PART I. AN EXPERIMENT. CHAPTER I. THE "ALASKA." "In that new world which was the old." [Text decoration not available.] PART II. THE COST OF IT. CHAPTER I. MRS. JACKSON-CROLY AT HOME. AN IRISH COUSIN.BY [Text decoration not available.] |
PART I. AN EXPERIMENT. | |
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CHAPTER I. | |
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The “Alaska” | 1 |
“In that new world which was the old.” | |
CHAPTER II. | |
Aunt Jane | 7 |
“Sing Hey! when I preside.” | |
CHAPTER III. | |
My Cousin Willy | 27 |
CHAPTER IV. | |
The Master of Durrus | 44 |
“My father’s brother; but no more like my father than I to Hercules.” | |
CHAPTER V. | |
Impressions | 60 |
“Groping in the windy stair, Darkness and the breath of space Like loud waters everywhere.” | |
CHAPTER VI. | |
An Irish Sunday | 70 |
“In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene’er he went to pray.” | |
CHAPTER VII. | |
Moll | 89 |
“Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos’d a bear!” | |
CHAPTER VIII. | |
Schooling | 97 |
CHAPTER IX. | |
“The Turf, the Chase, and the Road” | 114 |
“Ford. Old woman! What old woman’s that? . . . . . . . . . . A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! Have I not forbid her my house?” | |
CHAPTER X. | |
The Moycullen Hounds | 133 |
“On the first day of spring, in the year ’93, The first recreation in this countheree, The King’s counthry gintlemen o’er hills, dales, and rocks, They rode out so gallant in search of a fox.” | |
CHAPTER XI. | |
Nugent O’Neill | 152 |
“He is the toniest aristocrat on the boat.” | |
CHAPTER XII. | |
A Voyage of Discovery | 165 |
“And wouldst thou leave me thus? Say Nay.” | |
CHAPTER XIII. | |
A Dinner-Party | 177 |
CHAPTER XIV. | |
In Society | 199 |
“Ah! Then was it all spring weather? Nay, but we were young and together.” | |
“Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.” | |
CHAPTER XV. | |
An American Girl | 218 |
“She’s always been kind of off-ish and partic’lar for a gal that’s raised in the woods.” | |
CHAPTER XVI. | |
Ferreting | 239 |
“I do perceive here a divided duty.” | |
CHAPTER XVII. | |
Potato Cakes | 263 |
PART II. THE COST OF IT. | |
CHAPTER I. | |
Mrs. Jackson-Croly at Home | 280 |
“Fate’s a fiddler, life’s a dance.” | |
“O’Rorke’s noble feast will ne’er be forgot By those who were there, and those who were not.” |
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