Father Butler, and the Lough Dearg Pilgrim

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T. K. & P. G. Collins, 1839 - Irish fiction - 201 pages
 

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Page 130 - Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
Page 131 - And one of the elders answered, saying unto me, What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they? And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
Page 131 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 105 - The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous are taken away from the evil to come.
Page 109 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 168 - When I commenced my station, I started from what is called the " beds," and God help St. Patrick if he lay upon them : they are sharp stones placed circularly in the earth, with the spike ends of them up, one circle within another ; and the manner in which the pilgrim gets as far as the innermost, resembles precisely that in which school-boys enter the walls of Troy upon their slates. I moved away from these upon the sharp stones with which the whole island is surfaced, keeping the...
Page 172 - There is not on earth, with the exception of pagan rites, — and it is melancholy to be compelled to compare any institution of the Christian religion with a Juggernaut, — there is not on earth, I say, a regulation of a religious nature, more barbarous and inhuman than this. It has destroyed thousands since its establishment — has left children without parents, and parents childless. It has made wives widows, and torn from the disconsolate husband the mother of his children ; and is itself the...
Page 131 - Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple : and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters : and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Page 175 - Oh, Romanism ! Romanism ! the blood of millions is upon you — you have your popes, your priests, your friars, your nuns, your monks, your hermits, your hair, your teeth, your nails, your garments, your blessed buttons, your rotten bones, your bits of wood, your gold, your ivory, your pictures, your scapulars, your cords, your candles, your ashes, your salt, your water, your charms, your exorcisms, your wafers, your masses, your penance, your indulgences, your fasts, your feasts, your jubilees,...
Page 168 - Out of hell the place is matchless, and if there le a purgatory in the other world, it may very well be said there is a fair rehearsal of it in the county of Donegal in Ireland ! When I commenced my station, I started from what is called the " Beds,

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