Peter Simple Part 1

Peter Simple.

by Frederick Marryat.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE GREAT ADVANTAGE OF BEING THE FOOL OF THE FAMILY--MY DESTINY IS DECIDED, AND I AM CONSIGNED TO A STOCKBROKER AS PART OF HIS MAJESTY'S SEA-STOCK--UNFORTUNATELY FOR ME MR. HANDYc.o.c.k IS A BEAR, AND I GET VERY LITTLE DINNER.

If I cannot narrate a life of adventurous and daring exploits, fortunately I have no heavy crimes to confess: and, if I do not rise in the estimation of the reader for acts of gallantry and devotion in my country's cause, at least I may claim the merit of zealous and persevering continuance in my vocation. We are all of us variously gifted from Above, and he who is content to walk, instead of to run, on his allotted path through life, although he may not so rapidly attain the goal, has the advantage of not being out of breath upon his arrival.

As well as I can recollect and a.n.a.lyse my early propensities, I think that, had I been permitted to select my own profession, I should in all probability have bound myself apprentice to a tailor; for I always envied the comfortable seat which they appeared to enjoy upon the s...o...b..ard, and their elevated position, which enabled them to look down upon the constant succession of the idle or the busy, who pa.s.sed in review before them in the main street of the country town, near to which I pa.s.sed the first fourteen years of my existence.

But my father, who was a clergyman of the Church of England, and the youngest brother of a n.o.ble family, had a lucrative living, and a "soul above b.u.t.tons," if his son had not. It has been from time immemorial the heathenish custom to sacrifice the greatest fool of the family to the prosperity and naval superiority of the country, and, at the age of fourteen, I was selected as the victim. If the custom be judicious, I had no reason to complain. There was not one dissentient voice, when it was proposed before all the varieties of my aunts and cousins, invited to partake of our new-year's festival. I was selected by general acclamation. Flattered by such an unanimous acknowledgment of my qualification, I felt a slight degree of military ardour, and a sort of vision of future grandeur pa.s.sed before me, in the distant vista of which I perceived a coach with four horses, and a service of plate. But as my story is not a very short one, I must not dwell too long on its commencement. I shall therefore inform the reader, that my father, who lived in the north of England, did not think it right to fit me out at the country town, near to which we resided; but about a fortnight after the decision which I have referred to, he forwarded me to London, on the outside of the coach, with my best suit of bottle-green and six s.h.i.+rts.

To prevent mistakes, I was booked in the way-bill, "To be delivered to Mr Thomas Handyc.o.c.k, Number 14, Saint Clement's Lane--carriage paid."

My parting with the family was very affecting; my mother cried bitterly, for, like all mothers, she liked the greatest fool which she had presented to my father, better than all the rest; my sisters cried because my mother cried; Tom roared for a short time more loudly than all the rest, having been chastised by my father for breaking his fourth window in that week.

At last I tore myself away. I had blubbered till my eyes were so red and swollen, that the pupils were scarcely to be distinguished, and tears and dirt had veined my cheeks like the marble of the chimney-piece. My handkerchief was soaked through with wiping my eyes and blowing my nose, before the scene was over. My brother Tom, with a kindness which did honour to his heart, exchanged his for mine, saying, with fraternal regard, "Here, Peter, take mine, it's as dry as a bone."

But my father would not wait for a second handkerchief to perform its duty. He led me away through the hall, when, having shaken hands with all the men, and kissed all the maids, who stood in a row with their ap.r.o.ns to their eyes, I quitted the paternal roof.

The coachman accompanied me to the stage. Having seen me securely wedged between two fat old women, and having put my parcel inside, he took his leave, and in a few minutes I was on my road to London.

I was too much depressed to take notice of any thing during my journey.

When we arrived in London, they drove to the Blue Boar (in a street, the name of which I have forgotten). I had never seen or heard of such an animal, and certainly it did appear very formidable; its mouth was open and teeth very large.

The coachman threw his whip to the ostler, and the reins upon the horses' back; he then dismounted, and calling to me, "Now, young gentleman, I'se waiting," he put a ladder up for me to get down by; then turning to a porter, he said to him, "Bill, you must take this here young gem'man and that ere parcel to this here direction.--Please to remember the coachman, sir." I replied that I certainly would, if he wished it, and walked off with the porter; the coachman observing as I went away, "Well, he is a fool--that's sartain." I arrived quite safe at St. Clement's Lane, when the porter received a s.h.i.+lling for his trouble from the maid who let me in, and I was shown up into a parlour, where I found myself in company with Mrs Handyc.o.c.k.

Mrs Handyc.o.c.k was a little meagre woman, who did not speak very good English, and who appeared to me to employ the major part of her time in bawling out from the top of the stairs to the servants below. I never saw her either read a book or occupy herself with needlework, during the whole time I was in the house. She had a large grey parrot and I really cannot tell which screamed the worst of the two--but she was very civil and kind to me. Before I had been there ten minutes, she told me that she "hadored sailors--they were the defendiours and preserviours of their kings and countries," and that Mr Handyc.o.c.k would be home by four o'clock, and then we should go to dinner.

As I was very anxious to see Mr Handyc.o.c.k, and very anxious to have my dinner, I was not sorry to hear the clock on the stairs strike four; when Mrs Handyc.o.c.k jumped up, and put her head over the banisters.

"Jemima, Jemima, it's four o'clock!"

"I hear it, marm," replied the cook; and she gave the frying-pan a twist, which made the hissing and the smell come flying up into the parlour, and made me more hungry than ever.

Rap, tap, tap! "There's your master, Jemima," screamed the lady. "I hear him, marm," replied the cook. "Run down, my dear, and let Mr Handyc.o.c.k in," said his wife. "He'll be so surprised at seeing you open the door."

I ran down as Mrs Handyc.o.c.k desired me, and opened the street-door.

"Who the devil are you?" in a gruff voice, cried Mr Handyc.o.c.k; a man about six feet high, dressed in blue cotton-net pantaloons and Hessian boots, with a black coat and waistcoat. I was a little rebuffed, I must own, but I replied that I was Mr Simple. "And pray, Mr Simple, what would your grandfather say if he saw you now?"

"Law, Mr Handyc.o.c.k," said his wife, from the top of the stairs, "how can you be so cross? I told him to open the door to surprise you."

"And you have surprised me," replied he, "with your cursed folly."

While Mr Handyc.o.c.k was rubbing his boots on the mat, I went upstairs, rather mortified, I must own, as my father had told me that Mr Handyc.o.c.k was his stock-broker, and would do all he could to make me comfortable. When I returned to the parlour, Mrs Handyc.o.c.k whispered to me, "Never mind, my dear, it's only because there's something wrong on 'Change. Mr Handyc.o.c.k is a _bear_ just now." I thought so too, but made no answer, for Mr Handyc.o.c.k came upstairs.

"Are you ready for your dinner, my dear?" said the lady, almost trembling.

"If the dinner is ready for me. I believe we usually dine at four,"

answered her husband gruffly.

"Jemima, Jemima, dish up! do you hear, Jemima?"

"Yes, marm," replied the cook, "directly I've thickened the b.u.t.ter;" and Mrs Handyc.o.c.k resumed her seat, with:

"Well, Mr Simple, and how is your grandfather, Lord Privilege?"

"He is quite well, ma'am," answered I, for the fifteenth time at least.

But dinner put an end to the silence which followed this remark. Mr Handyc.o.c.k walked downstairs, leaving his wife and me to follow at our leisure.

"Pray, ma'am," inquired I, as soon as he was out of hearing, "what is the matter with Mr Handyc.o.c.k, that he is so cross to you?"

"Vy, my dear, it is one of the misfortunes of matermony, that ven the husband's put out, the vife is sure to have her share of it."

"Are you people coming down to dinner?" roared Mr Handyc.o.c.k from below.

"Yes, my dear," replied the lady; "I thought that you were was.h.i.+ng your hands." We descended into the dining-room, where we found that Mr Handyc.o.c.k had already devoured two of the whitings, leaving only one on the dish for his wife and me. "Vould you like a little bit of viting, my dear?" said the lady to me. "It's not worth halving," observed the gentleman, in a surly tone, taking up the fish with his own knife and fork, and putting it on his plate.

"Well, I'm so glad you like them, my dear," replied the lady meekly; then turning to me, "there's some nice roast _weal_ coming, my dear."

The veal made its appearance, and fortunately for us Mr Handyc.o.c.k could not devour it all. He took the lion's share, nevertheless, cutting off all the brown, and then shoving the dish over to his wife to help herself and me.

After dinner, Mr Handyc.o.c.k went down to the cellar for a bottle of wine. "O deary me!" exclaimed his wife, "he must have lost a mint of money--we had better go upstairs and leave him alone; he'll be better after a bottle of port, perhaps." I was very glad to go away, and being very tired, I went to bed without any tea, for Mrs Handyc.o.c.k dared not venture to make it before her husband came upstairs.

CHAPTER TWO.

FITTING OUT ON THE SHORTEST NOTICE--FORTUNATELY FOR ME THIS DAY MR.

HANDYc.o.c.k IS NOT A BEAR, AND I FARE VERY WELL--I SET OFF FOR PORTSMOUTH--BEHIND THE COACH I MEET A MAN BEFORE THE MAST--HE IS DISGUISED WITH LIQUOR, BUT IS NOT THE ONLY DISGUISE I FALL IN WITH IN MY JOURNEY.

The next morning Mr Handyc.o.c.k appeared to be in somewhat better humour.

One of the linendrapers who fitted out cadets, etcetera, "on the shortest notice," was sent for, and orders given for my equipment, which Mr Handyc.o.c.k insisted should be ready on the day afterwards, or the articles would be left on his hands; adding, that my place was already taken in the Portsmouth coach.

The man made his promise, took my measure, and departed; and soon afterwards Mr Handyc.o.c.k also quitted the house.

At four o'clock Mr Handyc.o.c.k rapped at the door, and was let in--but not by me. He ascended the stairs with three bounds, and coming into the parlour, cried, "Well, Nancy, my love, how are you?" Then stooping over her, "Give me a kiss, old girl. I'm as hungry as a hunter. Mr Simple, how do you do? I hope you have pa.s.sed the morning agreeably. I must wash my hands and change my boots, my love; I am not fit to sit down to table with you in this pickle. Well, Polly, how are you?"

"I'm glad you're hungry, my dear, I've such a nice dinner for you,"

replied the wife, all smiles. "Jemima, be quick, and dish up--Mr Handyc.o.c.k is so hungry."

"Yes, marm," replied the cook; and Mrs Handyc.o.c.k followed her husband into his bedroom on the same floor, to a.s.sist him at his toilet.

"By Jove, Nancy, the bulls have been nicely taken in," said Mr Handyc.o.c.k, as we sat down to dinner.

"O I am so glad!" replied his wife, giggling; and so I believe she was, but why I did not understand.

We both had our share to-day, and I never saw a man more polite than Mr Handyc.o.c.k. He joked with his wife, asked me to drink wine with him two or three times, talked about my grandfather; and, in short, we had a very pleasant evening.

The next morning all my clothes came home, but Mr Handyc.o.c.k, who still continued in good humour, said that he would not allow me to travel by night, that I should sleep there and set off the next morning; which I did at six o'clock, and before eight I had arrived at the Elephant and Castle, where we stopped for a quarter of an hour. I observed a crowd a.s.sembled at the corner; and asking a gentleman who sat by me in a plaid cloak, whether there was not something very uncommon to attract so many people, he replied, "Not very, for it is only a drunken sailor."

I rose from my seat, which was on the hinder part of the coach, that I might see him, for it was a new sight to me, and excited my curiosity; when, to my astonishment, he staggered from the crowd, and swore that he'd go to Portsmouth. He climbed up by the wheel of the coach and sat down by me. I believe that I stared at him very much, for he said to me, "What are you gaping at, you young sculping? Do you want to catch flies? or did you never see a chap half seas over before?"