There was no authority for such a thing.

Had it been suffered to remain it would probably have been called "Trollope's folly!" Subsequently, but not immediately after we left it, the place--oddly enough I forget the name we gave it--became the property and the residence of my brother-in-law.
Of my life at Penrith I need add nothing to the jottings I have already placed before the reader on the occasion of my first visit to that place.
My brother, already a very different man from what he had been in London, came from his Irish district to visit us there; and I returned with him to Ireland, to his head-quarters at Banagher on the Shannon.
Neither of this journey need I say much.

For to all who know anything of Ireland at the present day--and who does not?
worse luck!--anything I might write would seem as _nihil ad rem_, as if I were writing of an island in the Pacific.

I remember a very vivid impression that occurred to me on first landing at Kingstown, and accompanied me during the whole of my stay in the island, to the effect, that the striking differences in everything that fell under my observation from what I had left behind me at Holyhead, were fully as great as any that had excited my interest when first landing in France.
One of my first visits was to my brother's chief.

He was a master of foxhounds and hunted the country.