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<h2> To Sir WATKIN PHILLIPS, of Jesus college, Oxon. </h2>
<h3> DEAR PHILLIPS, </h3>
<p>Without waiting for your answer to my last, I proceed to give you an
account of our journey to London, which has not been wholly barren of
adventure. Tuesday last the 'squire took his place in a hired coach and
four, accompanied by his sister and mine, and Mrs Tabby's maid, Winifrid
Jenkins, whose province it was to support Chowder on a cushion in her lap.
I could scarce refrain from laughing when I looked into the vehicle, and
saw that animal sitting opposite to my uncle, like any other passenger.
The squire, ashamed of his situation, blushed to the eyes: and, calling to
the postilions to drive on, pulled the glass up in my face. I, and his
servant, John Thomas, attended them on horseback.</p>
<p>Nothing worth mentioning occurred, till we arrived on the edge of
Marlborough Downs. There one of the four horses fell, in going down hill
at a round trot; and the postilion behind, endeavouring to stop the
carriage, pulled it on one side into a deep rut, where it was fairly
overturned. I had rode on about two hundred yards before; but, hearing a
loud scream, galloped back and dismounted, to give what assistance was in
my power. When I looked into the coach, I could see nothing distinctly,
but the nether end of Jenkins, who was kicking her heels and squalling
with great vociferation. All of a sudden, my uncle thrust up his bare
pate, and bolted through the window, as nimble as a grasshopper, having
made use of poor Win's posteriors as a step to rise in his ascent—The
man (who had likewise quitted his horse) dragged this forlorn damsel, more
dead than alive, through the same opening. Then Mr Bramble, pulling the
door off its hinges with a jerk, laid hold on Liddy's arm, and brought her
to the light; very much frighted, but little hurt. It fell to my share to
deliver our aunt Tabitha, who had lost her cap in the struggle, and being
rather more than half frantic, with rage and terror, was no bad
representation of one of the sister Furies that guard the gates of hell—She
expressed no sort of concern for her brother, who ran about in the cold,
without his periwig, and worked with the most astonishing agility, in
helping to disentangle the horses from the carriage: but she cried, in a
tone of distraction, 'Chowder! Chowder! my dear Chowder! my poor Chowder
is certainly killed!'</p>
<p>This was not the case—Chowder, after having tore my uncle's leg in
the confusion of the fall, had retreated under the scat, and from thence
the footman drew him by the neck; for which good office, he bit his
fingers to the bone. The fellow, who is naturally surly, was so provoked
at this assault, that he saluted his ribs with a hearty kick, exclaiming,
'Damn the nasty son of a bitch, and them he belongs to!' A benediction,
which was by no means lost upon the implacable virago his mistress—Her
brother, however, prevailed upon her to retire into a peasant's house,
near the scene of action, where his head and hers were covered, and poor
Jenkins had a fit. Our next care was to apply some sticking plaister to
the wound in his leg, which exhibited the impression of Chowder's teeth;
but he never opened his lips against the delinquent—Mrs Tabby,
alarmed at this scene, 'You say nothing, Matt (cried she); but I know your
mind—I know the spite you have to that poor unfortunate animal! I
know you intend to take his life away!' 'You are mistaken, upon my honour!
(replied the squire, with a sarcastic smile) I should be incapable of
harbouring any such cruel design against an object so amiable and
inoffensive; even if he had not the happiness to be your favourite.'</p>
<p>John Thomas was not so delicate. The fellow, whether really alarmed for
his life, or instigated by the desire of revenge, came in, and bluntly
demanded, that the dog should be put to death; on the supposition, that if
ever he should run mad hereafter, he, who had been bit by him, would be
infected—My uncle calmly argued upon the absurdity of his opinion,
observing, that he himself was in the same predicament, and would
certainly take the precaution he proposed, if he was not sure he ran no
risque of infection. Nevertheless, Thomas continued obstinate; and, at
length declared, that if the dog was not shot immediately, he himself
would be his executioner—This declaration opened the flood-gates of
Tabby's eloquence, which would have shamed the first-rate oratress of
Billingsgate. The footman retorted in the same stile; and the squire
dismissed him from his service, after having prevented me from giving him
a good horse-whipping for his insolence.</p>
<p>The coach being adjusted, another difficulty occurred—Mrs Tabitha
absolutely refused to enter it again, unless another driver could be found
to take the place of the postilion; who, she affirmed, had overturned the
carriage from malice aforethought—After much dispute, the man
resigned his place to a shabby country fellow, who undertook to go as far
as Marlborough, where they could be better provided; and at that place we
arrived about one O'clock, without farther impediment. Mrs Bramble,
however, found new matter of offence; which, indeed, she has a particular
genius for extracting at will from almost every incident in life. We had
scarce entered the room at Marlborough, where we stayed to dine, when she
exhibited a formal complaint against the poor fellow who had superseded
the postilion. She said he was such a beggarly rascal that he had ne'er a
shirt to his back, and had the impudence to shock her sight by shewing his
bare posteriors, for which act of indelicacy he deserved to be set in the
stocks. Mrs Winifred Jenkins confirmed the assertion, with respect to his
nakedness, observing, at the same time, that he had a skin as fair as
alabaster.</p>
<p>'This is a heinous offence, indeed (cried my uncle) let us hear what the
fellow has to say in his own vindication.' He was accordingly summoned,
and made his appearance, which was equally queer and pathetic. He seemed
to be about twenty years of age, of a middling size, with bandy legs,
stooping shoulders, high forehead, sandy locks, pinking eyes, flat nose,
and long chin—but his complexion was of a sickly yellow; his looks
denoted famine, and the rags that he wore could hardly conceal what
decency requires to be covered—My uncle, having surveyed him
attentively, said, with an ironical expression in his countenance, 'An't
you ashamed, fellow, to ride postilion without a shirt to cover your
backside from the view of the ladies in the coach?' 'Yes, I am, an please
your noble honour (answered the man) but necessity has no law, as the
saying is—And more than that, it was an accident. My breeches
cracked behind, after I had got into the saddle' 'You're an impudent
varlet (cried Mrs Tabby) for presuming to ride before persons of fashion
without a shirt'—'I am so, an please your worthy ladyship (said he)
but I am a poor Wiltshire lad—I ha'n't a shirt in the world, that I
can call my own, nor a rag of clothes, and please your ladyship, but what
you see—I have no friend nor relation upon earth to help me out—I
have had the fever and ague these six months, and spent all I had in the
world upon doctors, and to keep soul and body together; and, saving your
ladyship's good presence, I han't broke bread these four and twenty
hours.'</p>
<p>Mrs Bramble, turning from him, said, she had never seen such a filthy
tatterdemalion, and bid him begone; observing, that he would fill the room
full of vermin—Her brother darted a significant glance at her, as
she retired with Liddy into another apartment, and then asked the man if
he was known to any person in Marlborough?—When he answered, that
the landlord of the inn had known him from his infancy; mine host was
immediately called, and being interrogated on the subject, declared that
the young fellow's name was Humphry Clinker. That he had been a love
begotten babe, brought up in the work-house, and put out apprentice by the
parish to a country black-smith, who died before the boy's time was out:
that he had for some time worked under his ostler, as a helper and extra
postilion, till he was taken ill of the ague, which disabled him from
getting his bread: that, having sold or pawned every thing he had in the
world for his cure and subsistence, he became so miserable and shabby,
that he disgraced the stable, and was dismissed; but that he never heard
any thing to the prejudice of his character in other respects. 'So that
the fellow being sick and destitute (said my uncle) you turned him out to
die in the streets.' 'I pay the poor's rate (replied the other) and I have
no right to maintain idle vagrants, either in sickness or health; besides,
such a miserable object would have brought a discredit upon my house.'</p>
<p>'You perceive (said the 'squire, turning to me) our landlord is a
Christian of bowels—Who shall presume to censure the morals of the
age, when the very publicans exhibit such examples of humanity?—Heark
ye, Clinker, you are a most notorious offender—You stand convicted
of sickness, hunger, wretchedness, and want—But, as it does not
belong to me to punish criminals, I will only take upon me the task of
giving you a word of advice. Get a shirt with all convenient dispatch,
that your nakedness may not henceforward give offence to travelling
gentlewomen, especially maidens in years.'</p>
<p>So saying, he put a guinea into the hand of the poor fellow, who stood
staring at him in silence, with his mouth wide open, till the landlord
pushed him out of the room.</p>
<p>In the afternoon, as our aunt stept into the coach, she observed, with
some marks of satisfaction, that the postilion, who rode next to her, was
not a shabby wretch like the ragamuffin who had them into Marlborough.
Indeed, the difference was very conspicuous: this was a smart fellow, with
a narrow brimmed hat, with gold cording, a cut bob, a decent blue jacket,
leather-breaches, and a clean linen shirt, puffed above the waist-band.
When we arrived at the Castle, on Spin-hill, where we lay, this new
postilion was remarkably assiduous in bringing in the loose parcels; and,
at length, displayed the individual countenance of Humphry Clinker, who
had metamorphosed himself in this manner, by relieving from pawn part of
his own clothes, with the money he had received from Mr Bramble.</p>
<p>Howsoever pleased the rest of the company were with such a favourable
change in the appearance of this poor creature it soured on the stomach of
Mrs Tabby, who had not yet digested the affront of his naked skin—She
tossed her nose in disdain, saying, she supposed her brother had taken him
into favour, because he had insulted her with his obscenity: that a fool
and his money were soon parted; but that if Matt intended to take the
fellow with him to London, she would not go a foot further that way—My
uncle said nothing with his tongue, though his looks were sufficiently
expressive; and next morning Clinker did not appear, so that we proceeded
without further altercation to Salthill, where we proposed to dine—There,
the first person that came to the side of the coach, and began to adjust
the footboard, was no other than Humphry Clinker—When I handed out
Mrs Bramble, she eyed him with a furious look, and passed into the house—My
uncle was embarrassed, and asked him peevishly, what had brought him
hither? The fellow said, his honour had been so good to him, that he had
not the heart to part with him; that he would follow him to the world's
end, and serve him all the days of his life, without fee or reward.</p>
<p>Mr Bramble did not know whether to chide or laugh at this declaration—He
foresaw much contradiction on the side of Tabby; and on the other hand, he
could not but be pleased with the gratitude of Clinker, as well as with
the simplicity of his character—'Suppose I was inclined to take you
into my service (said he) what are your qualifications? what are you good
for?' 'An please your honour (answered this original) I can read and
write, and do the business of the stable indifferent well—I can
dress a horse, and shoe him, and bleed and rowel him; and, as for the
practice of sow-gelding, I won't turn my back on e'er a he in the county
of Wilts—Then I can make hog's puddings and hob-nails, mend kettles
and tin sauce-pans.'—Here uncle burst out a-laughing; and inquired
what other accomplishments he was master of—'I know something of
single-stick, and psalmody (proceeded Clinker); I can play upon the
jew's-harp, sing Black-ey'd Susan, Arthur-o'Bradley, and divers other
songs; I can dance a Welsh jig, and Nancy Dawson; wrestle a fall with any
lad of my inches, when I'm in heart; and, under correction I can find a
hare when your honour wants a bit of game.' 'Foregad! thou are a complete
fellow (cried my uncle, still laughing) I have a good mind to take thee
into my family—Prithee, go and try if thou can'st make peace with my
sister—Thou ha'st given her much offence by shewing her thy naked
tail.'</p>
<p>Clinker accordingly followed us into the room, cap in hand, where,
addressing himself to Mrs Tabitha, 'May it please your ladyship's worship
(cried he) to pardon and forgive my offences, and, with God's assistance,
I shall take care that my tail shall never rise up in judgment against me,
to offend your ladyship again. Do, pray, good, sweet, beautiful lady, take
compassion on a poor sinner—God bless your noble countenance; I am
sure you are too handsome and generous to bear malice—I will serve
you on my bended knees, by night and by day, by land and by water; and all
for the love and pleasure of serving such an excellent lady.'</p>
<p>This compliment and humiliation had some effect upon Tabby; but she made
no reply; and Clinker, taking silence for consent, gave his attendance at
dinner. The fellow's natural aukwardness and the flutter of his spirits
were productive of repeated blunders in the course of his attendance—At
length, he spilt part of a custard upon her right shoulder; and, starting
back, trod upon Chowder, who set up a dismal howl—Poor Humphry was
so disconcerted at this double mistake, that he dropt the china dish,
which broke into a thousand pieces; then, falling down upon his knees,
remained in that posture gaping, with a most ludicrous aspect of distress.
Mrs Bramble flew to the dog, and, snatching him in her arms, presented him
to her brother saying, 'This is all a concerted scheme against this
unfortunate animal, whose only crime is its regard for me—Here it
is, kill it at once, and then you'll be satisfied.'</p>
<p>Clinker, hearing these words, and taking them in the literal acceptation,
got up in some hurry, and seizing a knife from the side-board, cried, 'Not
here, an please your ladyship—It will daub the room—Give him
to me, and I'll carry him to the ditch by the roadside' To this proposal
he received no other answer, than a hearty box on the ear, that made him
stagger to the other side of the room. 'What! (said she to her brother) am
I to be affronted by every mangy hound that you pick up on the highway? I
insist upon your sending this rascallion about his business immediately'
'For God's sake, sister, compose yourself (said my uncle) and consider
that the poor fellow is innocent of any intention to give you offence'
'Innocent as the babe unborn' (cried Humphry). 'I see it plainly
(exclaimed this implacable maiden), he acts by your direction; and you are
resolved to support him in his impudence This is a bad return for all the
services I have done you; for nursing you in your sickness, managing your
family, and keeping you from ruining yourself by your own imprudence—But
now you shall part with that rascal or me, upon the spot, without farther
loss of time; and the world shall see whether you have more regard for
your own flesh and blood, or for a beggarly foundling taken from the
dunghill.'</p>
<p>Mr Bramble's eyes began to glisten, and his teeth to chatter. 'If stated
fairly (said he, raising his voice) the question is, whether I have spirit
to shake off an intolerable yoke, by one effort of resolution, or meanness
enough to do an act of cruelty and injustice, to gratify the rancour of a
capricious woman—Heark ye, Mrs Tabitha Bramble, I will now propose
an alternative in my turn. Either discard your four-footed favourite, or
give me leave to bid you eternally adieu—For I am determined that he
and I shall live no longer under the same roof; and to dinner with what
appetite you may'—Thunderstruck at this declaration, she sat down in
a corner; and, after a pause of some minutes, 'Sure I don't understand
you, Matt! (said she)' 'And yet I spoke in plain English' answered the
'squire, with a peremptory look. 'Sir (resumed this virago, effectually
humbled), it is your prerogative to command, and my duty to obey. I can't
dispose of the dog in this place; but if you'll allow him to go in the
coach to London, I give you my word, he shall never trouble you again.'</p>
<p>Her brother, entirely disarmed by this mild reply, declared, she could ask
him nothing in reason that he would refuse; adding, 'I hope, sister, you
have never found me deficient in natural affection.'</p>
<p>Mrs Tabitha immediately rose, and, throwing her arms about his neck,
kissed him on the cheek: he returned her embrace with great emotion. Liddy
sobbed, Win. Jenkins cackled, Chowder capered, and Clinker skipped about,
rubbing his hands for joy of this reconciliation.</p>
<p>Concord being thus restored, we finished our meal with comfort; and in the
evening arrived at London, without having met with any other adventure. My
aunt seems to be much mended by the hint she received from her brother.
She has been graciously pleased to remove her displeasure from Clinker,
who is now retained as a footman; and in a day or two will make his
appearance in a new suit of livery; but as he is little acquainted with
London, we have taken an occasional valet, whom I intend hereafter to hire
as my own servant. We lodge in Goldensquare, at the house of one Mrs
Notion, a decent sort of a woman, who takes great pains to make us all
easy. My uncle proposes to make a circuit of all the remarkable scenes of
this metropolis, for the entertainment of his pupils; but as both you and
I are already acquainted with most of those he will visit, and with some
others he little dreams of, I shall only communicate what will be in some
measure new to your observation. Remember me to our Jesuitical friends,
and believe me ever,</p>
<p>Dear knight, Yours affectionately, J. MELFORD LONDON, May 24.</p>
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