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
At that sight, my presence of mind was restored; and being much
concerned that a young fellow, as he appeared to be, should perish so
miserably, I rushed into the river, and being a good diver, had but
little trouble to fish him up, and drag him to the shore. But I pulled
him out a moment too late; he was as dead as a herring, or appeared to
be; for his countenance was distorted, and blue as an in digo-bag, and
his mouth full of foam; a circumstance which I regretted the more, as I
no sooner looked him in the face than I recognised the features of my
friend, if I may so call him, Mr. I. Dulmer Dawkins.
As I was dragging the body to the shore, a carriage came rattling along
the road, which is there so near to the river that those who were in
it could easily perceive the act in which I was engaged, and they
stopped it to give me assistance. It was at that very moment that I
discovered who it was I was carrying; and I was so much surprised at
the discovery, that I cried out in a loud voice, "I. D. Dawkins, by the
Lord!"
There was immediately a great screaming in the carriage, and out
rushed my aristocratical neighbour, Mr. Periwinkle Smith, with two
young ladies, one of whom was his daughter; and such an uproar and
lamentation as they made about me, were perhaps never before made by so
small a number of genteel people, on any occasion. I was particularly
affected by the expressions of the fair Miss Smith, who seemed overcome
by grief; and, as I did not doubt she had an affection for the young
fellow, I wondered what folly could have driven him into this act of
suicide.
But my wonder was not very long-lived; the cries of the two ladies had
reached the inn, and drawn every soul therein to the scene of disaster.
They came running towards us, and I saw that my wife was among them.
I could maintain my equanimity no longer: in the bitterness of my heart
I muttered, almost aloud, and as sincerely as I ever muttered any thing
in my life, "I would I were this addle-pate Dawkins, were it only to be
lying as much like a drowned rat as he!"
I had not well grumbled the last word, before a sudden fire flashed
before my eyes, a loud noise like the roar of falling water passed
through my head, and I lost all sensation and consciousness.
BOOK III.
CONTAINING MUCH THAT WILL BE INTERESTING TO YOUNG GENTLEMEN IN DEBT,
AND TO FATHERS OF FAMILIES WHO DESIRE TO HAVE THEIR CHILDREN RISE IN
SOCIETY.
CHAPTER I.
THE INCONVENIENCES OF BEING DROWNED.--THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE HISTORY
OF I. D. DAWKINS, ESQ.
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