Category: Short Stories

The Bunsby Papers (second series): Irish Echoes

If you will but look around you, you will see that all the appliances of home delectation, procurable in so insignificant a town as Ballinasquash, are here gathered together; that looking-glass is the pride of the domestic circle and the envy of the neighborhood; those easy-ch...

Chapters

6. CHAPTER VI.

And now let us return to the cobbler's cabin, and see how matters are progressing there. Peggy has just brought over the tureen of soup so fervently longed for by the changed Sq...

15. CHAPTER IX.

Our scene shifts back to Mrs. Grimgriskin's elegant establishment, where poor Travers' affairs are once more in a very dilapidated state, as may be inferred from the conversatio...

2. CHAPTER II.

Not far from the imposing, bright, red brick edifice of Squire Bulworthy--indeed, you can see it on the other side of the street, with its flaring green door and great brazen kn...

3. CHAPTER III.

It would appear, indeed, as though the hearty, but uncharitable wish of the irritated cobbler, was curiously prophetic, for, before the purse-proud couple had achieved the half...

1. CHAPTER I.

If you will but look around you, you will see that all the appliances of home delectation, procurable in so insignificant a town as Ballinasquash, are here gathered together; th...

5. CHAPTER V.

It would be as unprofitable as impossible to follow the ever-varying images of a dream, which, apparently consumed the best part of a century; every half hour of which had its s...

4. CHAPTER IV.

The change accomplished by the embodied wishes of the two discontented mortals was, to all appearance, perfect. They bore, indeed, the outward semblance each of the other, but y...

8. CHAPTER II.

The accommodating reader will now be kind enough to accompany me to a far different place from that in which the foregoing dialogue was held. With an effort of the will--rapid a...

13. CHAPTER VII.

The early grey of dawn peeped furtively through the shutters of Tom Bobolink's home, and as they strengthened and strengthened, fell upon a figure which could scarcely be recogn...

14. CHAPTER VIII.

Snugly ensconced in his own particular apartment, Mr. Granite had flung himself in post-prandial _abandon_ into his easiest of easy-chairs. Leisurely, and with the smack of a tr...

9. CHAPTER III.

Turn we now to the _highly-genteel_ establishment where Henry Travers and his young wife are now domiciliated, presided over by a little more than middle-aged, severe-looking pe...

11. CHAPTER V.

"What a dear, considerate, good-natured husband I have, to be sure! The proudest lady in the land can't be happier than I am in my humble house," said Polly, as she bustled abou...

12. CHAPTER VI.

At a splendid escritoir Mr. Granite sat, in his own room, surrounded by the luxurious appliances which wait upon wealth, however acquired. The face of the sitter is deadly pale,...

7. CHAPTER I.

In the private office of a first-class store sat two individuals, each thoroughly absorbed in his present employment, but with very different feelings for the work. One--it was...

10. CHAPTER IV.

It so happened that the very truckman who was sent to take Henry's trunks, was our friend Bobolink, who was plying in the vicinity, and as it was his first job, he was anxious e...