THE CONFESSIONS OF HARRY LORREQUER
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[By Charles James Lever (1806-1872)]
Dublin
MDCCCXXXIX.
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
"We talked of pipe-clay regulation caps— Long twenty-fours—short culverins and mortars— Condemn'd the 'Horse Guards' for a set of raps, And cursed our fate at being in such quarters. Some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore; Some wished themselves five fathoms 'neat the Solway; And some did pray—who never prayed before— That they might get the 'route' for Cork or Galway."
