The Lamplighter | Page 5

lighting his first lamp,
and singing to himself in a manner more easily to be conceived than described, when he
hears the clock strike five, and suddenly sees an old gentleman with a telescope in his
hand, throw up a window and look at him very hard.
'Tom didn't know what could be passing in this old gentleman's mind. He thought it likely
enough that he might be saying within himself, "Here's a new lamplighter - a
good-looking young fellow - shall I stand something to drink?" Thinking this possible, he
keeps quite still, pretending to be very particular about the wick, and looks at the old
gentleman sideways, seeming to take no notice of him.
'Gentlemen, he was one of the strangest and most mysterious-looking files that ever Tom
clapped his eyes on. He was dressed all slovenly and untidy, in a great gown of a kind of
bed-furniture pattern, with a cap of the same on his head; and a long old flapped
waistcoat; with no braces, no strings, very few buttons - in short, with hardly any of those
artificial contrivances that hold society together. Tom knew by these signs, and by his not
being shaved, and by his not being over-clean, and by a sort of wisdom not quite awake,
in his face, that he was a scientific old gentleman. He often told me that if he could have
conceived the possibility of the whole Royal Society being boiled down into one man, he
should have said the old gentleman's body was that Body.
'The old gentleman claps the telescope to his eye, looks all round, sees nobody else in

sight, stares at Tom again, and cries out very loud:
'"Hal-loa!"
'"Halloa, Sir," says Tom from the ladder; "and halloa again, if you come to that."
'"Here's an extraordinary fulfilment," says the old gentleman, "of a prediction of the
planets."
'"Is there?" says Tom. "I'm very glad to hear it."
'"Young man," says the old gentleman, "you don't know me."
'"Sir," says Tom, "I have not that honour; but I shall be happy to drink your health,
notwithstanding."
'"I read," cries the old gentleman, without taking any notice of this politeness on Tom's
part - "I read what's going to happen, in the stars."
'Tom thanked him for the information, and begged to know if anything particular was
going to happen in the stars, in the course of a week or so; but the old gentleman,
correcting him, explained that he read in the stars what was going to happen on dry land,
and that he was acquainted with all the celestial bodies.
'"I hope they're all well, Sir," says Tom, - "everybody."
'"Hush!" cries the old gentleman. "I have consulted the book of Fate with rare and
wonderful success. I am versed in the great sciences of astrology and astronomy. In my
house here, I have every description of apparatus for observing the course and motion of
the planets. Six months ago, I derived from this source, the knowledge that precisely as
the clock struck five this afternoon a stranger would present himself - the destined
husband of my young and lovely niece - in reality of illustrious and high descent, but
whose birth would be enveloped in uncertainty and mystery. Don't tell me yours isn't,"
says the old gentleman, who was in such a hurry to speak that he couldn't get the words
out fast enough, "for I know better."
'Gentlemen, Tom was so astonished when he heard him say this, that he could hardly
keep his footing on the ladder, and found it necessary to hold on by the lamp-post. There
WAS a mystery about his birth. His mother had always admitted it. Tom had never
known who was his father, and some people had gone so far as to say that even SHE was
in doubt.
'While he was in this state of amazement, the old gentleman leaves the window, bursts
out of the house-door, shakes the ladder, and Tom, like a ripe pumpkin, comes sliding
down into his arms.
'"Let me embrace you," he says, folding his arms about him, and nearly lighting up his
old bed-furniture gown at Tom's link. "You're a man of noble aspect. Everything

combines to prove the accuracy of my observations. You have had mysterious
promptings within you," he says; "I know you have had whisperings of greatness, eh?" he
says.
'"I think I have," says Tom - Tom was one of those who can persuade themselves to
anything they like - "I've often thought I wasn't the small beer I was taken for."
'"You were right," cries the old gentleman, hugging him again. "Come in. My niece
awaits us."
'"Is the young lady tolerable good-looking, Sir?" says Tom, hanging fire rather, as he
thought of her playing