Frank Thorpe Porter's book is a fascinating, horrifying, and at times hilarious document of life in Ireland during the late 18th and early 19th century. Porter's book is full of personal anecdotes about the cases he was involved in, and the people he knew around Dublin, Dun Laoghaire, and further afield. There's stories of people escaping from Death Row in Kilmainham gaol, professional beggars, lost diamonds, suave swindlers, drunken sailors, rebels, reunited lovers, she barracks, and much more. Thorpe is a convivial storyteller and relishes the opportunity of presenting these stories and tries to be as accurate as he can. Anyone who enjoys incredible real stories, Irish History, or criminal cases will find something to appreciate here.About BrambleHill Press: BrambleHill Press Limited has been set up to publish forgotten or neglected texts that we come across and feel are interesting, relevant, and should be much wider known. We take these texts and redesign them, adding footnotes, indexes, or other material that may help the reader.

Excerpt from Recollections of an Irish Police Magistrate and Other Reminiscenses of the South of Ireland A'r a moment when the horrors of agrarian outrage, 'and those of base assassination, threaten again to fill the South of Ireland with just terror - when not only has it been found necessary to send down a special commission to inspire terror and promptly bring the bloodthirsty offenders to justice; but, above all, when more than one grand jury have recorded their doubts respecting the efficiency of the present police system, it certainly cannot be an ill chosen opportunity to place before the public some accounts of those mis deeds which at a former period disgraced and paralysed the greater part of the province of Munster, and-which were then put down by the effective and strong exertions of the local magistrates, many of whom still live, and still possess the powers of their youth, powers which they would doubtless display, if properly called on to exhibit them. The gentlemen who now honourably hold the commission of the peace in Limerick, Clare, and Tip petary, are men of undoubted courage, energy, and intelligence. An appeal to them would at once arouse them and though (perhaps from personal attachment) I believe I never saw so clever, so wonderful an officer. 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 technology 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.

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Recollections of an Irish Police Magistrate reads like fiction. The people are larger than life, the events too unbelievable, but they're all true. Henry Robert Addison was there, he saw the dried blood and gore at the site of the Carrickshock massacre, the torch lit rebels roaming the countryside, he heard Daniel O'Connell's sonorous voice captivate crowds of thousands, he stood under the gallows as criminals were launched into eternity, he met both the famous and infamous of his day, and he recounts it all here. The Irish Police Magistrate of the title is Thomas Phillips Vokes; who was Addison's father-in-law, after he married his daughter Mary Vokes in 1828. Vokes was the Chief Police Magistrate of Limerick city and county from 1822 to his retirement in 1845. Voke's reads like a 80's action film hero. Singlehandedly taking on rebels with his formidable strength and cunning intelligence. Voke's fearlessly tracks down rebels, and murderers through bogs and mountains with nothing to protect himself with but a horsewhip. Vokes' life is constantly under threat because of how successful he is, he's said to have a charmed life and one would-be-assassin goes as far as casting silver bullets in the belief they will put an end to Vokes. Addison gets dragged along on these dangerous excursions and writes about them in an authentically engaging and descriptive manner. About the Author:Henry Robert Addison (1805-1876), sometimes erroneously called Captain Addison, was born in Calcutta. He became a cornet in the 2nd Dragoon Guards on 12 July 1827, and was promoted to lieutenant on 15 March 1831, which rank he held until 21 June 1833, when he was placed on half pay. He began writing for the stage in 1830 and was the author of about sixty dramas and farces. He was lessee of Queen's Theatre, London from August 1836 to 1837. He wrote many songs and articles in monthly magazines. He was author of about twelve novels and stories. He edited Who's Who from 1849 to 1850. He was special correspondent of a morning paper at the Paris exhibition in 1867. He was deputy chairman of London steamboat company. He died at Albion St., Hyde Park, London, on 24 June 1876, aged 71.