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THE FATAL BOOTS.
by William Makepeace Thackeray

THE FATAL BOOTS:--
January.--The Birth of the Year
February.--Cutting Weather
March.--Showery
April.--Fooling
May.--Restoration Day
June.--Marrowbones and Cleavers
July.--Summary Proceedings
August.--Dogs have their Days
September.--Plucking a Goose
October.--Mars and Venus in Opposition
November.--A General Post Delivery
December.--"The Winter of Our Discontent"

THE FATAL BOOTS
JANUARY.--THE BIRTH OF THE YEAR.
Some poet has observed, that if any man would write down what has
really happened to him in this mortal life, he would be sure to make a
good book, though he never had met with a single adventure from his
birth to his burial. How much more, then, must I, who HAVE had
adventures, most singular, pathetic, and unparalleled, be able to
compile an instructive and entertaining volume for the use of the
public.
I don't mean to say that I have killed lions, or seen the wonders of
travel in the deserts of Arabia or Prussia; or that I have been a very
fashionable character, living with dukes and peeresses, and writing my

recollections of them, as the way now is. I never left this my native isle,
nor spoke to a lord (except an Irish one, who had rooms in our house,
and forgot to pay three weeks' lodging and extras); but, as our immortal
bard observes, I have in the course of my existence been so eaten up by
the slugs and harrows of outrageous fortune, and have been the object
of such continual and extraordinary ill-luck, that I believe it would melt
the heart of a milestone to read of it--that is, if a milestone had a heart
of anything but stone.
Twelve of my adventures, suitable for meditation and perusal during
the twelve months of the year, have been arranged by me for this work.
They contain a part of the history of a great, and, confidently I may say,
a GOOD man. I was not a spendthrift like other men. I never wronged
any man of a shilling, though I am as sharp a fellow at a bargain as any
in Europe. I never injured a fellow-creature; on the contrary, on several
occasions, when injured myself, have shown the most wonderful
forbearance. I come of a tolerably good family; and yet, born to
wealth--of an inoffensive disposition, careful of the money that I had,
and eager to get more,--I have been going down hill ever since my
journey of life began, and have been pursued by a complication of
misfortunes such as surely never happened to any man but the unhappy
Bob Stubbs.
Bob Stubbs is my