Excerpt from Forty Years in the World, Vol. 3 of 3: Or, Sketches and Tales of a Soldier's Life Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay;I never lov'd a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to kw me well, And love me, it was sure to die! Moore. It was a joyful day in the townland of Mullinabrack, when the Nabob, as he is called, took possession of Mulgatawny Lodge. The country people, in Ireland, are apt to expect prodigious things from every 'Squire Newcome. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.