“My story is now soon told. So effectually did they rescue the alderman
from his danger that they left me insensible, and I only came to myself
some days after by finding myself in the dock in Green Street, charged
with an indictment of nineteen counts; the only word of truth is what lay
in the preamble, for the ‘devil inciting’ me only would ever have made
me the owner of that infernal beast, the cause of all my misfortunes. I
was so stupefied from my beating that I know little of the course of the
proceedings. My friends told me afterward that I had a narrow escape from
transportation; but for the greatest influence exerted in my behalf, I
should certainly have passed the autumn in the agreeable recreation of
pounding oyster-shells or carding wool; and it certainly must have gone
hard with me, for, stupefied as I was, I remember the sensation in court
when the alderman made his appearance with a patch over his eye. The
affecting admonition of the little judge—who, when passing sentence upon
me, adverted to the former respectability of my life and the rank of my
relatives—actually made the galleries weep.
“Four months in Newgate and a fine to the king, then, rewarded my taste
for horse exercise; and it’s no wonder if I prefer going on foot.
“As to Miss Eversham, the following short note from the dean concluded my
hopes in that quarter:
“‘Deanery, Wednesday morning.
“‘Sir—After the very distressing publicity to which your
late conduct has exposed you—the so open avowal of political
opinions, at variance with those (I will say) of every
gentleman—and the recorded sentence of a judge on the verdict
of twelve of your countrymen—I should hope that you will not
feel my present admonition necessary to inform you that your
visits to my house shall cease.
“‘The presents you made my daughter, when under our unfortunate
ignorance of your real character, have been addressed to your
hotel, and I am your most obedient, humble servant,
“‘Oliver Eversham.’
“Here ended my second affair ‘par amour;’ and I freely confess to you
that if I can only obtain a wife in a sea voyage, or a steeple-chase, I
am likely to fulfil one great condition in modern advertising—‘as having
no incumbrance, nor any objection to travel.’”
NOTE
_Thackeray’s only book for children, “The Rose and the Ring,” has
given him a place among writers for children that is the equal of that
which he enjoys as one of the world’s greatest novelists. His fondness
for children was proverbial and it appears over and over again in his
writings._
_This story was written of Christmas time in the year 1854 while the
author was living at Rome. Thackeray wrote it to entertain a little young
friend, a girl who had been ill. As he finished a chapter to read to her
he would illustrate it with these droll pictures hastily sketched with
his pen._
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