Ireland […] was once the conqueſt of one ſingle Earl with his private forces, and the ſmall aſſiſtance of a petty Kerniſh Prince,
The bottle of Who-Hit-John was only a quarter full now and he was giving serious thought to taking another swallow of the stuff, as harsh as it might be on a man's system.
There is no connexion between the isle and county at large, as to their public rates, the inhabitants within the isle not contributing to the rates for that part of the county which is beyond the limits of the isle, nor such part of the county to the isle
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night,
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán's Turret in a Noose of light.
