Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
'Oh! it's all about some pork chops, which Screwy had for supper last
night.' Screwy was a name of love which among his brother navvies was
given to Mr. Corkscrew. 'Mr. Snape seems to think they did not agree
with him.'
'Pork chops in July!' exclaimed Charley.
'Poor Screwy forgot the time of year,' said another navvy; 'he ought to
have called it lamb and grass.'
And then the story was told. On the preceding afternoon, Mr. Corkscrew
had been subjected to the dire temptation of a boating party to the
Eel-pie Island for the following day, and a dinner thereon. There were
to be at the feast no less than four-and-twenty jolly souls, and it was
intimated to Mr. Corkscrew that as no soul was esteemed to be more jolly
than his own, the party would be considered as very imperfect unless he
could join it. Asking for a day's leave Mr. Corkscrew knew to be out
of the question; he had already taken too many without asking. He was
therefore driven to take another in the same way, and had to look about
for some excuse which might support him in his difficulty. An excuse it
must be, not only new, but very valid; one so strong that it could
not be overset; one so well avouched that it could not be doubted.
Accordingly, after mature consideration, he sat down after leaving his
office, and wrote the following letter, before he started on an evening
cruising expedition with some others of the party to prepare for the
next day's festivities.
'Thursday morning,--July, 185-.
'MY DEAR SIR,
'I write from my bed where I am suffering a most tremendous
indiggestion, last night I eat a stunning supper off pork chopps and
never remembered that pork chopps always does disagree with me, but I
was very indiscrete and am now teetotally unable to rise my throbing
head from off my pillar, I have took four blu pills and some salts and
sena, plenty of that, and shall be the thing to-morrow morning no
doubt, just at present I feel just as if I had a mill stone inside my
stomac--Pray be so kind as to make it all right with Mr. Oldeschole and
believe me to remain,
'Your faithful and obedient servant,
'VERAX CORKSCREW.
'Thomas Snape, Esq., &c.,
'Internal Navigation Office, Somerset House.'
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