The Expedition of Humphry ClinkerSmollett, T. (Tobias)
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The Expedition of Humphry Clinker
Smollett, T. (Tobias)
Epistolary fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Travelers -- Fiction
My uncle said nothing till we were seated, when, after having looked at
me earnestly for some time, he burst out a-laughing, and asked if I knew
upon what subject Clinker was holding forth to the mob--‘If (said he)
the fellow is turned mountebank, I must turn him out of my service,
otherwise he’ll make Merry Andrews of us all’--I observed, that, in
all probability, he had studied medicine under his master, who was a
farrier.
At dinner, the squire asked him, if he had ever practised physic? ‘Yes,
and please your honour (said he) among brute beasts; but I never meddle
with rational creatures.’ ‘I know not whether you rank in that class the
audience you was haranguing in the court at St. James’s, but I should be
glad to know what kind of powders you was distributing; and whether you
had a good sale’--‘Sale, sir! (cried Clinker) I hope I shall never be
base enough to sell for gold and silver, what freely comes of God’s
grace. I distributed nothing, an like your honour, but a word of
advice to my fellows in servitude and sin.’ ‘Advice! concerning what?’
‘Concerning profane swearing, an please your honour; so horrid and
shocking, that it made my hair stand on end.’ ‘Nay, if thou can’st cure
them Of that disease, I shall think thee a wonderful doctor indeed’ ‘Why
not cure them, my good master? the hearts of those poor people are not
so stubborn as your honour seems to think--Make them first sensible
that you have nothing in view but their good, then they will listen with
patience, and easily be convinced of the sin and folly of a practice
that affords neither profit nor pleasure--At this remark, our uncle
changed colour, and looked round the company, conscious that his own
withers were not altogether unwrung. ‘But, Clinker (said he) if you
should have eloquence enough to persuade the vulgar to resign those
tropes and figures of rhetoric, there will be little or nothing left to
distinguish their conversation from that of their betters.’ ‘But then
your honour knows, their conversation will be void of offence; and, at
the day of judgment, there will be no distinction of persons.’
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