title: The cabinet of Irish literature; selections from the works of the chief poet, orators, and prose writers of Ireland
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Read, Charles A. (Charles Anderson), 1841-1878 Tynan, Katharine, 1861-1931 O'Connor, T. P. (Thomas Power), 1848-1929
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Publisher: London : The Gresham Publishing Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ftis given by kind permission of Mr. Mooreand his publishers, Messrs. Hutchinson &Co.) SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDL (from the fatal gift.) The Park was not so greatly crowded whenthe sisteis left Lord Harringtons house withLord Blantyre to return to Westminster. Itwas Maria who had been thoughtful enoughto suggest sending away the Duke of Hamil-tons carriage. She was sure, she said, thatLord Blantyre would be civil enough tobe their e.scort home, and her mother hadacquiesced: there was, she knew, always achance of a commotion taking place as theywalked in the Park, and if another were tooccur, the king could scarcely refuse herdaughters a military guard. But before the girls and their friend, LordBlantyre, had more than reached the BroadWalk, the cry had gone forth that the Hiber-nian beauties weie returning on foot fromthe Palace; and in a few minutes they weresurrounded by a greater number of admirersthan had ever assembled in the same place.The crowds were, however, respectful; the
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F. FRANKFORT MOORH From a Photograph by ELLIOTT d- IRV FRANK FRANKFORT MOORE. 281 Irish chairmen and porters had ceased tomake the protection of the ladies a questionof patriotism, and when their protectorsdisappeared the ladies ran no risk of beingmobbed. The respect shown to them uponthis occasion was very maiked. They walkedsteadily onwaid between the ranks of theonlookers, most of whom held their hats intheir hands. If we were actually princesses we couldntbe more respectfully tieated, said Betty. Oh, this is the hour of our greatest glory!cried Maiia, looking at Lord Blantyre. Before he could answer, theii way wasbailed by a tall man with a stoop, andcurious gray eyes that seemed to look be-yond the faces on which they were turned.He wore a coat of sober hue and the bandsof a clergyman. He stepped from the crowd at one side,and stood directly in the way of the girls,holding up his hand. Dear ladies, he cried, I am a messengerof the Lord sent to speak a word in your ears.You are c

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