Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1

[90] made us laugh, and laughed herself. They were saying that American lard was quite superseding whale oil. “Yes,” said she, “and in consequence, the whale cannot bear the sight of a pig.” Her little nephew made a real bull. He was showing me his rat trap, “and,” said he, “I shall kill the rat before I let him out, eh?” ...

Dublin, Tuesday. Went to the Repeal meeting at the Corn Exchange. It was held in a small room in the third or fourth story. “A shilling, sir,” said the man at the door to my husband.--“What!” replied he, “do ladies pay?” --“Not unless they'd like to become repealers.” We passed up — the gentlemen went on to the floor of the room — we went to the ladies' gallery, a close confined place at one end — we were early, and had good seats, for a time at least — we separated, not anticipating the trouble we should have in finding each other again — for the ladies, comprising orangewomen, washerwomen, and I fear, all manner of women, poured in, without much regard to order, decency, and the rights of prior possession — and when O'Connell came in, which was in about three quarters of an hour, they pressed, and pushed, and squeezed, and scolded, as only Irishwomen can do.... The current of female patriotism bore down upon me in a most painful manner — a sort of triangular pressure seemed applied to my poor body which threatened to destroy, not only my centre of gravity, but my very personal identity. I was obliged, I regret to say, to defend myself as I have sometimes done in a quadrille or waltzing circle in New York — I was forced to push in my turn, though as moderately as I could. This was not