Category: Short Stories

Sketches by Seymour — Complete

A DAY'S SPORT. CHAP. I. The Invitation, Outfit, and the sallying forth CHAP. II. The Death of a little Pig CHAP. III. The Sportsmen trespass on an Enclosure CHAP. IV. Shooting a Bird, and putting Shot into a Calf! CHAP. V. A Publican taking Orders. CHAP. VI. The Reckoning. CHA...

Chapters

1. Chapter 1

A DAY'S SPORT. CHAP. I. The Invitation, Outfit, and the sallying forth CHAP. II. The Death of a little Pig CHAP. III. The Sportsmen trespass on an Enclosure CHAP. IV. Shooting a...

2. Chapter 2

MISCELLANEOUS. PLATE I. THE JOLLY ANGLERS. PLATE II. THE BILL-STICKER. PLATE III. OLD FOOZLE. PLATE IV. THE "CRACK-SHOTS." No. I. PLATE V. THE "CRACK-SHOTS." No. II. PLATE VI. T...

3. Chapter 3

AN INTERCEPTED LETTER FROM DICK SLAMMER TO HIS FRIEND SAM FLYKE. PLATE I. Dye think ve shall be in time for the hunt? PLATE II. Vat a rum chap to go over the 'edge that vay!

4. Chapter 4

"Walked twenty miles over night: up before peep o' day again got a capital place; fell fast asleep; tide rose up to my knees; my hat was changed, my pockets picked, and a fish r...

5. Chapter 5

Two youths--and two guns appeared at early dawn in the suburbs. The youths were loaded with shooting paraphernalia and provisions, and their guns with the best Dartford gunpowde...

6. Chapter 6

What a thrill of pleasure pervades the philanthropic breast on beholding the rapid march of Intellect! The lamp-lighter, but an insignificant 'link' in the vast chain of society...

7. Chapter 7

"Oh! Sally, I told my missus vot you said your missus said about her."--"Oh! and so did I, Betty; I told my missus vot you said yourn said of her, and ve had sich a row!"

8. Chapter 8

It is the proud boast of some men that they have 'got a wrinkle.' How elated then ought this individual to be who has got so many! and yet, judging from the fretful expression o...

9. Chapter 9

Although he would undoubtedly prefer the blast with the chill off, he is so warm an enthusiast, in the pursuit of his sport, that he looks with contempt upon the rude and vulgar...

10. Chapter 10

"Help! help! Oh! you murderous little villin? this is vot you calls rowing, is it?--but if ever I gets safe on land again, I'll make you repent it, you rascal. I'll row you--tha...

11. Chapter 11

A little fat man With rod, basket, and can, And tackle complete, Selected a seat On the branch of a wide-spreading tree, That stretch'd over a branch of the Lea: There he silent...

12. Chapter 12

Dobbs has give me a whole holiday, and it's my intention to take the field to-morrow--and if so be you can come over your governor, and cut the apron and sleeves for a day--why

13. Chapter 13

"Now let's load and prime--and make ready," said Mr. Richard, when they had entered an extensive meadow, "and--I say--vot are you about? Don't put the shot in afore the powder,...

14. Chapter 14

"Prime!" exclaimed Spriggs, "and vith their leaves ve'll have an hunt there.--Don't you hear the birds a crying 'sveet,' 'sveet?' Thof all birds belong to the Temperance Society...

15. Chapter 15

"Will you have the goodness to hand me that little bird I've just shot off your 'edge," said he to a gardener, who was leaning on his spade and holding his right leg in his hand.

16. Chapter 16

Entering a parlour, with a clean, sanded floor, (prettily herring-boned, as the housemaids technically phrase it,) furnished with red curtains, half a dozen beech chairs, three...

17. Chapter 17

"Let's have a squint at it," said Mr. Spriggs, reaching across the table; but all his squinting made the bill no less, and he laid it down with a sigh. "It is coming it rayther...

18. Chapter 18

The two crouching friends taking advantage of the cessation in the storm, prepared to start. But in straightening the acute angles of their legs and arms, Mr. Sprigg's piece, by...

19. Chapter 19

One day two urchins got A pistol, powder, horn, and shot, And proudly forth they went On sport intent. "Oh, Tom! if we should shoot a hare," Cried one, The elder son, "How fathe...

20. Chapter 20

The moors is all slipp'ry slush, I'm up to the neck in the mire; I don't see no chance of a shot, And I long-how I long for a fire!

21. Chapter 21

How beautiful is the simplicity of unsophisticated youth! Behold with what patience this innocent awaits a bite, trusting with perfect faith in the truth of his affectionate mot...

22. Chapter 22

What made barber Ross survey the poll, make wigs, and puff away even when powder was exploded? What caused him to seek the applause of the 'nobs' among the cockneys, and struggl...

23. Chapter 23

"O! Molly! Molly! ven I popp'd my chops through the arey railings, and seed you smile, I thought you vos mine for ever! I wentur'd all for you --all--. It war'n't no great stake...

24. Chapter 24

"What are you grinning at, boys?" angrily demanded an old gentleman seated beside a meandering stream, of two schoolboys, who were watching him from behind a high paling at his...

25. Chapter 25

Jack was an itinerant vender of greens, and his spouse was a peripatetic distributor of the finny tribe, (sprats, herrings or mackerel, according to the season,) and both picked...

26. Chapter 26

A pedestrian may get robbed of his money on the highway, but a cross-road frequently robs him of time and patience; for when haply he considers himself at his journey's end, an...

27. Chapter 27

I have one of the best Mantons going with such a bore! and then I use the best shot--but not being the best shot in the world myself--I suppose is the identical reason why I nev...

28. Chapter 28

BOB. O! here's a harticle agin the fools, Vich our poor British Nation so misrules: And don't they show 'em up with all their tricks-- By gosh! I think they'd better cut their s...

29. Chapter 29

Such a misfortin' has you never heard on as come upon your friend. I'll jist give you a breef houtline of the circumstantials as near as my flurry vill let me. T'other mornin' I...

30. Chapter 30

Among the very few fashionable foibles to which Mr. Wiggins was addicted, was the smoking of cigars. Attracted by the appearance of a small box marked 'Marylands--one penny each...

31. Chapter 31

Mr. Wiggins was so intoxicated with love, brandy-and-water and cigars, that he scarcely knew how he reached home. He only remembered that he was very dizzy, and that his charmin...

32. Chapter 32

A wandering son of Apollo, with a shocking bad hat, encircled by a melancholy piece of rusty crape, and arrayed in garments that had once shone with renovated splendour in that...

33. Chapter 33

"Vell, for three year, as sure as the Septembers comes, I takes the field, but somehow or another I never takes nothin' else! My gun's a good 'un and no mistake!--Percussions an...

34. Chapter 34

Two youths, by favour of their sponsors, bearing the aristocratic names of William and Joseph, started early one morning duly equipped, on piscatorial sport intent. They trudged...

35. Chapter 35

Jim Smith was an inveterate joker, and his jokes were, for the most part, of the practical kind. He had a valuable tortoiseshell cat, whose beauty was not only the theme of prai...

36. Chapter 36

There is certainly no style of writing requiring so much modest assurance as autobiography; a position which, I am confident, neither Lord Cherbury, nor Vidocq, or any other mor...

37. Chapter 37

The lower part of this domicile was occupied by one James, who did 'porter's work,' while his wife superintended the trade of a miscellaneous store, called a green-grocer's; alt...

38. Chapter 38

In the vicinity of our alley were numerous horse-rides, and my chief delight was being entrusted with a horse, and galloping up and down the straw-littered avenue.--I was about...

39. Chapter 39

On the same landing where Timmis (as he termed it) 'held out,' were five or six closets nick-named offices, and three other boys. One was the nephew of the before-mentioned Wall...

40. Chapter 40

I was early at my post on the following morning, being particularly anxious to meet with Mr. Wallis's scapegrace nephew, and ascertain whether anybody had found the dead body of...

41. Chapter 41

"Well, howsomever, there was a good field--and off we went. The level country was all prime; but he took a hedge, and nearly julked all the life out o' me. I lost my stirrup, an...

42. Chapter 42

Steam-boats did not run to Greenwich and Blackwall at this period; and those who resorted to the white-bait establishments at those places, either availed themselves of a coach...

43. Chapter 43

"People should never undertake to do a thing they don't perfectly understand," remarked Mr. Crobble, "they're sure to make fools o' themselves in the end. There's Tom Davis, (yo...

44. Chapter 44

Taking to the road, for the footway was quite crowded, I soon reached Poplar. Here a large mob impeded my progress. They appeared all moved with extraordinary merriment. I soon...

45. Chapter 45

The love-lorn Matthew had departed, no doubt unable to bear the sight of that staircase whose boards no longer resounded with the slip-slap of the slippers of that hypocritical...

46. Chapter 46

Having to deliver a letter, containing an account and a stock receipt, to one of Mr. Timmis's clients, residing at the west end of the town; in crossing through one of the fashi...

47. Chapter 47

This was certainly a situation more ridiculous than interesting; and I smiled when I heard the story told, little suspecting that Fortune would one day throw me into a similar d...

48. Chapter 48

How impatiently did I count the minutes 'till the office was closed, for I longed to communicate the glad tidings of my good fortune to my worthy father. The old man wept with j...

49. Chapter 49

I was startled by the batho-romantic sentiment of Matthew, somewhat in the same manner as the young lady at the bookseller's, when she was accosted by a musical dustman, with--"...

50. Chapter 50

"I remember, when I was a young man, I once took a fancy to rowing," said Mr. Crobble one day to me. "I wasn't then quite so round as I am at present. Cousin Tom and I hired a w...