Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2) — John Shaqi
Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
"I won't go to jail for no Charlie in the liberty," said the man of
the jug, who to the last moment seemed to have no other idea than
that he had fallen into the hands of a guardian of the night, and was
in danger of being introduced to warmer quarters than those he was
leaving. He spoke with the indignation of a freeborn republican, who
felt his rights invaded, and was resolute to defend them; and, lifting
up the fragment of his jug, he suddenly bestowed it upon my head with
such good-will that I was felled to the earth. He took advantage of my
downfall to decamp, carrying with him the treasure with which I had so
bountifully freighted him. I pursued him as well as I could, calling
upon the watch for assistance, and shouting murder and robbery at the
top of my voice. But all was in vain; the watch were asleep, or I had
wandered beyond their jurisdiction; and after a ten minutes' chase I
found myself more bewildered than before, and the robber vanished with
his plunder.
9. CHAPTER IX.
IN WHICH THE AUTHOR MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A PHILANTHROPIST.
I should have cursed my simplicity in mistaking a drunkard for a dead
man; but I had other evils to distress me besides chagrin. I was lost
in a snow-storm, fainting with fatigue, shivering with cold, and afar
from assistance, there not being a single house in sight. It was in
vain that I sought to recover my way; I plunged from one snow-bank into
another; and I believe I should have actually perished, had not succour
arrived at a moment when I had given over all hopes of receiving it.
I had just sunk down into a huge drift on the roadside, where I lay
groaning, unable to extricate myself, when a man driving by in a chair,
hearing my lamentations, drew up, and demanded, in a most benevolent
voice, what was the matter.
"Who art thou, friend?" said he, "and what are thy distresses? If thou
art in affliction, peradventure there is one nigh at hand who will
succour thee."
"I am," said I, "the most miserable wretch on the earth."
"Heaven be praised!" said the stranger, with great devoutness of
accent; "for in that case I will give thee help, and the night shall
not pass away in vain. Yea, verily, I will do my best to assist thee;
for it is both good and pleasant, a comeliness to the eye and a
refreshment to the spirit, to do good deeds among those who are truly
wretched."
"And besides," said I, "I am sticking fast in the snow, and am
perishing with cold."
"Be of good heart, and hold still for a moment, and I will come to thy
assistance."
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