Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
Why do we hear such tirades about the ingratitude of men, who, being
once assisted by others,--their inferiors in everything save gold,--soar
above the low routine of toadyism, and rise into personal independence?
Let us remember that the contract was never a fair one, and that a whole
life's degradation is a heavy sum to pay for a dinner with his Grace,
or a cup of tea with her Highness. "My Lord," I am aware, thinks
differently; and it is one of the very pleasant delusions of his
high station to fancy that little folk are dependent upon him,--what
consequence they obtain among their fellows by his recognition in
public, or by his most careless nod in the street. But "my Lord" does
not know that this is a paper currency that represents no capital,
that it is not convertible at will, and is never a legal tender; and
consequently, as a requital for actual _bona fide_ services, is about as
honest a payment as a flash note.
It was no breach of my principle that I accepted Sir Dudley's offer. Our
acquaintance began by my rendering him a service; and I was as free
to leave him that hour, and, I own, as ready to do so, if occasion
permitted, as he could be to get rid of me; and it was not long before
the occasion presented itself for exercising these views.
As I lay thus, ruminating on my past fortunes, Halkett descended the
steerage-ladder, followed by Felborg, the Dane; and, approaching my
hammock, held a light to my face for a few seconds. "Still asleep?" said
Halkett. "Poor boy! he has never awoke since I dressed his wound this
morning. I 'm sure it's better; so let us leave him so."
"Ay, ay," said the Dane, "let him sleep; bad tidings come soon enough,
without one's being awoke to hear them. But do you think he 'll do it?"
added he, with lower and more anxious tone.
"He has said so; and I never knew him fail in his promise when it was a
cruel one."
"Have you no influence over him, Halkett? Could you not speak for the
boy?"
"I have done all I could,--more than perhaps it was safe to do. I told
him I could n't answer for the men, if he were to shoot him on board;
and he replied to me short, 'I 'll take the fellow ashore with me alone;
neither you nor they have any right to question what you are not to
witness.'"
"Well, when I get back to Elsinore, it's to a prison and heavy irons I
shall go for life, that's certain; but I 'd face it all rather than live
the life we've done now for twenty months past."
"Hush! speak low!" said the other. "I suppose others are weary of it as
well as you. Many a man has to live a bad life just because he started
badly."
"I 'm sorry for the boy!" sighed the Dane; "he was a bold and fearless
fellow."
"I am sorry for him too. It was an evil day for him when he joined us.
Well, well, what would he have become if he had lived a year or two on
board!"
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