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 chambers were but meanly furnished, and this--But it needs not I
should acquaint the reader with the divers proofs that rose every
moment to convince me Mr. I. D. Dawkins, though a dandy, was not a rich
one. Before I had rummaged an hour among his chattels, I discovered
enough to set me into a cold shiver, and almost make me repent having
taken possession of his body. I found lying upon his table no less
than thirty-seven folded papers--the tribute doubtless of the two days
of his absence--of which, eight were either billetsdoux or mere cards
of invitation to ladies' parties, and twenty-nine were letters from
tailors, shoemakers, &c., all of them requesting payment of money owed,
and most of them as ferocious in spirit as they were original in style
and grammar. In an old trunk, which I ransacked, as well as every chest
of drawers and closet in the rooms (the keys were ready at hand in my
pocket), I discovered a bushel or two of bills--I suppose there may
have been a thousand of them, for they were of all dates--not one of
which had a receipt to it.
But, to make amends for this evil, I found Mr. I. D. Dawkins's wardrobe
in pretty good condition, except in the article of shirts; of which I
discovered but six, and those none of the best. However, there were
three dozen good dickeys, and a great abundance of loose collars
and wristbands; with which, I perceived, I might do without shirts
altogether.
But what gave me most pleasure, and indeed quite consoled me under the
feelings of disappointment and doubt that had begun to rise, was a
marvellous great quantity of love-letters, locks of hair, finger-rings,
odd gloves, &c., that I found scattered about; each, as was apparent,
the tribute or spoil of some admiring fair. "Aha!" said I, "I am a
devil of a fellow among the girls: who can resist me?" The idea of
being a favourite among the women, and the prospect I had of shooting
conquests among them, right and left, were infinitely agreeable. "Ged
and demmee," said I, "I will look about me now, and fix for life. I will
pick out the finest creature I can find who has a fortune, and marry
her; and then, I say, demm all tailors and other people. I will marry a
wife, eged!"
It was doubly remarkable I should make such a resolution, having had
but lately such a lesson of the joys of matrimony. But I found myself
fast growing another man. I still retained a lively recollection of
Mrs. Higginson, but fancy pictured an angel in the anticipated Mrs.
Dawkins. Dim visions--which seemed to be made up as much of crude
recollections as of half-formed anticipations--dim visions of lovely
eyes and noses floated over my brain; I sank into a soft, elysium-like
revery; when I suddenly heard a voice, somewhat tremulous and feeble,
but rude as the screech of a strawberry-woman in spring, saying,
"Sir, I say, sir, Mr. Dawkins, I shall trouble you, I say, for the
amount of that 'ere small account."
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