Satire
In the centrical part of a small village, not an hundred and fifty miles from the capital, resided my old uncle Peter Tweazy, one of the most petulant and unprepossessing of human beings, but so eminently endowed with the favours of fortune, that not a mushroom-picker or a plo...
In the centrical part of a small village, not an hundred and fifty miles from the capital, resided my old uncle Peter Tweazy, one of the most petulant and unprepossessing of hum...
2. Part 2“I won’t touch it, by G--d; I can’t bear the sight of it. Don’t I always tell you, Doctor Tonic, you and I should be much better friends, if you would not bore me to death with...
3. Part 3“He is, thanks to God and good luck,” replied my uncle; “but I knew him the height of my chair, when he used to be at the old woman’s house, fetching her snuff-box, carrying her...
4. Part 4“Aye, to be sure,” said Mrs. Henpeck: then drawing up her reins, she wished us good-morning; observing, she should send us a card in the evening; and flogging up the old horse,...
5. Part 5“Oh! but that’s nothing extraordinary, Sir,” cried Mrs. Deposit. “Man and wife, now-a-days, a’n’t like lock and key, that the one can’t move without the other. Why, Deposit and...
6. Part 6“But what reason could _not_ effect, fortune has,” replied my uncle; “for a legacy of two thousand pounds, left her by a distant relative, has so elevated her consequence, that...
7. Part 7Tea being over, the card-tables were adjusted, consisting of two whist, a speculation game, and a backgammon party, which created as much racket as the Stock Exchange, and highl...