The legions of the Wee Free were receding into the mists of Gaeldom.

The sacred Scriptures[…] called her a filthy Swine in reference to her Turpitudes. As a Jewel of Gold in a Swines Snout, so is a fair woman without discretion: a Dunghil for her Nastiness and Filthyness,

The cest of amplest power is given

We refreshed ourselves with a tin of mock-turtle soup and wine from the neighbouring pantry.