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"Happiness?" cried my uncle George, pulling at his whisker, "'t would break her heart, Perry; she'd grieve, boy, aye, begad she would she'd grieve, as I say, and grieve, d'ye see " "Then you must comfort her you or Uncle Jervas, or both! Woo her, win her whoever can, only make her happy that happiness she has denied herself for my sake, all these years.
Even as I stood mute with righteous indignation, all my finer feelings thus wantonly outraged, he yawned again. "Come, Peregrine," he mumbled sleepily, "come you in to bed, like a sensible lad." "Uncle Jervas," said I, smiling up at him as contemptuously as possible, "I will see you damned first!"
Here my uncle George rose up, sat down and rose again, striving for speech, while uncle Jervas smiled and dangled his eyeglass. That's done it, Jervas, that's one in the wind. A poet! Poor, poor lad. He has written some charming sonnets, and an ode to a throstle that has been much admired. Ode! B'gad! Throstle! MY UNCLE JERVAS. He trifles with paints and brushes, too, I believe?
"Begad, I think it would, Jervas." "Though, mark me, George, I have sometimes thought she has the preposterous lack of judgment to prefer you." "No did you though!" exclaimed my uncle George, spurs jingling again. "B'gad, and did you though dooce take me!" "Aye, George, I did, but only very occasionally.
Thence to Westminster to my barber's, and strange to think how when I find that Jervas himself did intend to bring home my periwigg, and not Jane his maid, I did desire not to have it at all, for I had a mind to have her bring it home. I also went to Mr.
What will recommend the name of Jervas to inquisitive posterity, was his intimacy with Pope, whom he instructed to draw and paint. The poet has enshrined the feeble talents of the painter in "the lucid amber of his flowing lines." Spence informs us, that Pope was "the pupil of Jervas for the space of a year said a half," meaning that he was constantly so, for that period.
"I!" said Jervas, "I believe nothing." "Yes, but you do," replied the Doctor; "nay, you not only believe, but practise: you are so scrupulous an observer of the commandments, that you never make the likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or on the earth beneath, or," &c. They were extravagantly praised in their day.
There are some kinds of knowledge, and some kinds of labour, that are more highly paid for than others. But I have said enough to you, Jervas, for the present: I do not want to lecture you, but to serve you. You are a young lad, and have had no experience; I am an old man, and have had a great deal: so perhaps my advice may be of some use to you.
"Remove yourself, nephew?" repeated uncle Jervas, peering at me a little more narrowly. "Pray where?" "Anywhere, sir. I shall follow the wind, tramp the roads, consort with all and sundry, open the book of Life and endeavour to learn of man by man himself." "Very fine!" said my uncle Jervas, "and damned foolish!"
After I had spent a shilling there in wine I took boat with Jervas and his wife and set them at Westminster, and it being late forbore Mrs. Lane and went by water to the Old Swan by a boat, where I had good sport with one of the young men about his travells as far as Voxhall, in mockery, which yet the fellow answered me most prettily and traveller-like unto my very good mirth.
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