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BARRY LYNDON
By William Makepeace Thackeray
From The Works Of William Makepeace Thackeray. Edited By Walter Jerrold
Contents
BARRY LYNDON
A BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE
THE MEMOIRES OF BARRY LYNDON, ESQ
CHAPTER I. MY PEDIGREE AND FAMILY—UNDERGO THE INFLUENCE OF THE TENDER
CHAPTER II. I SHOW MYSELF TO BE A MAN OF SPIRIT
CHAPTER III. A FALSE START IN THE GENTEEL WORLD
CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH BARRY TAKES A NEAR VIEW OF MILITARY GLORY
CHAPTER V. BARRY FAR FROM MILITARY GLORY
CHAPTER VI. THE CRIMP WAGGON—MILITARY EPISODES
CHAPTER VII. BARRY LEADS A GARRISON LIFE, AND FINDS MANY FRIENDS THERE
CHAPTER VIII. BARRY'S ADIEU TO MILITARY PROFESSION
CHAPTER IX. I APPEAR IN A MANNER BECOMING MY NAME AND LINEAGE
CHAPTER X. MORE RUNS OF LUCK
CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH THE LUCK GOES AGAINST BARRY
CHAPTER XII. TRAGICAL HISTORY OF PRINCESS OF X——
CHAPTER XIII. I CONTINUE MY CAREER AS A MAN OF FASHION
CHAPTER XIV. I RETURN TO IRELAND, AND EXHIBIT MY SPLENDOUR AND
CHAPTER XV. I PAY COURT TO MY LADY LYNDON
CHAPTER XVI. I PROVIDE NOBLY FOR MY FAMILY
CHAPTER XVII. I APPEAR AS AN ORNAMENT OF ENGLISH SOCIETY
CHAPTER XVIII. MY GOOD FORTUNE BEGINS TO WAVER
CHAPTER XIX. CONCLUSION
A BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE THE MEMOIRES OF BARRY LYNDON, ESQ.
Barry Lyndon—far from the best known, but by some critics acclaimed as the finest, of Thackeray's works—appeared originally as a serial a few years before VANITY FAIR was written; yet it was not published in book form, and then not by itself, until after the publication of VANITY FAIR, PENDENNIS, ESMOND and THE NEWCOMES had placed its author in the forefront of the literary men of the day. So many years after the event we cannot help wondering why the story was not earlier put in book form; for in its delineation of the character of an adventurer it is as great as VANITY FAIR, while for the local colour of history, if I may put it so, it is no undistinguished precursor of ESMOND.
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'He has already,' I screamed, 'been slapped in the face this morning, Captain John Quin; he's already been called coward, Captain John Quin; and this is the way I'll drink his health. Here's your health, Captain John Quin!' And I flung a glass of claret into his face. I don't know how he looked after it, for the next moment I myself was under the table, tripped up by Ulick, who hit me a violent cuff on the head as I went down; and I had hardly leisure to hear the general screaming and skurrying that was taking place above me, being so fully occupied with kicks, and thumps, and curses, with which Ulick was belabouring me. 'You fool!' roared he—' you great blundering marplot—you silly beggarly brat' (a thump at each), 'hold your tongue!' These blows from Ulick, of course, I did not care for, for he had always been my friend, and had been in the habit of thrashing me all my life.
When I got up from under the table all the ladies were gone; and I had the satisfaction of seeing the Captain's nose was bleeding, as mine was—HIS was cut across the bridge, and his beauty spoiled for ever. Ulick shook himself, sat down quietly, filled a bumper, and pushed the bottle to me. 'There, you young donkey,' said he, 'sup that; and let's hear no more of your braying.'
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