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ga in . Her cries and sobs take no effect ' upon us whatever—she is only in fun ! When we come out again we run bolt against the breast of a gentleman , because he is well dressed , and is endorsed with a nose like the great Lord Brougham ' s . We insist that he is Lord Brougham . ' You pretend to diffuse knowledge among the
people , and put a stop to it when you think they ' ve had enough ! —establish a Society for our confusion , robbing the gin-shops only to answer your own purposes—will you have a glass of gin ? He turns up his nose at us a story higher than usual , and suddenly falls to ruins , and Mr . Francis Place springs up before us ! * Do you mean to call me drunk ! How dare you say that there are not . half so many working men frequent the gin-shops , as people think ; but that only a few of us ao , who are in and out
fifty times a day ! Do you mean to say that I am one of the select class ? Who cares for trades' unions ., and politics ,, and broad cloth , and patriotism , and liberty , when he can get a good drop to drink ? None of your nonsense—none of your nonsense —none of your—hie !—I say ? Who do you take me for , Mister Place ? I'll soon let you see who I am—talk to me , indeed !—
I ' m Mr . Buckingham himself ! Where is he gone?—wheres Mister Pla what's all this crowd V But we are not to be cheated out of our intended fight , and in the name of Mr . Buckingham we seize upon the cloak-collar of a tall figure , who is turning up the whites of his eyes , and insist that it is Mr . Place ; but it turns out to be only Parson Irving , with a box of hydrophobious tongues under his arm !
The gaunt apostle puts us aside with his iron elbow , and says something in a loud voice , about our stinking breath , and Satanburning brutality . So , to convince him to the contrary , and make him see better in future , we salute him with a punch in the eye . In return for our excellent practical lesson , he gives us one
also , and knocks us down as from the blow of a sledge hammer . We get up , and stammering all the oaths we can recollect , try to take off our jacket to fight . Somebody comes up to help us , as we think , and we go staggering about , till gradually we discover our apparent seconds are two policemen bearing us off between them to the station-house . We make what we mean to
bo a oxoet violent resistance ; but it seems to have very little effect beyond a bloody nose to one of them and a broken crown for ourselves , besides the legal consequences . We find next morning that we are covered with bruises , and
aching from head to foot . Three assaults are proved against us , and a tallow-chandler appears and makes oath that we have spoilt nine dozen of long sixes , by tumbling down into his cellar . We are sentenced to imprisonment for three calendar months , and to be kept to hard labour . This is us bad as being a galky : slave . We are compelled to work and to receive no wages at w
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80 fr On the Pleasure of getting Drunk .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1834, page 800, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2639/page/54/
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