These with their master and mistress were the sole occupants of Lachine, for the Barclays had no children, nor was it usual for them to have resident visitors.
It is the supposed murder of Colonel Barclay, of the Royal Munsters, at Aldershot, which I am investigating.
It was commanded up to Monday night by James Barclay, a gallant veteran, who started as a full private, was raised to commissioned rank for his bravery at the time of the Mutiny, and so lived to command the regiment in which he had once carried a musket.
Colonel Barclay had married at the time when he was a sergeant, and his wife, whose maiden name was Miss Nancy Devoy, was the daughter of a former color-sergeant in the same corps.
On the whole, he thinks that Barclay's devotion to his wife was greater than his wife's to Barclay.
Colonel Barclay himself seems to have had some singular traits in his character.
Barclay was, it appears, a member of the Roman Catholic Church, and had interested herself very much in the establishment of the Guild of St.
They all agreed that only two voices were to be heard, those of Barclay and of his wife.
Barclay, denied having any knowledge of what it was which had caused the ill-humor in which her companion had returned.
Barclay left the house at half-past seven she was on good terms with her husband.
Barclay turned as white as death, and would have fallen down had the dreadful-looking creature not caught hold of her.
Peter Petrovich Konovnitsyn, like Dokhturov, seems to have been included merely for propriety's sake in the list of the so-called heroes of 1812- the Barclays
, Raevskis, Ermolovs, Platovs, and Miloradoviches.