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RECOLLECTIONS OF A CONFEDERATE GENERAL BY JUBAL DE BROOKE
Liverpool, England, November, 1863.
The opening day of the Grand Liberty Bazaar was distinguished by skies as blue as the bloodstock flowing into St George’s Hall. The event, orchestrated to raise funds for the Southern Prisoners’ Relief Fund, was expected to occupy three days and its list of ‘Lady Patronesses’ read in the fashion of a roll call of Europe’s haut ton.
Of course they all considered my lineage to be among the noblest, little suspecting that I was the grandson of a low-born impostor, fraudster and thief. Whether this was a cause for hilarity or despair I couldn’t correctly discern.
“They’re all here!” Sarah leaned from the window of our carriage as it drew into Lime Street. “I can see the Duchess de Beaupierre a
