The Newcomes: Memoirs of a Most Respectable FamilyThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Newcomes: Memoirs of a Most Respectable Family
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Domestic fiction; Families -- England -- Fiction
In spite of the sneers of the _Newcome Independent_, and the Colonel’s
unlucky visit to his nurse’s native place, he still remained in high
favour in Park Lane; where the worthy gentleman paid almost daily
visits, and was received with welcome and almost affection, at least by
the ladies and the children of the house. Who was it that took the
children to Astley’s but Uncle Newcome? I saw him there in the midst of
a cluster of these little people, all children together. He laughed
delighted at Mr. Merryman’s jokes in the ring. He beheld the Battle of
Waterloo with breathless interest, and was amazed—amazed, by Jove,
sir—at the prodigious likeness of the principal actor to the Emperor
Napoleon; whose tomb he had visited on his return from India, as it
pleased him to tell his little audience who sat clustering round him:
the little girls, Sir Brian’s daughters, holding each by a finger of
his honest hands; young Masters Alfred and Edward clapping and
hurrahing by his side; while Mr. Clive and Miss Ethel sat in the back
of the box enjoying the scene, but with that decorum which belonged to
their superior age and gravity. As for Clive, he was in these matters
much older than the grizzled old warrior his father. It did one good to
hear the Colonel’s honest laughs at clown’s jokes, and to see the
tenderness and simplicity with which he watched over this happy brood
of young ones. How lavishly did he supply them with sweetmeats between
the acts! There he sat in the midst of them, and ate an orange himself
with perfect satisfaction. I wonder what sum of money Mr. Barnes
Newcome would have taken to sit for five hours with his young brothers
and sisters in a public box at the theatre and eat an orange in the
face of the audience? When little Alfred went to Harrow, you may be
sure Colonel Newcome and Clive galloped over to see the little man, and
tipped him royally. What money is better bestowed than that of a
schoolboy’s tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after
days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes. Remember how happy
such benefactions made you in your own early time, and go off on the
very first fine day and tip your nephew at school!
The Colonel’s organ of benevolence was so large, that he would have
liked to administer bounties to the young folks his nephews and nieces
in Bryanstone Square, as well as to their cousins in Park Lane; but
Mrs. Newcome was a great deal too virtuous to admit of such spoiling of
children. She took the poor gentleman to task for an attempt upon her
boys when those lads came home for their holidays, and caused them
ruefully to give back the shining gold sovereign with which their uncle
had thought to give them a treat.
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