Arthur O'Leary, his wanderings and ponderings in many lands; his wanderings and ponderings in many lands
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ... few faint glimmering lights could be seen here and there, from an upper window, but all the rest was in darkness. Instinctively, I wandered on, till I came to the little street where my aunt...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ... few faint glimmering lights could be seen here and there, from an upper window, but all the rest was in darkness. Instinctively, I wandered on, till I came to the little street where my aunt had lived. I knew every stone in it. There was not a house I passed, but I was familiar with all its history. There was Mark Cassidy's provision store, as he proudly called a long dark room, the ceiling thickly studded with hams and bacon, coils of rope, candles, flakes of glue, and loaves of sugar; while a narrow pathway was ekcd out below, between a sugar-hogshead, some sacks of flour and poml?5, hemp-seed, tar, and trcacle, interspersed with scythe-blades, reaping-hooks, and sweeping-brushes--a great coffee-roaster adorning the wall, and forming a conspicuous object for the wonderment of the country people, who never could satisfy themselves whether it was a new-fashioned clock, or a weather-glass, or a little threshing-machine, or a money-box. Next door was Maurice Fitzgerald's, the apothecary, a cosy little cell of eight feet by six, where there was just space left for a long practised individual to grind with a pestle, without putting his right elbow through a blue glass bottle that figured in the front window, or his left into active intercourse with a regiment of tinctures that stood up, brown, and muddy, and foetid, on a shelf hard-by. Then came Joe M'Evoy's, 'licensed for spirits and enthertainment,' where I had often stood as a boy to listen to the pleasant sounds of Larry Branaghan's pipes, or to the agreeable ditties of 'Adieu, ye shinin' daisies, I loved you well and long,' as sung by him, with an accompaniment. Then there was Mister Moriarty's the attorney, a great man in the petty session...
| Publisher | RareBooksClub.com |
| Binding | Paperback (61 editions) |
| Reading Level | Uncategorized
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| # of Pages | 90 |
| ISBN-10 | 1236164989 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-1236164988 |
| Publication Date | 05/18/2012 |
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