The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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To the letter and the spirit of the despatch he had received, the
worthy Garret acted rigidly, and his voice was scarcely ever known to
transgress the narrow limits prescribed by his friends. In more
respects that one, was this a good resolve; for so completely had he
identified himself with college habits, things, and phrases, that
whenever he conversed, he became little short of unintelligible to the
vulgar—a difficulty not decreased by his peculiar pronunciation.
My round of presentation was just completed, when the pale figure in
light blue livery announced Counsellor Daly and dinner, for both came
fortunately together. Taking the post of honour, Miss Riley’s arm, I
followed Tom, who I soon perceived ruled the whole concern, as he led
the way with another ancient vestal in black satin and bugles. The long
procession wound its snake-like length down the narrow stair, and into
the dining-room, where at last we all got seated; and here let me
briefly vindicate the motives of my friend—should any unkind person be
found to impute to his selection of a residence, any base and
grovelling passion for gourmandaise, that day’s experience should be an
eternal vindication of him. The soup—alas! that I should so far
prostitute the word; for the black broth of Sparta was mock turtle in
comparison—retired to make way for a mass of beef, whose tenderness I
did not question; for it sank beneath the knife of the carver like a
feather bed—the skill of Saladin himself would have failed to divide
it. The fish was a most rebellious pike, and nearly killed every loyal
subject at table; and then down the sides were various comestibles of
chickens, with azure bosoms, and hams with hides like a rhinoceros;
covered dishes of decomposed vegetable matter, called spinach and
cabbage; potatoes arrayed in small masses, and browned, resembling
those ingenious architectural structures of mud, children raise in the
high ways, and call dirt-pies. Such were the chief constituents of the
“feed;” and such, I am bound to confess, waxed beautifully less under
the vigorous onslaught of the party.
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