English essays -- 19th century; Great Britain -- Social life and customs; London (England) -- Description and travel
Another exile to the same shore I knew: who did not? Julius Caesar
hardly owed more money than Cucedicus: and, gracious powers! Cucedicus,
how did you manage to spend and owe so much? All day he was at work for
his clients; at night he was occupied in the Public Council. He neither
had wife nor children. The rewards which he received for his orations
were enough to maintain twenty rhetoricians. Night after night I have
seen him eating his frugal meal, consisting but of a fish, a small
portion of mutton, and a small measure of Iberian or Trinacrian wine,
largely diluted with the sparkling waters of Rhenish Gaul. And this was
all he had; and this man earned and paid away talents upon talents; and
fled, owing who knows how many more! Does a man earn fifteen thousand
pounds a year, toiling by day, talking by night, having horrible unrest
in his bed, ghastly terrors at waking, seeing an officer lurking at
every corner, a sword of justice for ever hanging over his head--and
have for his sole diversion a newspaper, a lonely mutton-chop, and a
little sherry and seltzer-water? In the German stories we read how men
sell themselves to--a certain Personage, and that Personage cheats
them. He gives them wealth; yes, but the gold-pieces turn into worthless
leaves. He sets them before splendid banquets yes, but what an awful
grin that black footman has who lifts up the dish-cover; and don't you
smell a peculiar sulphurous odor in the dish? Faugh! take it away; I
can't eat. He promises them splendors and triumphs. The conqueror's ear
rolls glittering through the city, the multitude shout and huzza. Drive
on, coachman. Yes, but who is that hanging on behind the carriage? Is
this the reward of eloquence, talents, industry? Is this the end of a
life's labor? Don't you remember how, when the dragon was infesting
the neighborhood of Babylon, the citizens used to walk dismally out of
evenings, and look at the valleys round about strewed with the bones of
the victims whom the monster had devoured? O insatiate brute, and most
disgusting, brazen, and scaly reptile! Let us be thankful, children,
that it has not gobbled us up too. Quick. Let us turn away, and pray
that we may be kept out of the reach of his horrible maw, jaw, claw!
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