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The Queen of Connaught [By H. Jay] Harriett Jay

The Queen of Connaught [By H. Jay]

Harriett Jay

Published September 12th 2013
ISBN : 9781230302287
Paperback
40 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... mr. anthony proposes.MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... mr. anthony proposes. Whats in a name? that which we call a rose, Under another name, &c. Y a person of ordinary experience Shakespeares immortal question is easily answered- but in my simple mind it causes as much thought and perplexity as one embodying the most profound philosophy. For had our shoulders not been burthened with that heavy human incubus, an old family Name, we could have taken the goods the gods provided and been happy. It was our Name, and our Name only, which caused consternation in our family, and constantly interfered with our enjoyment of the pleasures of the world. OMara does not sound very tremendous, not at all calculated to cause a moral earthquake or a social revolution. Yet beneath that plain and unvarnished surface was hidden an explosive mine which was perhaps unperceived by the common gaze, but the thought of which, alas! weighed so heavily upon our unlucky consciences that we sometimes wished we could escape from its thraldom. We--nay, / was free- and although Kathleen was wont to shake her head and pity my misfortune, I personally clasped my hands in reverent gratitude to my forefathers, through whose mercy I was born an ordinary mortal. I had no honour to support. The good deeds of my forefathers--if they ever did any!--were effectually concealed from the light, and I was allowed to enjoy my life in peace. The only pretension to greatness which I could possibly have was my cousinship to the OMaras, and this link was so slight as to have little effect upon my character. Kathleen was of a different mould, and born in a different sphere. Her name was her Fetish, as it were- she prized it beyond the common riches of this mortal life, she revered it, honoured it, lived for it, hugged it and kissed it....