The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as "Tommy Upmore"Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as "Tommy Upmore"
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Fiction; Satire
There were other reasons as well, why Bill had only made a formal call
upon us, since we came away from Maiden Lane. But, if I am to go through
every little in and out, the course of my narrative will be as crooked,
as the voyage of the pair-oar tub, when I first held rudder-lines on the
Isis. Only it is possible, that Miss Windsor, (now grown up into a fine
young lady), may have had something to do with it; not only because of
Bill's tendency towards her, but because she happened to hear my mother
say, when his double-first was announced to us, that he might thank his
father's meat for it. No one should ever repeat a thing, said without
spite, yet growing spiteful by mere repetition; even as transfusions,
harmless at first, grow poisonous. And I am sorry to say, that Miss
Windsor had not enjoyed, as she should have done, our going up the Hill.
This was the thing that pleased me most, of all I found at Oxford, that
there never was any ill-will amongst us, back-biting, or scandal about
one another. Every young man settled into his own set, whether by
introduction, or connection, taste, or accident, or whatever it might
be. If he took a dislike to any one--as young men ignorant of the world
do, more than we old stagers,--he could drop his acquaintance very
easily, without saying a word against him; and no resentment was shown,
or felt. The two men happened not to suit each other. Each was likely to
despise the other; but not to think any further harm of him. And when
we did take to one another, I assure you it was something like. Among
civilized people, there can be no warmer heart of friendship, combining
the weakness of the school-boy, with the set strength of the man. And
this was how I felt towards Green, who was the first to take me up; and
that is how he has felt towards me, even to the time I write these
words; and whatever I say about him, he will think as good as can be
said.
When he took me down, to make a coxswain of me, his good nature, and
high spirits, rendered my coaching, (as he called it) a pleasure, and a
pride to me. He brought No. 7, whose name was Brown; and after rigging
me out in a manner, which made me think how proud my mother would have
been to look at me, they put me on the hindermost seat of what they
called a tub; but to me it appeared a most alarming vessel. However, I
felt no fear of drowning, any more than a cork does; and before very
long, I became quite happy. The beauty of the river, and the trees
beside it, bright with the April of their hopes, and the meadows, where
the grass began to dimple, as the light wind touched it, also the
skimming of the boats around us, and the flashing of the feathered oar,
together with the newness, and the freedom of the scene, exalted my
spirits to the flying pitch.
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