The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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“That was the corps!” said he. “Bid them do a thing, and they’d never
leave off; and so, when they got orders to retire from Wexford, it’s
little they cared for the comforts of baggage, like many another
regiment, for they threw away every thing but their canteens, and never
stopped till they ran to Ross, fifteen miles farther than the enemy
followed them. And when they were all in bed the same night, fatigued
and tired with their exertions, as ye may suppose, a drummer’s boy
called out in his sleep—‘here they are—they’re coming’—they all jumped
up and set off in their shirts, and got two miles out of town before
they discovered it was a false alarm.”
Peal after peal of laughter followed the priest’s encomium on the
doctor’s regiment; and, indeed, he himself joined most heartily in the
mirth, as he might well afford to do, seeing that a braver or better
corps than the North Cork, Ireland did not possess.
“Well,” said Fin, “it’s easy to see ye never can forget what they did
at Maynooth.”
Father Malachi disclaimed all personal feeling on the subject; and I
was at last gratified by the following narrative, which I regret deeply
I am not enabled to give in the doctor’s own verbiage; but writing as I
do from memory, (in most instances,) I can only convey the substance:
It was towards the latter end of the year ‘98—the year of the
troubles—that the North Cork was ordered, “for their sins” I believe,
to march from their snug quarters in Fermoy, and take up a position in
the town of Maynooth—a very considerable reverse of fortune to a set of
gentlemen extremely addicted to dining out, and living at large upon a
very pleasant neighbourhood. Fermoy abounded in gentry; Maynooth at
that, time had few, if any, excepting his Grace of Leinster, and he
lived very privately, and saw no company. Maynooth was stupid and
dull—there were neither belles nor balls; Fermoy (to use the doctor’s
well remembered words) had “great feeding,” and “very genteel young
ladies, that carried their handkerchiefs in bags, and danced with the
officers.”
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