Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 6, June 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 6, June 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
With all its vices, its knavery, and its
abomination, there is no place like this great capital of ours in the
world for the comfort of having every thing that one can want, or
desire, or dream of, ready for one in an instant. Each man can choose
according to his means or his ambition. From the St. Giles cellar of the
thief or the professional beggar, to the princely palace of the nobleman
or the great merchant, every thing is at hand, and two or three taps of
an enchanter’s wand bring it into presence in a moment. So I will answer
for it, that we shall find what you want in the way of a house, in two
or three hours; but don’t have it too big: otherwise people will be
coming to dine with you and stay all night, a most harmonious and
agreeable way of being eaten out of house and home.”
Though brisk, active, generous and dashing, Captain Westover was a good
man of business, knew whatever he did know, well, was aware of the right
price of every thing, and I believe in the course of the next two or
three weeks, saved me several hundred pounds, besides putting me
completely in the way of doing the same for myself at an after period. I
will not dwell upon all our perquisitions. Let me come to the result.
Behold me, in the spring of the year, possessed of an exceedingly neat,
detached cottage, close upon Blackheath, with a beautiful garden filled
with shrubs and flowers, furniture excellent and abundant, two horses in
the stable, as pretty a little pony carriage as it was possible to
imagine, and a middle-aged groom, who though an active, honest and
excellent servant, had just been dismissed by a noble lord, because he
had got the asthma, and puffed like a grampus. He did his duty well,
however, and I did not mind his puffing. His name, moreover, was Lucas
Jones, or Jones Lucas—which, I never could make out, and I do not think
he knew well himself.
All the world was at that time volunteering.
Napoleon Bonaparte threatened an invasion of England, and fondly fancied
he could swallow up that stubborn little island as easily as he had
gulped down half the kingdoms of the continent; but little did he know
the spirit that he roused in the people of the land by the very threat.
All Great Britain was bristling in arms, and instead of men being
dragged away from their homes by forced conscriptions, people of all
ranks, classes and degrees, of all ages and characters, of all parties
and sects, were rushing in to enroll their names among the defenders of
their country, and submitting day after day, to toilsome drills, and
unaccustomed modes of life, to the loss of time and money and
convenience. But not a lip murmured, not a heart was depressed.
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