The Adventures of a Three-Guinea Watch | Page 2

in the world in which
I found myself.
It was not a big world indeed, but I could see I was not the only
inhabitant. All around me were watches like myself, some of a golden
complexion, and some--of which I was one--of a silvery. Some were
big, and made an awful noise, and some were tiny, and just whispered
what they had to say. Some were very proud, and showed off their
jewels and chains in a way which made me blush for the vanity of my
fellow- creatures--"dear" watches, the ladies called these, and others
were as plain as plain could be.
Every now and then our case would be opened, and one of my
neighbours taken out and never put back. Then we knew he had been
sold, and we who were left spent our time in gossiping about what had
become of him, and speculating whose turn would come next. A gold
repeater near me was very confident the turn would be his, and so
impressed us with the sense of his "striking" importance and claims,
that when the next time our glass house was entered, and a hand came
groping in our direction, I at once concluded it was his summons into
publicity and honour. Imagine my astonishment, then, when the hand,
instead of reaching my gold neighbour, took hold of me and cautiously
drew me out of the case! My heart leaped to my mouth--or whatever
part of a watch's anatomy corresponds with that organ--and I was ready
to faint with excitement. I had always imagined I was to lie in that case
for years, but now, when I was barely a month old, here was I going out
into the world.
It made me quite bashful to listen to all the flattering things my master
said of me. I was worth twice the price he was selling me at, he said; in
fact, if trade had been good he would not have parted with me under
three times that price. It was a relief to think the repeater could not
overhear this, or he would have sneered in a way to extinguish me
altogether. As it was, no other watch was by, so that I was not very

much embarrassed.
After turning me over, and feeling my pulse, and listening to the
beating of my heart, and taking off my coat and waistcoat to inspect my
muscle, my master's customer at last laid me down on the counter and
pronounced the sentences with which I have begun my story.
"Then I'll take it," he said, and pulled out his purse. "Stop a bit,
though!" exclaimed he; "I'd better have a chain too, my little chap will
think more of that than the watch. Let me see some silver chains, will
you?"
So my master went and fetched a tray containing a large number of
tempting-looking chains.
While he was gone my new owner took me up again in his hand and
turned me over and put me to his ear; then as he laid me down again he
smiled to himself and murmured.
"Bless his little heart! how proud he'll be!"
I was quite taken aback. Who was this taking upon himself to bless my
little heart and prophesy that I should be proud? Then all of a sudden it
occurred to me this remark may have been intended to refer not to me,
but to the "little chap" the gentleman had just now spoken of. So I
recovered my composure, especially when I saw what a kind, gentle
face my purchaser had.
He chose a neat, strong silver chain which was forthwith, in accordance
with the barbarous practice of the age, fixed to my poor neck. I could
not help sighing as I felt for the first time the burden of bondage.
What had I done to be thus chained like a Roman captive, like a dog,
like a parrot? But it was no use being in a rage. I swallowed my
indignation as well as I could, and consoled myself with the reflection
that every watch, even gold repeaters themselves, are subject to the
same hardship.

Ah! I was young then, and my knowledge of the world was small.
Many a time since I have blessed the chain that held me, just as the ship,
could it speak, would bless the cable that saved it from the rocks. Take
the advice of an old ticker, you young watches, and instead of rebelling
against your chains, rather hope they may be strong and sound in every
link!
"That will be just five pounds, won't it?" said my purchaser. "Here is a
bank note. Never mind about doing it up, I'll just slip it into my pocket.
Good-morning."
And with that I was conscious of