In a word, we may set down "The Manxman" as melodrama—melodrama at its best, but still melodrama.
"Peace, thou crazy loon," cried the Manxman, seizing him by the arm.
It is not the cultured Manxman, the Manxman that goes to the ends of the earth, that makes the Manx nation valuable to study.
Potatoes and herrings, Mr. Christian; just a Manxman's supper.
T' Manxman wouldn't have come by her end as she did if stout arms and good seamen could 'a' saved her.
I'm a Manxman myself, mate, and I've got a lil Manx woman that's waiting for me yonder.
That definition requires that the Manxman had no hand in naming Man.
Never was the name of Manxman so deservedly a badge of disgrace.
It was no merit in the eyes of the people that the new Bishop was himself a Manxman.
A good Manxman wrote to remonstrate with me for calling the book a "romance."