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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Fatal Boots + +Author: William Makepeace Thackeray + +Release Date: May 27, 2006 [EBook #2844] +Last Updated: March 5, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FATAL BOOTS *** + + + + +Produced by Donald Lainson; David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE FATAL BOOTS. + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + by William Makepeace Thackeray + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Contents + </h2> + <table summary=""> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> <big><b>THE FATAL BOOTS</b></big> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> JANUARY.—THE BIRTH OF THE YEAR. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> FEBRUARY.—CUTTING WEATHER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> MARCH.—SHOWERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> APRIL.—FOOLING. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> MAY.—RESTORATION DAY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> JUNE.—MARROWBONES AND CLEAVERS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> JULY.—SUMMARY PROCEEDINGS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> AUGUST.—DOGS HAVE THEIR DAYS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> SEPTEMBER.—PLUCKING A GOOSE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> OCTOBER.—MARS AND VENUS IN + OPPOSITION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> NOVEMBER.—A GENERAL POST DELIVERY. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> DECEMBER.—“THE WINTER OF OUR + DISCONTENT.” </a> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE FATAL BOOTS + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + JANUARY.—THE BIRTH OF THE YEAR. + </h2> + <p> + Some poet has observed, that if any man would write down what has really + happened to him in this mortal life, he would be sure to make a good book, + though he never had met with a single adventure from his birth to his + burial. How much more, then, must I, who HAVE had adventures, most + singular, pathetic, and unparalleled, be able to compile an instructive + and entertaining volume for the use of the public. + </p> + <p> + I don't mean to say that I have killed lions, or seen the wonders of + travel in the deserts of Arabia or Prussia; or that I have been a very + fashionable character, living with dukes and peeresses, and writing my + recollections of them, as the way now is. I never left this my native + isle, nor spoke to a lord (except an Irish one, who had rooms in our + house, and forgot to pay three weeks' lodging and extras); but, as our + immortal bard observes, I have in the course of my existence been so eaten + up by the slugs and harrows of outrageous fortune, and have been the + object of such continual and extraordinary ill-luck, that I believe it + would melt the heart of a milestone to read of it—that is, if a + milestone had a heart of anything but stone. + </p> + <p> + Twelve of my adventures, suitable for meditation and perusal during the + twelve months of the year, have been arranged by me for this work. They + contain a part of the history of a great, and, confidently I may say, a + GOOD man. I was not a spendthrift like other men. I never wronged any man + of a shilling, though I am as sharp a fellow at a bargain as any in + Europe. I never injured a fellow-creature; on the contrary, on several + occasions, when injured myself, have shown the most wonderful forbearance. + I come of a tolerably good family; and yet, born to wealth—of an + inoffensive disposition, careful of the money that I had, and eager to get + more,—I have been going down hill ever since my journey of life + began, and have been pursued by a complication of misfortunes such as + surely never happened to any man but the unhappy Bob Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + Bob Stubbs is my name; and I haven't got a shilling: I have borne the + commission of lieutenant in the service of King George, and am NOW—but + never mind what I am now, for the public will know in a few pages more. My + father was of the Suffolk Stubbses—a well-to-do gentleman of Bungay. + My grandfather had been a respected attorney in that town, and left my + papa a pretty little fortune. I was thus the inheritor of competence, and + ought to be at this moment a gentleman. + </p> + <p> + My misfortunes may be said to have commenced about a year before my birth, + when my papa, a young fellow pretending to study the law in London, fell + madly in love with Miss Smith, the daughter of a tradesman, who did not + give her a sixpence, and afterwards became bankrupt. My papa married this + Miss Smith, and carried her off to the country, where I was born, in an + evil hour for me. + </p> + <p> + Were I to attempt to describe my early years, you would laugh at me as an + impostor; but the following letter from mamma to a friend, after her + marriage, will pretty well show you what a poor foolish creature she was; + and what a reckless extravagant fellow was my other unfortunate parent:— + </p> + <p> + “TO MISS ELIZA KICKS, IN GRACECHURCH STREET, LONDON. + </p> + <p> + “OH, ELIZA! your Susan is the happiest girl under heaven! My Thomas is an + angel! not a tall grenadier-like looking fellow, such as I always vowed I + would marry:—on the contrary, he is what the world would call dumpy, + and I hesitate not to confess, that his eyes have a cast in them. But what + then? when one of his eyes is fixed on me, and one on my babe, they are + lighted up with an affection which my pen cannot describe, and which, + certainly, was never bestowed upon any woman so strongly as upon your + happy Susan Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “When he comes home from shooting, or the farm, if you COULD see dear + Thomas with me and our dear little Bob! as I sit on one knee, and baby on + the other, and as he dances us both about. I often wish that we had Sir + Joshua, or some great painter, to depict the group; for sure it is the + prettiest picture in the whole world, to see three such loving merry + people. + </p> + <p> + “Dear baby is the most lovely little creature that CAN POSSIBLY BE,—the + very IMAGE of papa; he is cutting his teeth, and the delight of EVERYBODY. + Nurse says that, when he is older he will get rid of his squint, and his + hair will get a GREAT DEAL less red. Doctor Bates is as kind, and skilful, + and attentive as we could desire. Think what a blessing to have had him! + Ever since poor baby's birth, it has never had a day of quiet; and he has + been obliged to give it from three to four doses every week;—how + thankful ought we to be that the DEAR THING is as well as it is! It got + through the measles wonderfully; then it had a little rash; and then a + nasty hooping-cough; and then a fever, and continual pains in its poor + little stomach, crying, poor dear child, from morning till night. + </p> + <p> + “But dear Tom is an excellent nurse; and many and many a night has he had + no sleep, dear man! in consequence of the poor little baby. He walks up + and down with it FOR HOURS, singing a kind of song (dear fellow, he has no + more voice than a tea-kettle), and bobbing his head backwards and + forwards, and looking, in his nightcap and dressing-gown, SO DROLL. Oh, + Eliza! how you would laugh to see him. + </p> + <p> + “We have one of the best nursemaids IN THE WORLD,—an Irishwoman, who + is as fond of baby almost as his mother (but that can NEVER BE). She takes + it to walk in the park for hours together, and I really don't know why + Thomas dislikes her. He says she is tipsy, very often, and slovenly, which + I cannot conceive;—to be sure, the nurse is sadly dirty, and + sometimes smells very strong of gin. + </p> + <p> + “But what of that?—these little drawbacks only make home more + pleasant. When one thinks how many mothers have NO nursemaids: how many + poor dear children have no doctors: ought we not to be thankful for Mary + Malowney, and that Dr. Bates's bill is forty-seven pounds? How ill must + dear baby have been, to require so much physic! + </p> + <p> + “But they are a sad expense, these dear babies, after all. Fancy, Eliza, + how much this Mary Malowney costs us. Ten shillings every week; a glass of + brandy or gin at dinner; three pint-bottles of Mr. Thrale's best porter + every day,—making twenty-one in a week, and nine hundred and ninety + in the eleven months she has been with us. Then, for baby, there is Dr. + Bates's bill of forty-five guineas, two guineas for christening, twenty + for a grand christening supper and ball (rich uncle John mortally offended + because he was made godfather, and had to give baby a silver cup: he has + struck Thomas out of his will: and old Mr. Firkin quite as much hurt + because he was NOT asked: he will not speak to me or Thomas in + consequence) twenty guineas for flannels, laces, little gowns, caps, + napkins, and such baby's ware: and all this out of 300L. a year! But + Thomas expects to make A GREAT DEAL by his farm. + </p> + <p> + “We have got the most charming country-house YOU CAN IMAGINE: it is QUITE + SHUT IN by trees, and so retired that, though only thirty miles from + London, the post comes to us but once a week. The roads, it must be + confessed, are execrable; it is winter now, and we are up to our knees in + mud and snow. But oh, Eliza! how happy we are: with Thomas (he has had a + sad attack of rheumatism, dear man!) and little Bobby, and our kind friend + Dr. Bates, who comes so far to see us, I leave you to fancy that we have a + charming merry party, and do not care for all the gayeties of Ranelagh. + </p> + <p> + “Adieu! dear baby is crying for his mamma. A thousand kisses from your + affectionate + </p> + <p> + “SUSAN STUBBS.” + </p> + <p> + There it is! Doctor's bills, gentleman-farming, twenty-one pints of porter + a week. In this way my unnatural parents were already robbing me of my + property. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + FEBRUARY.—CUTTING WEATHER. + </h2> + <p> + I have called this chapter “cutting weather,” partly in compliment to the + month of February, and partly in respect of my own misfortunes, which you + are going to read about. For I have often thought that January (which is + mostly twelfth-cake and holiday time) is like the first four or five years + of a little boy's life; then comes dismal February, and the working-days + with it, when chaps begin to look out for themselves, after the Christmas + and the New Year's heyday and merrymaking are over, which our infancy may + well be said to be. Well can I recollect that bitter first of February, + when I first launched out into the world and appeared at Doctor + Swishtail's academy. + </p> + <p> + I began at school that life of prudence and economy which I have carried + on ever since. My mother gave me eighteenpence on setting out (poor soul! + I thought her heart would break as she kissed me, and bade God bless me); + and, besides, I had a small capital of my own which I had amassed for a + year previous. I'll tell you, what I used to do. Wherever I saw six + halfpence I took one. If it was asked for I said I had taken it and gave + it back;—if it was not missed, I said nothing about it, as why + should I?—those who don't miss their money, don't lose their money. + So I had a little private fortune of three shillings, besides mother's + eighteenpence. At school they called me the copper-merchant, I had such + lots of it. + </p> + <p> + Now, even at a preparatory school, a well-regulated boy may better + himself: and I can tell you I did. I never was in any quarrels: I never + was very high in the class or very low: but there was no chap so much + respected:—and why? I'D ALWAYS MONEY. The other boys spent all + theirs in the first day or two, and they gave me plenty of cakes and + barley-sugar then, I can tell you. I'd no need to spend my own money, for + they would insist upon treating me. Well, in a week, when theirs was gone, + and they had but their threepence a week to look to for the rest of the + half-year, what did I do? Why, I am proud to say that three-halfpence out + of the threepence a week of almost all the young gentlemen at Dr. + Swishtail's, came into my pocket. Suppose, for instance, Tom Hicks wanted + a slice of gingerbread, who had the money? Little Bob Stubbs, to be sure. + “Hicks,” I used to say, “I'LL buy you three halfp'orth of gingerbread, if + you'll give me threepence next Saturday.” And he agreed; and next Saturday + came, and he very often could not pay me more than three-halfpence. Then + there was the threepence I was to have THE NEXT Saturday. I'll tell you + what I did for a whole half-year:—I lent a chap, by the name of Dick + Bunting, three-halfpence the first Saturday for three-pence the next: he + could not pay me more than half when Saturday came, and I'm blest if I did + not make him pay me three-halfpence FOR THREE-AND-TWENTY WEEKS RUNNING, + making two shillings and tenpence-halfpenny. But he was a sad dishonorable + fellow, Dick Bunting; for after I'd been so kind to him, and let him off + for three-and-twenty-weeks the money he owed me, holidays came, and + threepence he owed me still. Well, according to the common principles of + practice, after six-weeks' holidays, he ought to have paid me exactly + sixteen shillings, which was my due. For the + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + First week the 3d. would be 6d. | Fourth week . . . . . 4s. + Second week . . . . . 1s. | Fifth week . . . . . 8s. + Third week . . . . . 2s. | Sixth week . . . . . 16s. +</pre> + <p> + Nothing could be more just; and yet—will it be believed? when + Bunting came back he offered me THREE-HALFPENCE! the mean, dishonest + scoundrel. + </p> + <p> + However, I was even with him, I can tell you.—He spent all his money + in a fortnight, and THEN I screwed him down! I made him, besides giving me + a penny for a penny, pay me a quarter of his bread and butter at breakfast + and a quarter of his cheese at supper; and before the half-year was out, I + got from him a silver fruit-knife, a box of compasses, and a very pretty + silver-laced waistcoat, in which I went home as proud as a king: and, + what's more, I had no less than three golden guineas in the pocket of it, + besides fifteen shillings, the knife, and a brass bottle-screw, which I + got from another chap. It wasn't bad interest for twelve shillings—which + was all the money I'd had in the year—was it? Heigho! I've often + wished that I could get such a chance again in this wicked world; but men + are more avaricious now than they used to be in those dear early days. + </p> + <p> + Well, I went home in my new waistcoat as fine as a peacock; and when I + gave the bottle-screw to my father, begging him to take it as a token of + my affection for him, my dear mother burst into such a fit of tears as I + never saw, and kissed and hugged me fit to smother me. “Bless him, bless + him,” says she, “to think of his old father. And where did you purchase + it, Bob?”—“Why, mother,” says I, “I purchased it out of my savings” + (which was as true as the gospel).—When I said this, mother looked + round to father, smiling, although she had tears in her eyes, and she took + his hand, and with her other hand drew me to her. “Is he not a noble boy?” + says she to my father: “and only nine years old!”—“Faith,” says my + father, “he IS a good lad, Susan. Thank thee, my boy: and here is a + crown-piece in return for thy bottle-screw—it shall open us a bottle + of the very best too,” says my father. And he kept his word. I always was + fond of good wine (though never, from a motive of proper self-denial, + having any in my cellar); and, by Jupiter! on this night I had my little + skinful,—for there was no stinting,—so pleased were my dear + parents with the bottle-screw. The best of it was, it only cost me + threepence originally, which a chap could not pay me. + </p> + <p> + Seeing this game was such a good one, I became very generous towards my + parents; and a capital way it is to encourage liberality in children. I + gave mamma a very neat brass thimble, and she gave me a half-guinea piece. + Then I gave her a very pretty needle-book, which I made myself with an ace + of spades from a new pack of cards we had, and I got Sally, our maid, to + cover it with a bit of pink satin her mistress had given her; and I made + the leaves of the book, which I vandyked very nicely, out of a piece of + flannel I had had round my neck for a sore throat. It smelt a little of + hartshorn, but it was a beautiful needle-book; and mamma was so delighted + with it, that she went into town and bought me a gold-laced hat. Then I + bought papa a pretty china tobacco-stopper: but I am sorry to say of my + dear father that he was not so generous as my mamma or myself, for he only + burst out laughing, and did not give me so much as a half-crown piece, + which was the least I expected from him. “I shan't give you anything, Bob, + this time,” says he; “and I wish, my boy, you would not make any more such + presents,—for, really, they are too expensive.” Expensive indeed! I + hate meanness,—even in a father. + </p> + <p> + I must tell you about the silver-edged waistcoat which Bunting gave me. + Mamma asked me about it, and I told her the truth,—that it was a + present from one of the boys for my kindness to him. Well, what does she + do but writes back to Dr. Swishtail, when I went to school, thanking him + for his attention to her dear son, and sending a shilling to the good and + grateful little boy who had given me the waistcoat! + </p> + <p> + “What waistcoat is it,” says the Doctor to me, “and who gave it to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Bunting gave it me, sir,” says I. + </p> + <p> + “Call Bunting!” and up the little ungrateful chap came. Would you believe + it, he burst into tears,—told that the waistcoat had been given him + by his mother, and that he had been forced to give it for a debt to + Copper-Merchant, as the nasty little blackguard called me? He then said + how, for three-halfpence, he had been compelled to pay me three shillings + (the sneak! as if he had been OBLIGED to borrow the three-halfpence!)—how + all the other boys had been swindled (swindled!) by me in like manner,—and + how, with only twelve shillings, I had managed to scrape together four + guineas. . . . . + </p> + <p> + My courage almost fails me as I describe the shameful scene that followed. + The boys were called in, my own little account-book was dragged out of my + cupboard, to prove how much I had received from each, and every farthing + of my money was paid back to them. The tyrant took the thirty shillings + that my dear parents had given me, and said he should put them into the + poor-box at church; and, after having made a long discourse to the boys + about meanness and usury, he said, “Take off your coat, Mr. Stubbs, and + restore Bunting his waistcoat.” I did, and stood without coat and + waistcoat in the midst of the nasty grinning boys. I was going to put on + my coat,— + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” says he. “TAKE DOWN HIS BREECHES!” + </p> + <p> + Ruthless, brutal villain! Sam Hopkins, the biggest boy, took them down—horsed + me—and I WAS FLOGGED, SIR: yes, flogged! O revenge! I, Robert + Stubbs, who had done nothing but what was right, was brutally flogged at + ten years of age!—Though February was the shortest month, I + remembered it long. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + MARCH.—SHOWERY. + </h2> + <p> + When my mamma heard of the treatment of her darling she was for bringing + an action against the schoolmaster, or else for tearing his eyes out + (when, dear soul! she would not have torn the eyes out of a flea, had it + been her own injury), and, at the very least, for having me removed from + the school where I had been so shamefully treated. But papa was stern for + once, and vowed that I had been served quite right, declared that I should + not be removed from school, and sent old Swishtail a brace of pheasants + for what he called his kindness to me. Of these the old gentleman invited + me to partake, and made a very queer speech at dinner, as he was cutting + them up, about the excellence of my parents, and his own determination to + be KINDER STILL to me, if ever I ventured on such practices again. So I + was obliged to give up my old trade of lending: for the Doctor declared + that any boy who borrowed should be flogged, and any one who PAID should + be flogged twice as much. There was no standing against such a prohibition + as this, and my little commerce was ruined. + </p> + <p> + I was not very high in the school: not having been able to get farther + than that dreadful Propria quae maribus in the Latin grammar, of which, + though I have it by heart even now, I never could understand a syllable: + but, on account of my size, my age, and the prayers of my mother, was + allowed to have the privilege of the bigger boys, and on holidays to walk + about in the town. Great dandies we were, too, when we thus went out. I + recollect my costume very well: a thunder-and-lightning coat, a white + waistcoat embroidered neatly at the pockets, a lace frill, a pair of + knee-breeches, and elegant white cotton or silk stockings. This did very + well, but still I was dissatisfied: I wanted A PAIR OF BOOTS. Three boys + in the school had boots—I was mad to have them too. + </p> + <p> + But my papa, when I wrote to him, would not hear of it; and three pounds, + the price of a pair, was too large a sum for my mother to take from the + housekeeping, or for me to pay, in the present impoverished state of my + exchequer; but the desire for the boots was so strong, that have them I + must at any rate. + </p> + <p> + There was a German bootmaker who had just set up in OUR town in those + days, who afterwards made his fortune in London. I determined to have the + boots from him, and did not despair, before the end of a year or two, + either to leave the school, when I should not mind his dunning me, or to + screw the money from mamma, and so pay him. + </p> + <p> + So I called upon this man—Stiffelkind was his name—and he took + my measure for a pair. + </p> + <p> + “You are a vary yong gentleman to wear dop-boots,” said the shoemaker. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose, fellow,” says I, “that is my business and not yours. Either + make the boots or not—but when you speak to a man of my rank, speak + respectfully!” And I poured out a number of oaths, in order to impress him + with a notion of my respectability. + </p> + <p> + They had the desired effect. “Stay, sir,” says he. “I have a nice littel + pair of dop-boots dat I tink will jost do for you.” And he produced, sure + enough, the most elegant things I ever saw. “Day were made,” said he, “for + de Honorable Mr. Stiffney, of de Gards, but were too small.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, indeed!” said I. “Stiffney is a relation of mine. And what, you + scoundrel, will you have the impudence to ask for these things?” He + replied, “Three pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “they are confoundedly dear; but, as you will have a long + time to wait for your money, why, I shall have my revenge you see.” The + man looked alarmed, and began a speech: “Sare,—I cannot let dem go + vidout”—but a bright thought struck me, and I interrupted—“Sir! + don't sir me. Take off the boots, fellow, and, hark ye, when you speak to + a nobleman, don't say—Sir.” + </p> + <p> + “A hundert tousand pardons, my lort,” says he: “if I had known you were a + lort, I vood never have called you—Sir. Vat name shall I put down in + my books?” + </p> + <p> + “Name?—oh! why, Lord Cornwallis, to be sure,” said I, as I walked + off in the boots. + </p> + <p> + “And vat shall I do vid my lort's shoes?” + </p> + <p> + “Keep them until I send for them,” said I. And, giving him a patronizing + bow, I walked out of the shop, as the German tied up my shoes in paper. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + This story I would not have told, but that my whole life turned upon these + accursed boots. I walked back to school as proud as a peacock, and easily + succeeded in satisfying the boys as to the manner in which I came by my + new ornaments. + </p> + <p> + Well, one fatal Monday morning—the blackest of all black-Mondays + that ever I knew—as we were all of us playing between school-hours, + I saw a posse of boys round a stranger, who seemed to be looking out for + one of us. A sudden trembling seized me—I knew it was Stiffelkind. + What had brought him here? He talked loud, and seemed angry. So I rushed + into the school-room, and burying my head between my hands, began reading + for dear life. + </p> + <p> + “I vant Lort Cornvallis,” said the horrid bootmaker. “His lortship + belongs, I know, to dis honorable school, for I saw him vid de boys at + chorch yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord who?” + </p> + <p> + “Vy, Lort Cornvallis to be sure—a very fat yong nobeman, vid red + hair: he squints a little, and svears dreadfully.” + </p> + <p> + “There's no Lord Cornvallis here,” said one; and there was a pause. + </p> + <p> + “Stop! I have it,” says that odious Bunting. “IT MUST BE STUBBS!” And + “Stubbs! Stubbs!” every one cried out, while I was so busy at my book as + not to hear a word. + </p> + <p> + At last, two of the biggest chaps rushed into the schoolroom, and seizing + each an arm, run me into the playground—bolt up against the + shoemaker. + </p> + <p> + “Dis is my man. I beg your lortship's pardon,” says he, “I have brought + your lortship's shoes, vich you left. See, dey have been in dis parcel + ever since you vent avay in my boots.” + </p> + <p> + “Shoes, fellow!” says I. “I never saw your face before!” For I knew there + was nothing for it but brazening it out. “Upon the honor of a gentleman!” + said I, turning round to the boys. They hesitated; and if the trick had + turned in my favor, fifty of them would have seized hold of Stiffelkind + and drubbed him soundly. + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” says Bunting (hang him!) “Let's see the shoes. If they fit him, + why then the cobbler's right.” They did fit me; and not only that, but the + name of STUBBS was written in them at full length. + </p> + <p> + “Vat!” said Stiffelkind. “Is he not a lort? So help me Himmel, I never did + vonce tink of looking at de shoes, which have been lying ever since in dis + piece of brown paper.” And then, gathering anger as he went on, he + thundered out so much of his abuse of me, in his German-English, that the + boys roared with laughter. Swishtail came in in the midst of the + disturbance, and asked what the noise meant. + </p> + <p> + “It's only Lord Cornwallis, sir,” said the boys, “battling with his + shoemaker about the price of a pair of top-boots.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, sir,” said I, “it was only in fun that I called myself Lord + Cornwallis.” + </p> + <p> + “In fun!—Where are the boots? And you, sir, give me your bill.” My + beautiful boots were brought; and Stiffelkind produced his bill. “Lord + Cornwallis to Samuel Stiffelkind, for a pair of boots—four guineas.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been fool enough, sir,” says the Doctor, looking very stern, “to + let this boy impose on you as a lord; and knave enough to charge him + double the value of the article you sold him. Take back the boots, sir! I + won't pay a penny of your bill; nor can you get a penny. As for you, sir, + you miserable swindler and cheat, I shall not flog you as I did before, + but I shall send you home: you are not fit to be the companion of honest + boys.” + </p> + <p> + “SUPPOSE WE DUCK HIM before he goes?” piped out a very small voice. The + Doctor grinned significantly, and left the school-room; and the boys knew + by this they might have their will. They seized me and carried me to the + playground pump: they pumped upon me until I was half dead; and the + monster, Stiffelkind, stood looking on for the half-hour the operation + lasted. + </p> + <p> + I suppose the Doctor, at last, thought I had had pumping enough, for he + rang the school-bell, and the boys were obliged to leave me. As I got out + of the trough, Stiffelkind was alone with me. “Vell, my lort,” says he, + “you have paid SOMETHING for dese boots, but not all. By Jubider, YOU + SHALL NEVER HEAR DE END OF DEM.” And I didn't. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + APRIL.—FOOLING. + </h2> + <p> + After this, as you may fancy, I left this disgusting establishment, and + lived for some time along with pa and mamma at home. My education was + finished, at least mamma and I agreed that it was; and from boyhood until + hobbadyhoyhood (which I take to be about the sixteenth year of the life of + a young man, and may be likened to the month of April when spring begins + to bloom)—from fourteen until seventeen, I say, I remained at home, + doing nothing—for which I have ever since had a great taste—the + idol of my mamma, who took part in all my quarrels with father, and used + regularly to rob the weekly expenses in order to find me in pocket-money. + Poor soul! many and many is the guinea I have had from her in that way; + and so she enabled me to cut a very pretty figure. + </p> + <p> + Papa was for having me at this time articled to a merchant, or put to some + profession; but mamma and I agreed that I was born to be a gentleman and + not a tradesman, and the army was the only place for me. Everybody was a + soldier in those times, for the French war had just begun, and the whole + country was swarming with militia regiments. “We'll get him a commission + in a marching regiment,” said my father. “As we have no money to purchase + him up, he'll FIGHT his way, I make no doubt.” And papa looked at me with + a kind of air of contempt, as much as to say he doubted whether I should + be very eager for such a dangerous way of bettering myself. + </p> + <p> + I wish you could have heard mamma's screech when he talked so coolly of my + going out to fight! “What! send him abroad, across the horrid, horrid sea—to + be wrecked and perhaps drowned, and only to land for the purpose of + fighting the wicked Frenchmen,—to be wounded, and perhaps kick—kick—killed! + Oh, Thomas, Thomas! would you murder me and your boy?” There was a regular + scene. However, it ended—as it always did—in mother's getting + the better, and it was settled that I should go into the militia. And why + not? The uniform is just as handsome, and the danger not half so great. I + don't think in the course of my whole military experience I ever fought + anything, except an old woman, who had the impudence to hallo out, “Heads + up, lobster!”—Well, I joined the North Bungays, and was fairly + launched into the world. + </p> + <p> + I was not a handsome man, I know; but there was SOMETHING about me—that's + very evident—for the girls always laughed when they talked to me, + and the men, though they affected to call me a poor little creature, + squint-eyes, knock-knees, redhead, and so on, were evidently annoyed by my + success, for they hated me so confoundedly. Even at the present time they + go on, though I have given up gallivanting, as I call it. But in the April + of my existence,—that is, in anno Domini 1791, or so—it was a + different case; and having nothing else to do, and being bent upon + bettering my condition, I did some very pretty things in that way. But I + was not hot-headed and imprudent, like most young fellows. Don't fancy I + looked for beauty! Pish!—I wasn't such a fool. Nor for temper; I + don't care about a bad temper: I could break any woman's heart in two + years. What I wanted was to get on in the world. Of course I didn't PREFER + an ugly woman, or a shrew; and when the choice offered, would certainly + put up with a handsome, good-humored girl, with plenty of money, as any + honest man would. + </p> + <p> + Now there were two tolerably rich girls in our parts: Miss Magdalen + Crutty, with twelve thousand pounds (and, to do her justice, as plain a + girl as ever I saw), and Miss Mary Waters, a fine, tall, plump, smiling, + peach-cheeked, golden-haired, white-skinned lass, with only ten. Mary + Waters lived with her uncle, the Doctor, who had helped me into the world, + and who was trusted with this little orphan charge very soon after. My + mother, as you have heard, was so fond of Bates, and Bates so fond of + little Mary, that both, at first, were almost always in our house; and I + used to call her my little wife as soon as I could speak, and before she + could walk almost. It was beautiful to see us, the neighbors said. + </p> + <p> + Well, when her brother, the lieutenant of an India ship, came to be + captain, and actually gave Mary five thousand pounds, when she was about + ten years old, and promised her five thousand more, there was a great + talking, and bobbing, and smiling between the Doctor and my parents, and + Mary and I were left together more than ever, and she was told to call me + her little husband. And she did; and it was considered a settled thing + from that day. She was really amazingly fond of me. + </p> + <p> + Can any one call me mercenary after that? Though Miss Crutty had twelve + thousand, and Mary only ten (five in hand, and five in the bush), I stuck + faithfully to Mary. As a matter of course, Miss Crutty hated Miss Waters. + The fact was, Mary had all the country dangling after her, and not a soul + would come to Magdalen, for all her 12,000L. I used to be attentive to her + though (as it's always useful to be); and Mary would sometimes laugh and + sometimes cry at my flirting with Magdalen. This I thought proper very + quickly to check. “Mary,” said I, “you know that my love for you is + disinterested,—for I am faithful to you, though Miss Crutty is + richer than you. Don't fly into a rage, then, because I pay her + attentions, when you know that my heart and my promise are engaged to + you.” + </p> + <p> + The fact is, to tell a little bit of a secret, there is nothing like the + having two strings to your bow. “Who knows?” thought I. “Mary may die; and + then where are my 10,000L.?” So I used to be very kind indeed to Miss + Crutty; and well it was that I was so: for when I was twenty and Mary + eighteen, I'm blest if news did not arrive that Captain Waters, who was + coming home to England with all his money in rupees, had been taken—ship, + rupees, self and all—by a French privateer; and Mary, instead of + 10,000L. had only 5,000L., making a difference of no less than 350L. per + annum betwixt her and Miss Crutty. + </p> + <p> + I had just joined my regiment (the famous North Bungay Fencibles, Colonel + Craw commanding) when this news reached me; and you may fancy how a young + man, in an expensive regiment and mess, having uniforms and what not to + pay for, and a figure to cut in the world, felt at hearing such news! “My + dearest Robert,” wrote Miss Waters, “will deplore my dear brother's loss: + but not, I am sure, the money which that kind and generous soul had + promised me. I have still five thousand pounds, and with this and your own + little fortune (I had 1,000L. in the Five per Cents!) we shall be as happy + and contented as possible.” + </p> + <p> + Happy and contented indeed! Didn't I know how my father got on with his + 300L. a year, and how it was all he could do out of it to add a hundred a + year to my narrow income, and live himself! My mind was made up. I + instantly mounted the coach and flew to our village,—to Mr. + Crutty's, of course. It was next door to Doctor Bates's; but I had no + business THERE. + </p> + <p> + I found Magdalen in the garden. “Heavens, Mr. Stubbs!” said she, as in my + new uniform I appeared before her, “I really did never—such a + handsome officer—expect to see you.” And she made as if she would + blush, and began to tremble violently. I led her to a garden-seat. I + seized her hand—it was not withdrawn. I pressed it;—I thought + the pressure was returned. I flung myself on my knees, and then I poured + into her ear a little speech which I had made on the top of the coach. + “Divine Miss Crutty,” said I; “idol of my soul! It was but to catch one + glimpse of you that I passed through this garden. I never intended to + breathe the secret passion” (oh, no; of course not) “which was wearing my + life away. You know my unfortunate pre-engagement—it is broken, and + FOR EVER! I am free;—free, but to be your slave,—your + humblest, fondest, truest slave!” And so on. . . . . + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Stubbs,” said she, as I imprinted a kiss upon her cheek, “I can't + refuse you; but I fear you are a sad naughty man. . . . .” + </p> + <p> + Absorbed in the delicious reverie which was caused by the dear creature's + confusion, we were both silent for a while, and should have remained so + for hours perhaps, so lost were we in happiness, had I not been suddenly + roused by a voice exclaiming from behind us— + </p> + <p> + “DON'T CRY, MARY! HE IS A SWINDLING, SNEAKING SCOUNDREL, AND YOU ARE WELL + RID OF HIM!” + </p> + <p> + I turned round. O heaven, there stood Mary, weeping on Doctor Bates's arm, + while that miserable apothecary was looking at me with the utmost scorn. + The gardener, who had let me in, had told them of my arrival, and now + stood grinning behind them. “Imperence!” was my Magdalen's only + exclamation, as she flounced by with the utmost self-possession, while I, + glancing daggers at the SPIES, followed her. We retired to the parlor, + where she repeated to me the strongest assurances of her love. + </p> + <p> + I thought I was a made man. Alas! I was only an APRIL FOOL! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + MAY.—RESTORATION DAY. + </h2> + <p> + As the month of May is considered, by poets and other philosophers, to be + devoted by Nature to the great purpose of love-making, I may as well take + advantage of that season and acquaint you with the result of MY amours. + </p> + <p> + Young, gay, fascinating, and an ensign—I had completely won the + heart of my Magdalen; and as for Miss Waters and her nasty uncle the + Doctor, there was a complete split between us, as you may fancy; Miss + pretending, forsooth, that she was glad I had broken off the match, though + she would have given her eyes, the little minx, to have had it on again. + But this was out of the question. My father, who had all sorts of queer + notions, said I had acted like a rascal in the business; my mother took my + part, in course, and declared I acted rightly, as I always did: and I got + leave of absence from the regiment in order to press my beloved Magdalen + to marry me out of hand—knowing, from reading and experience, the + extraordinary mutability of human affairs. + </p> + <p> + Besides, as the dear girl was seventeen years older than myself, and as + bad in health as she was in temper, how was I to know that the grim king + of terrors might not carry her off before she became mine? With the + tenderest warmth, then, and most delicate ardor, I continued to press my + suit. The happy day was fixed—the ever memorable 10th of May, 1792. + The wedding-clothes were ordered; and, to make things secure, I penned a + little paragraph for the county paper to this effect:—“Marriage in + High Life. We understand that Ensign Stubbs, of the North Bungay + Fencibles, and son of Thomas Stubbs, of Sloffemsquiggle, Esquire, is about + to lead to the hymeneal altar the lovely and accomplished daughter of + Solomon Crutty, Esquire, of the same place. A fortune of twenty thousand + pounds is, we hear, the lady's portion. 'None but the brave deserve the + fair.'” + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + “Have you informed your relatives, my beloved?” said I to Magdalen, one + day after sending the above notice; “will any of them attend at your + marriage?” + </p> + <p> + “Uncle Sam will, I dare say,” said Miss Crutty, “dear mamma's brother.” + </p> + <p> + “And who WAS your dear mamma?” said I: for Miss Crutty's respected parent + had been long since dead, and I never heard her name mentioned in the + family. + </p> + <p> + Magdalen blushed, and cast down her eyes to the ground. “Mamma was a + foreigner,” at last she said. + </p> + <p> + “And of what country?” + </p> + <p> + “A German. Papa married her when she was very young:—she was not of + a very good family,” said Miss Crutty, hesitating. + </p> + <p> + “And what care I for family, my love!” said I, tenderly kissing the + knuckles of the hand which I held. “She must have been an angel who gave + birth to you.” + </p> + <p> + “She was a shoemaker's daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “A GERMAN SHOEMAKER! Hang 'em,” thought I, “I have had enough of them;” + and so broke up this conversation, which did not somehow please me. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Well, the day was drawing near: the clothes were ordered; the banns were + read. My dear mamma had built a cake about the size of a washing-tub; and + I was only waiting for a week to pass to put me in possession of twelve + thousand pounds in the FIVE per Cents, as they were in those days, heaven + bless 'em! Little did I know the storm that was brewing, and the + disappointment which was to fall upon a young man who really did his best + to get a fortune. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + “Oh, Robert,” said my Magdalen to me, two days before the match was to + come off, “I have SUCH a kind letter from uncle Sam in London. I wrote to + him as you wished. He says that he is coming down to-morrow, that he has + heard of you often, and knows your character very well; and that he has + got a VERY HANDSOME PRESENT for us! What can it be, I wonder?” + </p> + <p> + “Is he rich, my soul's adored?” says I. + </p> + <p> + “He is a bachelor, with a fine trade, and nobody to leave his money to.” + </p> + <p> + “His present can't be less than a thousand pounds?” says I. + </p> + <p> + “Or, perhaps, a silver tea-set, and some corner-dishes,” says she. + </p> + <p> + But we could not agree to this: it was too little—too mean for a man + of her uncle's wealth; and we both determined it must be the thousand + pounds. + </p> + <p> + “Dear good uncle! he's to be here by the coach,” says Magdalen. “Let us + ask a little party to meet him.” And so we did, and so they came: my + father and mother, old Crutty in his best wig, and the parson who was to + marry us the next day. The coach was to come in at six. And there was the + tea-table, and there was the punch-bowl, and everybody ready and smiling + to receive our dear uncle from London. + </p> + <p> + Six o'clock came, and the coach, and the man from the “Green Dragon” with + a portmanteau, and a fat old gentleman walking behind, of whom I just + caught a glimpse—a venerable old gentleman: I thought I'd seen him + before. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Then there was a ring at the bell; then a scuffling and bumping in the + passage: then old Crutty rushed out, and a great laughing and talking, and + “HOW ARE YOU?” and so on, was heard at the door; and then the parlor-door + was flung open, and Crutty cried out with a loud voice— + </p> + <p> + “Good people all! my brother-in-law, Mr. STIFFELKIND!” + </p> + <p> + MR. STIFFELKIND!—I trembled as I heard the name! + </p> + <p> + Miss Crutty kissed him; mamma made him a curtsy, and papa made him a bow; + and Dr. Snorter, the parson, seized his hand and shook it most warmly: + then came my turn! + </p> + <p> + “Vat!” says he. “It is my dear goot yong frend from Doctor + Schvis'hentail's! is dis de yong gentleman's honorable moder” (mamma + smiled and made a curtsy), “and dis his fader? Sare and madam, you should + be broud of soch a sonn. And you my niece, if you have him for a husband + you vill be locky, dat is all. Vat dink you, broder Croty, and Madame + Stobbs, I 'ave made your sonn's boots! Ha—ha!” + </p> + <p> + My mamma laughed, and said, “I did not know it, but I am sure, sir, he has + as pretty a leg for a boot as any in the whole county.” + </p> + <p> + Old Stiffelkind roared louder. “A very nice leg, ma'am, and a very SHEAP + BOOT TOO. Vat! did you not know I make his boots? Perhaps you did not know + something else too—p'raps you did not know” (and here the monster + clapped his hand on the table and made the punch-ladle tremble in the + bowl)—“p'raps you did not know as dat yong man, dat Stobbs, dat + sneaking, baltry, squinting fellow, is as vicked as he is ogly. He bot a + pair of boots from me and never paid for dem. Dat is noting, nobody never + pays; but he bought a pair of boots, and called himself Lord Cornvallis. + And I was fool enough to believe him vonce. But look you, niece Magdalen, + I 'ave got five tousand pounds: if you marry him I vill not give you a + benny. But look you what I will gif you: I bromised you a bresent, and I + will give you DESE!” + </p> + <p> + And the old monster produced THOSE VERY BOOTS which Swishtail had made him + take back. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I DIDN'T marry Miss Crutty: I am not sorry for it though. She was a nasty, + ugly, ill-tempered wretch, and I've always said so ever since. + </p> + <p> + And all this arose from those infernal boots, and that unlucky paragraph + in the county paper—I'll tell you how. + </p> + <p> + In the first place, it was taken up as a quiz by one of the wicked, + profligate, unprincipled organs of the London press, who chose to be very + facetious about the “Marriage in High Life,” and made all sorts of jokes + about me and my dear Miss Crutty. + </p> + <p> + Secondly, it was read in this London paper by my mortal enemy, Bunting, + who had been introduced to old Stiffelkind's acquaintance by my adventure + with him, and had his shoes made regularly by that foreign upstart. + </p> + <p> + Thirdly, he happened to want a pair of shoes mended at this particular + period, and as he was measured by the disgusting old High-Dutch cobbler, + he told him his old friend Stubbs was going to be married. + </p> + <p> + “And to whom?” said old Stiffelkind. “To a voman wit geld, I vill take my + oath.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” says Bunting, “a country girl—a Miss Magdalen Carotty or + Crotty, at a place called Sloffemsquiggle.” + </p> + <p> + “SHLOFFEMSCHWIEGEL!” bursts out the dreadful bootmaker. “Mein Gott, mein + Gott! das geht nicht! I tell you, sare, it is no go. Miss Crotty is my + niece. I vill go down myself. I vill never let her marry dat + goot-for-nothing schwindler and tief.” SUCH was the language that the + scoundrel ventured to use regarding me! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + JUNE.—MARROWBONES AND CLEAVERS. + </h2> + <p> + Was there ever such confounded ill-luck? My whole life has been a tissue + of ill-luck: although I have labored perhaps harder than any man to make a + fortune, something always tumbled it down. In love and in war I was not + like others. In my marriages, I had an eye to the main chance; and you see + how some unlucky blow would come and throw them over. In the army I was + just as prudent, and just as unfortunate. What with judicious betting, and + horse-swapping, good-luck at billiards, and economy, I do believe I put by + my pay every year,—and that is what few can say who have but an + allowance of a hundred a year. + </p> + <p> + I'll tell you how it was. I used to be very kind to the young men; I chose + their horses for them, and their wine: and showed them how to play + billiards, or ecarte, of long mornings, when there was nothing better to + do. I didn't cheat: I'd rather die than cheat;—but if fellows WILL + play, I wasn't the man to say no—why should I? There was one young + chap in our regiment of whom I really think I cleared 300L. a year. + </p> + <p> + His name was Dobble. He was a tailor's son, and wanted to be a gentleman. + A poor weak young creature; easy to be made tipsy; easy to be cheated; and + easy to be frightened. It was a blessing for him that I found him; for if + anybody else had, they would have plucked him of every shilling. + </p> + <p> + Ensign Dobble and I were sworn friends. I rode his horses for him, and + chose his champagne, and did everything, in fact, that a superior mind + does for an inferior,—when the inferior has got the money. We were + inseparables,—hunting everywhere in couples. We even managed to fall + in love with two sisters, as young soldiers will do, you know; for the + dogs fall in love, with every change of quarters. + </p> + <p> + Well, once, in the year 1793 (it was just when the French had chopped poor + Louis's head off), Dobble and I, gay young chaps as ever wore sword by + side, had cast our eyes upon two young ladies by the name of Brisket, + daughters of a butcher in the town where we were quartered. The dear girls + fell in love with us, of course. And many a pleasant walk in the country, + many a treat to a tea-garden, many a smart ribbon and brooch used Dobble + and I (for his father allowed him 600L., and our purses were in common) + present to these young ladies. One day, fancy our pleasure at receiving a + note couched thus:— + </p> + <p> + “DEER CAPTING STUBBS AND DOBBLE—Miss Briskets presents their + compliments, and as it is probble that our papa will be till twelve at the + corprayshun dinner, we request the pleasure of their company to tea.” + </p> + <p> + Didn't we go! Punctually at six we were in the little back-parlor; we + quaffed more Bohea, and made more love, than half a dozen ordinary men + could. At nine, a little punch-bowl succeeded to the little teapot; and, + bless the girls! a nice fresh steak was frizzling on the gridiron for our + supper. Butchers were butchers then, and their parlor was their kitchen + too; at least old Brisket's was—one door leading into the shop, and + one into the yard, on the other side of which was the slaughter-house. + </p> + <p> + Fancy, then, our horror when, just at this critical time, we heard the + shop-door open, a heavy staggering step on the flags, and a loud husky + voice from the shop, shouting, “Hallo, Susan; hallo, Betsy! show a light!” + Dobble turned as white as a sheet; the two girls each as red as a lobster; + I alone preserved my presence of mind. “The back-door,” says I—“The + dog's in the court,” say they. “He's not so bad as the man,” said I. + “Stop!” cries Susan, flinging open the door, and rushing to the fire. + “Take THIS and perhaps it will quiet him.” + </p> + <p> + What do you think “THIS” was? I'm blest if it was not the STEAK! + </p> + <p> + She pushed us out, patted and hushed the dog, and was in again in a + minute. The moon was shining on the court, and on the slaughter-house, + where there hung the white ghastly-looking carcasses of a couple of sheep; + a great gutter ran down the court—a gutter of BLOOD! The dog was + devouring his beefsteak (OUR beefsteak) in silence; and we could see + through the little window the girls hustling about to pack up the + supper-things, and presently the shop-door being opened, old Brisket + entering, staggering, angry, and drunk. What's more, we could see, perched + on a high stool, and nodding politely, as if to salute old Brisket, the + FEATHER OF DOBBLE'S COCKED HAT! When Dobble saw it, he turned white, and + deadly sick; and the poor fellow, in an agony of fright, sunk shivering + down upon one of the butcher's cutting-blocks, which was in the yard. + </p> + <p> + We saw old Brisket look steadily (as steadily as he could) at the + confounded, impudent, pert, waggling feather; and then an idea began to + dawn upon his mind, that there was a head to the hat; and then he slowly + rose up—he was a man of six feet, and fifteen stone—he rose + up, put on his apron and sleeves, and TOOK DOWN HIS CLEAVER. + </p> + <p> + “Betsy,” says he, “open the yard door.” But the poor girls screamed, and + flung on their knees, and begged, and wept, and did their very best to + prevent him. “OPEN THE YARD DOOR!” says he, with a thundering loud voice; + and the great bull-dog, hearing it, started up and uttered a yell which + sent me flying to the other end of the court.—Dobble couldn't move; + he was sitting on the block, blubbering like a baby. + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and out Mr. Brisket came. + </p> + <p> + “TO HIM, JOWLER!” says he. “KEEP HIM, JOWLER!”—and the horrid dog + flew at me, and I flew back into the corner, and drew my sword, + determining to sell my life dearly. + </p> + <p> + “That's it,” says Brisket. “Keep him there,—good dog,—good + dog! And now, sir,” says he, turning round to Dobble, “is this your hat?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” says Dobble, fit to choke with fright. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” says Brisket, “it's my—(hic)—my painful duty to—(hic)—to + tell you, that as I've got your hat, I must have your head;—it's + painful, but it must be done. You'd better—(hic)—settle + yourself com—comfumarably against that—(hic)—that block, + and I'll chop it off before you can say Jack—(hic)—no, I mean + Jack Robinson.” + </p> + <p> + Dobble went down on his knees and shrieked out, “I'm an only son, Mr. + Brisket! I'll marry her, sir; I will, upon my honor, sir.—Consider + my mother, sir; consider my mother.” + </p> + <p> + “That's it, sir,” says Brisket, “that's a good—(hic)—a good + boy;—just put your head down quietly—and I'll have it off—yes, + off—as if you were Louis the Six—the Sixtix—the + Siktickleteenth.—I'll chop the other CHAP AFTERWARDS.” + </p> + <p> + When I heard this, I made a sudden bound back, and gave such a cry as any + man might who was in such a way. The ferocious Jowler, thinking I was + going to escape, flew at my throat; screaming furious, I flung out my arms + in a kind of desperation,—and, to my wonder, down fell the dog, + dead, and run through the body! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + At this moment a posse of people rushed in upon old Brisket,—one of + his daughters had had the sense to summon them,—and Dobble's head + was saved. And when they saw the dog lying dead at my feet, my ghastly + look, my bloody sword, they gave me no small credit for my bravery. “A + terrible fellow that Stubbs,” said they; and so the mess said, the next + day. + </p> + <p> + I didn't tell them that the dog had committed SUICIDE—why should I? + And I didn't say a word about Dobble's cowardice. I said he was a brave + fellow, and fought like a tiger; and this prevented HIM from telling + tales. I had the dogskin made into a pair of pistol-holsters, and looked + so fierce, and got such a name for courage in our regiment, that when we + had to meet the regulars, Bob Stubbs was always the man put forward to + support the honor of the corps. The women, you know, adore courage; and + such was my reputation at this time, that I might have had my pick out of + half a dozen, with three, four, or five thousand pounds apiece, who were + dying for love of me and my red coat. But I wasn't such a fool. I had been + twice on the point of marriage, and twice disappointed; and I vowed by all + the Saints to have a wife, and a rich one. Depend upon this, as an + infallible maxim to guide you through life: IT'S AS EASY TO GET A RICH + WIFE AS A POOR ONE;—the same bait that will hook a fly will hook a + salmon. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + JULY.—SUMMARY PROCEEDINGS. + </h2> + <p> + Dobble's reputation for courage was not increased by the butcher's-dog + adventure; but mine stood very high: little Stubbs was voted the boldest + chap of all the bold North Bungays. And though I must confess, what was + proved by subsequent circumstances, that nature has NOT endowed me with a + large, or even, I may say, an average share of bravery, yet a man is very + willing to flatter himself to the contrary; and, after a little time, I + got to believe that my killing the dog was an action of undaunted courage, + and that I was as gallant as any of the one hundred thousand heroes of our + army. I always had a military taste—it's only the brutal part of the + profession, the horrid fighting and blood, that I don't like. + </p> + <p> + I suppose the regiment was not very brave itself—being only militia; + but certain it was, that Stubbs was considered a most terrible fellow, and + I swore so much, and looked so fierce, that you would have fancied I had + made half a hundred campaigns. I was second in several duels; the umpire + in all disputes; and such a crack-shot myself, that fellows were shy of + insulting me. As for Dobble, I took him under my protection; and he became + so attached to me, that we ate, drank, and rode together every day; his + father didn't care for money, so long as his son was in good company—and + what so good as that of the celebrated Stubbs? Heigho! I WAS good company + in those days, and a brave fellow too, as I should have remained, but for—what + I shall tell the public immediately. + </p> + <p> + It happened, in the fatal year ninety-six, that the brave North Bungays + were quartered at Portsmouth, a maritime place, which I need not describe, + and which I wish I had never seen. I might have been a General now, or, at + least, a rich man. + </p> + <p> + The red-coats carried everything before them in those days; and I, such a + crack character as I was in my regiment, was very well received by the + townspeople: many dinners I had; many tea-parties; many lovely young + ladies did I lead down the pleasant country-dances. + </p> + <p> + Well, although I had had the two former rebuffs in love which I have + described, my heart was still young; and the fact was, knowing that a girl + with a fortune was my only chance, I made love here as furiously as ever. + I shan't describe the lovely creatures on whom I fixed, whilst at + Portsmouth. I tried more than—several—and it is a singular + fact, which I never have been able to account for, that, successful as I + was with ladies of maturer age, by the young ones I was refused regular. + </p> + <p> + But “faint heart never won fair lady;” and so I went on, and on, until I + had got a Miss Clopper, a tolerable rich navy-contractor's daughter, into + such a way, that I really don't think she could have refused me. Her + brother, Captain Clopper, was in a line regiment, and helped me as much as + ever he could: he swore I was such a brave fellow. + </p> + <p> + As I had received a number of attentions from Clopper, I determined to + invite him to dinner; which I could do without any sacrifice of my + principle upon this point: for the fact is, Dobble lived at an inn, and as + he sent all his bills to his father, I made no scruple to use his table. + We dined in the coffee-room, Dobble bringing HIS friend; and so we made a + party CARRY, as the French say. Some naval officers were occupied in a + similar way at a table next to ours. + </p> + <p> + Well—I didn't spare the bottle, either for myself or for my friends; + and we grew very talkative, and very affectionate as the drinking went on. + Each man told stories of his gallantry in the field, or amongst the + ladies, as officers will, after dinner. Clopper confided to the company + his wish that I should marry his sister, and vowed that he thought me the + best fellow in Christendom. + </p> + <p> + Ensign Dobble assented to this. “But let Miss Clopper beware,” says he, + “for Stubbs is a sad fellow: he has had I don't know how many liaisons + already; and he has been engaged to I don't know how many women.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” says Clopper. “Come, Stubbs, tell us your adventures.” + </p> + <p> + “Psha!” said I, modestly, “there is nothing, indeed, to tell. I have been + in love, my dear boy—who has not?—and I have been jilted—who + has not?” + </p> + <p> + Clopper swore he would blow his sister's brains out if ever SHE served me + so. + </p> + <p> + “Tell him about Miss Crutty,” said Dobble. “He! he! Stubbs served THAT + woman out, anyhow; she didn't jilt HIM. I'll be sworn.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, Dobble, you are too bad, and should not mention names. The fact + is, the girl was desperately in love with me, and had money—sixty + thousand pounds, upon my reputation. Well, everything was arranged, when + who should come down from London but a relation.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, and did he prevent the match?” + </p> + <p> + “Prevent it—yes, sir, I believe you he did; though not in the sense + that YOU mean. He would have given his eyes—ay, and ten thousand + pounds more—if I would have accepted the girl, but I would not.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, in the name of goodness?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, her uncle was a SHOEMAKER. I never would debase myself by marrying + into such a family.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not,” said Dobble; “he couldn't, you know. Well, now—tell + him about the other girl, Mary Waters, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, Dobble, hush! don't you see one of those naval officers has turned + round and heard you? My dear Clopper, it was a mere childish bagatelle.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but let's have it,” said Clopper—“let's have it. I won't tell + my sister, you know.” And he put his hand to his nose and looked monstrous + wise. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing of that sort, Clopper—no, no—'pon honor—little + Bob Stubbs is no LIBERTINE; and the story is very simple. You see that my + father has a small place, merely a few hundred acres, at Sloffemsquiggle. + Isn't it a funny name? Hang it, there's the naval gentleman staring + again,”—(I looked terribly fierce as I returned this officer's + stare, and continued in a loud careless voice). Well, at this + Sloffemsquiggle there lived a girl, a Miss Waters, the niece of some + blackguard apothecary in the neighborhood; but my mother took a fancy to + the girl, and had her up to the park and petted her. We were both young—and—and—the + girl fell in love with me, that's the fact. I was obliged to repel some + rather warm advances that she made me; and here, upon my honor as a + gentleman, you have all the story about which that silly Dobble makes such + a noise. + </p> + <p> + Just as I finished this sentence. I found myself suddenly taken by the + nose, and a voice shouting out,— + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Stubbs, you are A LIAR AND A SCOUNDREL! Take this, sir,—and + this, for daring to meddle with the name of an innocent lady.” + </p> + <p> + I turned round as well as I could—for the ruffian had pulled me out + of my chair—and beheld a great marine monster, six feet high, who + was occupied in beating and kicking me, in the most ungentlemanly manner, + on my cheeks, my ribs, and between the tails of my coat. “He is a liar, + gentlemen, and a scoundrel! The bootmaker had detected him in swindling, + and so his niece refused him. Miss Waters was engaged to him from + childhood, and he deserted her for the bootmaker's niece, who was richer.”—And + then sticking a card between my stock and my coat-collar, in what is + called the scruff of my neck, the disgusting brute gave me another blow + behind my back, and left the coffee-room with his friends. + </p> + <p> + Dobble raised me up; and taking the card from my neck, read, CAPTAIN + WATERS. Clopper poured me out a glass of water, and said in my ear, “If + this is true, you are an infernal scoundrel, Stubbs; and must fight me, + after Captain Waters;” and he flounced out of the room. + </p> + <p> + I had but one course to pursue. I sent the Captain a short and + contemptuous note, saying that he was beneath my anger. As for Clopper, I + did not condescend to notice his remark but in order to get rid of the + troublesome society of these low blackguards, I determined to gratify an + inclination I had long entertained, and make a little tour. I applied for + leave of absence, and set off THAT VERY NIGHT. I can fancy the + disappointment of the brutal Waters, on coming, as he did, the next + morning to my quarters and finding me GONE. Ha! ha! + </p> + <p> + After this adventure I became sick of a military life—at least the + life of my own regiment, where the officers, such was their unaccountable + meanness and prejudice against me, absolutely refused to see me at mess. + Colonel Craw sent me a letter to this effect, which I treated as it + deserved.—I never once alluded to it in any way, and have since + never spoken a single word to any man in the North Bungays. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AUGUST.—DOGS HAVE THEIR DAYS. + </h2> + <p> + See, now, what life is! I have had ill-luck on ill-luck from that day to + this. I have sunk in the world, and, instead of riding my horse and + drinking my wine, as a real gentleman should, have hardly enough now to + buy a pint of ale; ay, and am very glad when anybody will treat me to one. + Why, why was I born to undergo such unmerited misfortunes? + </p> + <p> + You must know that very soon after my adventure with Miss Crutty, and that + cowardly ruffian, Captain Waters (he sailed the day after his insult to + me, or I should most certainly have blown his brains out; NOW he is living + in England, and is my relation; but, of course, I cut the fellow)—very + soon after these painful events another happened, which ended, too, in a + sad disappointment. My dear papa died, and, instead of leaving five + thousand pounds, as I expected at the very least, left only his estate, + which was worth but two. The land and house were left to me; to mamma and + my sisters he left, to be sure, a sum of two thousand pounds in the hands + of that eminent firm Messrs. Pump, Aldgate and Co., which failed within + six months after his demise, and paid in five years about one shilling and + ninepence in the pound; which really was all my dear mother and sisters + had to live upon. + </p> + <p> + The poor creatures were quite unused to money matters; and, would you + believe it? when the news came of Pump and Aldgate's failure, mamma only + smiled, and threw her eyes up to heaven, and said, “Blessed be God, that + we have still wherewithal to live. There are tens of thousands in this + world, dear children, who would count our poverty riches.” And with this + she kissed my two sisters, who began to blubber, as girls always will do, + and threw their arms round her neck, and then round my neck, until I was + half stifled with their embraces, and slobbered all over with their tears. + </p> + <p> + “Dearest mamma,” said I, “I am very glad to see the noble manner in which + you bear your loss; and more still to know that you are so rich as to be + able to put up with it.” The fact was, I really thought the old lady had + got a private hoard of her own, as many of them have—a thousand + pounds or so in a stocking. Had she put by thirty pounds a year, as well + she might, for the thirty years of her marriage, there would have been + nine hundred pounds clear, and no mistake. But still I was angry to think + that any such paltry concealment had been practised—concealment too + of MY money; so I turned on her pretty sharply, and continued my speech. + “You say, Ma'am, that you are rich, and that Pump and Aldgate's failure + has no effect upon you. I am very happy to hear you say so, Ma'am—very + happy that you ARE rich; and I should like to know where your property, my + father's property, for you had none of your own,—I should like to + know where this money lies—WHERE YOU HAVE CONCEALED IT, Ma'am; and, + permit me to say, that when I agreed to board you and my two sisters for + eighty pounds a year, I did not know that you had OTHER resources than + those mentioned in my blessed father's will.” + </p> + <p> + This I said to her because I hated the meanness of concealment, not + because I lost by the bargain of boarding them: for the three poor things + did not eat much more than sparrows: and I've often since calculated that + I had a clear twenty pounds a year profit out of them. + </p> + <p> + Mamma and the girls looked quite astonished when I made the speech. “What + does he mean?” said Lucy to Eliza. + </p> + <p> + Mamma repeated the question. “My beloved Robert, what concealment are you + talking of?” + </p> + <p> + “I am talking of concealed property, Ma'am,” says I sternly. + </p> + <p> + “And do you—what—can you—do you really suppose that I + have concealed—any of that blessed sa-a-a-aint's prop-op-op-operty?” + screams out mamma. “Robert,” says she—“Bob, my own darling boy—my + fondest, best beloved, now HE is gone” (meaning my late governor—more + tears)—“you don't, you cannot fancy that your own mother, who bore + you, and nursed you, and wept for you, and would give her all to save you + from a moment's harm—you don't suppose that she would che-e-e-eat + you!” And here she gave a louder screech than ever, and flung back on the + sofa; and one of my sisters went and tumbled into her arms, and t'other + went round, and the kissing and slobbering scene went on again, only I was + left out, thank goodness. I hate such sentimentality. + </p> + <p> + “CHE-E-E-EAT ME,” says I, mocking her. “What do you mean, then, by saying + you're so rich? Say, have you got money, or have you not?” (And I rapped + out a good number of oaths, too, which I don't put in here; but I was in a + dreadful fury, that's the fact.) + </p> + <p> + “So help me heaven,” says mamma, in answer, going down on her knees and + smacking her two hands, “I have but a Queen Anne's guinea in the whole of + this wicked world.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what, Madam, induces you to tell these absurd stories to me, and to + talk about your riches, when you know that you and your daughters are + beggars, Ma'am—BEGGARS?” + </p> + <p> + “My dearest boy, have we not got the house, and the furniture, and a + hundred a year still; and have you not great talents, which will make all + our fortunes?” says Mrs. Stubbs, getting up off her knees, and making + believe to smile as she clawed hold of my hand and kissed it. + </p> + <p> + This was TOO cool. “YOU have got a hundred a year, Ma'am,” says I—“YOU + have got a house? Upon my soul and honor this is the first I ever heard of + it; and I'll tell you what, Ma'am,” says I (and it cut her PRETTY SHARPLY + too): “as you've got it, YOU'D BETTER GO AND LIVE IN IT. I've got quite + enough to do with my own house, and every penny of my own income.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this speech the old lady said nothing, but she gave a screech loud + enough to be heard from here to York, and down she fell—kicking and + struggling in a regular fit. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I did not see Mrs. Stubbs for some days after this, and the girls used to + come down to meals, and never speak; going up again and stopping with + their mother. At last, one day, both of them came in very solemn to my + study, and Eliza, the eldest, said, “Robert, mamma has paid you our board + up to Michaelmas.” + </p> + <p> + “She has,” says I; for I always took precious good care to have it in + advance. + </p> + <p> + “She says, Robert, That on Michaelmas day—we'll—we'll go away, + Robert.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she's going to her own house, is she, Lizzy? Very good. She'll want + the furniture, I suppose, and that she may have too, for I'm going to sell + the place myself.” And so THAT matter was settled. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + On Michaelmas day—and during these two months I hadn't, I do + believe, seen my mother twice (once, about two o'clock in the morning, I + woke and found her sobbing over my bed)—on Michaelmas-day morning, + Eliza comes to me and says, “ROBERT, THEY WILL COME AND FETCH US AT SIX + THIS EVENING.” Well, as this was the last day, I went and got the best + goose I could find (I don't think I ever saw a primer, or ate more hearty + myself), and had it roasted at three, with a good pudding afterwards; and + a glorious bowl of punch. “Here's a health to you, dear girls,” says I, + “and you, Ma, and good luck to all three; and as you've not eaten a + morsel, I hope you won't object to a glass of punch. It's the old stuff, + you know, Ma'am, that that Waters sent to my father fifteen years ago.” + </p> + <p> + Six o'clock came, and with it came a fine barouche. As I live, Captain + Waters was on the box (it was his coach); that old thief, Bates, jumped + out, entered my house, and before I could say Jack Robinson, whipped off + mamma to the carriage: the girls followed, just giving me a hasty shake of + the hand; and as mamma was helped in, Mary Waters, who was sitting inside, + flung her arms round her, and then round the girls; and the Doctor, who + acted footman, jumped on the box, and off they went; taking no more notice + of ME than if I'd been a nonentity. + </p> + <p> + Here's a picture of the whole business:—Mamma and Miss Waters are + sitting kissing each other in the carriage, with the two girls in the back + seat: Waters is driving (a precious bad driver he is too); and I'm + standing at the garden door, and whistling. That old fool Mary Malowney is + crying behind the garden gate: she went off next day along with the + furniture; and I to get into that precious scrape which I shall mention + next. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SEPTEMBER.—PLUCKING A GOOSE. + </h2> + <p> + After my papa's death, as he left me no money, and only a little land, I + put my estate into an auctioneer's hands, and determined to amuse my + solitude with a trip to some of our fashionable watering-places. My house + was now a desert to me. I need not say how the departure of my dear + parent, and her children, left me sad and lonely. + </p> + <p> + Well, I had a little ready money, and, for the estate, expected a couple + of thousand pounds. I had a good military-looking person: for though I had + absolutely cut the old North Bungays (indeed, after my affair with Waters, + Colonel Craw hinted to me, in the most friendly manner, that I had better + resign)—though I had left the army, I still retained the rank of + Captain; knowing the advantages attendant upon that title in a + watering-place tour. + </p> + <p> + Captain Stubbs became a great dandy at Cheltenham, Harrogate, Bath, + Leamington, and other places. I was a good whist and billiard player; so + much so, that in many of these towns, the people used to refuse, at last, + to play with me, knowing how far I was their superior. Fancy my surprise, + about five years after the Portsmouth affair, when strolling one day up + the High Street, in Leamington, my eyes lighted upon a young man, whom I + remembered in a certain butcher's yard, and elsewhere—no other, in + fact, than Dobble. He, too, was dressed en militaire, with a frogged coat + and spurs; and was walking with a showy-looking, Jewish-faced, + black-haired lady, glittering with chains and rings, with a green bonnet + and a bird-of-Paradise—a lilac shawl, a yellow gown, pink silk + stockings, and light-blue shoes. Three children, and a handsome footman, + were walking behind her, and the party, not seeing me, entered the “Royal + Hotel” together. + </p> + <p> + I was known myself at the “Royal,” and calling one of the waiters, learned + the names of the lady and gentleman. He was Captain Dobble, the son of the + rich army-clothier, Dobble (Dobble, Hobble and Co. of Pall Mall);—the + lady was a Mrs. Manasseh, widow of an American Jew, living quietly at + Leamington with her children, but possessed of an immense property. + There's no use to give one's self out to be an absolute pauper: so the + fact is, that I myself went everywhere with the character of a man of very + large means. My father had died, leaving me immense sums of money, and + landed estates. Ah! I was the gentleman then, the real gentleman, and + everybody was too happy to have me at table. + </p> + <p> + Well, I came the next day, and left a card for Dobble, with a note. He + neither returned my visit, nor answered my note. The day after, however, I + met him with the widow, as before; and going up to him, very kindly seized + him by the hand, and swore I was—as really was the case—charmed + to see him. Dobble hung back, to my surprise, and I do believe the + creature would have cut me, if he dared; but I gave him a frown, and said— + </p> + <p> + “What, Dobble, my boy, don't you recollect old Stubbs, and our adventure + with the butcher's daughters—ha?” + </p> + <p> + Dobble gave a sickly kind of grin, and said, “Oh! ah! yes! It is—yes! + it is, I believe, Captain Stubbs.” + </p> + <p> + “An old comrade, Madam, of Captain Dobble's, and one who has heard so + much, and seen so much of your ladyship, that he must take the liberty of + begging his friend to introduce him.” + </p> + <p> + Dobble was obliged to take the hint; and Captain Stubbs was duly presented + to Mrs. Manasseh. The lady was as gracious as possible; and when, at the + end of the walk, we parted, she said “she hoped Captain Dobble would bring + me to her apartments that evening, where she expected a few friends.” + Everybody, you see, knows everybody at Leamington; and I, for my part, was + well known as a retired officer of the army, who, on his father's death, + had come into seven thousand a year. Dobble's arrival had been subsequent + to mine; but putting up as he did at the “Royal Hotel,” and dining at the + ordinary there with the widow, he had made her acquaintance before I had. + I saw, however, that if I allowed him to talk about me, as he could, I + should be compelled to give up all my hopes and pleasures at Leamington; + and so I determined to be short with him. As soon as the lady had gone + into the hotel, my friend Dobble was for leaving me likewise; but I + stopped him and said, “Mr. Dobble, I saw what you meant just now: you + wanted to cut me, because, forsooth, I did not choose to fight a duel at + Portsmouth. Now look you, Dobble, I am no hero, but I'm not such a coward + as you—and you know it. You are a very different man to deal with + from Waters; and I WILL FIGHT this time.” + </p> + <p> + Not perhaps that I would: but after the business of the butcher, I knew + Dobble to be as great a coward as ever lived; and there never was any harm + in threatening, for you know you are not obliged to stick to it + afterwards. My words had their effect upon Dobble, who stuttered and + looked red, and then declared he never had the slightest intention of + passing me by; so we became friends, and his mouth was stopped. + </p> + <p> + He was very thick with the widow, but that lady had a very capacious + heart, and there were a number of other gentlemen who seemed equally + smitten with her. “Look at that Mrs. Manasseh,” said a gentleman (it was + droll, HE was a Jew, too) sitting at dinner by me. “She is old, and ugly, + and yet, because she has money, all the men are flinging themselves at + her.” + </p> + <p> + “She has money, has she?” + </p> + <p> + “Eighty thousand pounds, and twenty thousand for each of her children. I + know it FOR A FACT,” said the strange gentleman. “I am in the law, and we + of our faith, you know, know pretty well what the great families amongst + us are worth.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was Mr. Manasseh?” said I. + </p> + <p> + “A man of enormous wealth—a tobacco-merchant—West Indies; a + fellow of no birth, however; and who, between ourselves, married a woman + that is not much better than she should be. My dear sir,” whispered he, + “she is always in love. Now it is with that Captain Dobble; last week it + was somebody else—and it may be you next week, if—ha! ha! ha!—you + are disposed to enter the lists. I wouldn't, for MY part, have the woman + with twice her money.” + </p> + <p> + What did it matter to me whether the woman was good or not, provided she + was rich? My course was quite clear. I told Dobble all that this gentleman + had informed me, and being a pretty good hand at making a story, I made + the widow appear SO bad, that the poor fellow was quite frightened, and + fairly quitted the field. Ha! ha! I'm dashed if I did not make him believe + that Mrs. Manasseh had MURDERED her last husband. + </p> + <p> + I played my game so well, thanks to the information that my friend the + lawyer had given me, that in a month I had got the widow to show a most + decided partiality for me. I sat by her at dinner, I drank with her at the + “Wells”—I rode with her, I danced with her, and at a picnic to + Kenilworth, where we drank a good deal of champagne, I actually popped the + question, and was accepted. In another month, Robert Stubbs, Esq., led to + the altar, Leah, widow of the late Z. Manasseh, Esq., of St. Kitt's! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + We drove up to London in her comfortable chariot: the children and + servants following in a post-chaise. I paid, of course, for everything; + and until our house in Berkeley Square was painted, we stopped at + “Stevens's Hotel.” + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + My own estate had been sold, and the money was lying at a bank in the + City. About three days after our arrival, as we took our breakfast in the + hotel, previous to a visit to Mrs. Stubbs's banker, where certain little + transfers were to be made, a gentleman was introduced, who, I saw at a + glance, was of my wife's persuasion. + </p> + <p> + He looked at Mrs. Stubbs, and made a bow. “Perhaps it will be convenient + to you to pay this little bill, one hundred and fifty-two pounds?” + </p> + <p> + “My love,” says she, “will you pay this—it is a trifle which I had + really forgotten?” + </p> + <p> + “My soul!” said I, “I have really not the money in the house.” + </p> + <p> + “Vel, denn, Captain Shtubbsh,” says he, “I must do my duty—and + arrest you—here is the writ! Tom, keep the door?” My wife fainted—the + children screamed, and I fancy my condition as I was obliged to march off + to a spunging-house along with a horrid sheriff's officer? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + OCTOBER.—MARS AND VENUS IN OPPOSITION. + </h2> + <p> + I shall not describe my feelings when I found myself in a cage in Cursitor + Street, instead of that fine house in Berkeley Square, which was to have + been mine as the husband of Mrs. Manasseh. What a place!—in an + odious, dismal street leading from Chancery Lane. A hideous Jew boy opened + the second of three doors and shut it when Mr. Nabb and I (almost + fainting) had entered; then he opened the third door, and then I was + introduced to a filthy place called a coffee-room, which I exchanged for + the solitary comfort of a little dingy back-parlor, where I was left for a + while to brood over my miserable fate. Fancy the change between this and + Berkeley Square! Was I, after all my pains, and cleverness, and + perseverance, cheated at last? Had this Mrs. Manasseh been imposing upon + me, and were the words of the wretch I met at the table-d'hote at + Leamington only meant to mislead me and take me in? I determined to send + for my wife, and know the whole truth. I saw at once that I had been the + victim of an infernal plot, and that the carriage, the house in town, the + West India fortune, were only so many lies which I had blindly believed. + It was true that the debt was but a hundred and fifty pounds; and I had + two thousand at my bankers'. But was the loss of HER 80,000L. nothing? Was + the destruction of my hopes nothing? The accursed addition to my family of + a Jewish wife and three Jewish children, nothing? And all these I was to + support out of my two thousand pounds. I had better have stopped at home + with my mamma and sisters, whom I really did love, and who produced me + eighty pounds a year. + </p> + <p> + I had a furious interview with Mrs. Stubbs; and when I charged her, the + base wretch! with cheating me, like a brazen serpent as she was, she flung + back the cheat in my teeth, and swore I had swindled her. Why did I marry + her, when she might have had twenty others? She only took me, she said, + because I had twenty thousand pounds. I HAD said I possessed that sum; but + in love, you know, and war all's fair. + </p> + <p> + We parted quite as angrily as we met; and I cordially vowed that when I + had paid the debt into which I had been swindled by her, I would take my + 2,000L. and depart to some desert island; or, at the very least, to + America, and never see her more, or any of her Israelitish brood. There + was no use in remaining in the spunging-house (for I knew that there were + such things as detainers, and that where Mrs. Stubbs owed a hundred + pounds, she might owe a thousand) so I sent for Mr. Nabb, and tendering + him a cheque for 150L. and his costs, requested to be let out forthwith. + “Here, fellow,” said I, “is a cheque on Child's for your paltry sum.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be a sheck on Shild's,” says Mr. Nabb; “but I should be a baby to + let you out on such a paper as dat.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “Child's is but a step from this: you may go and get the + cash,—just give me an acknowledgment.” + </p> + <p> + Nabb drew out the acknowledgment with great punctuality, and set off for + the bankers', whilst I prepared myself for departure from this abominable + prison. + </p> + <p> + He smiled as he came in. “Well,” said I, “you have touched your money; and + now, I must tell you, that you are the most infernal rogue and extortioner + I ever met with.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, Mishter Shtubbsh,” says he, grinning still. “Dere is som greater + roag dan me,—mosh greater.” + </p> + <p> + “Fellow,” said I, “don't stand grinning before a gentleman; but give me my + hat and cloak, and let me leave your filthy den.” + </p> + <p> + “Shtop, Shtubbsh,” says he, not even Mistering me this time. “Here ish a + letter, vich you had better read.” + </p> + <p> + I opened the letter; something fell to the ground:—it was my cheque. + </p> + <p> + The letter ran thus: “Messrs. Child and Co. present their compliments to + Captain Stubbs, and regret that they have been obliged to refuse payment + of the enclosed, having been served this day with an attachment by Messrs. + Solomonson and Co., which compels them to retain Captain Stubbs' balance + of 2,010L. 11s. 6d. until the decision of the suit of Solomonson v. + Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + “FLEET STREET.” + </p> + <p> + “You see,” says Mr. Nabb, as I read this dreadful letter—“you see, + Shtubbsh, dere vas two debts,—a little von and a big von. So dey + arrested you for de little von, and attashed your money for de big von.” + </p> + <p> + Don't laugh at me for telling this story. If you knew what tears are + blotting over the paper as I write it—if you knew that for weeks + after I was more like a madman than a sane man,—a madman in the + Fleet Prison, where I went instead of to the desert island! What had I + done to deserve it? Hadn't I always kept an eye to the main chance? Hadn't + I lived economically, and not like other young men? Had I ever been known + to squander or give away a single penny? No! I can lay my hand on my + heart, and, thank heaven, say, No! Why, why was I punished so? + </p> + <p> + Let me conclude this miserable history. Seven months—my wife saw me + once or twice, and then dropped me altogether—I remained in that + fatal place. I wrote to my dear mamma, begging her to sell her furniture, + but got no answer. All my old friends turned their backs upon me. My + action went against me—I had not a penny to defend it. Solomonson + proved my wife's debt, and seized my two thousand pounds. As for the + detainer against me, I was obliged to go through the court for the relief + of insolvent debtors. I passed through it, and came out a beggar. But + fancy the malice of that wicked Stiffelkind: he appeared in court as my + creditor for 3L., with sixteen years' interest at five per cent, for a + PAIR OF TOP-BOOTS. The old thief produced them in court, and told the + whole story—Lord Cornwallis, the detection, the pumping and all. + </p> + <p> + Commissioner Dubobwig was very funny about it. “So Doctor Swishtail would + not pay you for the boots, eh, Mr. Stiffelkind?” + </p> + <p> + “No: he said, ven I asked him for payment, dey was ordered by a yong boy, + and I ought to have gone to his schoolmaster.” + </p> + <p> + “What! then you came on a BOOTLESS errand, ay, sir?” (A laugh.) + </p> + <p> + “Bootless! no sare, I brought de boots back vid me. How de devil else + could I show dem to you?” (Another laugh.) + </p> + <p> + “You've never SOLED 'em since, Mr. Tickleshins?” + </p> + <p> + “I never would sell dem; I svore I never vood, on porpus to be revenged on + dat Stobbs.” + </p> + <p> + “What! your wound has never been HEALED, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Vat do you mean vid your bootless errands, and your soling and healing? I + tell you I have done vat I svore to do: I have exposed him at school; I + have broak off a marriage for him, ven he vould have had tventy tousand + pound; and now I have showed him up in a court of justice. Dat is vat I + 'ave done, and dat's enough.” And then the old wretch went down, whilst + everybody was giggling and staring at poor me—as if I was not + miserable enough already. + </p> + <p> + “This seems the dearest pair of boots you ever had in your life, Mr. + Stubbs,” said Commissioner Dubobwig very archly, and then he began to + inquire about the rest of my misfortunes. + </p> + <p> + In the fulness of my heart I told him the whole of them: how Mr. + Solomonson the attorney had introduced me to the rich widow, Mrs. + Manasseh, who had fifty thousand pounds, and an estate in the West Indies. + How I was married, and arrested on coming to town, and cast in an action + for two thousand pounds brought against me by this very Solomonson for my + wife's debts. + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” says a lawyer in the court. “Is this woman a showy black-haired + woman with one eye? very often drunk, with three children?—Solomonson, + short, with red hair?” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly so,” said I, with tears in my eyes. + </p> + <p> + “That woman has married THREE MEN within the last two years. One in + Ireland, and one at Bath. A Solomonson is, I believe, her husband, and + they both are off for America ten days ago.” + </p> + <p> + “But why did you not keep your 2,000L.?” said the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “Sir, they attached it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, we may pass you. You have been unlucky, Mr. Stubbs, but it + seems as if the biter had been bit in this affair.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mr. Dubobwig. “Mr. Stubbs is the victim of a FATAL ATTACHMENT.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + NOVEMBER.—A GENERAL POST DELIVERY. + </h2> + <p> + I was a free man when I went out of the Court; but I was a beggar—I, + Captain Stubbs, of the bold North Bungays, did not know where I could get + a bed, or a dinner. + </p> + <p> + As I was marching sadly down Portugal Street, I felt a hand on my shoulder + and a rough voice which I knew well. + </p> + <p> + “Vell, Mr. Stobbs, have I not kept my promise? I told you dem boots would + be your ruin.” + </p> + <p> + I was much too miserable to reply; and only cast my eyes towards the roofs + of the houses, which I could not see for the tears. + </p> + <p> + “Vat! you begin to gry and blobber like a shild? you vood marry, vood you? + and noting vood do for you but a vife vid monny—ha, ha—but you + vere de pigeon, and she was de grow. She has plocked you, too, pretty vell—eh? + ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Stiffelkind,” said I, “don't laugh at my misery: she has not left + me a single shilling under heaven. And I shall starve: I do believe I + shall starve.” And I began to cry fit to break my heart. + </p> + <p> + “Starf! stoff and nonsense! You vill never die of starfing—you vill + die of HANGING, I tink—ho! ho!—and it is moch easier vay too.” + I didn't say a word, but cried on; till everybody in the street turned + round and stared. + </p> + <p> + “Come, come,” said Stiffelkind, “do not gry, Gaptain Stobbs—it is + not goot for a Gaptain to gry—ha! ha! Dere—come vid me, and + you shall have a dinner, and a bregfast too,—vich shall gost you + nothing, until you can bay vid your earnings.” + </p> + <p> + And so this curious old man, who had persecuted me all through my + prosperity, grew compassionate towards me in my ill-luck; and took me home + with him as he promised. “I saw your name among de Insolvents, and I + vowed, you know, to make you repent dem boots. Dere, now, it is done and + forgotten, look you. Here, Betty, Bettchen, make de spare bed, and put a + clean knife and fork; Lort Cornvallis is come to dine vid me.” + </p> + <p> + I lived with this strange old man for six weeks. I kept his books, and did + what little I could to make myself useful: carrying about boots and shoes, + as if I had never borne his Majesty's commission. He gave me no money, but + he fed and lodged me comfortably. The men and boys used to laugh, and call + me General, and Lord Cornwallis, and all sorts of nicknames; and old + Stiffelkind made a thousand new ones for me. + </p> + <p> + One day I can recollect—one miserable day, as I was polishing on the + trees a pair of boots of Mr. Stiffelkind's manufacture—the old + gentleman came into the shop, with a lady on his arm. + </p> + <p> + “Vere is Gaptain Stobbs?” said he. “Vere is dat ornament to his Majesty's + service?” + </p> + <p> + I came in from the back shop, where I was polishing the boots, with one of + them in my hand. + </p> + <p> + “Look, my dear,” says he, “here is an old friend of yours, his Excellency + Lort Cornvallis!—Who would have thought such a nobleman vood turn + shoeblack? Captain Stobbs, here is your former flame, my dear niece, Miss + Grotty. How could you, Magdalen, ever leaf such a lof of a man? Shake + hands vid her, Gaptain;—dere, never mind de blacking!” But Miss drew + back. + </p> + <p> + “I never shake hands with a SHOEBLACK,” said she, mighty contemptuous. + </p> + <p> + “Bah! my lof, his fingers von't soil you. Don't you know he has just been + VITEVASHED?” + </p> + <p> + “I wish, uncle,” says she, “you would not leave me with such low people.” + </p> + <p> + “Low, because he cleans boots? De Gaptain prefers PUMPS to boots I tink—ha! + ha!” + </p> + <p> + “Captain indeed! a nice Captain,” says Miss Crutty, snapping her fingers + in my face, and walking away: “a Captain who has had his nose pulled! ha! + ha!”—And how could I help it? it wasn't by my own CHOICE that that + ruffian Waters took such liberties with me. Didn't I show how averse I was + to all quarrels by refusing altogether his challenge?—But such is the + world. And thus the people at Stiffelkind's used to tease me, until they + drove me almost mad. + </p> + <p> + At last he came home one day more merry and abusive than ever. “Gaptain,” + says he, “I have goot news for you—a goot place. Your lordship vill + not be able to geep your garridge, but you vill be gomfortable, and serve + his Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “Serve his Majesty?” says I. “Dearest Mr. Stiffelkind, have you got me a + place under Government?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and somting better still—not only a place, but a uniform: yes, + Gaptain Stobbs, a RED GOAT.” + </p> + <p> + “A red coat! I hope you don't think I would demean myself by entering the + ranks of the army? I am a gentleman, Mr. Stiffelkind—I can never—no, + I never—” + </p> + <p> + “No, I know you will never—you are too great a goward—ha! ha!—though + dis is a red goat, and a place where you must give some HARD KNOCKS too—ha! + ha!—do you gomprehend?—and you shall be a general instead of a + gaptain—ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “A general in a red coat, Mr. Stiffelkind?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a GENERAL BOSTMAN!—ha! ha! I have been vid your old friend, + Bunting, and he has an uncle in the Post Office, and he has got you de + place—eighteen shillings a veek, you rogue, and your goat. You must + not oben any of de letters you know.” + </p> + <p> + And so it was—I, Robert Stubbs, Esquire, became the vile thing he + named—a general postman! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I was so disgusted with Stiffelkind's brutal jokes, which were now more + brutal than ever, that when I got my place in the Post Office, I never + went near the fellow again: for though he had done me a favor in keeping + me from starvation, he certainly had done it in a very rude, disagreeable + manner, and showed a low and mean spirit in SHOVING me into such a + degraded place as that of postman. But what had I to do? I submitted to + fate, and for three years or more, Robert Stubbs, of the North Bungay + Fencibles, was— + </p> + <p> + I wonder nobody recognized me. I lived in daily fear the first year: but + afterwards grew accustomed to my situation, as all great men will do, and + wore my red coat as naturally as if I had been sent into the world only + for the purpose of being a letter-carrier. + </p> + <p> + I was first in the Whitechapel district, where I stayed for nearly three + years, when I was transferred to Jermyn Street and Duke Street—famous + places for lodgings. I suppose I left a hundred letters at a house in the + latter street, where lived some people who must have recognized me had + they but once chanced to look at me. + </p> + <p> + You see that when I left Sloffemsquiggle, and set out in the gay world, my + mamma had written to me a dozen times at least; but I never answered her, + for I knew she wanted money, and I detest writing. Well, she stopped her + letters, finding she could get none from me:—but when I was in the + Fleet, as I told you, I wrote repeatedly to my dear mamma, and was not a + little nettled at her refusing to notice me in my distress, which is the + very time one most wants notice. + </p> + <p> + Stubbs is not an uncommon name; and though I saw MRS. STUBBS on a little + bright brass plate, in Duke street, and delivered so many letters to the + lodgers in her house, I never thought of asking who she was, or whether + she was my relation, or not. + </p> + <p> + One day the young woman who took in the letters had not got change, and + she called her mistress. An old lady in a poke-bonnet came out of the + parlor, and put on her spectacles, and looked at the letter, and fumbled + in her pocket for eightpence, and apologized to the postman for keeping + him waiting. And when I said, “Never mind, Ma'am, it's no trouble,” the + old lady gave a start, and then she pulled off her spectacles, and + staggered back; and then she began muttering, as if about to choke; and + then she gave a great screech, and flung herself into my arms, and roared + out, “MY SON, MY SON!” + </p> + <p> + “Law, mamma,” said I, “is that you?” and I sat down on the hall bench with + her, and let her kiss me as much as ever she liked. Hearing the whining + and crying, down comes another lady from up stairs,—it was my sister + Eliza; and down come the lodgers. And the maid gets water and what not, + and I was the regular hero of the group. I could not stay long then, + having my letters to deliver. But, in the evening, after mail-time, I went + back to my mamma and sister; and, over a bottle of prime old port, and a + precious good leg of boiled mutton and turnips, made myself pretty + comfortable, I can tell you. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + DECEMBER.—“THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT.” + </h2> + <p> + Mamma had kept the house in Duke Street for more than two years. I + recollected some of the chairs and tables from dear old Sloffemsquiggle, + and the bowl in which I had made that famous rum-punch, the evening she + went away, which she and my sisters left untouched, and I was obliged to + drink after they were gone; but that's not to the purpose. + </p> + <p> + Think of my sister Lucy's luck! that chap, Waters, fell in love with her, + and married her; and she now keeps her carriage, and lives in state near + Sloffemsquiggle. I offered to make it up with Waters; but he bears malice, + and never will see or speak to me.—He had the impudence, too, to + say, that he took in all letters for mamma at Sloffemsquiggle; and that as + mine were all begging-letters, he burned them, and never said a word to + her concerning them. He allowed mamma fifty pounds a year, and, if she + were not such a fool, she might have had three times as much; but the old + lady was high and mighty forsooth, and would not be beholden, even to her + own daughter, for more than she actually wanted. Even this fifty pound she + was going to refuse; but when I came to live with her, of course I wanted + pocket-money as well as board and lodging, and so I had the fifty pounds + for MY share, and eked out with it as well as I could. + </p> + <p> + Old Bates and the Captain, between them, gave mamma a hundred pounds when + she left me (she had the deuce's own luck, to be sure—much more than + ever fell to ME, I know) and as she said she WOULD try and work for her + living, it was thought best to take a house and let lodgings, which she + did. Our first and second floor paid us four guineas a week, on an + average; and the front parlor and attic made forty pounds more. Mamma and + Eliza used to have the front attic: but I took that, and they slept in the + servants' bedroom. Lizzy had a pretty genius for work, and earned a guinea + a week that way; so that we had got nearly two hundred a year over the + rent to keep house with,—and we got on pretty well. Besides, women + eat nothing: my women didn't care for meat for days together sometimes,—so + that it was only necessary to dress a good steak or so for me. + </p> + <p> + Mamma would not think of my continuing in the Post Office. She said her + dear Robert, her husband's son, her gallant soldier, and all that, should + remain at home and be a gentleman—which I was, certainly, though I + didn't find fifty pounds a year very much to buy clothes and be a + gentleman upon. To be sure, mother found me shirts and linen, so that THAT + wasn't in the fifty pounds. She kicked a little at paying the washing too; + but she gave in at last, for I was her dear Bob, you know; and I'm blest + if I could not make her give me the gown off her back. Fancy! once she cut + up a very nice rich black silk scarf, which my sister Waters sent her, and + made me a waistcoat and two stocks of it. She was so VERY soft, the old + lady! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I'd lived in this way for five years or more, making myself content with + my fifty pounds a year (PERHAPS I had saved a little out of it; but that's + neither here nor there). From year's end to year's end I remained faithful + to my dear mamma, never leaving her except for a month or so in the summer—when + a bachelor may take a trip to Gravesend or Margate, which would be too + expensive for a family. I say a bachelor, for the fact is, I don't know + whether I am married or not—never having heard a word since of the + scoundrelly Mrs. Stubbs. + </p> + <p> + I never went to the public-house before meals: for, with my beggarly fifty + pounds, I could not afford to dine away from home: but there I had my + regular seat, and used to come home PRETTY GLORIOUS, I can tell you. Then + bed till eleven; then breakfast and the newspaper; then a stroll in Hyde + Park or St. James's; then home at half-past three to dinner—when I + jollied, as I call it, for the rest of the day. I was my mother's delight; + and thus, with a clear conscience, I managed to live on. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + How fond she was of me, to be sure! Being sociable myself, and loving to + have my friends about me, we often used to assemble a company of as hearty + fellows as you would wish to sit down with, and keep the nights up + royally. “Never mind, my boys,” I used to say. “Send the bottle round: + mammy pays for all.” As she did, sure enough: and sure enough we punished + her cellar too. The good old lady used to wait upon us, as if for all the + world she had been my servant, instead of a lady and my mamma. Never used + she to repine, though I often, as I must confess, gave her occasion + (keeping her up till four o'clock in the morning, because she never could + sleep until she saw her “dear Bob” in bed, and leading her a sad anxious + life). She was of such a sweet temper, the old lady, that I think in the + course of five years I never knew her in a passion, except twice: and then + with sister Lizzy, who declared I was ruining the house, and driving the + lodgers away, one by one. But mamma would not hear of such envious spite + on my sister's part. “Her Bob” was always right, she said. At last Lizzy + fairly retreated, and went to the Waters's.—I was glad of it, for + her temper was dreadful, and we used to be squabbling from morning till + night! + </p> + <p> + Ah, those WERE jolly times! but Ma was obliged to give up the + lodging-house at last—for, somehow, things went wrong after my + sister's departure—the nasty uncharitable people said, on account of + ME; because I drove away the lodgers by smoking and drinking, and kicking + up noises in the house; and because Ma gave me so much of her money:—so + she did, but if she WOULD give it, you know, how could I help it? Heigho! + I wish I'd KEPT it. + </p> + <p> + No such luck. The business I thought was to last for ever: but at the end + of two years came a smash—shut up shop—sell off everything. + Mamma went to the Waters's: and, will you believe it? the ungrateful + wretches would not receive me! that Mary, you see, was SO disappointed at + not marrying me. Twenty pounds a year they allow, it is true; but what's + that for a gentleman? For twenty years I have been struggling manfully to + gain an honest livelihood, and, in the course of them, have seen a deal of + life, to be sure. I've sold cigars and pocket-handkerchiefs at the corners + of streets; I've been a billiard-marker; I've been a director (in the + panic year) of the Imperial British Consolidated Mangle and Drying Ground + Company. I've been on the stage (for two years as an actor, and about a + month as a cad, when I was very low); I've been the means of giving to the + police of this empire some very valuable information (about licensed + victuallers, gentlemen's carts, and pawnbrokers' names); I've been very + nearly an officer again—that is, an assistant to an officer of the + Sheriff of Middlesex: it was my last place. + </p> + <p> + On the last day of the year 1837, even THAT game was up. It's a thing that + very seldom happened to a gentleman, to be kicked out of a spunging-house; + but such was my case. Young Nabb (who succeeded his father) drove me + ignominiously from his door, because I had charged a gentleman in the + coffee-rooms seven-and-sixpence for a glass of ale and bread and cheese, + the charge of the house being only six shillings. He had the meanness to + deduct the eighteenpence from my wages, and because I blustered a bit, he + took me by the shoulders and turned me out—me, a gentleman, and, + what is more, a poor orphan! + </p> + <p> + How I did rage and swear at him when I got out into the street! There + stood he, the hideous Jew monster, at the double door, writhing under the + effect of my language. I had my revenge! Heads were thrust out of every + bar of his windows, laughing at him. A crowd gathered round me, as I stood + pounding him with my satire, and they evidently enjoyed his discomfiture. + I think the mob would have pelted the ruffian to death (one or two of + their missiles hit ME, I can tell you), when a policeman came up, and in + reply to a gentleman, who was asking what was the disturbance, said, + “Bless you, sir, it's Lord Cornwallis.” “Move on, BOOTS,” said the fellow + to me; for the fact is, my misfortunes and early life are pretty well + known—and so the crowd dispersed. + </p> + <p> + “What could have made that policeman call you Lord Cornwallis and Boots?” + said the gentleman, who seemed mightily amused, and had followed me. + “Sir,” says I, “I am an unfortunate officer of the North Bungay Fencibles, + and I'll tell you willingly for a pint of beer.” He told me to follow him + to his chambers in the Temple, which I did (a five-pair back), and there, + sure enough, I had the beer; and told him this very story you've been + reading. You see he is what is called a literary man—and sold my + adventures for me to the booksellers; he's a strange chap; and says + they're MORAL. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I'm blest if I can see anything moral in them. I'm sure I ought to have + been more lucky through life, being so very wide awake. And yet here I am, + without a place, or even a friend, starving upon a beggarly twenty pounds + a year—not a single sixpence more, upon MY HONOR. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Fatal Boots, by William Makepeace Thackeray + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FATAL BOOTS *** + +***** This file should be named 2844-h.htm or 2844-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/4/2844/ + +Produced by Donald Lainson; David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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