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The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore""

Chapter 2 SIGNS OF EMINENCE.

Word Count: 2449    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

rest, amazed as they are at a feat so far beyond their own power and experience. And I would not hav

nd publish them. Such curiosity, then, was felt, and so much of the purest science talked, about my "abnormal organism," that nine, or indeed I may say

pleasure of other people? And even now, when, if I only tried, I could do almost as much as ever, it is no

hooks and crooks of inquirers, by leaving them nothing to lay hold of, not even a fibre to retain a barb; myself remaining like an open jelly, clear, a

ut me, for the sake of money. They are swearing one another down, and themselves up, for nothing else than to turn a few pound

he wonder concerning him? And yet those fellows, I do assure you, were anxious to elevate me so high, that every sixpence pitched at me should jump down into t

arge portion of the public eye, and was kept in great type at every journal office, it may even be needful for me to remin

unt of my trouble will commend me, to all who have time enough to think, as a mortal selected by nature for a

t-hearted men that ever breathed, when things went according to his mind; blest with every social charm, genial wit, and the surprising products of a brisk and poetical memory. His figure was that of the broades

e bad luck that follows, but also because she was neither a bull, nor a pen of fat pigs, nor a ribboned turkey. But her husband vouched her to be sixte

my father to have been a man of small specific gravity, and my mother a woman of levity. They are thoroughly welcome to the fact, out of which they have made so much, that the name of my mother's first husband was Lightbody-Tho

nd it cannot, let every tub fly on its own bottom. Better it is to have no attempt at explanation of my cas

joyed it, and myself, without much thought. My mother alone perceived that nature intended me for greatness, because I was the only child she had. And when I began to be a boy, I took as kindly as any boy to marbles, peg-top, tip-cat, toffy,

fine running at the game of "I spy," and even in set races. At these, whenever there was no wind, I was about on a par with the rest of my age, or perhaps a little fleeter. But whenever a strong wind blew, if only it happened to be behind my jacke

, he made a tremendous noise in our house, and turned everything upside down, having a handful of money, and being in urgent need to spend it. There used to be a fine smell in our parlour, of lemons, and sugar, and a square black bottle; and Uncl

as if it were made for his special use, and precisely adapted for his comfort; and yet as if something was always comin

of me under the axle of my arms, to give me a little toss upward. But instead of coming down again, up I went, far beyond the swing of his long arms. My head must have gone into the ceiling of the passage, among the plaster and the laths; and there I stuck fast by the peak of my cap, which was strapped benea

er could have happened, without some fault on my part. And this made a soreness between him and my mother, which (in spite of his pa

markable child. "The Latin Pantheon is the place for Tommy," she said to my father, every bre

red, "if Providence will pay the ten gui

he toast, "you would never think twice of so low a thing as money, against the ed

gs his own quarter of a pound? As for their monthly wash, Joh

d be there, and no Tommy Upmore! We are all well aware that Mr. Windsor boils six vats for one of ours; and sixty, per

question of hard cash, which he never did approve of parting with. And the more he had to think of it, the less he smiled about it. At last, after cold meat for dinner three days running, he put his best coat on and walked off strai

sometimes, when the smoke was blowing the other way. But while I was playing, sad work went on, and everything was settled without my concurrence. Mrs. Rumbelow herself, the Doctor's wife, lady president of the college, although in a deeply in

d to keep a book against the Muses. But Mrs. Rumbelow waved her hand, and enlarged upon liberal associations, and the higher walks of literature, to such an extent that my father could not

't make no profit from the victualling of thy mind; but they mean to have it out of thy body, little

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s adventures are, and sanguine as his nature is, what can he be thinking of, in the presen

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