England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
‘WE are still in smooth water; that is to say, in as smooth water as a
steam-vessel ever can be, for, as Professor Woodensconce (who has just
woke up) learnedly remarks, another great point of ingenuity about a
steamer is, that it always carries a little storm with it. You can
scarcely conceive how exciting the jerking pulsation of the ship becomes.
It is a matter of positive difficulty to get to sleep.’
‘_Friday afternoon_, _six o’clock_.
‘I REGRET to inform you that Mr. Slug’s plaster has proved of no avail.
He is in great agony, but has applied several large, additional pieces
notwithstanding. How affecting is this extreme devotion to science and
pursuit of knowledge under the most trying circumstances!
‘We were extremely happy this morning, and the breakfast was one of the
most animated description. Nothing unpleasant occurred until noon, with
the exception of Doctor Foxey’s brown silk umbrella and white hat
becoming entangled in the machinery while he was explaining to a knot of
ladies the construction of the steam-engine. I fear the gravy soup for
lunch was injudicious. We lost a great many passengers almost
immediately afterwards.’
‘_Half-past six_.
‘I AM again in bed. Anything so heart-rending as Mr. Slug’s sufferings
it has never yet been my lot to witness.’
‘_Seven o’clock_.
‘A MESSENGER has just come down for a clean pocket-handkerchief from
Professor Woodensconce’s bag, that unfortunate gentleman being quite
unable to leave the deck, and imploring constantly to be thrown
overboard. From this man I understand that Professor Nogo, though in a
state of utter exhaustion, clings feebly to the hard biscuit and cold
brandy and water, under the impression that they will yet restore him.
Such is the triumph of mind over matter.
‘Professor Grime is in bed, to all appearance quite well; but he _will_
eat, and it is disagreeable to see him. Has this gentleman no sympathy
with the sufferings of his fellow-creatures? If he has, on what
principle can he call for mutton-chops—and smile?’
‘_Black Boy and Stomach-ache_,
_Oldcastle_, _Saturday noon_.
‘YOU will be happy to learn that I have at length arrived here in safety.
The town is excessively crowded, and all the private lodgings and hotels
are filled with _savans_ of both sexes. The tremendous assemblage of
intellect that one encounters in every street is in the last degree
overwhelming.
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