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〃Let us ask a little party to meet him。〃  And so we did; and so

they came: my father and mother; old Crutty in his best wig; and

the parson who was to marry us the next day。  The coach was to come

in at six。  And there was the tea…table; and there was the punch…

bowl; and everybody ready and smiling to receive our dear uncle

from London。



Six o'clock came; and the coach; and the man from the 〃Green

Dragon〃 with a portmanteau; and a fat old gentleman walking behind;

of whom I just caught a glimpsea venerable old gentleman: I

thought I'd seen him before。



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Then there was a ring at the bell; then a scuffling and bumping in

the passage: then old Crutty rushed out; and a great laughing and

talking; and 〃HOW ARE YOU?〃 and so on; was heard at the door; and

then the parlor…door was flung open; and Crutty cried out with a

loud voice



〃Good people all! my brother…in…law; Mr。 STIFFELKIND!〃



MR。 STIFFELKIND!I trembled as I heard the name!



Miss Crutty kissed him; mamma made him a curtsy; and papa made him

a bow; and Dr。 Snorter; the parson; seized his hand and shook it

most warmly: then came my turn!



〃Vat!〃 says he。  〃It is my dear goot yong frend from Doctor

Schvis'hentail's! is dis de yong gentleman's honorable moder〃

(mamma smiled and made a curtsy); 〃and dis his fader?  Sare and

madam; you should be broud of soch a sonn。  And you my niece; if

you have him for a husband you vill be locky; dat is all。  Vat dink

you; broder Croty; and Madame Stobbs; I 'ave made your sonn's

boots!  Haha!〃



My mamma laughed; and said; 〃I did not know it; but I am sure; sir;

he has as pretty a leg for a boot as any in the whole county。〃



Old Stiffelkind roared louder。  〃A very nice leg; ma'am; and a very

SHEAP BOOT TOO。  Vat! did you not know I make his boots?  Perhaps

you did not know something else toop'raps you did not know〃 (and

here the monster clapped his hand on the table and made the punch…

ladle tremble in the bowl)〃p'raps you did not know as dat yong

man; dat Stobbs; dat sneaking; baltry; squinting fellow; is as

vicked as he is ogly。  He bot a pair of boots from me and never

paid for dem。  Dat is noting; nobody never pays; but he bought a

pair of boots; and called himself Lord Cornvallis。  And I was fool

enough to believe him vonce。  But look you; niece Magdalen; I 'ave

got five tousand pounds: if you marry him I vill not give you a

benny。  But look you what I will gif you: I bromised you a bresent;

and I will give you DESE!〃



And the old monster produced THOSE VERY BOOTS which Swishtail had

made him take back。



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I DIDN'T marry Miss Crutty: I am not sorry for it though。  She was

a nasty; ugly; ill…tempered wretch; and I've always said so ever

since。



And all this arose from those infernal boots; and that unlucky

paragraph in the county paperI'll tell you how。



In the first place; it was taken up as a quiz by one of the wicked;

profligate; unprincipled organs of the London press; who chose to

be very facetious about the 〃Marriage in High Life;〃 and made all

sorts of jokes about me and my dear Miss Crutty。



Secondly; it was read in this London paper by my mortal enemy;

Bunting; who had been introduced to old Stiffelkind's acquaintance

by my adventure with him; and had his shoes made regularly by that

foreign upstart。



Thirdly; he happened to want a pair of shoes mended at this

particular period; and as he was measured by the disgusting old

High…Dutch cobbler; he told him his old friend Stubbs was going to

be married。



〃And to whom?〃 said old Stiffelkind。  〃To a voman wit geld; I vill

take my oath。〃



〃Yes;〃 says Bunting; 〃a country girla Miss Magdalen Carotty or

Crotty; at a place called Sloffemsquiggle。〃



〃SHLOFFEMSCHWIEGEL!〃 bursts out the dreadful bootmaker。  〃Mein

Gott; mein Gott! das geht nicht!  I tell you; sare; it is no go。

Miss Crotty is my niece。  I vill go down myself。  I vill never let


her marry dat goot…for…nothing schwindler and tief。〃  SUCH was the

language that the scoundrel ventured to use regarding me!





JUNE。MARROWBONES AND CLEAVERS。





Was there ever such confounded ill…luck?  My whole life has been a

tissue of ill…luck: although I have labored perhaps harder than any

man to make a fortune; something always tumbled it down。  In love

and in war I was not like others。  In my marriages; I had an eye to

the main chance; and you see how some unlucky blow would come and

throw them over。  In the army I was just as prudent; and just as

unfortunate。  What with judicious betting; and horse…swapping;

good…luck at billiards; and economy; I do believe I put by my pay

every year;and that is what few can say who have but an allowance

of a hundred a year。



I'll tell you how it was。  I used to be very kind to the young men;

I chose their horses for them; and their wine: and showed them how

to play billiards; or ecarte; of long mornings; when there was

nothing better to do。  I didn't cheat: I'd rather die than cheat;

but if fellows WILL play; I wasn't the man to say nowhy should I?

There was one young chap in our regiment of whom I really think I

cleared 300L。 a year。



His name was Dobble。  He was a tailor's son; and wanted to be a

gentleman。  A poor weak young creature; easy to be made tipsy; easy

to be cheated; and easy to be frightened。  It was a blessing for

him that I found him; for if anybody else had; they would have

plucked him of every shilling。



Ensign Dobble and I were sworn friends。  I rode his horses for him;

and chose his champagne; and did everything; in fact; that a

superior mind does for an inferior;when the inferior has got the

money。  We were inseparables;hunting everywhere in couples。  We

even managed to fall in love with two sisters; as young soldiers

will do; you know; for the dogs fall in love; with every change of

quarters。



Well; once; in the year 1793 (it was just when the French had

chopped poor Louis's head off); Dobble and I; gay young chaps as

ever wore sword by side; had cast our eyes upon two young ladies by

the name of Brisket; daughters of a butcher in the town where we

were quartered。  The dear girls fell in love with us; of course。

And many a pleasant walk in the country; many a treat to a tea…

garden; many a smart ribbon and brooch used Dobble and I (for his

father allowed him 600L。; and our purses were in common) present to

these young ladies。  One day; fancy our pleasure at receiving a

note couched thus:





〃DEER CAPTING STUBBS AND DOBBLEMiss Briskets presents their

compliments; and as it is probble that our papa will be till twelve

at the corprayshun dinner; we request the pleasure of their company

to tea。〃





Didn't we go!  Punctually at six we were in the little back…parlor;

we quaffed more Bohea; and made more love; than half a dozen

ordinary men could。  At nine; a little punch…bowl succeeded to the

little teapot; and; bless the girls! a nice fresh steak was

frizzling on the gridiron for our supper。  Butchers were butchers

then; and their parlor was their kitchen too; at least old

Brisket's wasone door leading into the shop; and one into the

yard; on the other side of which was the slaughter…house。



Fancy; then; our horror when; just at this critical time; we heard

the shop…door open; a heavy staggering step on the flags; and a

loud husky voice from the shop; shouting; 〃Hallo; Susan; hallo;

Betsy! show a light!〃  Dobble turned as white as a sheet; the two

girls each as red as a lobster; I alone preserved my presence of

mind。  〃The back…door;〃 says I〃The dog's in the court;〃 say they。

〃He's not so bad as the man;〃 said I。  〃Stop!〃 cries Susan;

flinging open the door; and rushing to the fire。  〃Take THIS and

perhaps it will quiet him。〃



What do you think 〃THIS〃 was?  I'm blest if it was not the STEAK!



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