The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush

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ous than that of my fust. I now found myself boddy servant to the Honrabb

naybrood, witch praps my readers don’t no. Suffiz to say, it’s on the confi

, and looked out for a commitionarship, or a revisinship, or any other place that the Wig guvvyment could give him. His father was a Wig pier (as the landriss told

d a year; and it would have been a very com

e and fashnabble manner. He kep a kab —— he went to Holmax — and Crockfud’s — he moved in the most xquizzit suckles and trubbld

he tenpun notes floo abowt as common as haypince — clarrit and shampang was at his house as

h William Conqueruns. My master called it his podygree. I do bleev it was because he had this pictur, and because he was the HONRABBLE Deuceace, that he mannitched to live as he did. If he had been a common man, you’d have said he was no better than a swinler. It’s only rank and buth that can warrant such singularitie

ve in what’s called the Ins of Cort. Many batchylers, who have nothink to do with lor, have here their loginx; and many sham barrysters, who n

rewson, Hewson, and Jewson, attorneys; fust floar, Mr. Sergeant Flabber — opsite, Mr. Counslor Bruffy; and secknd pair, Mr. Haggerstony,

CHARD

r, with my master, l

— he’d better have never been born; for it’s my firm apinion that the Temple ruine

his own — six thousand pound, or so — in the stox. He was jest of age, an orfin who had lost his father and mother; and having disti

ger, or somethink of that lo sort — Dawkins was glad to find his old Oxford frend, Mr. B

as ever I see — he had very white hands, rayther a sallow face, with sharp dark ise, and small wiskus neatly trimmed and as black as Warren’s jet — he spoke very low and soft — he seemed to be watchin the person with whom he was in convysation, and always flatterd everybody. As for Blewitt, he was quite of another sort. He was always swearin, singing, and slappin people on the back, as hearty as posbill. He seemed a merry, careless, honest cr

t a month after that suckumstance that my master, all of a sudding, grew very friendly with him. The reason was pretty cl

the Honrabble Halgernon manuvring to get this poor bird out of Blewitt’s clause, who thought he had it safe. In fact, h

not by instink, at least by reputation; and though Mr. Blewitt moved in a much lower

ays spoak in that kind way), “who is this person that has ta

ford, and a great friend of Mr. Blewittses, sir,”

eye, how he did grin. Not the fowl fi

what he

who plays the flo

. Blewitt i

ways together, and when the simpleton is RIC

MYSELF, there wasn’t a paper in Deuceace’s desk or drawer, not a bill, a note, or mimerandum, which I hadn’t read as well as he: with Blewitt’s it was the same — me and his young man used to read ’em all. There wasn’t a bottle of wine that we didn’t get a glass out of, nor a pound of sugar that we didn’t have some lumps of it. We had keys to all the cubbards — we pipped into all

for money borrowed by him at collidge, seventy for chambers, seventy more for his hoss, aty for his suvvant on bord wagis, and about three hundred and fifty for a sepparat establishment in the Rege

e fashnable man than Mr. B., in course

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cases fashnabble life is carried on; and to know even wha

gnlmn, who had before been almost cut by my master, was now received by him. One of the sweetest smiles I ever saw was now vizzable on Mr. Deuceace’s countenance. He held out his hand, covere

dressing-gown, smoakin a segar, and singing a hunting c

e, “it is, Mr. Deu

t? What wine! what capital songs! I recollect your ‘May-day in the morning’— cuss me, the best comick song

d, quite surly,

YOU; as every sporting man in England does, I should think. Why

ut, after a little more flummery, he grew as pleased as posbill, took in all Deuceace’s flatry, and

n more sick than he was; HE’D BEEN SMOAKIN SEAGARS along with Blewitt. I said nothink, in course, tho I’d often heard him xpress his horrow of backo, and knew ve

young gintleman who had come to live in our chambers, Mr. Dawkins, and always coming back to that subject — saying that people on the same stairkis ot to be frenly; how glad he’d be, for his part, to know Mr. Dick Blewitt, and ANY FRIEND OF HIS, and so on. Mr. Dick, howsever, seamed quite aware of the trap laid

ery ill; “I’ve poisoned myself with his infernal tobacco, and he has foiled me. The cursed swin

this style. I knew very well what his “warning” mean

ing acquainted with Mr. Dawkins we

vern, drinkin all sorts of wine along with his friend Mr. Blewitt. He was a quiet young fellow enough at fust; but it was Mr. B. who (for his own porpuses, no doubt,) had got him into this kind of life. Well, I needn’t say that he who eats a fine dinner, and dr

such a trifling cirkumstance; master did, though

d, and nails it on the outside case (patty defaw graws come generally in a round wooden box, like a drumb); and what do you thin

when I think of it, still, the old surpint! He

n Oppra tune, and twizzting round his head his hevy gold-headed cane. Down he went very fast, and by a most unlucky axdent struck his cane against the waiter’s tray, and away went Mr. Dawkinses gril,

most dreddfle way; he threatened him with his stick, and it was only when he see that the waiter was rayther a bigger man than hisself

note, put it into an anvelope, and sealed it with his big seal of arms. “But stay — a thought strikes me — take this note to Mr. Dawk

I carried the noat, and of cors said nothink. Waiting in Mr. Dawkinses chambus for a few minnits, I returned t

DEUCEACE TO T.

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d begs at the same time to offer his most sincere apologi

will do him the favor to partake of the contents of the accompanying case (from Strasbourg direct, and the gift of a friend, on whose taste as

o the original donor of the ‘pate’, when he learns that it has f

INS, Esq.,

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S, ESQ., TO THE H

liments to the Hon. Mr. Deuceace, and accepts with t

he Hon. Mr. Deuceace would EXTEND HIS GENEROSITY still further, and condes

E, Tue

toar up for or five sheets before he composed the answer to it, which was as you red abuff, and roat in a hand quite trembling with pleasyer. If you could but have seen the look of triumph in Deuceace’s wicked black eyes, when he read the noat! I never s

his playin on the floot; you’d have thought, to hear him, that such a polygon of exlens as Dawkins did not breath — that such a modist, sinsear, honrabble genlmn as Deuceace was to be seen nowhere xcept in Pump Cort. Poor Daw was complitly taken in. My master said he’d introduce him

, how are you?” when, all of a sudden, he sees Mr. Deuceace: his jor dropt, he turned chocky white, and then burnin red, and looked as if a stror would knock him dow

ulky; on the contry, master was charmin. I never herd such a flo of conversatin, or so many wittacisms as he uttered. At last, completely beat, Mr. Blewitt took his leaf;

en master was telling him some long story abo

ses. You think I don’t know you; every man knows you and your line of country. Yes, you’re after young Dawkins there, and think to pluck him; but you shan’t — no, by —— you shan’t

I’ll shoot you; if you meddle between me and Dawkins, I will do both. I know your whole life, you miserable swindler and coward. I know you have already won tw

was a considdrable paws after thuse complymints had passed between the two genlmn — one walkin

et, you shall have half this fellow’s money: but venture to win a shilling

rd, and I must say, not fair: the game was of my star

this man, and I was obliged to find him out for myself. I should l

awkins of the precious way in which these chaps were going to serve him. But if THEY didn’t know what honor was, I did; and

ree; wiz., the Honrabble A. P. Deuceace, R. Blewitt, and Mr. Dawkins, Exquires. My i, how we genlmn in the kitchin did enjy it. Mr. Blewittes man eat so much grous (when it was brot out of the parlor), that I reely thought he would be sik; Mr.

ween the 3, the genlm sat down to ecarty. It’s a game where only

t in) the play stood thus: Mr. Dawkins had won 2 pounds; Mr. Blewitt 30 shillings; the Honrabble Mr. Deuceace having lost 3L. l0s. After the devvle and the shampang the play was a little h

very best of advice. At the end of the evening (which was abowt five o’cl

unlucky. I owe you, let me se

” says Blewitt,

cheque,” says the

got a grate sheet of paper, and drew him a che

ave owed you a very handsome sum of money. Voyons, thirteen points at a pound — it is easy to calculate;” and

he put out his hand, all t

had some little experience), that you are the ve

put the money up, and said, “

nk he did. It was the ver

, “I must have my revenge; for I’m rui

as pleased as if he had gained a millium, “

“We’ll meet,” says he, “at your chambers. But mind, my dear fello, not too much w

“Here, Charles,” says he, and flung me a sovring.

HEM FROM MR. BLEWITT! I brought ’em, with 7 more, from that young genlmn’s chambers tha

it would have taken him six months befoar he lost his money; as it was, he w

and the two Mr. D.‘s as befoar. Play begins at 11. This time I knew the bisness was pretty serious, for we suvvants was packed off to bed at 2 o’clock. On Friday, I w

r all the vittles came out to us genlmn: they had in more wine

ore, namly reglar drunk. He staggered about the room, he danced, he hickipd, he swoar, he flung me a heap of si

ervant to do — I emtied his pockits, and looked at his pockit-book a

heap of things, the fol

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kind —“I. 0. U. four hundred pounds: Richar

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a judg. He drest, and was off to Mr. Dawkins. At ten

he drive, s

m to drive t

pliss drunkenniss, gave a shudder and a sob, as

ry hapny he was worth, x

.

Dick Blewitt came stridin up the sta

ster at hom

s. I, in coars, with my ear to the

tty good night of it, Mr. Deuceace.

r. “Oh, yes — yes — I

d seven hundr

that

two thousand three hundred and fifty

itt,” says master, “I don’t re

d you not promise me that we were to go shares? Didn’t I lend you twenty sovereigns the other night to pay our losing

” says Deucea

d now what hav

iving a dinner to that jackass yonder, that you should profit by it? Get away, sir! Leave the room, sir! Or, stop — here — I will give you four hundred pounds

d, groaned, belloed, swoar! At last, he fairly began blubbring; now cussi

he room!), and said, “Charles, show the gentleman down stairs!” My master looked at him quite steddy

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our afterwards, “I’m going to Paris; you ma