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
I hobbled down to the porch of the inn, not without pain, for my foot
was awfully tender, and began to picture to myself the misery that was
inevitably prepared for me. The thought of living a month longer in the
same house with my wife, entirely at her mercy, drove me to despair; in
the midst of which, being roused by the sound of approaching wheels,
I looked up, and beheld my wife herself, advancing as fast as my
elegant bays could bear her, to pay me a visit. I knew her by her white
feathers, and my brother Tim was sitting at her side.
At this sight my philosophy forsook me altogether; I fell into a
phrensy, and disregarding the condition of my foot, or rather sharpened
and confirmed in my purpose by the pangs it gave me, I rushed down
to the river-side towards a spot where I knew there was deep water,
resolved to throw myself in without a moment's delay; and this without
considering that, as it was hot weather, I should spoil the water drunk
by my fellow-citizens. This was an objection that partly occurred to
me before, when debating the subject of drowning; and I think it so
serious a one, that I would recommend to the councils of Philadelphia
to appoint a bailiff, whose express duty should be to prevent people
drowning themselves in the basin; and the same person might have an eye
to the drowned cats, dogs, pigs, calves, dead fish, and swimming boys,
that somewhat detract from the agreeableness of the water.
I reached the place just as the barouche drew up at the door, and
hopping forward, I began to slip off my coat and waistcoat, and draw
out my watch and pocketbook, though for what purpose, I am sure I
cannot say. But what was my surprise to perceive myself forestalled
in my intentions by another person, who stood upon the very rock from
which I designed to throw myself, and was evidently preparing to
exercise justice upon himself in the same summary way. He was a tall,
lank personage, of highly genteel figure and habit; but his back being
towards me, I could not see his face.
I had scarce laid eyes upon him before, with a very violent motion of
his arm, he cast his hat into the stream, and immediately afterward
his neck-cloth; then slapping his hands together like one who is
about rushing into a fight, and rushing into it with resolution, he
exclaimed, "The devil take all women and tailors!" and leaped into the
river, which instantly closed over his head.
I was so petrified at his rashness that I forgot my own, and stood
staring on the water, as it came rushing in agitated ripples to the
shore, lost in such confusion and horror, that for a space of a minute
or more I neither moved hand nor foot. The water, which, previous to
the plunge, had been as smooth as a mirror, was fast regaining its
tranquillity, when, on a sudden, a great bubbling began to appear a few
yards below the rock, and I saw the top of a man's head come to the
surface, and immediately after sink again.
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