Fardorougha, the Miser.
It was on one of those nights in August, when the
moon and stars shine through an atmosphere clear and
cloudless, with a mildness of lustre almost continental,
that a h...
William Carleton was a storyteller first and last. Unlike other Irish literary nationalists of the nineteenth century, he did not look for his true subject in the distant past--in nostalgia or in the ...