The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
I was now, not only in my imagination, but in reality, the most happy
creature in the world, as I was so infinitely satisfied with my wife,
who was indeed the best-humoured woman in the world, a most
accomplished, beautiful creature indeed, perfectly well-bred, and had
not one ill quality about her; and this happiness continued without the
least interruption for about six years.
But I, that was to be the most unhappy fellow alive in the article of
matrimony, had at last a disappointment of the worst sort even here. I
had three fine children by her, and in her time of lying-in with the
last she got some cold, that she did not in a long time get off; and,
in short, she grew very sickly. In being so continually ill and out of
order, she very unhappily got a habit of drinking cordials and hot
liquors. Drink, like the devil, when it gets hold of any one, though
but a little, it goes on by little and little to their destruction. So
in my wife, her stomach being weak and faint, she first took this
cordial, then that, till, in short, she could not live without them,
and from a drop to a sup, from a sup to a dram, from a dram to a glass,
and so on to two, till at last she took, in short, to what we call
drinking.
As I likened drink to the devil, in its gradual possession of the
habits and person, so it is yet more like the devil in its encroachment
on us, where it gets hold of our senses. In short, my beautiful,
good-humoured, modest, well-bred wife grew a beast, a slave to strong
liquor, and would be drunk at her own table—nay, in her own closet by
herself, till, instead of a well-made, fine shape, she was as fat as a
hostess; her fine face, bloated and blotched, had not so much as the
ruins of the most beautiful person alive—nothing remained but a good
eye; that indeed she held to the last. In short, she lost her beauty,
her shape, her manners, and at last her virtue; and, giving herself up
to drinking, killed herself in about a year and a half after she first
began that cursed trade, in which time she twice was exposed in the
most scandalous manner with a captain of a ship, who, like a villain,
took the advantage of her being in drink and not knowing what she did.
But it had this unhappy effect, that instead of her being ashamed and
repenting of it when she came to herself, it hardened her in the crime,
and she grew as void of modesty at last as of sobriety.
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