The Staff Officer; Or, The Soldier of Fortune: A Tale of Real Life, Volume 2E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1833 |
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... Island , ” “ Bunker's Hill , " and , ( infra dig . ! ) smuggling rum - grog into the mess - room to drink at his meal , under the pretence that beer gave him the heartburn . The other lieutenants were quiet kind of men , who evident- ly ...
... Island , ” “ Bunker's Hill , " and , ( infra dig . ! ) smuggling rum - grog into the mess - room to drink at his meal , under the pretence that beer gave him the heartburn . The other lieutenants were quiet kind of men , who evident- ly ...
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... Islands . As for me , I found myself post- ed to a regiment on its passage from the West Indies ; and saw my name in orders to remain at Chatham for garrison duty . After settling accounts with the ex - paymaster , I still found myself ...
... Islands . As for me , I found myself post- ed to a regiment on its passage from the West Indies ; and saw my name in orders to remain at Chatham for garrison duty . After settling accounts with the ex - paymaster , I still found myself ...
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... Islands , and some time after his name appeared in garrison orders for immediate embarkation for the West Indies . I then lost sight of him for a time ; but fate decreed that we should meet again . There were , at that period ...
... Islands , and some time after his name appeared in garrison orders for immediate embarkation for the West Indies . I then lost sight of him for a time ; but fate decreed that we should meet again . There were , at that period ...
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... island of Madeira early on the seventh day . A signal was made for the convoy to heave to ; while one of the frigates , making all sail , stretched in towards shore , and did not rejoin us until late in the afternoon . I was sick to ...
... island of Madeira early on the seventh day . A signal was made for the convoy to heave to ; while one of the frigates , making all sail , stretched in towards shore , and did not rejoin us until late in the afternoon . I was sick to ...
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... islands to leeward with re - enforcements . We had scarcely dropped anchor , when we were boarded by a press - gang ... island next morning . Although reluctant to leave my chief , I was strongly tempted to pay a visit to the town ...
... islands to leeward with re - enforcements . We had scarcely dropped anchor , when we were boarded by a press - gang ... island next morning . Although reluctant to leave my chief , I was strongly tempted to pay a visit to the town ...
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Page 205 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 98 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 92 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 39 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 201 - The adventures follow each other with delightful rapidity and variety ; occasionally there is a deep and thrilling touch of pathos, which we feel not a bit the less acutely, because the trouble and wo of the parties have originated in the familiar and somewhat laughable act of pulling an ear.
Page 202 - Admirable. Truly, intensely Irish. The whole book has the brogue — never were the outrageous whimsicalities of that strange, wild, imaginative people so characteristically displayed; nor, in the midst of all the fun, frolic, and folly, is there any dearth of poetry, pathos, and passion. The author's a jewel, and he will be reviewed next number. Shepherd. The Eerishers are marchin in leeterature, pawri pashu? wi