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HOW I BECAME A YEOMAN.

HOW I BECAME A YEOMAN.

my accursed fate to love, and to love in vain. Ido not know whether it was the eye or the instep, the form or the voice of Edith Bogle, which first drew my attention, and finally la.ainated my regards, us I beheld her swimming swan-like down the Assembly
September 26, 1846 - Meath Herald and Cavan Advertiser - Kells, Meath, Republic of Ireland
 
SUPERIOR IRISH MANUFACTURE.

SUPERIOR IRISH MANUFACTURE.

so handsome !’ Ladies do not generally express their sentiments of gentlemen Bo freely. Edith,’ her father reprovingly remarked. they not ? Why not ?’ demanded Edith, looking up with extended eyes in his face. Lord St. Clare could not well answer the question
April 1, 1843 - Warder and Dublin Weekly Mail - Dublin, Dublin, Republic of Ireland
 
Koeik-lTesS •! IrrtaM I'wlww Necwws Campwwf.

Koeik-lTesS •! IrrtaM I'wlww Necwws Campwwf.

be done Would the regular* have behaved thus?" cried Edith, with increased animation. Would thru have insulted a woman? Never. Beguue, sir—l afraid 1 have been mistaken you"— .... . ray honour, Edith !- Mis* Bugle, mean—yon me gross injustice ! did not
September 25, 1846 - Londonderry Standard - Londonderry, Londonderry, Northern Ireland
 
THL KINO,

THL KINO,

! It was my accursed fate to love, ami love vain not know whether it was the eye or the instep, the form or the voice, of Edith Bogle, which drew attention, and finally fascinated regards beheld her swimming swan-like down the Assembly Rooms the last
September 26, 1846 - Northern Standard - Monaghan, Monaghan, Republic of Ireland
 
THE XEWRY TELEGRAPH, FEBRUARY 27, 18i9.

THE XEWRY TELEGRAPH, FEBRUARY 27, 18i9.

Hoor. Since I wrote to you,” whispered Aylmer, “dear Edith has been much worse She had a fever, and fear her senses are still a little affected it. Heaven semi the worst past!” Where I?” exclaimed Edith, littl? wildly. Surely this is home; but then it may
February 27, 1849 - Newry Telegraph - Newry, Down, Northern Ireland
 
THE NEWRY TELEGRAPH, NOVEMBER 21, 1844

THE NEWRY TELEGRAPH, NOVEMBER 21, 1844

amid the exhilarating buoyancy their own hearts, they remembered Edith’s had grief! The ten minutes she had passed alone, the hurtle of uncasing and admiring, were profitable to her. Edith had poured out full heart, and “ found strength iu time of need;”
November 21, 1844 - Newry Telegraph - Newry, Down, Northern Ireland
 
THE NEWRY EXAMINER AND LOUTH ADVERTISER.—DUNDALK, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28,

THE NEWRY EXAMINER AND LOUTH ADVERTISER.—DUNDALK, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28,

be it} he met traitor’s reward,* * Mention not, mention not, father/ cried Edith, hiding her face in her hands, as though some horrible sight was before her eyes. * And yet, Edith/ answered Sir Guy, * question whether thou coulcUt have wished mailed traitor
November 28, 1846 - Newry Examiner and Louth Advertiser - Newry, Down, Northern Ireland
 
train of emotion* it would once hwe etutcd, or rather these emotion* had conquered her. The thought that she •hwrid

train of emotion* it would once hwe etutcd, or rather these emotion* had conquered her. The thought that she •hwrid

Btdaile. - ' Wrong again,' aaid Edith, atill more faintly, her vote* sinking at she proceeded, ' it ia Wedneaday, the fourth of July.' Than burst ttaa full troth open Chariot. It waa lb* anniversary of hit parting from Edith and of bit marriago. what a wreck
August 4, 1849 - Ulster General Advertiser, Herald of Business and General Information - Belfast, Antrim, Northern Ireland
 
flowed out from beneath the crimson network which

flowed out from beneath the crimson network which

Writer to the Signet. One fairy form was the sole subject my dreams, and next morning I awoke the conviction, that without Edith Bogle earth would wilderness, and even the bowers Paradise damp, chilly, and uncomfortable. There is in looking hack upon period
September 28, 1846 - Belfast Commercial Chronicle - Belfast, Antrim, Northern Ireland
 
MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.

MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK.

like dying Monarch amid his train, he sunk in subdued effulgence, leaving the blessed West bathed in a flood of molten gold. Edith, half forgetful of his loss in the magnificence of his obsequies, gazed long upon the sea of glory amid which, like Islands
October 17, 1840 - Newry Telegraph - Newry, Down, Northern Ireland