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intellect , rather than original stupidity . His pale , bloated cheeks , hung flabbily as if pulled down by their own dead weighty and the eyes peered through cracks in the swoln , bladdery sockets , like little twinkling lights buried in balls of dingy tallow . His huge head was covered with matted hair , begrimed with dust and dirt , as though comb , Torush , nor fingers ,, nor water , had
ever made acquaintance with it , and its only covering had been a dust basket . Sluggish and drowsy in all his movements , every spark of being which could lift him out of the mere animal , seemed utterly extinct . His whole appearance , manner , and habits , were those of one of those melancholy wretches , who have soddened their brains by months of unrecovered drunkenness ; whose senses have evaporated in wild riot and the filthiest
debauchery * Such , indeed , was the case with him , and he was but twenty years of age . c Pass the word for Justin Moran / was sung out from above to the main deck , where Justin was at that moment employed in his office of sweeper . c Justin , boy , here ' s your fader come o'boord to see yez / said Teddy Disney to him ; but Justin paid no attention , he continued the action of his broom .
' Hand him down on a clean plate / cried Mike Weymouth , the boatswain ' s mate , who was then superintending the labour of Justin and others . Presently the old man descended : ' Justin , darlnr , how are you , thin V and he ran to him . Justin attended only to his broom , though his father had by this time clasped him round the neck and kissed him , while the tears flowed fast
down his cheeks ; but no word , no look , was returned by the son : the broom only moved jerkingly . The father took the heavy head and pressed it to his bosom , patting it , and stroking down the coarse and ragged locks , as , probably , he was wont when Justin was a little chubby urchin on his knee . ' Justin , darlin , spake to me . ' Justin answered by a struggle to disengage his head .
" Och , hone ! darlin , Justin , boy , dear boy , do spake to your fader ; would you brake my old heart , quite ; do look up in my face , thin ! ' and he continued his caresses while the tears rolled down his cheeks like rain . — Darlin , Justin , do look up at me / he continued , ' spake to me ; I have left your mother and the chilther , and by the same token come all the way from Kallymard , just to get a sight of yez , and to hear a word , and you won ' t spake . Och , hone ! and is it after killing me yez ucl be ?* All had no effect ; at once the old man burst out with such a transition of
emotion , that he appeared no tiling like the same man . He stepped back a little , and looked at his son and his broom , and then , as if in ecstacy of admiration , on the top of his voice he cried , ' Och ! an its an iligant sweeper you are ; never say the Morans have not an idicashon ; fait and you handle the broom like a gentleman or a lady . Oh ! may be I won ' t give you oceans of brooms ,-and you shall pick and choose from the best to show your taste ; its an iligant taste , I'll go bail you have . Oh ! then you
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Autobiography of Pel . Verjuice . 29
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1834, page 29, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2629/page/29/
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