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Updated: June 21, 2025
But even this was not all. The tall postilion produced from his right-hand top-boot, a damp copy of that afternoon’s number of the county paper; and there, in large type, running the whole length of the very first column, was a long address from Nicholas Tulrumble to the inhabitants of Mudfog, in which he said that he cheerfully complied with their requisition, and, in short, as if to prevent any mistake about the matter, told them over again what a grand fellow he meant to be, in very much the same terms as those in which he had already told them all about the matter in his letter.
Tulrumble, was greatly mortified, inasmuch as the reflection would force itself on his mind, that, had he been born in London instead of in Mudfog, he might have been a Lord Mayor too, and have patronized the judges, and been affable to the Lord Chancellor, and friendly with the Premier, and coldly condescending to the Secretary to the Treasury, and have dined with a flag behind his back, and done a great many other acts and deeds which unto Lord Mayors of London peculiarly appertain.
‘And you must be sober,’ said Tulrumble; ‘perfectly sober.’ Mr.
'They won't laugh now, Mr. Jennings, said Nicholas Tulrumble. 'I think not, sir, said Mr. Jennings. 'See how eager they look, said Nicholas Tulrumble. 'Aha! the laugh will be on our side now; eh, Mr. Jennings? 'No doubt of that, sir, replied Mr.
Immense tears were rolling down his cheeks, and he was vainly endeavouring to conceal his grief by applying to his eyes a blue cotton pocket-handkerchief with white spots, an article not strictly in keeping with a suit of armour some three hundred years old, or thereabouts. 'Twigger, you villain! said Nicholas Tulrumble, quite forgetting his dignity, 'go back. 'Never, said Ned.
Having taken this step, he put his hat on his head, and his pride in his pocket, and walked down to the old room at the Lighterman's Arms. There were only two of the old fellows there, and they looked coldly on Nicholas as he proffered his hand. 'Are you going to put down pipes, Mr. Tulrumble? said one. 'Or trace the progress of crime to 'bacca? growled another.
About this time, it began to be murmured in Mudfog that Nicholas Tulrumble was growing vain and haughty; that prosperity and success had corrupted the simplicity of his manners, and tainted the natural goodness of his heart; in short, that he was setting up for a public character, and a great gentleman, and affected to look down upon his old companions with compassion and contempt.
Having taken this step, he put his hat on his head, and his pride in his pocket, and walked down to the old room at the Lighterman’s Arms. There were only two of the old fellows there, and they looked coldly on Nicholas as he proffered his hand. ‘Are you going to put down pipes, Mr. Tulrumble?’ said one. ‘Or trace the progress of crime to ‘bacca?’ growled another.
Jennings; and Nicholas Tulrumble, in a state of pleasurable excitement, stood up in the four-wheel chaise, and telegraphed gratification to the Mayoress behind.
Tulrumble, junior, couldn't make up his mind to be anything but magnificent, so he went up to London and drew bills on his father; and when he had overdrawn, and got into debt, he grew penitent, and came home again. As to old Nicholas, he kept his word, and having had six weeks of public life, never tried it any more.
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