The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and OdditiesThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Almanacs, English -- England -- London; English wit and humor
I suppose the regiment was not very brave itself—being only militia;
but, certain it was that Stubbs was considered a most terrible fellow,
and I swore so much, and looked so fierce, that you would have fancied I
had made half a hundred campaigns. I was second in several duels; the
umpire in all disputes; and such a crack-shot myself that fellows were
shy of insulting me. As for Dobble, I took him under my protection; and
he became so attached to me that we ate, drank, and rode together, every
day; his father didn't care for money, so long as his son was in good
company—and what so good as that of the celebrated Stubbs? Heigho! I
_was_ good company in those days, and a brave fellow, too, as I should
have remained, but for—what I shall tell the public immediately.
It happened, in the fatal year ninety-six, that the brave North-Bungays
were quartered at Portsmouth; a maritime place, which I need not
describe, and which I wish I had never seen. I might have been a General
now, or, at least, a rich man.
The red-coats carried everything before them in those days; and I, such
a crack character as I was in my regiment, was very well received by the
towns-people; many dinners I had; many tea-parties; many lovely young
ladies did I lead down the pleasant country-dances.
Well; although I had had the two former rebuffs in love, which I have
described, my heart was still young; and the fact was, knowing that a
girl with a fortune was my only chance, I made love here as furiously as
ever. I shan't describe the lovely creatures on whom I had fixed whilst
at Portsmouth. I tried more than—several—and it is a singular fact,
which I never have been able to account for, that, successful as I was
with ladies of maturer age, by the young ones I was refused regular.
But "faint heart never won fair lady;" and so I went on, and on, until I
had really got a Miss Clopper, a tolerably rich navy-contractor's
daughter, into such a way that I really don't think she could have
refused me. Her brother, Captain Clopper, was in a line regiment, and
helped me as much as ever he could; he swore I was such a brave fellow.
As I had received a number of attentions from Clopper, I determined to
invite him to dinner; which I could do without any sacrifice of my
principle, upon this point; for the fact is, Dobble lived at an inn—and
as he sent all his bills to his father, I made no scruple to use his
table. We dined in the coffee-room; Dobble bringing his friend, and so
we made a party _carry_, as the French say. Some naval officers were
occupied in a similar way at a table next to ours.
Well—I didn't spare the bottle, either for myself or my friends; and we
grew very talkative, and very affectionate as the drinking went on. Each
man told stories of his gallantry in the field, or amongst the ladies,
as officers will, after dinner. Clopper confided to the company his wish
that I should marry his sister, and vowed that he thought me the best
fellow in Christendom.
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