TOM BURKE OF “OURS.”

By Charles James Lever

With Illustrations By Phiz. and Browne

IN TWO VOLUMES VOL. I

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VOLUME TWO

CONTENTS

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”

ILLUSTRATIONS

Law and Physic in the Chamber of Death

The Curse

The Struggle

Saldin Danceth a Lively Measure

Tom Receives a Strange Visitor

Peeping Tom

May Good Digestion Wait on Appetite

Darby Exchanges Compliments With a “sodger”

Monsieur Crillac's Salon

The Rose of Provence

The Lady of the Lake

The Chouans

Capture of the “Red-beard”

The Templars

The Witness

Napoleon Sends Burke from the Room

The Scene Shifted

The “big Pioche” Indulging in Delicacies

Tom Masters the “maitre D'armes”

Minnet and Pioche

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,

Yours, as ever,

TOM BURKE.

To T. O'Flaherty, Esq.