Charles Stewart Parnell; his love story and political life (1914) (14803507183)

Identifier: charlesstewartpa01oshe (find matches)
Title: Charles Stewart Parnell; his love story and political life
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: O'Shea, Kitty, 1845-1921
Subjects: Parnell, Charles Stewart, 1846-1891
Publisher: New York, George H. Doran company
Contributing Library: Boston College Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Library Consortium Member Libraries



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the manuscript of this music and someothers, the next time I went to London with my fatherI went to Booseys, the musical publishers, and askedtheir representative to publish them. Quite impossible, my dear young lady, he an-swered at once. We never take beginners work!I plaintively remarked that even Mozart was a be-ginner once, and could not understand why he laughed.Still, with a smile, he consented to look at themanuscript, and to my joy he ceased to laugh at meand tried some of it over, finally agreeing, much tomy joy, to publish Weariness and a couple of othersongs. I remember my fathers pleasure and the merrytwinkle in his eye as he gravely assented to my sugges-tion that we were a very gifted family! While my brother Frank (who was in the 17th Foot)was stationed at Aldershot he invited my sister Annaand myself down to see a review. He was married,and we stayed with him and his wife and children inthe married officers quarters, which appeared to us tobe very gay and amusing. 14
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FAMILY LIFE AT RIVENHALL I greatly enjoyed seeing the cavalry, with all theofficers and men in full dress. Many of the officers came over to call after the re-view, and among them was Willie OShea, who wasthen a cornet in the 18th Hussars. There was a smalldrama acted by the officers in the evening which mybrothers wife took us to see, and there were many ofthe 18th Hussars, who paid us much attention, though,personally, I found the elderly and hawk-eyed colonelof the regiment far more interesting than the younger men. I sadly wanted someone young enough to play gameswith me, and the boy who was kept at Rivenhall for*boots and knives was my chosen companion forcricket. I thought this youth a marvellous player, andwhen on one occasion I won the game I threw a stumpinto the air in my joy. My triumph was short-lived,for it came down on my head, and cut it very badl3^ My stammering companion dragged me to the houseafter wildly dabbing at the fast-flowing blood with mypinafore. What with t