Social England under the Regency, Vol. 1 (of 2)Ashton, John
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Social England under the Regency, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Ashton, John
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; Regency -- England
It is hard to have to chronicle the rise and fall of a most useful
invention, the percussion _Cap_, which was patented by the Rev. A.
J. Forsyth, of Belhevie, Aberdeenshire, on the 11th of April, 1807.
Lepage, the noted gun-maker of Paris pirated it; and Napoleon, in
1811, ordered it to be generally introduced into the French Army.
It has been superseded, or rather its form has been altered by the
modern breech loader.
Good manners and courtesy from Robber to robbed evidently had not
gone out of fashion with Claude Duval, and a "gentle thief" was
not unknown, as the Miss Somervilles could testify. They were in a
carriage with their papa, who was a surgeon, when it was stopped, on
Hounslow Heath, by a _foot pad_--for there were subtle distinctions
in theft in those days. The Man who robbed you, and was on horseback,
was at the top of his profession--he was a Highwayman; but the poor,
scurvy rogue whose financial arrangements could not compass the
dignity of a horse, was a common thief, a wolf's head, a foot pad.
This mean specimen of roguery, only armed with a Clasp Knife, with
many oaths, declared that he would operate upon the Surgeon to his
disadvantage, unless he gave him his money. Under this compulsion
Mr. Somerville gave him all he had about him, two five-pound notes,
and four shillings; meanwhile the women folk, who saw what was being
done to dear papa, besought the evil-doer, with tears in their eyes,
and their money in their hands, to take what his strong arm had won,
and depart in peace. Then the innate chivalry of that robber arose
within him, and he said, in a somewhat mixed vein of politeness, and
brutality, "Nay, ladies, don't be frightened, I never did the least
injury to a woman in my life, nor never will, d--n me; as for your
money, keep it yourselves: all that I ask from you is a kiss apiece;
if you grudge me that, I'm sure you are neither sensible, nor good
humoured." _Væ Victis!_ The soft penalty was paid, and the wicked man
turned away from his wickedness after doing a mild "Confiteor "--that
he had spent all his money very foolishly, and the sum in which he
had mulcted papa would carry him to his friends, and then he should
have plenty. It was the first robbery he had ever committed, and it
should be the last--and then he faded into the _ewigkeit_. But how
about the stout coachman and footman who drove, and sat behind the
carriage? Probably Somerville _père_ had something to say to them on
his return home.
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