Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume I
IN TWO VOLUMES VOL. I
Transcriber's Note : Two print editions have been used for this Project Gutenberg Edition of “Tom Burke of 'Ours'”: The Little Brown edition (Boston) of 1913 with illustrations by Phiz; and the Chapman and Hall editon (London) of 1853 with illustrations by Browne. Illegible and missing pages were found in both print editions.
TO MISS EDGEWORTH.
Madam,—This weak attempt to depict the military life of France, during the brief but glorious period of the Empire, I beg to dedicate to you. Had the scene of this, like that of my former books, been laid chiefly in Ireland, I should have felt too sensibly my own inferiority to venture on the presumption of such a step. As it is, I never was more conscious of the demerits of my volume than when inscribing it to you; but I cannot resist the temptation of being, even thus, associated with a name,—the first in my country's literature.
Another motive I will not conceal,—the ardent desire I have to assure you, that, amid the thousands you have made better, and wiser, and happier, by your writings, you cannot count one who feels more proudly the common tie of country with you, nor more sincerely admires your goodness and your genius, than
Your devoted and obedient servant,
CHARLES J. LEVER.
Temple-O, Nov. 25, 1848.
PREFATORY EPISTLE FROM MR. BURKE.
My dear O'Flaherty,—It seems that I am to be the “next devoured.” Well, be it so; my story, such as it is, you shall have. Only one condition would I bargain for,—that you seriously disabuse your readers of the notion that the life before them was one either of much pleasure or profit. I might moralize a little here about neglected opportunities and mistaken opinions; but, as I am about to present you with my narrative, the moral—if there be one—need not be anticipated.
I believe I have nothing else to premise, save that if my tale have little wit, it has some warning; and as Bob Lambert observed to the hangman who soaped the rope for his execution, “even that same 's a comfort.” If our friend Lorrequer, then, will as kindly facilitate my debut, I give him free liberty to “cut me down” when he likes, and am,
Charles James Lever
TOM BURKE OF “OURS.”
With Illustrations By Phiz. and Browne
PREFACE.
TOM BURKE OF “OURS.”
CHAPTER I. MYSELF.
CHAPTER II. DARBY THE “BLAST.”
CHAPTER III. THE DEPARTURE
CHAPTER IV. MY WANDERINGS.
CHAPTER V. THE CABIN.
CHAPTER VI. MY EDUCATION.
CHAPTER VII. KEVIN STREET.
CHAPTER VIII. NO. 39, AND ITS FREQUENTERS.
CHAPTER IX. THE FRENCHMAN'S STORY
CHAPTER X. THE CHURCHYARD
CHAPTER XI. TOO LATE.
CHAPTER XII. A CHARACTER.
CHAPTER XIII. AN UNLOOKED-FOR VISITOR.
CHAPTER XIV. THE JAIL.
CHAPTER XV. THE CASTLE.
CHAPTER XVI. THE BAIL.
CHAPTER XVII. MR. BASSET'S DWELLING
CHAPTER XVIII. THE CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS
CHAPTER XIX. THE QUARREL
CHAPTER XX. THE FLIGHT
CHAPTER XXI. THE ÉCOLE MILITAIRE
CHAPTER XXII. THE TUILERIES IN 1803
CHAPTER XXIII. A SURPRISE.
CHAPTER XXIV. THE PAVILLON DE FLORE.
CHAPTER XXV. THE SUPPER AT “BEAUVILLIERS'S”
CHAPTER XXVI. THE TWO VISITS.
CHAPTER XXVII. THE MARCH TO VERSAILLES
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PARK OF VERSAILLES
CHAPTER XXIX. LA ROSE OF PROVENCE.
CHAPTER XXX. A WARNING.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE CHÂTEAU
CHAPTER XXXII. THE CHÂTEAU d'ANCRE.
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE TEMPLE
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CHOUANS
CHAPTER XXXV. THE REIGN OF TERROR UNDER THE CONSULATE.
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE PALAIS DE JUSTICE
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE TRIAL.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE CUIRASSIER.
CHAPTER XXXIX. A MORNING AT THE TUILLERIES
CHAPTER XL. A NIGHT IN THE TUILERIES GARDENS.
CHAPTER XLI. A STORY OF THE YEAR '92.
CHAPTER XLII. THE HALL OF THE MARSHALS
CHAPTER XLIII. THE MARCH ON THE DANUBE.
CHAPTER XLIV. THE CANTEEN.
CHAPTER XLV. THE “VIVANDIÈRE OF THE FOURTH”
