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Chapter 4


Mr. Samuel Wilkins was a carpenter, a journeyman carpenter of small
dimensions, decidedly below the middle size--bordering, perhaps,
upon the dwarfish. His face was round and shining, and his hair
carefully twisted into the outer corner of each eye, till it formed
a variety of that description of semi-curls, usually known as
'aggerawators.' His earnings were all-sufficient for his wants,
varying from eighteen shillings to one pound five, weekly--his
manner undeniable--his sabbath waistcoats dazzling. No wonder
that, with these qualifications, Samuel Wilkins found favour in the
eyes of the other sex: many women have been captivated by far less
substantial qualifications. But, Samuel was proof against their
blandishments, until at length his eyes rested on those of a Being
for whom, from that time forth, he felt fate had destined him. He
came, and conquered--proposed, and was accepted--loved, and was
beloved. Mr. Wilkins 'kept company' with Jemima Evans.

Miss Evans (or Ivins, to adopt the pronunciation most in vogue with
her circle of acquaintance) had adopted in early life the useful
pursuit of shoe-binding, to which she had afterwards superadded the
occupation of a straw-bonnet maker. Herself, her maternal parent,
and two sisters, formed an harmonious quartett in the most secluded
portion of Camden-town; and here it was that Mr. Wilkins presented
himself, one Monday afternoon, in his best attire, with his face
more shining and his waistcoat more bright than either had ever
appeared before. The family were just going to tea, and were SO
glad to see him. It was quite a little feast; two ounces of seven-
and-sixpenny green, and a quarter of a pound of the best fresh; and
Mr. Wilkins had brought a pint of shrimps, neatly folded up in a
clean belcher, to give a zest to the meal, and propitiate Mrs.
Ivins. Jemima was 'cleaning herself' up-stairs; so Mr. Samuel
Wilkins sat down and talked domestic economy with Mrs. Ivins,
whilst the two youngest Miss Ivinses poked bits of lighted brown
paper between the bars under the kettle, to make the water boil for

'I wos a thinking,' said Mr. Samuel Wilkins, during a pause in the
conversation--'I wos a thinking of taking J'mima to the Eagle to-
night.'--'O my!' exclaimed Mrs. Ivins. 'Lor! how nice!' said the
youngest Miss Ivins. 'Well, I declare!' added the youngest Miss
Ivins but one. 'Tell J'mima to put on her white muslin, Tilly,'
screamed Mrs. Ivins, with motherly anxiety; and down came J'mima
herself soon afterwards in a white muslin gown carefully hooked and
eyed, a little red shawl, plentifully pinned, a white straw bonnet
trimmed with red ribbons, a small necklace, a large pair of
bracelets, Denmark satin shoes, and open-worked stockings; white
cotton gloves on her fingers, and a cambric pocket-handkerchief,
carefully folded up, in her hand--all quite genteel and ladylike.
And away went Miss J'mima Ivins and Mr. Samuel Wilkins, and a
dress-cane, with a gilt knob at the top, to the admiration and envy
of the street in general, and to the high gratification of Mrs.
Ivins, and the two youngest Miss Ivinses in particular. They had
no sooner turned into the Pancras-road, than who should Miss J'mima
Ivins stumble upon, by the most fortunate accident in the world,
but a young lady as she knew, with HER young man!--And it is so
strange how things do turn out sometimes--they were actually going
to the Eagle too. So Mr. Samuel Wilkins was introduced to Miss
J'mima Ivins's friend's young man, and they all walked on together,
talking, and laughing, and joking away like anything; and when they
got as far as Pentonville, Miss Ivins's friend's young man WOULD
have the ladies go into the Crown, to taste some shrub, which,
after a great blushing and giggling, and hiding of faces in
elaborate pocket-handkerchiefs, they consented to do. Having
tasted it once, they were easily prevailed upon to taste it again;
and they sat out in the garden tasting shrub, and looking at the
Busses alternately, till it was just the proper time to go to the
Eagle; and then they resumed their journey, and walked very fast,
for fear they should lose the beginning of the concert in the

'How ev'nly!' said Miss J'mima Ivins, and Miss J'mima Ivins's
friend, both at once, when they had passed the gate and were fairly
inside the gardens. There were the walks, beautifully gravelled
and planted--and the refreshment-boxes, painted and ornamented like
so many snuff-boxes--and the variegated lamps shedding their rich
light upon the company's heads--and the place for dancing ready
chalked for the company's feet--and a Moorish band playing at one
end of the gardens--and an opposition military band playing away at
the other. Then, the waiters were rushing to and fro with glasses
of negus, and glasses of brandy-and-water, and bottles of ale, and
bottles of stout; and ginger-beer was going off in one place, and
practical jokes were going on in another; and people were crowding
to the door of the Rotunda; and in short the whole scene was, as
Miss J'mima Ivins, inspired by the novelty, or the shrub, or both,
observed--'one of dazzling excitement.' As to the concert-room,
never was anything half so splendid. There was an orchestra for
the singers, all paint, gilding, and plate-glass; and such an
organ! Miss J'mima Ivins's friend's young man whispered it had
cost 'four hundred pound,' which Mr. Samuel Wilkins said was 'not
dear neither;' an opinion in which the ladies perfectly coincided.
The audience were seated on elevated benches round the room, and
crowded into every part of it; and everybody was eating and
drinking as comfortably as possible. Just before the concert
commenced, Mr. Samuel Wilkins ordered two glasses of rum-and-water
'warm with--' and two slices of lemon, for himself and the other
young man, together with 'a pint o' sherry wine for the ladies, and
some sweet carraway-seed biscuits;' and they would have been quite
comfortable and happy, only a strange gentleman with large whiskers
WOULD stare at Miss J'mima Ivins, and another gentleman in a plaid
waistcoat WOULD wink at Miss J'mima Ivins's friend; on which Miss
Jemima Ivins's friend's young man exhibited symptoms of boiling
over, and began to mutter about 'people's imperence,' and 'swells
out o' luck;' and to intimate, in oblique terms, a vague intention
of knocking somebody's head off; which he was only prevented from
announcing more emphatically, by both Miss J'mima Ivins and her
friend threatening to faint away on the spot if he said another

The concert commenced--overture on the organ. 'How solemn!'
exclaimed Miss J'mima Ivins, glancing, perhaps unconsciously, at
the gentleman with the whiskers. Mr. Samuel Wilkins, who had been
muttering apart for some time past, as if he were holding a
confidential conversation with the gilt knob of the dress-cane,
breathed hard-breathing vengeance, perhaps,--but said nothing.
'The soldier tired,' Miss Somebody in white satin. 'Ancore!' cried
Miss J'mima Ivins's friend. 'Ancore!' shouted the gentleman in the
plaid waistcoat immediately, hammering the table with a stout-
bottle. Miss J'mima Ivins's friend's young man eyed the man behind
the waistcoat from head to foot, and cast a look of interrogative
contempt towards Mr. Samuel Wilkins. Comic song, accompanied on
the organ. Miss J'mima Ivins was convulsed with laughter--so was
the man with the whiskers. Everything the ladies did, the plaid
waistcoat and whiskers did, by way of expressing unity of sentiment
and congeniality of soul; and Miss J'mima Ivins, and Miss J'mima
Ivins's friend, grew lively and talkative, as Mr. Samuel Wilkins,
and Miss J'mima Ivins's friend's young man, grew morose and surly
in inverse proportion.

Now, if the matter had ended here, the little party might soon have
recovered their former equanimity; but Mr. Samuel Wilkins and his
friend began to throw looks of defiance upon the waistcoat and
whiskers. And the waistcoat and whiskers, by way of intimating the
slight degree in which they were affected by the looks aforesaid,
bestowed glances of increased admiration upon Miss J'mima Ivins and
friend. The concert and vaudeville concluded, they promenaded the
gardens. The waistcoat and whiskers did the same; and made divers
remarks complimentary to the ankles of Miss J'mima Ivins and
friend, in an audible tone. At length, not satisfied with these
numerous atrocities, they actually came up and asked Miss J'mima
Ivins, and Miss J'mima Ivins's friend, to dance, without taking no
more notice of Mr. Samuel Wilkins, and Miss J'mima Ivins's friend's
young man, than if they was nobody!

'What do you mean by that, scoundrel!' exclaimed Mr. Samuel
Wilkins, grasping the gilt-knobbed dress-cane firmly in his right
hand. 'What's the matter with YOU, you little humbug?' replied the
whiskers. 'How dare you insult me and my friend?' inquired the
friend's young man. 'You and your friend be hanged!' responded the
waistcoat. 'Take that,' exclaimed Mr. Samuel Wilkins. The ferrule
of the gilt-knobbed dress-cane was visible for an instant, and then
the light of the variegated lamps shone brightly upon it as it
whirled into the air, cane and all. 'Give it him,' said the
waistcoat. 'Horficer!' screamed the ladies. Miss J'mima Ivins's
beau, and the friend's young man, lay gasping on the gravel, and
the waistcoat and whiskers were seen no more.

Miss J'mima Ivins and friend being conscious that the affray was in
no slight degree attributable to themselves, of course went into
hysterics forthwith; declared themselves the most injured of women;
exclaimed, in incoherent ravings, that they had been suspected--
wrongfully suspected--oh! that they should ever have lived to see
the day--and so forth; suffered a relapse every time they opened
their eyes and saw their unfortunate little admirers; and were
carried to their respective abodes in a hackney-coach, and a state
of insensibility, compounded of shrub, sherry, and excitement.

Charles Dickens