The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
curious to know if I should think her as lovable and attractive in the
humble dress and humble station that pertain to her, as when I saw her
moving more than equal amongst the proudest and haughtiest of Europe.
To have any doubt on this score would be to distrust her sincerity of
character. She must be what I have ever seen her, or she is an actress.
Difference of condition, different associates, different duties will
exact different discipline, but she herself must be the same, or she is
a falsehood,--a deception.
“And then you add, it is perhaps as well that I should 'submit to the
rude test of a disenchantment.' Well, I accept the challenge, and I am
here.
“These thoughts of self would obtrude in the very beginning of a letter
I had destined for other objects. You ask me for a narrative of my
journey and its accidents, and you shall have it. On my way over here
in the packet, I made acquaintance with an elderly man, who seemed
thoroughly acquainted with all the circumstances of the Martins and
their misfortunes. From him I ascertained that all Scanlan had told me
was perfectly correct. The reversion of the estate has been sold for a
sum incredibly small in proportion to its value, and in great part
the proceeds of gambling transactions. Martin is, therefore, utterly,
irretrievably ruined. Merl has taken every step with all the security
of the best advice, and in a few months, weeks perhaps, will be declared
owner of Cro' Martin. Even in the 'fast times' we live in, such rapid
ruin as this stands alone! You tell me that of your own college and mess
associates not more than one in five or six have survived the wreck
of fortune the first few years of extravagance accomplish, and
that Manheim, Brussels, and Munich can show the white-seamed,
mock-smartened-up gentilities which once were the glories of Bond
Street and the Park; but for poor Martin, I suspect, even these last
sanctuaries do not remain,--as I hear it, he is totally gone.
“From the very inn where I am staying Merls agents are issuing notices
of all kinds to the tenants and 'others' to desist and refrain from
cutting timber, quarrying marbles, and what not, on certain unspeakable
localities, with threats in case of non-compliance. Great placards cover
the walls of the town, headed 'Caution to all Tenants on the Estate
of Cro' Martin.' The excitement in the neighborhood is intense,
overwhelming. Whatever differences of political opinion existed between
the Martins and the people of the borough, whatever jealousies grew out
of disparity of station, seemed suddenly merged in sympathy for this
great misfortune. They are, of course, ignorant of the cause of this
sudden calamity, and ask each other how, when, and where such a fortune
because engulfed.
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