Roundabout Papers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 449 pages of information about Roundabout Papers.

Roundabout Papers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 449 pages of information about Roundabout Papers.
now, with great humps of blue mould on their old backs; and they could tell all sorts of queer stories, if they chose to speak—­but they are very silent, carps are—­of their nature peu communicatives.  Oh! what has been thy long life, old Goody, but a dole of bread and water and a perch on a cage; a dreary swim round and round a Lethe of a pond?  What are Rossbach or Jena to those mouldy ones, and do they know it is a grandchild of England who brings bread to feed them?

No!  Those Sans Souci carps may live to be a thousand years old and have nothing to tell but that one day is like another; and the history of friend Goody Twoshoes has not much more variety than theirs.  Hard labor, hard fare, hard bed, numbing cold all night, and gnawing hunger most days.  That is her lot.  Is it lawful in my prayers to say, “Thank heaven, I am not as one of these?” If I were eighty, would I like to feel the hunger always gnawing, gnawing? to have to get up and make a bow when Mr. Bumble the beadle entered the common room? to have to listen to Miss Prim, who came to give me her ideas of the next world?  If I were eighty, I own I should not like to have to sleep with another gentleman of my own age, gouty, a bad sleeper, kicking in his old dreams, and snoring; to march down my vale of years at word of command, accommodating my tottering old steps to those of the other prisoners in my dingy, hopeless old gang; to hold out a trembling hand for a sicky pittance of gruel, and say, “Thank you, ma’am,” to Miss Prim, when she has done reading her sermon.  John! when Goody Twoshoes comes next Friday, I desire she may not be disturbed by theological controversies.  You have a very fair voice, and I heard you and the maids singing a hymn very sweetly the other night, and was thankful that our humble household should be in such harmony.  Poor old Twoshoes is so old and toothless and quaky, that she can’t sing a bit; but don’t be giving yourself airs over her, because she can’t sing and you can.  Make her comfortable at our kitchen hearth.  Set that old kettle to sing by our hob.  Warm her old stomach with nut-brown ale and a toast laid in the fire.  Be kind to the poor old school-girl of ninety, who has had leave to come out for a day of Christmas holiday.  Shall there be many more Christmases for thee?  Think of the ninety she has seen already; the four-score and ten cold, cheerless, nipping New Years!

If you were in her place, would you like to have a remembrance of better early days, when you were young, and happy, and loving, perhaps; or would you prefer to have no past on which your mind could rest?  About the year 1788, Goody, were your cheeks rosy, and your eyes bright, and did some young fellow in powder and a pigtail look in them?  We may grow old, but to us some stories never are old.  On a sudden they rise up, not dead, but living—­not forgotten, but freshly remembered.  The eyes gleam on us as they used to do.  The dear voice thrills in our hearts.  The rapture of the meeting, the terrible, terrible parting, again and again the tragedy is acted over.  Yesterday, in the street, I saw a pair of eyes so like two which used to brighten at my coming once, that the whole past came back as I walked lonely, in the rush of the Strand, and I was young again in the midst of joys and sorrows, alike sweet and sad, alike sacred and fondly remembered.

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