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MEMOIRS OF MR. CHARLES J. YELLOWPLUSH
by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY
CONTENTS
MISS SHUM'S HUSBAND
THE AMOURS OF MR. DEUCEACE
FORING PARTS
MR. DEUCEACE AT PARIS:--
CHAP. I. The Two Bundles of Hay
II. "Honor thy Father"
III. Minewvring
IV. "Hitting the Nale on the Hedd"
V. The Griffin's Claws
VI. The Jewel
VII. The Consquinsies
VIII. The End of Mr. Deuceace's History. Limbo
IX. The Marriage
X. The Honey-moon
MR. YELLOWPLUSH'S AJEW
SKIMMINGS FROM "THE DAIRY OF GEORGE IV."
EPISTLES TO THE LITERATI
MEMOIRS OF MR. CHARLES J. YELLOWPLUSH
MISS SHUM'S HUSBAND.
CHAPTER I
.
I was born in the year one, of the present or Christian hera, and am, in
consquints, seven-and-thirty years old. My mamma called me Charles
James Harrington Fitzroy Yellowplush, in compliment to several noble
families, and to a sellybrated coachmin whom she knew, who wore a
yellow livry, and drove the Lord Mayor of London.
Why she gev me this genlmn's name is a diffiklty, or rayther the name
of a part of his dress; however, it's stuck to me through life, in which I
was, as it were, a footman by buth.
Praps he was my father--though on this subjict I can't speak suttinly, for
my ma wrapped up my buth in a mistry. I may be illygitmit, I may have
been changed at nuss; but I've always had genlmnly tastes through life,
and have no doubt that I come of a genlmnly origum.
The less I say about my parint the better, for the dear old creatur was
very good to me, and, I fear, had very little other goodness in her. Why,
I can't say; but I always passed as her nevyou. We led a strange life;
sometimes ma was dressed in sattn and rooge, and sometimes in rags
and dutt; sometimes I got kisses, and sometimes kix; sometimes gin,
and sometimes shampang; law bless us! how she used to swear at me,
and cuddle me; there we were, quarrelling and making up, sober and
tipsy, starving and guttling by turns, just as ma got money or spent it.
But let me draw a vail over the seen, and speak of her no more--its
'sfishant for the public to know, that her name was Miss Montmorency,
and we lived in the New Cut.
My poor mother died one morning, Hev,n bless her! and I was left
alone in this wide wicked wuld, without so much money as would buy
me a penny roal for