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door; the rest being handsomely laid out in Chancery; law expenses;

collectorship; receivership; poundage; and other appendages of

management; highly complimentary to the importance of the six Poor

Travellers。  In short; I made the not entirely new discovery that it

may be said of an establishment like this; in dear old England; as

of the fat oyster in the American story; that it takes a good many

men to swallow it whole。



〃And pray; ma'am;〃 said I; sensible that the blankness of my face

began to brighten as the thought occurred to me; 〃could one see

these Travellers?〃



〃Well!〃 she returned dubiously; 〃no!〃



〃Not to…night; for instance!〃 said I。



〃Well!〃 she returned more positively; 〃no。  Nobody ever asked to see

them; and nobody ever did see them。〃



As I am not easily balked in a design when I am set upon it; I urged

to the good lady that this was Christmas…eve; that Christmas comes

but once a year;which is unhappily too true; for when it begins to

stay with us the whole year round we shall make this earth a very

different place; that I was possessed by the desire to treat the

Travellers to a supper and a temperate glass of hot Wassail; that

the voice of Fame had been heard in that land; declaring my ability

to make hot Wassail; that if I were permitted to hold the feast; I

should be found conformable to reason; sobriety; and good hours; in

a word; that I could be merry and wise myself; and had been even

known at a pinch to keep others so; although I was decorated with no

badge or medal; and was not a Brother; Orator; Apostle; Saint; or

Prophet of any denomination whatever。  In the end I prevailed; to my

great joy。  It was settled that at nine o'clock that night a Turkey

and a piece of Roast Beef should smoke upon the board; and that I;

faint and unworthy minister for once of Master Richard Watts; should

preside as the Christmas…supper host of the six Poor Travellers。



I went back to my inn to give the necessary directions for the

Turkey and Roast Beef; and; during the remainder of the day; could

settle to nothing for thinking of the Poor Travellers。  When the

wind blew hard against the windows;it was a cold day; with dark

gusts of sleet alternating with periods of wild brightness; as if

the year were dying fitfully;I pictured them advancing towards

their resting…place along various cold roads; and felt delighted to

think how little they foresaw the supper that awaited them。  I

painted their portraits in my mind; and indulged in little

heightening touches。  I made them footsore; I made them weary; I

made them carry packs and bundles; I made them stop by finger…posts

and milestones; leaning on their bent sticks; and looking wistfully

at what was written there; I made them lose their way; and filled

their five wits with apprehensions of lying out all night; and being

frozen to death。  I took up my hat; and went out; climbed to the top

of the Old Castle; and looked over the windy hills that slope down

to the Medway; almost believing that I could descry some of my

Travellers in the distance。  After it fell dark; and the Cathedral

bell was heard in the invisible steeplequite a bower of frosty

rime when I had last seen itstriking five; six; seven; I became so

full of my Travellers that I could eat no dinner; and felt

constrained to watch them still in the red coals of my fire。  They

were all arrived by this time; I thought; had got their tickets; and

were gone in。There my pleasure was dashed by the reflection that

probably some Travellers had come too late and were shut out。



After the Cathedral bell had struck eight; I could smell a delicious

savour of Turkey and Roast Beef rising to the window of my adjoining

bedroom; which looked down into the inn…yard just where the lights

of the kitchen reddened a massive fragment of the Castle Wall。  It

was high time to make the Wassail now; therefore I had up the

materials (which; together with their proportions and combinations;

I must decline to impart; as the only secret of my own I was ever

known to keep); and made a glorious jorum。  Not in a bowl; for a

bowl anywhere but on a shelf is a low superstition; fraught with

cooling and slopping; but in a brown earthenware pitcher; tenderly

suffocated; when full; with a coarse cloth。  It being now upon the

stroke of nine; I set out for Watts's Charity; carrying my brown

beauty in my arms。  I would trust Ben; the waiter; with untold gold;

but there are strings in the human heart which must never be sounded

by another; and drinks that I make myself are those strings in mine。



The Travellers were all assembled; the cloth was laid; and Ben had

brought a great billet of wood; and had laid it artfully on the top

of the fire; so that a touch or two of the poker after supper should

make a roaring blaze。  Having deposited my brown beauty in a red

nook of the hearth; inside the fender; where she soon began to sing

like an ethereal cricket; diffusing at the same time odours as of

ripe vineyards; spice forests; and orange groves;I say; having

stationed my beauty in a place of security and improvement; I

introduced myself to my guests by shaking hands all round; and

giving them a hearty welcome。



I found the party to be thus composed。  Firstly; myself。  Secondly;

a very decent man indeed; with his right arm in a sling; who had a

certain clean agreeable smell of wood about him; from which I judged

him to have something to do with shipbuilding。  Thirdly; a little

sailor…boy; a mere child; with a profusion of rich dark brown hair;

and deep womanly…looking eyes。  Fourthly; a shabby…genteel personage

in a threadbare black suit; and apparently in very bad

circumstances; with a dry suspicious look; the absent buttons on his

waistcoat eked out with red tape; and a bundle of extraordinarily

tattered papers sticking out of an inner breast…pocket。  Fifthly; a

foreigner by birth; but an Englishman in speech; who carried his

pipe in the band of his hat; and lost no time in telling me; in an

easy; simple; engaging way; that he was a watchmaker from Geneva;

and travelled all about the Continent; mostly on foot; working as a

journeyman; and seeing new countries;possibly (I thought) also

smuggling a watch or so; now and then。  Sixthly; a little widow; who

had been very pretty and was still very young; but whose beauty had

been wrecked in some great misfortune; and whose manner was

remarkably timid; scared; and solitary。  Seventhly and lastly; a

Traveller of a kind familiar to my boyhood; but now almost

obsolete;a Book…Pedler; who had a quantity of Pamphlets and

Numbers with him; and who presently boasted that he could repeat

more verses in an evening than he could sell in a twelvemonth。



All these I have mentioned in the order in which they sat at table。

I presided; and the matronly presence faced me。  We were not long in

taking our places; for the supper had arrived with me; in the

following procession:





Myself with the pitcher。

Ben with Beer。

Inattentive Boy with hot plates。  Inattentive Boy with hot plates。

THE TURKEY。

Female carrying sauces to be heated on the spot。

THE BEEF。

Man with Tray on his head; containing Vegetables and Sundries。

Volunteer Hostler from Hotel; grinning;

And rendering no assistance。





As we passed along the High Street; comet…like; we left a long tail

of fragrance behind us which caused the public to stop; sniffing in

wonder。  We had previously left at the corner of the inn…yard a

wall…eyed young man connected with the Fly department; and well

accustomed to the sound of a railway whistle which Ben always

carries in his pocket; whose instructions were; so soon as he should

hear the whistle blown; to dash into the kitchen; seize the hot

plum…pudding and mince…pies; and speed with them to Watts's Charity;

where they would be received (he was further instructed) by the

sauce…female; who would be provided with brandy in a blue state of

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