Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
My chief strength, indeed, was shown in the management of small stocks,
and especially those that were good for nothing, and more especially
still in southern mining-companies. It was here that we of the Clipping
Club, as the members of the fraternity delighted to call themselves,
found our fairest opportunity to prey upon those passions of cupidity
and terror which lay the ignorant at the mercy of the knowing. No one
knew better than myself how to get up or depress such a stock. I knew
how many ignorant widows, poor parsons, infirm artisans, and other
needy persons were to be cajoled, by the prospect of handsome and
increasing dividends, to invest their petty savings when it could be
done at small premiums; and I knew how easily the terror of loss could
drive them out of their investments. To say the truth, the principal
business of myself and my brother clippers was to bob for such minnows;
and it is incredible how they bite, though it is only to be bitten. A
few words scattered at random, and still fewer uttered in confidence,
were enough to send shoals of these unlucky creatures to swallow what
we thought proper to sell; and a few doubts and long faces, added to
the throwing away at low prices of a _few_ dozen shares, sufficed to
convert the trembling holders into sellers, whenever we deemed it
advisable to buy. In this way I have known a pet stock to be tossed
up and down like a ball, while every ascent and downfall served the
purpose of filling the pockets of the fraternity and emptying those of
the victims.
In such occupations as these passed three months of my existence,
and, sinner that I am, I thought that they passed very honestly. The
spirit of Abram Skinner had left such a taint of rascality in his
body, that my own was thoroughly imbued with it; from which I infer
that a man's body is like a barrel, which, if you salt fish in it
once, will make fish of every thing you put into it afterward. A grain
of lying or thieving, or any such spicy propensity, infused into the
youthful breast by a tender parent, will give a scent to the spirit
for life; and as this is a fact, I recommend parents to take no notice
of it,--not supposing parents will take advice, except by contraries.
The passion of Abram Skinner destroyed every trait that had belonged
to Sheppard Lee; and as for those I had taken from John H. Higginson
and I. D. Dawkins, they were lost in like manner. I was Abram Skinner,
and nothing but Abram Skinner. I scarce remembered that I had ever been
any thing else. I am free now to confess, what I was not so certain of
then, though I had my doubts on the matter at times,--namely, that in
labouring so hard after lucre, I was only striving to sell my soul to
the greatest advantage.
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