The “terrible trippers” of the English midlands, as I once heard an old verger in a northern Cathedral call them, who chip off relics from monuments, pull up flowers by the roots, and scatter sandwich papers and empty gingerbeer bottles broadcast over well-rolled lawns, are not known, Lord Ernest tells me, in this island.
— from Ireland Under Coercion: The Diary of an American (1 of 2) (2nd ed.) (1888) by William Henry Hurlbert
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