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Another prominent person by this name was the judge Sir Alexander Cockburn who was involved in the 'treason felony' trial of Michael Davitt (1870) and sentenced him to 15 years of penal servitude. He also handled the case of the Tichborne claimant, Arthur Orton in 1873-74, who was found guilty perjury; Justice Cockburn sentenced him, on February 28th 1874, to 14 years of penal servitude. |
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"Dimsey, wife of Davie Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning Street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How's that for a national press, eh, my brown son? How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?" (U12.234) |
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"- Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Drink that, citizen. - I will, says he, honourable person. - Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form. Ah! Owl! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click." (U12.238) |
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"And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy," (U12.244) |
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"a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth," (U13.244) |
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"and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law, and with him his lady wife, a dame of peerless lineage, fairest of her race." (U12.245) |
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"Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, and who was sitting up there in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk, blind to the world, only Bob Doran." (U12.249) |
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"-Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard" (U12.257) |
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"The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs. - Bi i dho husht, says he. - Who? says Joe." (U12.263) |
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"- Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark. O God, I've a pain laughing." (U12.267) |
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"Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats," (U12.280) |
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"cunning as the sons of deathless Leda." (U12.282) |
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"For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat." (U13.283) |
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"Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals. But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds" (U12.287) |
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"Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop." (U12.292) |