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(9.) "G. C. is the only man I know moving in a respectable sphere
of life who is a match for the under class of cabmen. He meets
them on their own ground, and fights them with their own weapons.
The moment they begin to swagger, to bluster, and abuse, he darts
a _look_ at them, which, in two cases out of three, has the effect
of reducing them to a tolerable state of civility; but if looks
do not produce the desired results--if the eyes do not operate
like oil thrown on the troubled waters, he talks to them in tones
which, aided as his words and lungs are by the fire and fury
darting from his eye, and the vehemence of his gesticulation,
silence poor Jehu effectually," &c.
Fact is told in fewer words than fiction. It so happens that I never had
a dispute with a cabman in my life, possibly because I never provoked
one. From me they are sure of a civil word; I generally open the door to
let myself in, and always to let myself out; nay, unless they are very
active indeed, I hand the money to them on the box, and shut the door
to save them the trouble of descending. "The greatest is behind"--_I
invariably pay them more than their fare_; and frequently, by the
exercise of a generous forgetfulness, make them a present of an umbrella,
pair of gloves, or a handkerchief. At times, I have gone so far as to
leave them a few sketches, as an inspection of the albums of their wives
and daughters (they _have_ their albums doubtless) would abundantly
testify.
(10.) "And yet he _can_ make himself exceedingly agreeable both
in conversation and manners when he is in the humour so to do. I
have met with persons who have been loaded with his civilities and
attention. I _know_ instances in which he has spent considerable
time in showing strangers everything curious in the house; he is
a collector of curiosities."
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[Illustration]
No single symp---- I was about to say that no single symptom of a
curiosity, however insignificant, is visible in my dwelling, when by
audible tokens I was (or rather am) rendered sensible of the existence
of a _pair of bellows_. Well, in these it must be admitted that we
_do_ possess a curiosity. We call them "bellows," because, on a close
inspection, they appear to bear a much stronger resemblance to "bellows"
than to any other species of domestic implement; but what in reality
they are, the next annual meeting of the great Scientific Association
must determine; or the public may decide for themselves when admitted
hereafter to view the precious deposit in the British Museum. In the mean
time, I vainly essay to picture the unpicturable.
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