WHITEBOY STORY IRELAND 2VL

by Mrs. S.C. Hall

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. 1884 edition. ...leaves, and young bright look, as it stood beside a sturdy but grovelling oak which extended its thick and lumpish trunk first in one direction, then in another--had seemed the young Apollo of trees. It was wonderful to see the white light shimmer and shiver amid the sapful branches, which in an instant it blasted, and burnt, and tossed to the storm as unworthy of further trouble, peeling the bark off the bleeding body, and then leaping from its prey to the rook, which it shattered into a thousand fragments, that went hurling and tumbling into the valley below. While the Spirit of the Clouds, so fierce and mysterious, so abrupt and all powerful, was buried fathoms deep in the mountain, impregnating the air with a dense and suffocating vapour, Murtogh raised himself a little on his elbow, and with his right-hand crossed himself on both brow and breast, and then resumed his position. The storm now changed into a hurricane of wind and rain. The torrent poured and whirled in such a manner, that the glensman could discern nothing beneath but drifts upon drifts of rain and mist--clouds of water in perpetual movement, now of a deep lead colour, and then of a pale gray--on and on they swept, impelled by the rushing winds. "What a dreadful storm, Murtogh!" said the gentleman, folding his cotamore still more olosely round him, chilled by the damp raw air, and so oppressed by the state of the atmosphere and liis own peculiar situation, as to be scarcely able to breathe 9 "what a dreadful storm, Murtogh! is it often as bad as this?" Murtogh rolled himself over and over, so as to get nearer his companion, and answered, "Dis is noting, Sir--a little fire and noise, and some fog." "Why, look at that tree," said...

1 pages, Hardcover

First published October 1, 1979

About the author

Mrs Samuel Carter Hall, née Anna Maria Fielding, 1800-1881.

Wife of Samuel Carter Hall .

Anna Maria Hall (6 January 1800 – 30 January 1881) was an Irish novelist who often published as "Mrs. S. C. Hall". She married Samuel Carter Hall, the writer on art, who described her in Retrospect of a Long Life, from 1815 to 1883.[1] She was born Anna Maria Fielding in Dublin, but left Ireland at the age of 15.

Hall was born in Dublin on 6 January 1800. She lived with her mother, a widow named Sarah Elizabeth Fielding, and stepfather, George Carr of Graigie, Wexford, until 1815. The daughter came to England with her mother in 1815, and on 20 September 1824, married Samuel Carter Hall. Her mother lived with her in London until she died.

Mrs. Hall's first recorded contribution to literature is an Irish sketch called 'Master Ben,' which appeared in The Spirit and Manners of the Age, January 1829, pp. 35–41 et seq. Other tales followed. Eventually they were collected into a volume entitled Sketches of Irish Character, 1829, and henceforth she became 'an author by profession.' Next year she issued a little volume for children, Chronicles of a School-Room, consisting of a series of simple tales.

Mrs. Hall's sketches of her native land bear a closer resemblance to the tales of Miss Mitford than to the Irish stories of Banim or Griffin. They contain fine rural descriptions, and are animated by a healthy tone of moral feeling and a vein of delicate humour. Her books were never popular in Ireland, as she saw in each party much to praise and much to blame, so that she failed to please either the Orangemen or the Roman Catholics.

On 10 December 1868, she was granted a civil list pension of £100 a year. She was instrumental in founding the Hospital for Consumption at Brompton, the Governesses' Institute, the Home for Decayed Gentlewomen, and the Nightingale Fund. Her benevolence was of the most practical nature; she worked for the temperance cause, for women's rights, and for the friendless and fallen. She was a friend to street musicians, and a thorough believer in spiritualism; but this belief did not prevent her from remaining, as she ever was, a devout Christian. She kept the fiftieth anniversary of her wedding day on 20 September 1874. She died at Devon Lodge, East Moulsey, 30 January 1881, and was buried in Addlestone churchyard, 5 February.