Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
There are people who tell you that we live in a heartless, selfish,
grabbing, grasping age, where each preys upon his neighbor, and where
gain is the spirit of every contract; and yet, in what period of the
world was maternal tenderness, the comforts of a home, the watchful
anxieties of parental love, to be had so cheaply? Who ever heard of
bachelors being admitted into families, where music and the arts formed
the evening's recreation, in the Middle Ages? Does Herodotus inform
us that "young and attractive ladies would take charge of a widower's
household, and superintend the care of his family"? Not a bit of it! On
this point, at least, the wisdom of our ancestors has no chance with
us. There is not a wish of the heart, there is not a yearning of the
affections, that a three-and-sixpenny advertisement in the "Times" will
not evoke a remedy for. You can make love, or a book, or a speech,
by deputy; for every relative you lose, there are fifty kind-hearted
creatures to supply the place; and not only may you travel over half the
globe without more personal exertion than it costs you to go to bed, but
you can be measured either for a wife or a suit of clothes without ever
seeing the lady or the tailor.
The "Hotel Davis," so said the newspaper, "was situated in the most airy
and healthful locality of the Upper Town." No one ever rung the bell of
the hall-door from the first of October to May, but would acknowledge
the truth of the first epithet. The society, for admission to which
the most particular references are required, embraces all that is
intellectual, high-bred, and refined. The table, where preside the
'feast of reason and the flow of soul,' combines the elegance and
delicacy of the French, with the less sophisticated succulence of
English cookery. Intellectual resources,--the humanizing influences
of song and poetry,--the varied pleasures of cultivated and kindred
spirits, which have won for this establishment the epithet of the
Davisian Acropolis, continue to make it the chosen retreat of gentlemen
connected with civil and military pursuits, who are lodged and boarded
for one guinea weekly.
"Receptions every Thursday. Balls, during the winter, on the first
Monday of each month."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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