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DUBCON, ANAL PLAY, SENSATION PLAY, BREATH PLAY, WAX PLAY, KNIFE PLAY, EXHIBITIONISM, VOYEURISM, ABO DYNAMICS, BITING, MARKING, NESTING, HURT/COMFORT, SA (NOT BY H)
CHAPTER 1
KTERROR.
It’s a nameless dread hovering on my lips. It’s in every ragged breath that seeps from my mouth in a silent, fervent prayer. However, there is no God here. There is no one able to hear the silent cries as they leak from my body, dissipating into the hot water surrounding me.
I claw and scratch at my skin, desperate to remove the trembling from my limbs. But it never goes away. It settles low in my gut where it takes on a life of its own, twisting and writhing deep inside, until I’m sure I’ll either pass out or upend the contents of my stomach from the intensity.
It’s not supposed to be like this. I was supposed to find a respectable place to hide out—a lady’s maid at best, a scullery maid at worst. My mind couldn’t even fathom something worse than a lowly maid meant to scrub pots and pans until their hands were cracked and bleeding.
But no.
By some sheer twist of fate, I dare not call it luck, I happened upon the one establishment a good, pure girl should never step foot into. I shouldn’t even so much as pass by, let alone dare to enter here. A brothel, a house of ill-repute, spoken about in hushed whispers but never brought out to the light of day.
Sinking lower into the water, I gather my arms about my waist, a paltry means of protection. Not that it really matters. In truth, it seems as if the women milling about have no care of who I am. They seem to ignore the obvious innocent in their midst, carrying on conversations that no lady should ever hear.
Though truth be told, I’m grateful for their prattling. It gives me an idea of just what I should say and how I should act if I’m going to stay here. Glancing back over at the pile of clothes left pitifully off to the side, the tremors start again. But this time, for a far different reason.
Closing my eyes, I dip under the hot water, allowing the warm waves to cover me, hide me. The letter that resides in the folds of my dress is the only thing I took with me when I fled. It’s that note which spells out my doom.
Not just mine, however. If it were only my life on the line, I could see fit to stand my ground, to fight the nameless threat head-on. But no. Whoever decided to threaten my life also threatened those of my mother and sister.
I have no earthly idea who it was that sent that note. The handwriting looked thick, masculine, and sinister, but gave me no clue as to the owner of the quill. In my gut, however, I worry it’s someone connected with the man I was destined to marry.
Before he swung for his crimes, Birchleigh never spoke much of his family. To my knowledge, his parents were dead, and he was the only child. No doubt his desperation to marry me, to keep to the
arrangement forged before I even knew of this man, was borne from his need for an heir.
Whatever his reasons, I did not care. He seemed like a kind man; one I could be content with. However, the moment he was executed, all of that became smoke drifting about on the wind.
Life carried on until the fateful day I found the letter. It wasn’t even delivered to me by the butler. No. It was outside, perched on the tree stump, where I enjoyed my moments of solitude.
This person knew me. He or she knew my habits, and that alone was enough to terrify me. But when they threatened my sister and my mother…
It’s for their sake that I ran. It’s for them I currently find myself in this den of iniquity. It’s for them I will play the role of a soiled dove, selling my soul so that theirs remain untarnished.
I lie there at the base of the tub, holding my breath as I beg for clarity to reign over my mind. But all too soon, strong hands grasp my arms, hauling me out. Sputtering, I flail about, my heart leaping into my throat. Though they feel far more feminine, there’s that constant dread that chokes me until I’m unable to breathe. Has my assailant found me so soon?
Part of me wishes to slip back into the water, to allow it to swallow me up, drowning my problems. It would be the easiest path, the one that would allow me to drift into oblivion. That is, if my pursuer chooses to not announce just where they found me.
But there’s no guarantee they will remain silent. If I’m dead, I cannot control the narrative. It leaves my family vulnerable to scandal. At that thought, I find I can no longer stay still.
As air fills my lungs in erratic gasps, I struggle, the water splashing about. But I no longer care if I mess up the room or not.
Though I thought the water would be a buffer, a way to slip free, I find the hands hold on even tighter.
Flailing about, I strike out as best as I can, fingers curled as my nails rake through the air. But it’s all for nothing. Soon, a stronger set, most definitely belonging to a large male, engulfs my wrists, holding them aloft. It’s then I realize not only am I naked, but two sets of eyes devour me hungrily.
“It is enough!” The low, feminine voice invades my mind, the barked command forcing my body to still.
An Alpha female? I've heard tales of them. However, they're so few and far between, it's as if they are a myth, spoken of in soft, reverent tones. But it’s the only explanation my brain can conjure for why the fight drains from me completely.
Until now, my father was the only one who could stop time with just a single command. His voice held some magical quality an Alpha’s command I learned later on. No one else had ever dared to order me in such a way, but I never forgot the forced helplessness I felt in those moments.
It’s the same powerlessness that swamps my senses, threatening to overwhelm me. And in that span of time, I almost revert to that repentant girl who would do anything to garner her father’s love and respect again. Only now, he’s nowhere in sight. It’s just a sternlooking woman and a fierce man who occupies the room.
Taking in a deep breath, I force my heart to settle. No doubt they can still hear the rapid staccato as it pulses out into the room, a beacon of my terror. If I am to stay here under the mercy of this strange female Alpha, I need to show myself competent, a worker of the night.
Though I have no direct form of reference, I conjure the girls and their prattling to mind. If I can just play a farce, act the part well
enough, perhaps she’ll let me stay. Besides, whoever wrote that note was certainly one of the educated Ton and not someone who would frequent a place such as this.
At least, that’s the lie I tell myself as I relax in the firm grip, pretending not to notice how the water drips down my breasts while he holds me taut. History tells me my delusions are just that. However, the comfort it gives me far surpasses any truth that threatens to turn my insides into water.
Hanging my head low, I give them a grand show of my submission. “Forgive me. I was startled.”
With a snap of the woman’s fingers, the man lets me go. As my body splashes back into the water, I long to curl into myself, to hide my body from their questing gazes. Although, based on what the others were saying, a whore wouldn’t care who saw what.
Besides, the way all of them paraded around, naked as you please, confirmed the lack of care in which they guarded their bodies. I have to be one of them. I have to act as if the sanctity of my body no longer rests in the hands of my husband… One I’ll never have after this.
But there’s no time to mourn what will or won’t be. My family is safe through my actions, and that’s all that matters. Again, I hazard a glance at my clothes, my heart clenching as I recount the secrets lying within the folds of fabric.
The woman follows my glance and snaps her fingers at the man again. Without even a word, he knows her command. It’s as if they’re in sync in some way that I cannot even understand or fathom. He takes the dress, now ripped and soiled from my nighttime excursion, and tosses it into the fire.
My heart stops for a moment as the last possession I own goes up in flames. The dress itself holds no real meaning or even tender
memories, but it’s the sense of finality as embers take hold of the fabric. Everything feels real now, inescapable.
Although, as painful as it is, I cannot help but feel a modicum of relief as the dress and contents catch flame and begin disintegrating into ash. It’s as if the threat in the letter no longer holds weight now that its destruction has begun. This woman has no clue what she’s done, but in my heart, I hold a modicum of gratitude for separating me from that vile missive.
“You didn’t think I’d employ you with such meager rags, did you? That is, ifI decide to keep you. You may fail me yet, and then what will you do? Tramp about London Square in just your skin? I think not. You better impress me, my dear.”
Impress her? But how? Again, that creeping sense of helplessness slithers through my body. I cannot help the panic that causes my heart to flail behind my breastbone. Surely, she hears it. The slight hint of a smile convinces me it must be true.
“While you’re under my roof, such rags will not be tolerated. You will, of course, be dressed in the finest silks, ones meant to show off your body. The patrons will expect nothing less of you. Come, step out of the tub so that I may see the body I wish to purchase. Entice me, girl, or I shall cast you back out into the elements with nary on your body except that which God has endowed you.”
Again, the terror I kept at bay by a tenuous thread comes back, infusing me with desperation. I can’t mess this up. I can’t have her toss me out. Willing myself to step out of the tub, I cast a haughty eye on the man in the room.
“Is he the one to determine if I’m fit or not?”
Lips sliding into an easy smile, the woman looks me up and down. “He is not the madame of this house. I am.”
Coldness fills my body as I stare at the formidable woman, the name from earlier flitting through my mind. “Madame Douler? That is, Madame… Pain?” I whisper the last word, the question slipping out in a reverent breath.
“That’s right. Jeremy said you spoke French.” Her lips thin for a moment before she barks an order at me, the words foreign to my ear for a moment before my brain translates them.
Breath stills in my chest as I hold up my arms, waiting for her to dry me off. Good thing I applied myself to my studies. Granted, it’s the owner of a brothel enjoying my hard work instead of the Ton as I’m flitted about from ball to ball.
She glances at me, pausing as she holds the linens up. There’s a twinkle in her eyes, one of knowing. Could she possibly recognize me? But that’s a ridiculous notion.
Since I never had a coming out, there’s only the slightest possibility that she recognizes me. But then, perhaps I smell enough like my family? I resist the urge to slide my hand up to my throat, settling for a slight twitching before I get myself back under control.
My mother made it no secret that my father slipped away most nights, bemoaning the fact that she never bore him sons. Perhaps he found his way here. It’s no far stretch of the imagination that this madame met his acquaintance and now knows I’m from an upperclass family.
My heart pounds behind my breastbone as we stare each other down. The letter made it perfectly clear I was to tell no one who I was or why I ran. My family would suffer from any lapse of judgment or loosening of my tongue.
And so I stand there, water sluicing down my body as I wait for this Madame Pain to pass judgment. To think that she holds my future in her hands and could end me with just a word.
But she remains silent. If she does indeed recognize me, she makes no mention of it. Grateful, I nearly sag in relief. It’s by sheer will that I stand there and allow her to towel me down.
Not even my lady’s maid accosted me in such a manner. She would merely hold out the linens and help me wrap them before leaving. But Madame Douler holds no such propriety.
Her hands skim my body as she runs the fabric over my skin. Hardly any place is left untouched. My cheeks grow warm as she pulls back, leaving me naked once more in front of them.
“Go have Jeremy fetch the crimson and gold gown. I do believe this little strumpet will look most fetching in it.” She waits for him to leave before casting her watchful eye on me once more. “If you are going to work as one of my girls, I will know everything about you. Where was your place of employment before this?”
“I-” Faltering, I look at the ground, unsure of what to say.
I have no knowledge of what happens at places such as these and certainly no locations I can conjure to mind. Wracking my brain, I dissect every word spoken between my parents, hoping to glean something that could help me.
“The Gilded Garden,” I finally blurt out, praying that perhaps my father visited there for acts other than looking at flowers.
It must be, though, for I recall in vivid detail begging Mama to let me see the gardens. At the time, her expression and sharp words made no sense to me. They pierced my heart, forcing me to sob until she held me. Tears streamed down her cheeks as well, coating the top of my head.
My younger, far more naïve self, thought she felt wretched for the tone she took with me. Now, looking upon it with the veil lifted from my eyes, she more than likely was crying because her heart
was breaking. There was no way for them to be a love match if my father was about seeking the attention of ones in a brothel.
She spoke very little to me of what happened between a man and a woman, but there was no hiding the mark that marred her neck and shoulder. A mark borne of true love. And yet, somehow, this magical mark in all its dubious properties wasn’t enough to keep my father tethered at home where he belonged.
From my understanding, once a person is marked, they’re tied to the other for life. Eternity. From the moment I learned of it, girlish fantasies and notions assailed my mind, conjuring my own marriage and consequent mark. But as time went on, I saw the truth for myself.
Nothing can tie another person if it’s not their desire. As much as my mother did her best, Father always left. It dashed any remaining dreams I had for a love match. If they couldn’t make it, how could I?
Nodding, I lower my lashes. “The Gilded Garden,” I repeat, shame flooding through my body at the secret I harbor deep in my soul.
Madame Douler’s eyes narrow into slits as she pulls back from me. Blast. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps I truly don’t know anything.
“The Gilded Garden. You’re sure?” Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nod my head. “Then I must have a prize indeed if you left their employ to seek mine. Tell me, are you well versed in the art of being a pleasure slave then?”
“One of the best. Men would drop no small amounts of coin for a taste of my quim.” I keep my exterior calm, collected, but inside, I long to scream out that I know nothing.
I’m as innocent as they come. The only thing I know about men are things I gathered from the girls as they spoke openly about their
conquests. In truth, however, one day is certainly not enough time to learn what is needed.
There’s something in the madame’s eyes as she looks me over, a possible knowing. But then, if she knew who I was, surely we wouldn’t play this farce. Again, I question everything as a slight smile tilts her lips.
This is a place of employment, despite how demeaning it is. More than likely, she’s more concerned about the coin than my parentage. If I were in her place, I’d want to ensure no young upstart cost me any more than they had to.
“We shall see,” she murmurs, gliding over to me. “All my girls are the best at what they do. You’ll have to work hard to keep up with them. I will allow you on for a trial basis, but mark my words, you will be no use to me if you cannot keep up with the high demands of this establishment. Now then, lie over here on this table and I will examine you.”
CHAPTER 2
KEXAMINE ME? Is the madame a physician as well as the owner of a brothel? It would make sense to have someone on hand for emergencies; however, I have never heard of a woman being allowed in the hallowed halls of medicine, much less one who owns such an establishment as this.
My heart races as I lie down and slide my fingers over my stomach to clasp them, as if in prayer. It’s the only thing that keeps my hands from sliding either up or down to cover unmentionable parts of my anatomy. More than likely, it would give me away that I was an innocent and not some grand whore as I purport myself to be.
Willing calming breaths, I think about the last time I was forced to be examined. Though it was more for my lungs than anything to do with my body. And I remained in my night rail to keep covered as the kindly gentleman looked me over.
It was nothing like this. I was home, safe, warm in my bed with my mother and sister next to me. Here, I’m alone, naked, without
any sort of friend or comfort to see me through.
Tears threaten to prick my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I chose this path. I can’t protect my family and yet fall apart at the first sign of discomfort. And so, I force my mind to leave the scene set before me and onto brighter, happier memories.
But, no matter what, I’m unable to keep things separated as the female Alpha skims her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, dipping down to cup my breasts. Haggard breaths slip past my lips as her thumbs brush against the taut peaks of my nipples, stirring a sensation in me I’ve never felt before.
“Ahh,” she whispers, bending low enough that her lips skim my ears. “So you like the touch of another woman. Good. Our men occasionally love a good show of flesh as women please each other.” She pulls away as my mind reels, attempting to make sense of her strange speech. “Spread your legs.”
“My- My what?” I glance up at her, my stomach coiling into knots.
“You heard me,” she growls, loosening every bone, every muscle in my body until my knees part of their own accord. “Next time, obey me the first instant, or you will suffer the consequences.”
Bending down between my thighs, she plucks and prods, sliding her thumbs up and down my womanhood, spreading me open to her questing gaze. Heat engulfs my face as I pray for the ground to open and swallow me.
She touches me in a way that no one ever has. I haven’t been so bold, even when cleaning. But the things she does send jolts of pleasure through me until I nearly bow up with want.
“Such a responsive little thing. Surprising that you haven’t lost your sensation, seeing as you are such the accomplished whore.”
Her words shame me, reminding me of my place now. It’s an occupation I never dreamt I’d work at, but here, now, with her fingers sliding into my opening, I can’t help the sob that catches in my throat.
Suddenly, she stills, pulling her fingers back as she spears me with a fierce glare. “You liar,” she spits out. “You’ve never even known a man.”
“I- How?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? That I was born just yesterday?” Standing, she makes her way over to a basin to cleanse her fingers from my body, shaking her head as she paces. “I knew something just wasn’t right about your story. Not when you mentioned The Gilded Garden.”
“I did-”
She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “It’s a molly house, a place where men enjoy the company of men, you twit. Now tell me the truth. Why would you let me send you out there, a virgin, when I could have made far more money from auctioning off that bit of flesh that proves you’re innocent?”
I have no answers for her. Not right away, at least. I can’t tell her why I ran. I can’t tell anyone. And so, I craft a tale in my mind, something that might be believable.
“My father died, and I was his only child. Left with nothing, I had to find a way to make it in this world. I- I had no other recourse. If I had known my maidenhead would fetch a higher price, I wouldn’t have kept it from you. In truth, I’m more concerned about a place to sleep than what my body can earn.”
It’s mostly true, at least. Perhaps that’s why her face softens as she reaches out to stroke my cheek. “You poor, naïve girl. If you had
but told me from the beginning. Come. Let us prepare you for your coming out.”
“But I am already eighteen. Should I not have had my coming out weeks or months ago?”
Madame Douler throws her head back and laughs, the tinkling sound dripping onto my skin like rain. “I’m sure one of your stature wouldn’t have had a proper coming out anyhow. Think of this as your introduction to the dark side of society. Now, turn over onto your hands and knees so I can finish my inspection of you.”
Shame licks at my face, flooding my cheeks with a heat that rivals that of hell. Once more, she skims her hands over my body, touching whatever she pleases. A strange liquid gathers in between my thighs, growing as she boldly touches my back entrance.
“I see no marks or blemishes on you. A rare find for someone of your station.”
I bite my tongue, refusing to allow my noble birth to pass from my lips. She needs to think of me as no one—a simple girl of simple means. Rising, I eye the towel, desperately wishing to wrap myself in it, to cover my nakedness.
Walking over, Madame Douler slides her finger under my chin and forces my gaze up to hers. “This isn’t a charity. Despite how lucky I am to have you crawl onto my doorstep, there are bills to be paid. You will accommodate the men, allowing them to do all manner of licentious things to this lithe body of yours. Perform well, and your debts to me for taking you in will be paid off quickly.”
“I will do my best.” Head hanging low, I cover my breasts with my hair, forming a protective curtain around me.
But she doesn’t even allow that. “Your first time will no doubt be gentle. I’ll pass the bids amongst the men that have the least amount of violence in their souls. But after that, you will take your
place with the other girls. Listen to them. They will help guide you. The more you fight against it, the harder it will be for you.”
Glancing over at the door, I watch as it opens, revealing the man who found me on the doorstep. A lush gown overflows in his arms, looking like blood spilling out from his body. I gulp, resisting the urge again to hide myself. Besides, more men than him will see it at some point. Seeing as this is better than the alternative, I might as well get used to it.
Off to the side, my old dress burns cheerfully in the fireplace. It reminds me that the person I once was, the daughter of an esteemed earl, one who was set to marry a duke, is now a common whore. I tip my head back, daring to send a prayer up to the heavens.
Hopefully, this will be enough to keep my family safe. As loath as I am to sell my body to men who frequent this establishment, I at least can lie to myself and say it’s for the greater good. Besides, the one who hunts me wouldn’t step foot in a place like this. Would they?
A STRANGE SCENT peppers the air as I drift down the stairs and into the fray. It’s musky and yet has a thread of sweetness interspersed. Granted, I’m unable to tell one scent from another, seeing as so many men, a mix of both Alphas and betas, mill about the room. Their musk invades my nose, filling my head until my vision swims. Until now, the only scents I had to abide were those of my
father and my betrothed. I feel so unprepared for the assault on my senses.
My insides clench as I drag the unfamiliar cacophony of aromas through my nose, savoring each one. Just like with perfume, there seem to be brighter notes and darker ones. Between my thighs, I throb and ache, the sensation just as unfamiliar as the overwhelming abundance of males.
I stand there at the base of the steps, unsure of what to do. From my instructions, I’m supposed to allow the men to look upon me, and yet, I find that I’m rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Truthfully, I might not have to, seeing as the men themselves seem drawn to me.
They pass by the stairs, each of them regarding me with curious eyes. I shouldn’t like the attention, but as someone not even afforded a proper coming out due to the prearranged marriage, it feels nice to be looked over.
Eyes dart my way, some covered up by masks and others a blank face. I don’t recognize anyone. Relief floods me as I realize I am indeed safe here. I know no one, and so far, no one seems to know me. That is, from the faces I can see, at least. Those that are concealed remain a mystery, a wild card that threatens to squash the joy and transform it back into fear.
Pushing away from the shelter of the railings, I force myself to mingle with these strangers, taking in their curious stares. Though no one physically touches me, their gazes feel heavy on my skin, like a brand that marks my body. My mind is a maelstrom of emotions, most of them vile thoughts cast at myself.
The blatant admiration of the men, while they stare at my body, makes me push aside the horrid thoughts in my mind. The chiding and rebukes drop away as they gaze at me, their eyes following
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Cornets —James Delancey
Cornets. James Delancey
John Lane
Edward Wrixon
Charles White
Bartholomew Thomas
Frederick Geale
Thomas Lahiff
James Butler
(Staff as in 1805)
Agents.—Messrs. Arnutt & Brough, Dublin
1807
Colonel.—Oliver Delancey
Lieut.-Colonels.—Hon. H. G. Grey
Evan Lloyd
Majors.—Henry Loftus
Lynch Cotton
Captains.—Oswald Werge
Edward Wilson
John Daniell
William B. Laird
David Supple
Philip Teesdale
James Hellings
P. K. Roche
F. D. Bacon
Archibald Ross
Lieutenants.—Jonathan Willington
William Roycraft
Edmund Safferey
William Brown
Hon. John Jones
William D’Arcy
Ralph Lawrenson
James Read
Henry Walker
John Burton
John Burton
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
John Blake
James Delancey
Cornets.—John Lane
Edward Wrixon
Bartholomew Thomas
Frederick Geale
Thomas Lahiff
James Butler
G. W. R. Lewin
Paymaster.—James Byrne
Adjutant.—William Roycraft
Surgeon.—James Anderson
Assistant-Surgeons.—James Tilt —— Howship
Vet. Surg.—Edward Coleman
1808
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Colonels.—Hon. H. G. Grey
Evan Lloyd
Majors.—Henry Loftus
Lynch Cotton
Captains.—Oswald Werge
Edward Wilson
John Daniell
William B. Laird
David Supple
Philip Teesdale
P. K. Roche
Francis D. Bacon
Archibald Ross
Jonathan Willington
Lieutenants William Roycraft
Lieutenants.—William Roycraft
Edmund Safferey
William Brown
Hon. John Jones
William D’Arcy
J. R. L. Lloyd
Robert D’Arcy
William Moray
James Read
Henry Walker
John Burton
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
John Blake
James de Lancey
John Lane
Cornets.—Edward Wrixon
Bartholomew Thomas
Frederick Geale
Thomas Lahiff
James Butler
G. W. R. Lewin
Paymaster.—(Vacant)
Adjutant.—William Roycraft
Surgeon.—James Anderson
Assistant-Surgeons.—Samuel Tilt —— Howship
Vet. Surg.—Edward Coleman
1809
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Colonels.—Hon. H. G. Grey
Evan Lloyd
Majors.—Henry Loftus
Lynch Cotton
Captains Oswald Werge
Captains.—Oswald Werge
David Supple
Philip Teesdale
Jonathan Willington
James Grant
George John Sale
William Moray
Henry Yonge
Thomas Forster
Henry Walker
William Roycraft
Lieutenants.—Edmund Safferey
William Brown
Hon. John Jones
J. R. L. Lloyd
James Read
John Burton
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
Thomas Lahiff
Edward Wrixon
G. W. Wallace
John Brackenbury
H. E. Lynch
John D’Arcy
—— Johnson
William Gale
Cornets.—G. W. R. Lewin
James Tomkinson
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
William Henry Robinson
Paymaster.—Robert Harman
Adjutant.—William Gale
Surgeon.—William King
Assistant-Surgeons.—John White
David Christie
Vet. Surg.—Edward Coleman
1810
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Colonels.—Hon. H. G. Grey
Evan Lloyd
Majors.—Oswald Werge
Charles Morland
Captains.—David Supple
Philip Teesdale
Jonathan Willington
James Grant
George John Sale
William Moray
Henry Yonge
Thomas Forster
Henry Walker
William Roycraft
James Conran
Lieutenants.—Edmund Safferey
William Brown
Hon. John Jones
James Read
John Burton
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
Thomas Lahiff
Edward Wrixon
John Brackenbury
H. E. Lynch
John D’Arcy —— Johnson
William Gale
James Tomkinson
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
W. H. Robinson
F. W. Hutchinson
Cornets.—Thomas Kendall
Fran. Curtayne
Robert Willington
William Daniel
John Smith
J. M’Keale Anderson
Paymaster —Robert Harman
Adjutant.—William Gale
Surgeon.—William King
Assistant-Surgeons.—John White
David Christie
Veterinary Surgeon.—Edward Coleman
1811
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Colonels.—Hon. H. G. Grey
Evan Lloyd
William Carden
Majors.—Oswald Werge
Nathan Wilson
Captains.—David Supple
Philip Teesdale
Jonathan Willington
James Grant
G. J. Sale
William Moray
Henry Walker
William Roycraft
James Conran
William Brown
David M’Neale
Lieutenants.—Edmund Safferey Hon. John Jones
John Burton
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
Thomas Lahiff
Edward Wrixon
John Brackenbury
H.E. Lynch
John D’Arcy
William Gale
—— Johnson
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
W. H. Robinson
Charles B. Sale
F. W. Hutchinson
Robert Coulthard
F. E. Cawne
John Smith
Thomas Kendall
Fran. Curtayne
Cornets.—Robert Willington
William Daniel
Henry Bond
J. M’Keale Anderson
Benjamin Astley
Isidore Blake
James Cockburn
Fra. Haworth
Paymaster.—Robert Harman
Adjutant.—William Gale
Quartermaster.—Thomas Carson
Surgeon.—William King
Assistant-Surgeons.—John White
David Christie
Veterinary Surgeon.—Edward Coleman
1812
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Colonels.—Hon. H. G. Grey
Evan Lloyd
William Carden
Majors.—Oswald Werge
Nathan Wilson
Captains.—David Supple
Philip Teesdale
Jonathan Willington
James Grant
George John Sale
William Moray
Henry Walker
William Roycraft
William Brown
Daniel M’Neale
John Burton
Lieutenants.—Hon. John Jones
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
Thomas Lahiff
Edward Wrixon
John Brackenbury
H. E. Lynch
John Darcy
William Gale
—— Johnson
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
W. H. Robinson
C. B. Sale
F. W. Hutchinson
Robert Coulthard
F. E. Cawne
J h S ith
John Smith
Thomas Kendall
Fran. Curtayne
James Cockburn
Robert Willington
Cornets.—William Daniel
J. M’K. Anderson
Benjamin Astley
Isidore Blake
Fran. Haworth
—— Carew
Samuel Orr
William MacFarlane
Samuel Enderby
Paymaster.—Robert Harman
Adjutant.—William Gale
Quartermaster.—Thomas Carson
Surgeon.—William King
Assistant-Surgeons.—John White
David Christie
Vet. Surgeon.—Edward Coleman
1813
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Cols.—Evan Lloyd
William Carden
Hon. Lincoln Stanhope
Majors.—Oswald Werge
Nathan Wilson
Captains.—David Supple
Philip Teesdale
Jonathan Willington
James Grant
George Jno. Sale
William Moray
Henry Walker
Willi R ft
William Roycraft
William Brown
Daniel M’Neale
Jno. Burton
Lieutenants.—Hon. John Jones
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
Thomas Lahiff
Edward Wrixon
John Brackenbury
Henry Edward Lynch
John D’Arcy
—— Johnson
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
W. H. Robinson
Charles Byrne Sale
F. W. Hutchinson
Robert Coulthard
F. E. Cawne
Fran. Curtayne
James Cockburn
Robert Willington
William Daniel
Henry Bond
Francis Haworth
Cornets.—J. M’Keale Anderson
Benjamin Astley
Isidore Blake
H. Carew
William MacFarlane
John Marks
Richard Willington
Paymaster.—Robert Harman
Adjutant.—John Marks
Quartermaster.—Thomas Carson
Surgeon.—William King
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Assistant-Surgeon.—John Lorimer Vet. Surgeon.—Edward Coleman
1814
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey Lieut.-Colonels.—Evan Lloyd
William Carden
Hon. L. Stanhope Majors.—Oswald Werge
Nathan Wilson
Captains.—David Supple
Jonathan Willington
George John Sale
William Moray
Henry Walker
William Roycraft
Daniel M’Neale
James Burton
Hugh Percy Davidson
Hon. Leicester Stanhope
John Atkins
Lieutenants.—Hon. John Jones
Frederick Willoe
Charles Johnson
Benjamin Adams
Edward Wrixon
John Brackenbury
John D’Arcy
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
William H. Robinson
Charles Byrne Sale
F. W. Hutchinson
Robert Coulthard
F. E. Cawne
Francis Curtayne
Francis Curtayne
James Cockburn
Robert Wellington
William Daniel
Henry Bond
Francis Haworth
John Fraser
J. M’Keale Anderson
Benjamin Astley
Cornets.—Isidore Blake
H. Carew
W. MacFarlane
John Marks
Richard Willington
John Tomlinson
Thomas Hurring
William Gibson Peat
Oliver Delancey
Paymaster.—Robert Harman
Adjutant.—John Marks
Quartermaster.—Thomas Carson
Surgeon.—Alexander Young
Asst.-Surgeons.—John Lorimer
Eugene M’Swiney
Vet. Surgeon.—Edward Coleman 1815
Colonel.—Oliver de Lancey
Lieut.-Cols.—Evan Lloyd
William Carden
Hon. Lincoln Stanhope
Majors.—Oswald Werge
Nathan Wilson
Captains.—David Supple
Jonathan Willington
George John Sale
William Moray
William Moray
Henry Walker
Daniel M’Neale
Hugh Percy Davidson
Hon. Leicester Stanhope
John Atkins
T. Perrouet Thompson
Joseph Smyth
Lieutenants.—Benjamin Adams
John Brackenbury
John D’Arcy
Michael Ryan
Joseph Budden
W. Henry Robinson
Charles Byrne Sale
F. W. Hutchinson
Robert Coulthard
Francis Curtayne
James Cockburn
Robert Willington
William Daniel
Henry Bond
Francis Haworth
Benjamin Astley
T. Ramsay Wharton
George Daun
C. G. A. Skinner
Isidore Blake
W. Hackett
Cornets.—H. Carew
William M’Farlane
Richard Willington
John Tomlinson
Thomas Hurring
W. Gibson Peat
Oliver de Lancey
William Potts
George Clarke
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