The Manchester ManBanks, G. Linnaeus (George Linnaeus), Mrs.
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The Manchester Man
Banks, G. Linnaeus (George Linnaeus), Mrs.
Manchester (England) -- Fiction
How valiantly we met that crew
Of infants, men and women too
Upon the plain of Peterloo:
And gloriously did hack and hew
The d——d reforming gang.
Our swords were sharp, you may suppose:
Some lost their ears—some lost a nose;
Our horses trod upon their toes
Ere they could run t’ escape our blows:
With shouts the welkin rang.
=_Andante._=
So keen were we to rout these swine,
Whole shoals of constables in line
We galloped o’er in style so fine,
By orders of the SAPIENT NINE—
First friends, then foes, laid flat.
By Richardson’s best grinding skill
Our blades were set with right good will,
That we these rogues might bleed or kill,
And “give them of Reform their fill!”
And what d’ye think of that?
And so on the satire ran, in mock-bravura style, through the whole
course of _piano_, _sotto voce_, _pianissima-mento_, and _con
baldanza_, with foot-notes to strengthen or elucidate the text. And
that the writer remained undiscovered and unprosecuted spoke loudly for
the re-action which had taken place in men’s minds.
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST.
WOUNDED.
At the extreme end of Mr. Mabbott’s long double-countered shop was an
expansive archway, closed in general by folding doors, through which
entrance was afforded to a narrow sitting-room, the length of which
was just by so much less than the width of the shop as was required
for a passage and staircase. Once a year the open archway revealed a
shimmering mass of snowy sugar-work, the towers and turrets of a castle
on a rock, or the illuminated windows of a magnificent palace, fit for
any princess of fairyland, with pleasure-gardens and lake, or fountain
and pond, wherein stately swans floated, and were overlooked by dames
and cavaliers created by the confectioner and his satellites.
For the fifty other weeks it was simply a snug parlour, comfortably
furnished according to the fashion of the time.
And it was in this room we left Jabez, whilst good-natured Ben Travis,
leaving his more patriotic comrades to “hack and hew” at their
pleasure, galloped hither and thither in search of a surgeon to dress
the wounded arm.
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