CHAPTER XI.

Mrs. Trunnion erects a Tyranny in the Garrison, while her Husband

conceives an affection for his Nephew Perry, who manifests a peculiarity

of disposition even in his tender years.

Having exercised herself three months in such pious amusements, she

appeared again in the world; but her misfortune had made such an

impression on her mind, that she could not bear the sight of a child,

and trembled whenever conversation happened to turn upon a christening.

Her temper, which was naturally none of the sweetest, seemed to have

imbibed a double proportion of souring from her disappointment; of

consequence, her company was not much coveted, and she found very few

people disposed to treat her with those marks of consideration which she

looked upon as her due. This neglect detached her from the society of an

unmannerly world; she concentrated the energy of all her talents in

the government of her own house, which groaned accordingly under her

arbitrary sway; and in the brandy-bottle found ample consolation for all

the affliction she had undergone.

As for the commodore, he in a little time weathered his disgrace, after

having sustained many severe jokes from the lieutenant, and now his

chief aim being to be absent from his own house as much as possible, he

frequented the public-house more than ever, more assiduously cultivated

the friendship of his brother-in-law, Mr. Pickle, and in the course of

their intimacy conceived an affection for his nephew Perry, which did

not end but with his life. Indeed it must be owned that Trunnion was

not naturally deficient in the social passions of the soul, which though

they were strangely warped, disguised, and overborne by the circumstance

of his boisterous life and education, did not fail to manifest

themselves occasionally through the whole course of his behaviour.

As all the hopes of propagating his own name had perished, and his

relations lay under the interdiction of his hate, it is no wonder that

through the familiarity and friendly intercourse subsisting between him

and Mr. Gamaliel, he contracted a liking for the boy, who by this time

entered the third year of his age, and was indeed a very handsome,

healthy, and promising child; and what seemed to ingratiate him still

more with his uncle, was a certain oddity of disposition, for which he

had been remarkable even from his cradle. It is reported of him, that

before the first year of his infancy was elapsed, he used very often,

immediately after being dressed, in the midst of the caresses which

were bestowed upon him by his mother, while she indulged herself in the

contemplation of her own happiness, all of a sudden to alarm her with

a fit of shrieks and cries, which continued with great violence till

he was stripped to the skin with the utmost expedition by order of

his affrighted parent, who thought his tender body was tortured by the

misapplication of some unlucky pill; and when he had given them all this

disturbance and unnecessary trouble, he would lie sprawling and laughing

in their faces, as if he ridiculed the impertinence of their concern.

Nay, it is affirmed, that one day, when an old woman who attended in the

nursery had by stealth conveyed a bottle of cordial waters to her mouth,

he pulled his nurse by the sleeve, by a slight glance detected the

theft, and tipped her the wink with a particular slyness of countenance,

as if he had said, with a sneer, “Ay, ay, that is what you must all come

to.” But these instances of reflection in a babe nine months old are

so incredible, that I look upon them as observations, founded upon

imaginary recollection, when he was in a more advanced age, and his

peculiarities of temper became much more remarkable; of a piece with

the ingenious discoveries of those sagacious observers, who can

discern something evidently characteristic in the features of any noted

personage whose character they have previously heard explained. Yet

without pretending to specify at what period of his childhood this

singularity first appeared, I can with great truth declare, that when

he first attracted the notice and affection of his uncle, it was plainly

perceivable.

One would imagine he had marked out the commodore as a proper object of

ridicule, for almost all his little childish satire was leveled

against him. I will not deny that he might have been influenced in this

particular by the example and instruction of Mr. Hatchway, who delighted

in superintending the first essays of his genius. As the gout had taken

up its residence in Mr. Trunnion's great toe, from whence it never

removed, no not for a day, little Perry took great pleasure in treading

by accident on this infirm member; and when his uncle, incensed by the

pain, used to damn him for a hell-begotten brat, he would appease him in

a twinkling, by returning the curse with equal emphasis, and asking

what was the matter with old Hannibal Tough? an appellation by which the

lieutenant had taught him to distinguish this grim commander.

Neither was this the only experiment he tried upon the patience of the

commodore, with whose nose he used to take indecent freedoms, even.

while he was fondled on his knee. In one month he put him to the

expense of two guineas in seal-skin; by picking his pocket of divers

tobacco-pouches, all of which he in secret committed to the flames. Nor

did the caprice of his disposition abstain from the favourite beverage

of Trunnion, who more than once swallowed a whole draught in which

his brother's snuff-box had been emptied, before he perceived the

disagreeable infusion; and one day, when the commodore had chastised him

by a gentle tap with his cane, he fell flat on the floor as if he had

been deprived of all sense and motion, to the terror and amazement of

the striker; and after having filled the whole house with confusion and

dismay, opened his eyes, and laughed heartily at the success of his own

imposition.

It would be an endless and perhaps no very agreeable task, to enumerate

all the unlucky pranks he played upon his uncle and others, before he

attained the fourth year of his age; about which time he was sent, with

an attendant, to a day-school in the neighbourhood, that (to use his

good mother's own expression) he might be out of harm's way. Here,

however, he made little progress, except in mischief, which he practised

with impunity, because the school-mistress would run no risk of

disobliging a lady of fortune, by exercising unnecessary severities upon

her only child. Nevertheless, Mrs. Pickle was not so blindly partial as

to be pleased with such unseasonable indulgence. Perry was taken out of

the hands of this courteous teacher, and committed to the instruction

of a pedagogue, who was ordered to administer such correction as the boy

should in his opinion deserve. This authority he did not neglect to

use, his pupil was regularly flogged twice a day; and after having been

subjected to this course of discipline for the space of eighteen months,

declared the most obstinate, dull, and untoward genius that ever had

fallen under his cultivation; instead of being reformed, he seemed

rather hardened and confirmed in his vicious inclinations, and was dead

to all sense of fear as well as shame.

His mother was extremely mortified at these symptoms of stupidity, which

she considered as an inheritance derived from the spirit of his father,

and consequently insurmountable by all the efforts of human care.

But the commodore rejoiced over the ruggedness of his nature, and was

particularly pleased when, upon inquiry, he found that Perry had beaten

all the boys in the school; a circumstance from which he prognosticated

everything that was fair and fortunate in his future fate: observing,

that at his age he himself was just such another. The boy, who was

now turned of six, having profited so little under the birch of

his unsparing governor, Mrs. Pickle was counselled to send him to a

boarding-school not far from London, which was kept by a certain person

very eminent for his successful method of education. This advice she the

more readily embraced, because at that time she found herself pretty

far gone with another child that she hoped would console her for the

disappointment she had met with in the unpromising talents of Perry,

or at any rate divide her concern, so as to enable her to endure the

absence of either.

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