The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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Such was our life in Cork—dining, drinking, dancing, riding steeple
chases, pigeon shooting, and tandem driving—filling up any little
interval that was found to exist between a late breakfast, and the time
to dress for dinner; and here I hope I shall not be accused of a
tendency to boasting, while I add, that among all ranks and degrees of
men, and women too, there never was a regiment more highly in
estimation than the 4—th. We felt the full value of all the attentions
we were receiving; and we endeavoured, as best we might, to repay them.
We got up Garrison Balls and Garrison Plays, and usually performed one
or twice a week during the winter. Here I shone conspicuously; in the
morning I was employed painting scenery and arranging the properties;
as it grew later, I regulated the lamps, and looked after the
foot-lights, mediating occasionally between angry litigants, whose
jealousies abound to the full as much, in private theatricals, as in
the regular corps dramatique. Then, I was also leader in the orchestra;
and had scarcely to speak the prologues. Such are the cares of
greatness: to do myself justice, I did not dislike them; though, to be
sure, my taste for the drama did cost me a little dear, as will be seen
in the sequel.
We were then in the full career of popularity. Our balls pronounced the
very pleasantest; our plays far superior to any regular corps that had
ever honoured Cork with their talents; when an event occurred which
threw a gloom over all our proceedings, and finally put a stop to every
project for amusement, we had so completely given ourselves up to. This
was no less than the removal of our Lieutenant-Colonel. After thirty
years of active service in the regiment he then commanded, his age and
infirmities, increased by some severe wounds, demanded ease and repose;
he retired from us, bearing along with him the love and regard of every
man in the regiment. To the old officers he was endeared by long
companionship, and undeviating friendship; to the young, he was in
every respect as a father, assisting by his advice, and guiding by his
counsel; while to the men, the best estimate of his worth appeared in
the fact, that corporeal punishment was unknown in the corps. Such was
the man we lost; and it may well be supposed, that his successor, who,
or whatever he might be, came under circumstances of no common
difficulty amongst us; but, when I tell, that our new
Lieutenant-Colonel was in every respect his opposite, it may be
believed how little cordiality he met with.
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