The Fatal Boots...................................................................................................................................................1

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.

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 illluck, that I believe it would melt the heart of a

milestone to read of itthat is, if a milestone had a heart of anything but stone.

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 fellowcreature; 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 wealthof 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.

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 NOWbut never mind what I am now, for the public will know in a few pages

more. My father was of the Suffolk Stubbsesa wellto 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

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.

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;

"OH, ELIZA! your Susan is the happiest girl under heaven! My Thomas is an angel! not a tall grenadierlike

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.

"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

"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 hoopingcough; and then a fever, and continual pains in its poor little stomach, crying, poor

"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 teakettle), and bobbing his head backwards and forwards, and

looking, in his nightcap and dressinggown, SO DROLL. Oh, Eliza! how you would laugh to see him.

"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

"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

"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 pintbottles of Mr. Thrale's best porter

every day,making twentyone 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 fortyfive 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

"We have got the most charming countryhouse 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

"Adieu! dear baby is crying for his mamma. A thousand kisses from your affectionate

There it is! Doctor's bills, gentlemanfarming, twentyone pints of porter a week. In this way my unnatural

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 twelfthcake and holiday time) is like the first four or five years of a little boy's life; then

comes dismal February, and the workingdays 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

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

Now, even at a preparatory school, a wellregulated 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 barleysugar 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 halfyear, what did I do? Why, I am proud to say that threehalfpence

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

threehalfpence. 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, threehalfpence the first Saturday for

threepence the next: he could not pay me more than half when Saturday came, and I'm blest if I did not

shillings and tenpencehalfpenny. But he was a sad dishonorable fellow, Dick Bunting; for after I'd been so

kind to him, and let him off for threeandtwentyweeks the money he owed me, holidays came, and

threepence he owed me still. Well, according to the common principles of practice, after sixweeks' holidays,

First week the 3d. would be 6d. | Fourth week . . . . . 4s. Second week . . . . . 1s. | Fifth week . . . . . 8s. Third

Nothing could be more just; and yetwill it be believed? when Bunting came back he offered me

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 halfyear was out, I got from him a silver

fruitknife, a box of compasses, and a very pretty silverlaced 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 bottlescrew, which I got from another chap. It wasn't bad interest for twelve

shillingswhich was all the money I'd had in the yearwas 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

Well, I went home in my new waistcoat as fine as a peacock; and when I gave the bottlescrew 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 bottlescrewit 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 selfdenial, 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 bottlescrew. The best of it

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 halfguinea

piece. Then I gave her a very pretty needlebook, 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 needlebook; 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

tobaccostopper: 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 halfcrown 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

I must tell you about the silveredged 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!

"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

CopperMerchant, as the nasty little blackguard called me? He then said how, for threehalfpence, he had

been compelled to pay me three shillings (the sneak! as if he had been OBLIGED to borrow the

threehalfpence!)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. . . . .

My courage almost fails me as I describe the shameful scene that followed. The boys were called in, my own

little accountbook 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 poorbox 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

Ruthless, brutal villain! Sam Hopkins, the biggest boy, took them downhorsed meand 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.

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

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 thunderandlightning 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 bootsI was mad to

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.

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,

So I called upon this manStiffelkind was his nameand he took my measure for a pair.

"I suppose, fellow," says I, "that is my business and not yours. Either make the boots or notbut when you

speak to a man of my rank, speak respectfully!" And I poured out a number of oaths, in order to impress him

They had the desired effect. "Stay, sir," says he. "I have a nice littel pair of dopboots 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

"Ah, indeed!" said I. "Stiffney is a relation of mine. And what, you scoundrel, will you have the impudence to

"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,

"A hundert tousand pardons, my lort," says he: "if I had known you were a lort, I vood never have called

"Name?oh! why, Lord Cornwallis, to be sure," said I, as I walked off in the boots.

"Keep them until I send for them," said I. And, giving him a patronizing bow, I walked out of the shop, as the

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

Well, one fatal Monday morningthe blackest of all blackMondays that ever I knewas 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 meI knew it was Stiffelkind. What had brought him here? He talked loud,

and seemed angry. So I rushed into the schoolroom, and burying my head between my hands, began reading

"I vant Lort Cornvallis," said the horrid bootmaker. "His lortship belongs, I know, to dis honorable school,

"Vy, Lort Cornvallis to be surea very fat yong nobeman, vid red hair: he squints a little, and svears

"Stop! I have it," says that odious Bunting. "IT MUST BE STUBBS!" And "Stubbs! Stubbs!" every one cried

At last, two of the biggest chaps rushed into the schoolroom, and seizing each an arm, run me into the

"Dis is my man. I beg your lortship's pardon," says he, "I have brought your lortship's shoes, vich you left.

"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.

"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.

"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 GermanEnglish, that the boys roared with laughter.

Swishtail came in in the midst of the disturbance, and asked what the noise meant.

"It's only Lord Cornwallis, sir," said the boys, "battling with his shoemaker about the price of a pair of

"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 bootsfour guineas."

"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

"SUPPOSE WE DUCK HIM before he goes?" piped out a very small voice. The Doctor grinned

significantly, and left the schoolroom; 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,

I suppose the Doctor, at last, thought I had had pumping enough, for he rang the schoolbell, 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

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 nothingfor which I have ever since had a great tastethe 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 pocketmoney. Poor soul! many and many is the guinea I have had from her in that way; and so she

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

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 seato be wrecked and perhaps drowned, and only to land for the

purpose of fighting the wicked Frenchmen,to be wounded, and perhaps kickkickkilled! Oh, Thomas,

Thomas! would you murder me and your boy?" There was a regular scene. However, it endedas it always

didin 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.

I was not a handsome man, I know; but there was SOMETHING about me that's very evidentfor the

girls always laughed when they talked to me, and the men, though they affected to call me a poor little

creature, squinteyes, knockknees, 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 soit 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 hotheaded 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, goodhumored girl, with

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,

peachcheeked, goldenhaired, whiteskinned 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

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

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

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

takenship, rupees, self and allby 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.

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."

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

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 officerexpect to see you." And she made as if she would blush,

and began to tremble violently. I led her to a gardenseat. I seized her handit 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 preengagementit is

broken, and FOR EVER! I am free;free, but to be your slave,your humblest, fondest, truest slave!" And

"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

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

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 selfpossession, while I, glancing daggers at the SPIES, followed her. We retired to the

As the month of May is considered, by poets and other philosophers, to be devoted by Nature to the great

purpose of lovemaking, I may as well take advantage of that season and acquaint you with the result of MY

Young, gay, fascinating, and an ensignI 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 handknowing, from reading and experience, the extraordinary mutability of human

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 fixedthe

ever memorable 10th of May, 1792. The weddingclothes 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

"Have you informed your relatives, my beloved?" said I to Magdalen, one day after sending the above notice;

"And who WAS your dear mamma?" said I: for Miss Crutty's respected parent had been long since dead, and

Magdalen blushed, and cast down her eyes to the ground. "Mamma was a foreigner," at last she said.

"A German. Papa married her when she was very young:she was not of a very good family," said Miss

"And what care I for family, my love!" said I, tenderly kissing the knuckles of the hand which I held. "She

"A GERMAN SHOEMAKER! Hang 'em," thought I, "I have had enough of them;" and so broke up this

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 washingtub; 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

"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

But we could not agree to this: it was too littletoo mean for a man of her uncle's wealth; and we both

"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 teatable, and there was the

punch bowl, and everybody ready and smiling to receive our dear uncle from London.

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 glimpsea venerable old gentleman: I thought I'd seen

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

Miss Crutty kissed him; mamma made him a curtsy, and papa made him a bow; and Dr. Snorter, the parson,

"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

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

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 toop'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

And the old monster produced THOSE VERY BOOTS which Swishtail had made him take back.

I DIDN'T marry Miss Crutty: I am not sorry for it though. She was a nasty, ugly, illtempered wretch, and

And all this arose from those infernal boots, and that unlucky paragraph in the county paperI'll tell you

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

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

Thirdly, he happened to want a pair of shoes mended at this particular period, and as he was measured by the

disgusting old HighDutch cobbler, he told him his old friend Stubbs was going to be married.

"And to whom?" said old Stiffelkind. "To a voman wit geld, I vill take my oath."

"Yes," says Bunting, "a country girla Miss Magdalen Carotty or Crotty, at a place called Sloffemsquiggle."

"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

gootfornothing schwindler and tief." SUCH was the language that the scoundrel ventured to use regarding

Was there ever such confounded illluck? My whole life has been a tissue of illluck: 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 horseswapping, goodluck 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.

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 nowhy should I?

There was one young chap in our regiment of whom I really think I cleared 300L. a year.

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

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.

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

"DEER CAPTING STUBBS AND DOBBLEMiss 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."

Didn't we go! Punctually at six we were in the little backparlor; we quaffed more Bohea, and made more

love, than half a dozen ordinary men could. At nine, a little punchbowl 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 wasone door leading into the shop, and one into

Fancy, then, our horror when, just at this critical time, we heard the shopdoor 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 backdoor," 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

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 ghastlylooking carcasses of a couple of

sheep; a great gutter ran down the courta 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

supperthings, and presently the shopdoor 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 cuttingblocks, which was

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 uphe was a man of six feet, and fifteen stonehe rose up, put on his apron and sleeves, and TOOK

"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 bulldog, 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.

"TO HIM, JOWLER!" says he. "KEEP HIM, JOWLER!"and the horrid dog flew at me, and I flew back

"That's it," says Brisket. "Keep him there,good dog,good dog! And now, sir," says he, turning round to

"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

comcomfumarably against that(hic)that block, and I'll chop it off before you can say

Dobble went down on his knees and shrieked out, "I'm an only son, Mr. Brisket! I'll marry her, sir; I will,

"That's it, sir," says Brisket that's a good(hic)a good boy; just put your head down quietlyand I'll

have it offyes, offas if you were Louis the Sixthe Sixtixthe Siktickleteenth.I'll chop the other

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!

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

I didn't tell them that the dog had committed SUICIDEwhy 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

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 tasteit's only the brutal part of the

I suppose the regiment was not very brave itselfbeing 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

crackshot 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 companyand 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

It happened, in the fatal year ninetysix, 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

The redcoats 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 teaparties; many lovely

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 thanseveraland

it is a singular fact, which I never have been able to account for, that, successful as I was with ladies of

But "faint heart never won fair lady;" and so I went on, and on, until I had got a Miss Clopper, a tolerable rich

navycontractor'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

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 coffeeroom, Dobble bringing HIS

friend; and so we made a party CARRY, as the French say. Some naval officers were occupied in a similar

WellI 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

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."

"Psha!" said I, modestly, "there is nothing, indeed, to tell. I have been in love, my dear boywho has

"Tell him about Miss Crutty," said Dobble. "He! he! Stubbs served THAT woman out, anyhow; she didn't jilt

"Really, Dobble, you are too bad, and should not mention names. The fact is, the girl was desperately in love

with me, and had moneysixty thousand pounds, upon my reputation. Well, everything was arranged, when

"Prevent ityes, sir, I believe you he did; though not in the sense that YOU mean. He would have given his

eyesay, and ten thousand pounds moreif I would have accepted the girl, but I would not."

"Sir, her uncle was a SHOEMAKER. I never would debase myself by marrying into such a family."

"Of course not," said Dobble; "he couldn't, you know. Well, now tell him about the other girl, Mary

"Hush, Dobble, hush! don't you see one of those naval officers has turned round and heard you? My dear

"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

"Nothing of that sort, Clopperno, no'pon honorlittle 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 youngandandthe 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.

Just as I finished this sentence. I found myself suddenly taken by the nose, and a voice shouting out,

"Mr. Stubbs, you are A LIAR AND A SCOUNDREL! Take this, sir,and this, for daring to meddle with the

I turned round as well as I couldfor the ruffian had pulled me out of my chairand 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 coatcollar, in what is called the scruff of my neck, the disgusting brute gave me

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,

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!

After this adventure I became sick of a military lifeat 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

See, now, what life is! I have had illluck on illluck 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

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

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

"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 havea 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 practisedconcealment 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

liesWHERE 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

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

Mamma and the girls looked quite astonished when I made the speech. "What does he mean?" said Lucy to

Mamma repeated the question. "My beloved Robert, what concealment are you talking of?"

"And do youwhatcan youdo you really suppose that I have concealedany of that blessed

saaaaint's propopopoperty?" screams out mamma. "Robert," says she"Bob, my own darling boy

my fondest, best beloved, now HE is gone" (meaning my late governormore 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 harmyou don't suppose that she would cheeeeat 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

"CHEEEEAT 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;

"So help me heaven," says mamma, in answer, going down on her knees and smacking her two hands, "I have

"Then what, Madam, induces you to tell these absurd stories to me, and to talk about your riches, when you

"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

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

Upon this speech the old lady said nothing, but she gave a screech loud enough to be heard from here to

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."

"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.

On Michaelmas dayand 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

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

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

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

Well, I had a little ready money, and, for the estate, expected a couple of thousand pounds. I had a good

militarylooking 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

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 elsewhereno other, in fact, than Dobble. He, too, was dressed

en militaire, with a frogged coat and spurs; and was walking with a showylooking, Jewishfaced,

blackhaired lady, glittering with chains and rings, with a green bonnet and a bird ofParadisea lilac

shawl, a yellow gown, pink silk stockings, and lightblue shoes. Three children, and a handsome footman,

were walking behind her, and the party, not seeing me, entered the "Royal Hotel" together.

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 armyclothier, 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

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 wasas really was the casecharmed 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

"What, Dobble, my boy, don't you recollect old Stubbs, and our adventure with the butcher's

Dobble gave a sickly kind of grin, and said, "Oh! ah! yes! It is yes! it is, I believe, Captain Stubbs."

"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."

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

youand you know it. You are a very different man to deal with from Waters; and I WILL FIGHT this

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.

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

"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

"A man of enormous wealtha tobaccomerchantWest 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 elseand it may be

you next week, ifha! ha! ha!you are disposed to enter the lists. I wouldn't, for MY part, have the woman

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.

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

We drove up to London in her comfortable chariot: the children and servants following in a postchaise. I

paid, of course, for everything; and until our house in Berkeley Square was painted, we stopped at "Stevens's

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.

He looked at Mrs. Stubbs, and made a bow. "Perhaps it will be convenient to you to pay this little bill, one

"My love," says she, "will you pay thisit is a trifle which I had really forgotten?"

"Vel, denn, Captain Shtubbsh," says he, "I must do my dutyand arrest youhere is the writ! Tom, keep

the door?" My wife faintedthe children screamed, and I fancy my condition as I was obliged to march off

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 coffeeroom, which I exchanged for the solitary comfort of a little dingy

backparlor, 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 tabled'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.

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.

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

"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."

"Well," said I, "Child's is but a step from this: you may go and get the cash,just give me an

Nabb drew out the acknowledgment with great punctuality, and set off for the bankers', whilst I prepared

He smiled as he came in. "Well," said I, "you have touched your money; and now, I must tell you, that you

"Oh, no, Mishter Shtubbsh," says he, grinning still. "Dere is som greater roag dan me,mosh greater."

"Fellow," said I, "don't stand grinning before a gentleman; but give me my hat and cloak, and let me leave

"Shtop, Shtubbsh," says he, not even Mistering me this time. "Here ish a letter, vich you had better read."

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

"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."

Don't laugh at me for telling this story. If you knew what tears are blotting over the paper as I write itif 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

Let me conclude this miserable history. Seven monthsmy wife saw me once or twice, and then dropped me

altogetherI 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 meI 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 storyLord Cornwallis, the detection, the pumping and all.

Commissioner Dubobwig was very funny about it. "So Doctor Swishtail would not pay you for the boots, eh,

"No: he said, ven I asked him for payment, dey was ordered by a yong boy, and I ought to have gone to his

"Bootless! no sare, I brought de boots back vid me. How de devil else could I show dem to you?" (Another

"I never would sell dem; I svore I never vood, on porpus to be revenged on dat Stobbs."

"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 meas if I was not

"This seems the dearest pair of boots you ever had in your life, Mr. Stubbs," said Commissioner Dubobwig

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

"Stop!" says a lawyer in the court. "Is this woman a showy black haired woman with one eye? very often

"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."

"Oh, well, we may pass you. You have been unlucky, Mr. Stubbs, but it seems as if the biter had been bit in

I was a free man when I went out of the Court; but I was a beggar I, Captain Stubbs, of the bold North

As I was marching sadly down Portugal Street, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a rough voice which I knew

"Vell, Mr. Stobbs, have I not kept my promise? I told you dem boots would be your ruin."

I was much too miserable to reply; and only cast my eyes towards the roofs of the houses, which I could not

"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 monnyha, ha but you vere de pigeon, and she was de grow. She has plocked you, too, pretty

"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.

"Starf! stoff and nonsense! You vill never die of starfingyou vill die of HANGING, I tinkho! 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

"Come, come," said Stiffelkind, "do not gry, Gaptain Stobbsit is not goot for a Gaptain to gryha! ha!

Derecome vid me, and you shall have a dinner, and a bregfast too,vich shall gost you nothing, until you

And so this curious old man, who had persecuted me all through my prosperity, grew compassionate towards

me in my illluck; 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."

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.

One day I can recollectone miserable day, as I was polishing on the trees a pair of boots of Mr.

Stiffelkind's manufacturethe old gentleman came into the shop, with a lady on his arm.

"Vere is Gaptain Stobbs?" said he. "Vere is dat ornament to his Majesty's service?"

I came in from the back shop, where I was polishing the boots, with one of them in my hand.

"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,

"Bah! my lof, his fingers von't soil you. Don't you know he has just been VITEVASHED?"

"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

At last he came home one day more merry and abusive than ever. "Gaptain," says he, "I have goot news for

youa goot place. Your lordship vill not be able to geep your garridge, but you vill be gomfortable, and

"Serve his Majesty?" says I. "Dearest Mr. Stiffelkind, have you got me a place under Government?"

"Yes, and somting better stillnot only a place, but a uniform: yes, Gaptain Stobbs, a RED GOAT."

"A red coat! I hope you don't think I would demean myself by entering the ranks of the army? I am a

"No, I know you will neveryou are too great a gowardha! ha! though dis is a red goat, and a place

where you must give some HARD KNOCKS tooha! ha!do you gomprehend?and you shall be a

"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 placeeighteen shillings a veek, you rogue, and your goat. You must

And so it wasI, Robert Stubbs, Esquire, became the vile thing he nameda general postman!

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

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

I was first in the Whitechapel district, where I stayed for nearly three years, when I was transferred to Jermyn

Street and Duke Streetfamous 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.

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

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

One day the young woman who took in the letters had not got change, and she called her mistress. An old

lady in a pokebonnet 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

"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 mailtime, I went

back to my mamma and sister; and, over a bottle of prime old port, and a precious good leg of boiled mutton

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

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 pocketmoney as well as board and lodging, and so I had the fifty

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

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 gentlemanwhich 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!

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 summerwhen 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 notnever having heard a word since of the scoundrelly Mrs. Stubbs.

I never went to the publichouse 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 halfpast three to dinnerwhen I jollied, as I call it, for the rest of the day. I was my mother's

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

Ah, those WERE jolly times! but Ma was obliged to give up the lodginghouse at lastfor, somehow,

things went wrong after my sister's departurethe 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?

No such luck. The business I thought was to last for ever: but at the end of two years came a smashshut up

shopsell 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

pockethandkerchiefs at the corners of streets; I've been a billiardmarker; 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 againthat is, an assistant to an officer of the Sheriff

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 spunginghouse; 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 coffeerooms

sevenandsixpence 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 outme, a gentleman, and, what is more, a poor orphan!

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 knownand so the crowd

"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 fivepair 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 manand sold my adventures for me to the

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