BARRINGTON

Volume I.

By Charles James Lever

With Illustrations By Phiz.

Boston: Little, Brown, And Company.

1907.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.   THE FISHERMAN'S HOME

CHAPTER II.   A WET MORNING AT HOME

CHAPTER III.   OUR NEXT NEIGHBORS

CHAPTER IV.   FRED CONYERS

CHAPTER V.   DILL AS A DIPLOMATIST

CHAPTER VI.   THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER

CHAPTER VII.   TOM DILL'S FIRST PATIENT

CHAPTER VIII.   FINE ACQUAINTANCES

CHAPTER IX.   A COUNTRY DOCTOR

CHAPTER X.   BEING "BORED"

CHAPTER XI.   A NOTE TO BE ANSWERED

CHAPTER XII.   THE ANSWER

CHAPTER XIII.   A FEW LEAVES FROM A BLUE-BOOK

CHAPTER XIV.   BARRINGTON'S FORD

CHAPTER XV.   AN EXPLORING EXPEDITION

CHAPTER XVI.   COMING HOME

CHAPTER XVII.   A SHOCK

CHAPTER XVIII.   COBHAM

CHAPTER XIX.   THE HOUR OF LUNCHEON

CHAPTER XX.   AN INTERIOR AT THE DOCTOR'S

CHAPTER XXI.   DARK TIDINGS

CHAPTER XXII.   LEAVING HOME

CHAPTER XXIII.   THE COLONEL'S COUNSELS

CHAPTER XXIV.   CONYERS MAKES A MORNING CALL

CHAPTER XXV.   DUBLIN REVISITED

CHAPTER XXVI.   A VERY SAD GOOD-BYE

CHAPTER XXVII.   THE CONVENT ON THE MEUSE

CHAPTER XXVIII.    GEORGE'S DAUGHTER

CHAPTER XXIX.   THE RAMBLE

CHAPTER XXX.   UNDER THE LINDEN

BARRINGTON.

CHAPTER I. THE FISHERMAN'S HOME

If there should be, at this day we live in, any one bold enough to confess that he fished the river Nore, in Ireland, some forty years ago, he might assist me by calling to mind a small inn, about two miles from the confluence of that river with the Barrow, a spot in great favor with those who followed the "gentle craft."

It was a very unpretending hostel, something wherein cottage and farmhouse were blended, and only recognizable as a place of entertainment by a tin trout suspended over the doorway, with the modest inscription underneath,—"Fisherman's Home." Very seldom is it, indeed, that hotel pledges are as honestly fulfilled as they were in this simple announcement. The house was, in all that quiet comfort and unostentatious excellence can make, a veritable Home! Standing in a fine old orchard of pear and damson trees, it was only approachable by a path which led from the highroad, about two miles off, or by the river, which wound round the little grassy promontory beneath the cottage. On the opposite side of the stream arose cliffs of considerable height, their terraced sides covered with larch and ash, around whose stems the