London:
Printed by A. Spottiswoode,
New-Street-Square.
THE CHARTIST,
AUTHOR OF
"THE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES."
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR JEREMIAH HOW,
209. PICCADILLY.
1845.
| PAGE | |
| The Old Corporation | 7 |
| Ned Wilcom; a Story of a Father's Sacrifice of HisChild at the Shrine of Mammon | 25 |
| London 'Venture; or, the old Story over again | 42 |
| The Lad who felt like a Fish out of Water | 60 |
| The Intellectual Lever that lacked a Fulcrum | 84 |
| Nicholas Nixon, "Gentleman," who could not understandwhy, but who knew "it was so" | 111 |
| Signs of the Times; or, One Parson and Two Clerks | 123 |
| Dame Deborah Thrumpkinson, and her Orphan Apprentice,Joe | 150 |
| Toby Lackpenny the Philosophical: a Devotee ofthe Marvellous | 204 |
Those words "odd," and "singular," and "eccentric,"what odd, singular, eccentric sort of wordsthey are, reader! How often they mean nothing,—beingthrown out, as descriptions of character, bydrivelling Ignorance, who scrapes them up as thedregs,—the mere siftings left at the bottom of hisvocabulary, when he has expended his scant collectionof more definite images-in-syllables. And howmuch more often are they affixed to the memories ofthe living or dead, who have been real brothers amongmen, and have thus earned these epithets from jaundicedenvy, or guilty selfishness, or heartless prideand tyranny. How little it commends to us, eitherour common nature, or such corrupt fashioning asages of wrong have given it, that, if we would becomeacquainted with a truly good man,—a beingto love and to knit the heart unto,—we must seekfor him among the class of character which theworld—woe worth it!—calls "odd," or "singular,"or "eccentric!"[8]
Yet so it is, the best of mankind, those, most veritab