Felix O'Day is a Quixotic Irishman who sacrifices his title and fortune to save his father from disgrace. Then he has to come to New York to find his foolish young wife who has run away and who makes trouble all along the line. The scene is laid in New York. While Felix commands the entire sympathy of the reader and the special characters are clearly drawn, the book lacks the charm of many former works.
ur stone steps from the sidewalk, and the grog-shops--more's the pity-- one on every corner save Kling's.
Hardly a trace is now left of any one of them, so sudden and overwhelming has been the march of modern progress. Even the little Peter Cooper House, picked up bodily by that worthy philanthropist and set down here nearly a hundred years ago, is gone, and so are the row of musty, red-bricked houses at the lower end of this Little City in Itself. And so are the tenants of this musty old row, shady locksmiths with a tendency toward skeleton keys; ingenious upholsterers who indulged in paper-hanging on the sly; shoemakers who did half-soling and heeling, their day's work set to dry on the window-sill, not to mention those addicted to the use of the piano, banjo, or harp, as well as the wig and dress makers who lightened the general gloom.
And with the disappearance of these old landmarks-- and it all took place within less than ten years--there disappeared, also, the old family life of "The Aven