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Roundjacket, take this young man up to O'Brallaghan's to-morrow, and have his measure taken." "With pleasure," said Mr. Roundjacket, who had evidently taken a great liking to Verty; "what sort of clothes?" Mr. Rushton looked at the subject of the conversation. Verty was gazing through the window and dreaming.
Rushton, slowly returning to a consciousness of his whereabouts, raised his sorrowful eyes, Roundjacket looked at him with profound commiseration and sympathy. "You have forgotten," said Mr. Rushton, in a low, broken voice, his pale lips trembling as he spoke, "you don't keep account of the days as I do, Roundjacket." "The days I "
"I'll tell you what it is, Verty, my friend," said Roundjacket, chuckling, "I don't think we make much by keeping you from paying a daily visit to some of your friends. My own opinion is, that you would do more work if you went and had some amusement."
Busy with the various fortunes of our other personages, we have not been able of late to give much attention to the noble poet, Roundjacket, with whose ambition and great thoughts, this history has heretofore somewhat concerned itself.
Roundjacket, you say, because he advises you not to get " "No, oh! no, sir!" interrupts Verty, with sudden energy, "oh! no, sir, I did not mean that!" And the young man, embarrassed by his own vehemence, and the eyes directed toward his face, hangs his head and blushes. Yes, the bold, simple, honest Verty, blushes, and looks ashamed, and feels as if he is guilty of some dreadful crime.
Here the poet lived in bachelor freedom, and with a degree of comfort which might have induced any other man to be satisfied with his condition. We know, from his own assertion, that Roundjacket was not; he had an excellent little house, a beautiful garden, every comfort which an ample "estate" could bring him, but he had no wife. That was the one thing needful.
"I felt badly at the moment," said Roundjacket; "the fact is, I always do feel badly when I'm confined thus. I have been trying to wile away the time with the manuscript of my poem, sir but it won't do. An author, sir mark me never takes any pleasure in reading his own writings." "Ah?" said Verty. "No, sir; the only proper course for authors is to marry." "Indeed, sir?"
"I say that a man has a right to file an amended and supplemental bill, stating new facts; but you don't understand. Perhaps, sir, I was right, and perhaps I was wrong in that advice." "But, Mr. Roundjacket," said Verty, sighing, "do you think I ought not to marry because I am an Indian?" This question of ethics evidently puzzled the poet.
"Yes, yes; it is natural for you to wonder at all this," said the weary looking man, closing the book, and locking it up in a secret drawer of the table; "let us dismiss the matter. Did you say any one wanted me? Yes, I can attend to business my mind is quite clear I am ready I will see them now, Roundjacket." And the head of the lawyer fell upon his arm, his bosom shaken with sobs.
Roundjacket wound up with a gigantic figure, in which the muse of Chancery was represented as mounted upon a golden car, and dispensing from her outstretched hands all sorts of fruits, and flowers, and blessings on humanity; and having thus brought his noble poem to a noble termination, the poet, modestly smiling, and ready for applause, rolled up his manuscript, and raised his eyes to the countenance of his silent and admiring listener that listener who had been so rapt in the glowing images and sonorous couplets, that he had not uttered so much as a word.
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