Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume I

Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume I
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Lever Charles James. Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume I

CHAPTER I. MYSELF

CHAPTER II. DARBY THE “BLAST.”

CHAPTER III. THE DEPARTURE

CHAPTER IV. MY WANDERINGS

CHAPTER V. THE CABIN

CHAPTER VI. MY EDUCATION

CHAPTER VII. KEVIN STREET

CHAPTER VIII. NO. 39, AND ITS FREQUENTERS

CHAPTER IX. THE FRENCHMAN’S STORY

CHAPTER X. THE CHURCHYARD

CHAPTER XI. TOO LATE

CHAPTER XII. A CHARACTER

CHAPTER XIII. AN UNLOOKED-FOR VISITOR

CHAPTER XIV. THE JAIL

CHAPTER XV. THE CASTLE

CHAPTER XVI. THE BAIL

CHAPTER XVII. MR. BASSET’S DWELLING

CHAPTER XVIII. THE CAPTAIN’S QUARTERS

CHAPTER XIX. THE QUARREL

CHAPTER XX. THE FLIGHT

CHAPTER XXI. THE ÉCOLE MILITAIRE

CHAPTER XXII. THE TUILERIES IN 1803

CHAPTER XXIII. A SURPRISE

CHAPTER XXIV. THE PAVILLON DE FLORE

CHAPTER XXV. THE SUPPER AT “BEAUVILLIERS’S”

CHAPTER XXVI. THE TWO VISITS

CHAPTER XXVII. THE MARCH TO VERSAILLES

CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PARK OF VERSAILLES

CHAPTER XXIX. LA ROSE OF PROVENCE

CHAPTER XXX. A WARNING

CHAPTER XXXI. THE CHÂTEAU

CHAPTER XXXII. THE CHÂTEAU d’ANCRE

CHAPTER XXXIII. THE TEMPLE

CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CHOUANS

CHAPTER XXXV. THE REIGN OF TERROR UNDER THE CONSULATE

CHAPTER XXXVI. THE PALAIS DE JUSTICE

CHAPTER XXXVII. THE TRIAL

CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE CUIRASSIER

CHAPTER XXXIX. A MORNING AT THE TUILLERIES

CHAPTER XL. A NIGHT IN THE TUILERIES GARDENS

CHAPTER XLI. A STORY OF THE YEAR ‘92

CHAPTER XLII. THE HALL OF THE MARSHALS

CHAPTER XLIII. THE MARCH ON THE DANUBE

CHAPTER XLIV. THE CANTEEN

CHAPTER XLV. THE “VIVANDIÈRE OF THE FOURTH”

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It was at the close of a cold, raw day in January – no matter for the year – that the Gal way mail was seen to wind its slow course through that long and dull plain that skirts the Shannon, as you approach the “sweet town of Athlone.” The reeking box-coats and dripping umbrellas that hung down on every side bespoke a day of heavy rain, while the splashed and mud-stained panels of the coach bore token of cut-up roads, which the jaded and toil-worn horses amply confirmed. If the outsiders – with hats pressed firmly down, and heads bent against the cutting wind – presented an aspect far from comfortable, those within, who peeped with difficulty through the dim glass, had little to charm the eye; their flannel nightcaps and red comforters were only to be seen at rare intervals, as they gazed on the dreary prospect, and then sank back into the coach to con over their moody thoughts, or, if fortunate, perhaps to doze.

In the rumble, with the guard, sat one whose burly figure and rosy cheeks seemed to feel no touch of the inclement wind that made his companions crouch. An oiled-silk foraging-cap fastened beneath the chin, and a large mantle of blue cloth, bespoke him a soldier, if even the assured tone of his voice and a certain easy carriage of his head had not conveyed to the acute observer the same information. Unsubdued in spirit, undepressed in mind, either by the long day of pouring rain or the melancholy outline of country on every side, his dark eye flashed as brightly from beneath the brim of his cap, and his ruddy face beamed as cheerily, as though Nature had put forth her every charm of weather and scenery to greet and delight him. Now inquiring of the guard of the various persons whose property lay on either side, the name of some poor hamlet or some humble village; now humming to himself some stray verse of an old campaigning song, – he passed his time, diversifying these amusements by a courteous salute to a gaping country girl, as, with unmeaning look, she stared at the passing coach. But his principal occupation seemed to consist in retaining one wing of his wide cloak around the figure of a little boy, who lay asleep beside him, and whose head jogged heavily against his arm with every motion of the coach.

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“Lord be about us, what a severe season! But why isn’t Tom here?” I started at the words, and was about to rush forward, when he added, – “I don’t want him, though.”

“Of course you don’t,” said the attorney; “it’s little comfort he ever gave you. Are you in pain there?”

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