THE CONFESSIONS OF HARRY LORREQUER

[By Charles James Lever (1806-1872)]

Dublin

MDCCCXXXIX.

Though the title page has no author's name inscribed, this work is generally attributed to Charles James Lever. Harry Lorrequer was a young officer in a British regiment stationed in Ireland in the early 1800's. The 1839 First Edition had pages too stained and friable for scanning—so a colleague, Mary Munarin, helped prepare this eBook for Project Gutenberg in the old fashioned way—she typed it! This story will be a delight to any readers with a few drops of Irish blood (or a wee drop of the Old Bushmills) in their veins.

[The Inn at Munich]

[ENLARGE]

A crowd is a mob, if composed even of bishops
And some did pray—who never prayed before
Annoyance of her vulgar loquacity
Enjoy the name without the gain
Enough is as good as a feast
Fighting like devils for conciliation
Has but one fault, but that fault is a grand one
Hating each other for the love of God
He was very much disguised in drink
How ingenious is self-deception
My English proves me Irish
Mistaking zeal for inclination
Mistaking your abstraction for attention
Rather a dabbler in the "ologies"
The tone of assumed compassion
That "to stand was to fall,"
That land of punch, priests, and potatoes
What will not habit accomplish