3:20 PM 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔..𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 "𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅" ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏,𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐: 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚.(𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔: 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒕𝒄.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ -xoxo pretty girl˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆.

Here's what you should do for someone with signs of heat stroke: Move the person out of the sun or heat to a cooler spot. Pour water over their skin and use anything available to fan them. Soak a towel in ice water and apply it to their skin. ... Apply ice or cold packs to their armpits or neck. Perhaps eat pretzels or crackers

The Cork Examiner, 1 May 1846 CORONER'S INQUEST—INHUMAN CONDUCT A SWEEP ROASTED ALIVE An inquest was held on Sunday, at Barrington's Hospital, on the body of Michael O'Brien, a chimney sweep aged eight years, who was burned to death in the flue of a chimney in Patrick-street, on Saturday evening, which he was forced to descend by his master, Michael Sullivan, although the chimney had been on fire since early in the afternoon. The body of the unfortunate creature presented an awful appearance, being literally roasted and mangled. We subjoin the evidence of the witnesses which will speak for itself— Thomas Costelloe, of Garryowen, labourer, deposed that he was in Mr. Mathew Ryan's house, in Patrick-street, on Saturday evening, where he saw two sweeps, Michael Sullivan (master) and Michael O'Brien (apprentice) aged eight years ; was present when Sullivan compelled the climbing boy to ascend the chimney ; shortly after being sent up, the boy cried out, he was burning, and Sullivan called him down ; Sullivan then brought the boy up to the top of the house, and directed him to go down through the chimney, which he did ; in about two hours after, witness saw Michael O'Brien taken out of the chimney dead ; deceased had objected to go down the chimney, upon which Sullivan seized him by the arms and forced him up stairs ; heard Mr. Ryan desire Sullivan not to send the boy up the chimney if there was any danger. Catherine Ryan, servant in the house, sworn—I heard Sullivan desire the little boy go up Mr. Ryan's chimney for the purpose of cleaning it ; in about 15 minutes after I heard the boy cry in the flue, and say he was burning ; he then came down the chimney, and Sullivan caught hold of him by the leg, and pulled him into the grate of the fire-place ; he beat the boy with a leather belt so severely, that the little fellow threw himself on his knees, and said I will go to the top of the house, and come down through the chimney ; I saw Sullivan seize him by the arm, and carry him up stairs to the top of the house ; the boy was subsequently taken out of the chimney dead. The jury returned the following verdict—“Michael O'Brien came to his death from the effects of heat and suffocation, in consequence of having been forced to descend a chimney in Mr. Ryan's house, Patrick-street by Michael Sullivan.” The monster who was the cause of the boy's death has absconded. —Limerick Chronicle. Submitted by dja

ᔆᵘᵐᵐᵉʳᵗⁱᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵈⁿᵉˢˢ ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ "ᵂʰʸ ʸᵃ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵇᵒⁱ?" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠʳʸ ᶜᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢ ˢᵃⁿᵈʸ; ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˣᵃˢ‧‧‧" ᴹᵉᵃⁿʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵒᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ᵛᵃᵘˡᵗ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ ⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵇ ᵃⁿ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵖᵉʳ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵃʸˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁱʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʰᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ‧‧‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢⁿᵘᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ᵛᵃᵘˡᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᔆᵉᵉᵐⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ‧ ᔆʷᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵘˢᵉˡʸ⸴ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗ ᵍʳⁱˡˡ‧ "ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ⸴ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒᵗ!" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ; ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵏʳᵃᵇᵇʸ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱᵉˢ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵖᵘˢʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ‧ ᴬˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ'ᵈ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵉᵗᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ⸴ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵘⁿˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ 'ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ' ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ; ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ˢʰᵃᵏʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‽" ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱˡˡ‧ "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁿ ᵒⁿ!" ᔆᵃⁱᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ?" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ!" "ᴵ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵃᵇᵇʸ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃⁱⁿᵗ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵈᵉᵈ‧ "ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᴵ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵘᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ; ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ!" "ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ‧ ᴱᵛᵉʳ‧" @ALYJACI

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ACCIDENTS AND OFFENCES September, 1857 ~ A very fine young man of the name of Patrick CROWLY, aged twenty-three years, and over six feet high, died suddenly from the effects of coup de soleil (sunburn) on the 21st ultimo at Keelaraheen, near the town of Dunmanway.