With Illustrations By Phiz. and Browne

IN TWO VOLUMES VOL. I

CONTENTS

PREFACE.
TOM BURKE OF “OURS."
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”

ILLUSTRATIONS

Law and Physic in the Chamber of Death

The Curse

The Struggle

Saldin Danceth a Lively Measure

Tom Receives a Strange Visitor

Peeping Tom

May Good Digestion Wait on Appetite

Darby Exchanges Compliments With a “sodger”

Monsieur Crillac's Salon

The Rose of Provence

The Lady of the Lake

The Chouans

Capture of the “Red-beard”

The Templars

The Witness

Napoleon Sends Burke from the Room

The Scene Shifted

The “big Pioche” Indulging in Delicacies

Tom Masters the “maitre D'armes”

Minnet and Pioche

TO MISS EDGEWORTH.

Madam,—This weak attempt to depict the military life of France, during the brief but glorious period of the Empire, I beg to dedicate to you. Had the scene of this, like that of my former books, been laid chiefly in Ireland, I should have felt too sensibly my own inferiority to venture on the presumption of such a step. As it is, I never was more conscious of the demerits of my volume than when inscribing it to you; but I cannot resist the temptation of being, even thus, associated with a name,—the first in my country's literature.

Another motive I will not conceal,—the ardent desire I have to assure you, that, amid the thousands you have made better, and wiser, and happier, by your writings, you cannot count one who feels more proudly the common tie of country with you, nor more sincerely admires your goodness and your genius, than

Your devoted and obedient servant,

CHARLES J. LEVER.

Temple-O, Nov. 25, 1848.

PREFATORY EPISTLE FROM MR. BURKE.

My dear O'Flaherty,—It seems that I am to be the “next devoured.” Well, be it so; my story, such as it is, you shall have. Only one condition would I bargain for,—that you seriously disabuse your readers of the notion that the life before them was one either of much pleasure or profit. I might moralize a little here about neglected opportunities and mistaken opinions; but, as I am about to present you with my narrative, the moral—if there be one—need not be anticipated.

I believe I have nothing else to premise, save that if my tale have little wit, it has some warning; and as Bob Lambert observed to the hangman who soaped the rope for his execution, “even that same 's a comfort.” If our friend Lorrequer, then, will as kindly facilitate my debut, I give him free liberty to “cut me down” when he likes, and am,

Yours, as ever,

TOM BURKE.

To T. O'Flaherty, Esq.