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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer is a novel written by Charles Lever. The book is a humorous and satirical account of the adventures of the title character, Harry Lorrequer, a young Irish officer in the British army. The story is set in the early 19th century and is told in the form of a series of confessions made by Lorrequer to his friend, the narrator of the story.The novel is divided into several chapters, each of which recounts a different episode in Lorrequer's life. These episodes include his experiences as a soldier in Spain during the Peninsular War, his travels in Europe, his romantic entanglements, and his encounters with various eccentric characters.Throughout the book, Lever employs a witty and irreverent tone, poking fun at the conventions of society and the military. The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer is also notable for its use of vernacular Irish English, which adds to the novel's charm and authenticity.Overall, The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer is a lively and entertaining work of fiction, offering a humorous and insightful look at life in early 19th century Ireland and Europe.I rambled through the streets for some hours, revolving such thoughts as pressed upon me involuntarily by all I saw. The same little grey homunculus that filled my ""prince's mixture"" years before, stood behind the counter at Lundy Foot's, weighing out rappee and high toast, just as I last saw him. The fat college porter, that I used to mistake in my school-boy days for the Provost, God forgive me!This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.