The Greatest Plague of Life: or, the Adventures of a Lady in Search of a Good Servant. — John Shaqi
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
I took good care that he should feel the want of a servant as much as I
did, and that he should know that the poor creatures were useful members
of society, if they were only properly treated; for I made a point of
keeping him without a mouthful of tea till near bed-time. Though I only
punished myself in the end, for the cup that “cheers but not
inebriates,” as the poet says, wouldn’t allow him to get a wink of
sleep, and he was so restless and cross all the night through, that he
only kept getting in and out of bed, and walking up and down the room,
and opening the windows, and raving at me like a wild Hottentot let
loose from Bedlam, declaring that I was quite an altered woman of late,
and that he couldn’t tell what on earth had come to me that day. When I
told him that nothing had come to me but dear mamma, he flew out most
dreadfully, and said that mother was a snake in the grass, who came
poisoning my mind and picking holes in his coat directly he was out of
the house; and that, as he knew that one bad sheep would destroy a whole
flock, he would take precious good care that my mother should never ruin
_me_, for he would forbid her the house the very next day; adding, that
if I encouraged her in coming there, that he would sell the furniture
off and run away from us both, and allow me a pound a week for the rest
of my life,--which I recollect at the time struck me as being very
ungenerous on his part, and not what I should naturally have expected
from him; for I thought that, under the circumstances, he really might
have made a greater allowance, when he knew that I could get nobody to
help me.
In the morning, Mrs. Burgess came as soon as it was light, and it having
been, I should say, four o’clock before I closed my eyes, I felt she was
knocking me up by waking me so early. However, I slipt on my wrapper,
and went down stairs and let her in. I told her to do the parlour
immediately, and take care and black-lead the stove before lighting the
fire, and after that to wash-up the dinner and tea things I had left
overnight, and then just to clean down the door-step a little (for
goodness’ sake!) for it was quite grubby to look at--and to sweep the
hall and shake the mats a bit, for the passage was as full of dirt as it
could hold, and I was really quite ashamed to see it--and I also told
her to take in a ha’p’orth of milk when the milkman called--and to have
the breakfast ready by eight o’clock precisely, as Mr. Sk--n--st--n was
a very punctual man. Then I went up stairs just to finish my night’s
rest; and no sooner had I jumped into bed than I fell off again so fast,
that I lay there till it was as near ten o’clock as it could be.
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