The Works of Thomas Hood; Vol. 02 (of 11): Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, With All the Original IllustrationsHood, Thomas
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The Works of Thomas Hood; Vol. 02 (of 11): Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, With All the Original Illustrations
Hood, Thomas
English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
Since the above accident we have had, thank goodness, no more blows;
but, as Your Lordship is aware, a first impression will stick by us
for all our lives to come. At the best of times, let my husband be
reading, or writing, or eating his dinner, or in bed, or what not, the
exploding notion will come across him like a flash of lightning; as
for instance last Friday was a week. Mr. and Mrs. Trotter had dropped
in to tea; after which we had a rubber; and were all very comfortable,
my husband and me just in the nine holes, when all of a sudden there
was a fall of something and a scream. Up jumps Mr. D. of course,
chucking his cards here, there, and every where, and calling a blow! a
blow!--and as usual Emily and Lucy and Eliza and me rushed off to the
coal-cellar, while Mrs. T. went into a fit. It is true, by the blessing
of Providence, it was only the Housemaid letting her pail fall to
screech at a bat; but what is very disagreeable, the Trotters are old
friends, and have declined to set another foot within our doors. As for
servants, it is next to impossible to keep one about me; and as Your
Lordship’s own Lady will confirm, there is nothing more unpleasant to
a Mistress of a House than to be continually changing. But nine out
of ten prefer giving warning, to attending to so many punctiliums as
are laid down; and those that are willing to stay, break through so
many of the rules, that I am obliged to discharge them, to prevent Mr.
D. being ruffled by doing it himself. Besides it adds considerably to
servants’ work, to have chimneys swept so often as once a week,--and
moreover, Mr. D. insists on keeping all flints and steels, and tinder,
and matches, in his own bed-room, so that the housemaid has to go
to him every morning for her lights. He is just as particular about
extinguishing at night; and I lost the best cook I ever had, through
her sitting up in her bed-room to mend her stays, though she might have
known Mr. D. would come in to put her out--all of which is extremely
unpleasant, and to me in particular.
[Illustration: PRESSURE FROM WITHOUT.]
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