Stanley Weyman was a celebrated English novelist, most famous for his classic historical romances.

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Stanley Weyman was a celebrated English novelist, most famous for his classic historical romances.

Midway in that period of Ireland\'s history during which, according to historians, the distressful country had none—to be more precise, on a spring morning early in the eighteenth century, and the reign of George the First, a sloop of about seventy tons burthen was beating up Dingle Bay, in the teeth of a stiff easterly breeze.

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The slight indisposition from which the Queen suffered in the spring of 1602, and which was occasioned by a cold caught during her lying-in, by diverting the King\'s attention from matters of State, had the effect of doubling the burden cast on my shoulders.

It was April 22, 1831, and a young man was walking down Whitehall in the direction of Parliament Street. He wore shepherd\'s plaid trousers and the swallow-tail coat of the day, with a figured muslin cravat wound about his wide-spread collar. He halted opposite the Privy Gardens, and, with his face turned skywards, listened until the sound of the Tower guns smote again on the ear and dispelled his doubts. To the experienced, his outward man, neat and modestly prosperous, denoted a young barrister of promise or a Treasury clerk. His figure was good, he was above the middle height, and he carried himself with an easy independence. He seemed to be one who both held a fair opinion of himself and knew how to impress that opinion on his fellows; yet was not incapable of deference where deference was plainly due.

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It was about a month after my marriage—and third clerk to the most noble the Bishop of Beauvais, and even admitted on occasions to write in his presence and prepare his minutes, who should marry if I might not?—it was about a month after my marriage, I say, that the thunderbolt, to which I have referred, fell and shattered my fortunes. I rose one morning—they were firing guns for the victory of Rocroy, I remember, so that it must have been eight weeks or more after the death of the late king, and the glorious rising of the Sun of France—and who as happy as I?

Stanley Weyman was a celebrated English novelist, most famous for his classic historical romances.

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Stanley Weyman was a celebrated English novelist, most famous for his classic historical romances.

Stanley Weyman was a celebrated English novelist, most famous for his classic historical romances.