CONTENTS
[ A WORD OF EXPLANATION. ]
[ PREFACE ]
[ CHARLES O’MALLEY. ]
[ CHAPTER I. ]
[ CHAPTER II. ]
[ CHAPTER III. ]
[ CHAPTER IV. ]
[ CHAPTER V. ]
[ CHAPTER VI. ]
[ CHAPTER VII. ]
[ CHAPTER VIII. ]
[ CHAPTER IX. ]
[ CHAPTER X. ]
[ CHAPTER XI. ]
[ CHAPTER XII. ]
[ CHAPTER XIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XIV. ]
[ CHAPTER XV. ]
[ CHAPTER XVI. ]
[ CHAPTER XVII. ]
[ CHAPTER XVIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XIX ]
[ CHAPTER XX. ]
[ CHAPTER XXI ]
[ CHAPTER XXII. ]
[ CHAPTER XXIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XXIV. ]
[ CHAPTER XXV. ]
[ CHAPTER XXVI. ]
[ CHAPTER XXVII. ]
[ CHAPTER XXVIII ]
[ CHAPTER XXIX. ]
[ CHAPTER XXX. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXI. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXII ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIV. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXV. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVI. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVII ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIX ]
[ CHAPTER XL ]
[ CHAPTER XLI. ]
[ CHAPTER XLII. ]
[ CHAPTER XXLIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XLIV. ]
[ CHAPTER XLV. ]
[ CHAPTER XLVI. ]
[ CHAPTER XLVII. ]
[ CHAPTER XLVIII. ]
[ CHAPTER XLIX. ]
[ CHAPTER L. ]
[ CHAPTER LI. ]
[ CHAPTER LII. ]
[ CHAPTER LIII. ]
[ CHAPTER LIV. ]
[ CHAPTER LV. ]
[ CHAPTER LVI. ]
[ CHAPTER LVII. ]
[ CHAPTER LVIII. ]
[ CHAPTER LXIX. ]
[ CHAPTER LX. ]
[ CHAPTER LXI. ]
[ CHAPTER LXII. ]
[ CHAPTER LXIII. ]
[ CHAPTER LXIV. ]
[ CHAPTER LXV. ]
[ CHAPTER LXVI. ]
[ CHAPTER LXVII. ]
ILLUSTRATIONS
[ The Sunk Fence ]
[ Mr. Blake’s Dressing Room. ]
[ The Election. ]
[ The Rescue. ]
[ Mr. Crow Well Plucked. ]
[ Frank Webber at his Studies. ]
[ Miss Judy Macan. ]
[ Charles Pops the Question. ]
[ The Adjutant’s After Dinner Ride. ]
[ The Rival Flunkies. ]
[ Major Monsoon and Donna Maria. ]
[ The Salutation. ]
[ The Skirmish. ]
[ A Touch at Leap-frog With Napoleon. ]
[ Major Monsoon Trying to Charge. ]
[ Mr. Free’s Song. ]
[ The Coat of Mail. ]
TO THE
MOST NOBLE THE MARQUESS OF DOURO, M.P., D.C.L., ETC., ETC.
MY DEAR LORD,—
The imperfect attempt to picture forth some scenes of the most
brilliant period of my country’s history might naturally suggest their
dedication to the son of him who gave that era its glory. I feel,
however, in the weakness of the effort, the presumption of such a
thought, and would simply ask of you to accept these volumes as a
souvenir of many delightful hours passed long since in your society,
and a testimony of the deep pride with which I regard the honor of your
friendship.
Believe me, my dear Lord, with every respect and esteem,
Yours, most sincerely,
THE AUTHOR.
BRUSSELS, November, 1841.
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A WORD OF EXPLANATION.
KIND PUBLIC,—
Having so lately taken my leave of the stage, in a farewell benefit, it is but fitting that I should explain the circumstances which once more bring me before you,—that I may not appear intrusive, where I have met with but too much indulgence.
A blushing debutante—entre nous, the most impudent Irishman that ever swaggered down Sackville Street—has requested me to present him to your acquaintance. He has every ambition to be a favorite with you; but says—God forgive him—he is too bashful for the foot-lights.