CHAPTER I.--Introductory.

"Let the neighbors smell ve has something respectable for once."

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 mortal blessed with an equal

developement of the organ of self-esteem, can or could deny.

HOME, ("sweet home,")--in his Douglas--gives, perhaps, one of the most

concise and concentrated specimens extant, of this species of

composition. With what an imposing air does his youthful hero blow his

own trumpet in those well-known lines, commencing,

"My name is Norval."

Although a mere cock-boat in comparison with these first-rates, I think I

may safely follow in their wake. Should the critics, however, condescend

to carp at me for likening myself to a cock-boat, I have no objection, if

by a twist of their ingenuity, they can prove me to be a little funny!

Economy was one of the most prominent characteristics of the family from

which I sprang. Now, some authors would weary their indulgent readers

with a flatulent chapter upon the moral beauty of this virtue; but as my

first wish is to win favor by my candor, I must honestly confess, that

necessity was the parent of this lean attenuated offspring!--For, alas!

My 'angel mother,' (as Anna Maria phrases it,) was a woman of ten

thousand, for she dwelt in one of the most populous districts of London!

My sire, was of the most noble order of St. Crispin; and though he had

many faults, was continually mending--being the most eminent cobbler in

the neighbourhood.

Even in the outset of their connubial partnership, they started under the

most favorable auspices--for, whereas other couples marry for love or

money, they got married for 'nothing' taking advantage of the annual

gratuitous splicings performed at Shoreditch Church on one sunshiny

Easter Monday.

In less than three years my amiable mother presented her lord and master

with as many interesting pledges of their affection--I was the cobbler's

last--and

'Though last, not least, in their dear love.'

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