The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
The reader has doubtless remarked, that amongst the lawless and the
rash, there is a certain fondness for figures of speech, and that
tropes and metaphors, simile and synecdoche, are far more prevalent
amongst them than amongst the more orderly classes of society. Whether
it is or not, that they wish to get rid of a precise apprehension of
their own acts, I cannot say; but certain it is, that they do indulge
in such flowers of rhetoric, and sometimes, in the midst of humour,
quaintness, and even absurdity, reach the point of wit, and at times
soar into the sublime. Galley Ray had, as we have seen, one daughter,
whose fate has been related; and that daughter left one son, who,
after his reputed father, one Mark Nightingale, was baptized
Nightingale Ray. His mother, and after her death his grandmother, used
to call him Little Nighty and Little Night; but following their
fanciful habits, the smugglers who used to frequent the house found
out an association between "Night Ray" and the beams of the bright and
mystical orbs that shine upon us from afar; and some one gave him the
name of Little Starlight, which remained with him, as that of Galley
had adhered to his grandmother. The cottage or hut of the latter,
then, beamed with an unwonted blaze upon the night I have spoken of,
till long after the hour when Mowle had left the inn where his
conference with the young officer had taken place. But let not the
reader suppose that this illumination proceeded from any great expense
of wax or oil. Only one small tallow candle, stuck into a long-necked,
square-sided Dutch bottle, spread its rays through the interior of the
hovel, and that was a luxury; but in the fireplace blazed an immense
pile of mingled wood and driftcoal; and over it hung a large hissing
pot, as huge and capacious as that of the witches in Macbeth, or of
the no less famous Meg Merrilies. Galley Ray, however, was a very
different person in appearance from the heroine of "Guy Mannering;"
and we must endeavour to call up her image as she stood by the
fire-side, watching the cauldron and a kettle which stood close to it.
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