The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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As there appeared to be but little prospect of poor Fitzgerald ever
requiring any explanation from me as to the events of that morning, for
he feared to venture from his room, lest he might be recognised and
prosecuted for abduction, I thought it better to keep my own secret
also; and it was therefore with a feeling of any thing but regret, that
I received an order which, under other circumstances, would have
rendered me miserable—to march on detachment duty. To any one at all
conversant with the life we lead in the army, I need not say how
unpleasant such a change usually is. To surrender your capital mess,
with all its well-appointed equipments—your jovial brother
officers—hourly flirtations with the whole female population—never a
deficient one in a garrison town—not to speak of your matches at
trotting, coursing, and pigeon-shooting, and a hundred other delectable
modes of getting over the ground through life, till it please your
ungrateful country and the Horse Guards to make you a major-general—to
surrender all these, I say, for the noise, dust, and damp disagreeables
of a country inn, with bacon to eat, whiskey to drink, and the priest,
or the constabulary chief, to get drunk with—I speak of Ireland
here—and your only affair, par amours, being the occasional ogling of
the apothecary’s daughter opposite, as often as she visits the shop, in
the soi disant occupation of measuring out garden seeds and senna.
These are indeed, the exchanges with a difference, for which there is
no compensation; and, for my own part, I never went upon such duty,
that I did not exclaim with the honest Irishman, when the mail went
over him, “Oh, Lord! what is this for?”—firmly believing that in the
earthly purgatory of such duties, I was reaping the heavy retribution
attendant on past offences.
Besides, from being rather a crack man in my corps, I thought it
somewhat hard that my turn for such duty should come round about twice
as often as that of my brother officers; but so it is—I never knew a
fellow a little smarter than his neighbours, that was not pounced upon
by his colonel for a victim. Now, however, I looked at these matters in
a very different light. To leave head-quarters was to escape being
questioned; while there was scarcely any post to which I could be sent,
where something strange or adventurous might not turn up, and serve me
to erase the memory of the past, and turn the attention of my
companions in any quarter rather than towards myself.
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