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
As soon as I began to take notice of what was passing about me, I
perceived that I lay in a good, though plainly-furnished chamber, and
that, besides the physicians and other persons who occasionally bustled
around me, there were two individuals so constantly in attendance,
and so careful and affectionate in all their deportment, that I did
not doubt they were members of my new family. Indeed, I had no sooner
looked upon their faces, and heard their voices, than I felt a glow of
satisfaction within my spirit; which convinced me they were my very
dear and faithful friends, and that I loved them exceedingly.
They were both young men, the one perhaps of twenty-five, the other
six or seven years older. Both were decked in Quaker garments, the
elder being uncommonly plain in his appearance, wearing smallclothes,
shoe-buckles, and a hat with a brim full five inches wide, which he
seldom laid aside. These gave him a patriarchal appearance, highly
striking in one of his youth, which was much increased by an uncommon
air of gravity and benevolence beaming from his somewhat swarthy and
hollow visage.
The younger had no such sanctimonious appearance. There was a janty
look even in the cut of his straight coat; he had a handsome face, and
seemed conscious of it; he swung about the room at times with a strut
that excited his own admiration; and any three moments out of five he
might be seen before the looking-glass, surveying his teeth, inspecting
the sweep of his shoulders, and brushing up his hair with his fingers.
His plain coat was set at naught by a vest and trousers of the most
fashionable cut and pattern; he had a gold guard-chain, worn abroad,
and his watch, which, in all likelihood, was gold also, was stuck in
his vest-pocket, in the manner approved of by bucks and men of the
world, instead of being deposited, according to the system of the wise,
in a fob over the epigastrium; and, to crown his list of vanities, he
had in his shirt a breastpin, which he took care to keep constantly
visible, containing jewels of seven or eight different colours. It
was manifest the young gentleman, if a Quaker, as his coat showed him
to be, was quite a free one; and, indeed, the first words I heard him
utter (which were also the first that I distinguished after rousing
from my long sleep of insensibility) set the matter beyond question. I
saw him peer into my face very curiously, and directly heard him call
out to his companion--"I say, Snipe, by jingo, uncle Zack's beginning
to look like a man in his senses!"
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