The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant.Mayhew, Henry
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The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant.
Mayhew, Henry
English wit and humor; Household employees
and gave a lock to each, there was no doubt the amiable villain would be
obliged to throw in his whiskers and mustachios, in order that the
supply might in any way be equal to the demand; while the good-looking
vagabond would be obliged to go about with nearly all his hair cut off,
like a French poodle, or else cropped as short as a knapsack.
When the day came for Susan to go, the poor girl had only a matter of
eight shillings to receive out of the whole of her quarter’s wages. And
Edward asked her how on earth she meant to live until she got a new
situation. Whereupon the wretched dupe burst into tears, and said she
was sure she couldn’t say; she had spent chief part of her earnings in
paying for tobacco and drink for Ned Twist; and had lent him seven
half-crowns; but she wouldn’t mind about that so much, only she had sent
two letters to him at Windsor, and he had never even answered them. And
what was worse than all, she had heard, since he left, that she wasn’t
the only girl who had been fool enough to believe what he said, and to
squander all her wages upon him; for she knew for a fact that in Albany
Street alone, he had borrowed several pounds, in small sums, from
different maids-of-all-work like herself, under the pretence of putting
up the banns.
“But, my poor girl,” said Edward, “what could ever have induced you to
believe the vagabond?”
“I can’t tell, sir,” sobbed Susan; “only he used to come of an evening,
and fill my head with a lot of stuff about honour and glory, and
bleeding for his country; and saying that whenever the trumpet sounded,
he would gladly die upon the battle-plain in defence of the maids of
merry England; and then he used to say that the soldier loved only three
things as dearly as his life--and they were, his country, his honour,
and his sweetheart--and ask me, who was so quick as the gallant Son of
Mars to protect a lovely and defenceless woman from the tyrant’s grasp.
So I couldn’t help thinking that he was one of the noblest men I ever
met, and after all his fine sayings, I never dreamt that he would go
borrowing my wages, and running away without paying me, and leaving me
perhaps to starve while I’m out of place; for what’s to become of me
now, goodness only knows.”
This tale affected us both so much, that we quite pitied the poor girl,
for I saw that it had been all along as I had expected; and upon my
word, the man was so handsome, that there was every allowance to be made
for our simple Susan. As I said before, and say again, Government ought
not to allow these men to have so much idle time on their hands as they
have, or else make it a rule, that if there must be soldiers, at any
rate, that they should be ugly ones; for her Majesty’s ministers ought
to know that the red coats and bright buttons alone are quite sufficient
to turn the heads of all the young girls, without the irresistible
aggravation of a handsome face, and a pair of black mustachios.
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