Sketches by Boz, illustrative of everyday life and every-day people by Charles Dickens (books to get back into reading txt) đ
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âNow this was bad enough,â resumed Mr. Bung, taking a half-step towards the door, as if to intimate that he had nearly concluded. âThis was bad enough, but there was a sort of quiet miseryâif you understand what I mean by that, sirâabout a lady at one house I was put into, as touched me a good deal more. It doesnât matter where it was exactly: indeed, Iâd rather not say, but it was the same sort oâ job. I went with Fixem in the usual wayâthere was a yearâs rent in arrear; a very small servant-girl opened the door, and three or four fine-looking little children was in the front parlour we were shown into, which was very clean, but very scantily furnished, much like the children themselves. âBung,â says Fixem to me, in a low voice, when we were left alone for a minute, âI know something about this here family, and my opinion is, itâs no go.â âDo you think they canât settle?â says I, quite anxiously; for I liked the looks of them children. Fixem shook his head, and was just about to reply, when the door opened, and in come a lady, as white as ever I see any one in my days, except about the eyes, which were red with crying. She walked in, as firm as I could have done; shut the door carefully after her, and sat herself down with a face as composed as if it was made of stone. âWhat is the matter, gentlemen?â says she, in a surprisinâ steady voice. â_Is_ this an execution?â âIt is, mum,â says Fixem. The lady looked at him as steady as ever: she didnât seem to have understood him. âIt is, mum,â says Fixem again; âthis is my warrant of distress, mum,â says he, handing it over as polite as if it was a newspaper which had been bespoke arter the next gentleman.
âThe ladyâs lip trembled as she took the printed paper. She cast her eye over it, and old Fixem began to explain the form, but saw she wasnât reading it, plain enough, poor thing. âOh, my God!â says she, suddenly a-bursting out crying, letting the warrant fall, and hiding her face in her hands. âOh, my God! what will become of us!â The noise she made, brought in a young lady of about nineteen or twenty, who, I suppose, had been a-listening at the door, and who had got a little boy in her arms: she sat him down in the ladyâs lap, without speaking, and she hugged the poor little fellow to her bosom, and cried over him, till even old Fixem put on his blue spectacles to hide the two tears, that was a-trickling down, one on each side of his dirty face. âNow, dear ma,â says the young lady, âyou know how much you have borne. For all our sakesâfor paâs sake,â says she, âdonât give way to this!âââNo, no, I wonât!â says the lady, gathering herself up, hastily, and drying her eyes; âI am very foolish, but Iâm better nowâmuch better.â And then she roused herself up, went with us into every room while we took the inventory, opened all the drawers of her own accord, sorted the childrenâs little clothes to make the work easier; and, except doing everything in a strange sort of hurry, seemed as calm and composed as if nothing had happened. When we came down-stairs again, she hesitated a minute or two, and at last says, âGentlemen,â says she, âI am afraid I have done wrong, and perhaps it may bring you into trouble. I secreted just now,â she says, âthe only trinket I have left in the worldâhere it is.â So she lays down on the table a little miniature mounted in gold. âItâs a miniature,â she says, âof my poor dear father! I little thought once, that I should ever thank God for depriving me of the original, but I do, and have done for years back, most fervently. Take it away, sir,â she says, âitâs a face that never turned from me in sickness and distress, and I can hardly bear to turn from it now, when, God knows, I suffer both in no ordinary degree.â I couldnât say nothing, but I raised my head from the inventory which I was filling up, and looked at Fixem; the old fellow nodded to me significantly, so I ran my pen through the â_Mini_â I had just written, and left the miniature on the table.
âWell, sir, to make short of a long story, I was left in possession, and in possession I remained; and though I was an ignorant man, and the master of the house a clever one, I saw what he never did, but what he would give worlds now (if he had âem) to have seen in time. I saw, sir, that his wife was wasting away, beneath cares of which she never complained, and griefs she never told. I saw that she was dying before his eyes; I knew that one exertion from him might have saved her, but he never made it. I donât blame him: I donât think he _could_ rouse himself. She had so long anticipated all his wishes, and acted for him, that he was a lost man when left to himself. I used to think when I caught sight of her, in the clothes she used to wear, which looked shabby even upon her, and would have been scarcely decent on any one else, that if I was a gentleman it would wring my very heart to see the woman that was a smart and merry girl when I courted her, so altered through her love for me. Bitter cold and damp weather it was, yet, though her dress was thin, and her shoes none of the best, during the whole three days, from morning to night, she was out of doors running about to try and raise the money. The money _was_ raised and the execution was paid out. The whole family crowded into the room where I was, when the money arrived. The father was quite happy as the inconvenience was removedâI dare say he didnât know how; the children looked merry and cheerful again; the eldest girl was bustling about, making preparations for the first comfortable meal they had had since the distress was put in; and the mother looked pleased to see them all so. But if ever I saw death in a womanâs face, I saw it in hers that night.
âI was right, sir,â continued Mr. Bung, hurriedly passing his coat-sleeve over his face; âthe family grew more prosperous, and good fortune arrived. But it was too late. Those children are motherless now, and their father would give up all he has since gainedâhouse, home, goods, money: all that he has, or ever can have, to restore the wife he has lost.â
CHAPTER VIâTHE LADIESâ SOCIETIES
Our Parish is very prolific in ladiesâ charitable institutions. In winter, when wet feet are common, and colds not scarce, we have the ladiesâ soup distribution society, the ladiesâ coal distribution society, and the ladiesâ blanket distribution society; in summer, when stone fruits flourish and stomach aches prevail, we have the ladiesâ dispensary, and the ladiesâ sick visitation committee; and all the year round we have the ladiesâ childâs examination society, the ladiesâ bible and prayer-book circulation society, and the ladiesâ childbed-linen monthly loan society. The two latter are decidedly the most important; whether they are productive of more benefit than the rest, it is not for us to say, but we can take upon ourselves to affirm, with the utmost solemnity, that they create a greater stir and more bustle, than all the others put together.
We should be disposed to affirm, on the first blush of the matter, that the bible and prayer-book society is not so popular as the childbed-linen society; the bible and prayer-book society has, however, considerably increased in importance within the last year or two, having derived some adventitious aid from the factious opposition of the childâs examination society; which factious opposition originated in manner following:âWhen the young curate was popular, and all the unmarried ladies in the parish took a serious turn, the charity children all at once became objects of peculiar and especial interest. The three Miss Browns (enthusiastic admirers of the curate) taught, and exercised, and examined, and re-examined the unfortunate children, until the boys grew pale, and the girls consumptive with study and fatigue. The three Miss Browns stood it out very well, because they relieved each other; but the children, having no relief at all, exhibited decided symptoms of weariness and care. The unthinking part of the parishioners laughed at all this, but the more reflective portion of the inhabitants abstained from expressing any opinion on the subject until that of the curate had been clearly ascertained.
The opportunity was not long wanting. The curate preached a charity sermon on behalf of the charity school, and in the charity sermon aforesaid, expatiated in glowing terms on the praiseworthy and indefatigable exertions of certain estimable individuals. Sobs were heard to issue from the three Miss Brownsâ pew; the pew-opener of the division was seen to hurry down the centre aisle to the vestry door, and to return immediately, bearing a glass of water in her hand. A low moaning ensued; two more pew-openers rushed to the spot, and the three Miss Browns, each supported by a pew-opener, were led out of the church, and led in again after the lapse of five minutes with white pocket-handkerchiefs to their eyes, as if they had been attending a funeral in the churchyard adjoining. If any doubt had for a moment existed, as to whom the allusion was intended to apply, it was at once removed. The wish to enlighten the charity children
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