CHAPTER XXXII--THE TOWN DRUMMER

Nor did I get every thing my own way, for I was often thwarted in matters

of small account, and suffered from them greater disturbance and

molestation than things of such little moment ought to have been allowed

to produce within me; and I do not think that any thing happened in the

whole course of my public life, which gave me more vexation than what I

felt in the last week of my second provostry.

For many a year, one Robin Boss had been town drummer; he was a relic of

some American-war fencibles, and was, to say the God's truth of him, a

divor body, with no manner of conduct, saving a very earnest endeavour to

fill himself fou as often as he could get the means; the consequence of

which was, that his face was as plooky as a curran' bun, and his nose as

red as a partan's tae.

One afternoon there was a need to send out a proclamation to abolish a

practice that was growing into a custom, in some of the bye parts of the

town, of keeping swine at large--ordering them to be confined in proper

styes, and other suitable places. As on all occasions when the matter to

be proclaimed was from the magistrates, Thomas, on this, was attended by

the town-officers in their Sunday garbs, and with their halberts in their

hands; but the abominable and irreverent creature was so drunk, that he

wamblet to and fro over the drum, as if there had not been a bane in his

body. He was seemingly as soople and as senseless as a bolster.--Still,

as this was no new thing with him, it might have passed; for James Hound,

the senior officer, was in the practice, when Robin was in that state, of

reading the proclamations himself.--On this occasion, however, James

happened to be absent on some hue and cry quest, and another of the

officers (I forget which) was appointed to perform for him. Robin,

accustomed to James, no sooner heard the other man begin to read, than he

began to curse and swear at him as an incapable nincompoop--an

impertinent term that he was much addicted to. The grammar school was at

the time skailing, and the boys seeing the stramash, gathered round the

officer, and yelling and shouting, encouraged Robin more and more into

rebellion, till at last they worked up his corruption to such a pitch,

that he took the drum from about his neck, and made it fly like a

bombshell at the officer's head.

The officers behaved very well, for they dragged Robin by the lug and the

horn to the tolbooth, and then came with their complaint to me. Seeing

how the authorities had been set at nought, and the necessity there was

of making an example, I forthwith ordered Robin to be cashiered from the

service of the town; and as so important a concern as a proclamation

ought not to be delayed, I likewise, upon the spot, ordered the officers

to take a lad that had been also a drummer in a marching regiment, and go

with him to make the proclamation.

Nothing could be done in a more earnest and zealous public spirit than

this was done by me. But habit had begot in the town a partiality for

the drunken ne'er-do-well, Robin; and this just act of mine was

immediately condemned as a daring stretch of arbitrary power; and the

consequence was, that when the council met next day, some sharp words

flew from among us, as to my usurping an undue authority; and the thank I

got for my pains was the mortification to see the worthless body restored

to full power and dignity, with no other reward than an admonition to

behave better for the future. Now, I leave it to the unbiassed judgment

of posterity to determine if any public man could be more ungraciously

treated by his colleagues than I was on this occasion. But, verily, the

council had their reward.

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