The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 116: what you’re looking at

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THE STRING OF PEARLS. a saninscathenln nt Mon trent, Si SER RY well-authenti fact that human nature is prone to be discontented. And those Fe eciaiberel acquainted with the human mind, and who know well how “ttle value people sect upon things which they possess, while those which they are ursuing, and which seem to be beyond their reach, assume the liveliest colours imaginable, adopt various means of turning this to account. — Napoleon took good care that the meanest of his soldiers should see in perspective the possibility of grasping a marshal’s baton. Confectioners at the present day, when they take a new apprentice, tell him to eat as muchas he likes of those tempting tarts and sweetmeats, one or two of which before had been a most. delicious treat. The soldier goes on fighting away, and never gets the marshal’s baton. The con-— fectioner’s boy crams himself with Banbury cakes, gets dreadfully sick, and never | touches one afterwards. And now, to revert to our friend in Mrs. Lovett’s bake- house. At first everything was delightful, and, by the aid of the machinery, ‘he found that it was no difficult matter to keep up the supply of pies by really a very | small amount of manual labour. And that labour also was such a labour of love, | for the pies were delicious; there could he no mistake about that. He tasted | them half cooked, he tasted them wholly, and he tasted them over-done; hot and cold ; pork and veal with scdsoning, and without seasoning, until at last he had had them in every possible way and shape ; and when the fourth day came after his arrival in the cellar, he might have been sitting in rather a contemplative attitude with a pie before him. It was twelve o’clock: he had heard that | sound ‘come from the shop. Yes, it was twelve o’clock, and he had caten nothing | | yet; but he kept his eye fixed upon the pie that lay untouched before him. «The pies are all very well,” he said; “infact, of course they are capital pies; | and now that I see how they are made, and know that there is nothing wrong in them, I, of course, relish them more than ever; but one can’t always live upon pies; it’s quite impossible one can subsist upon pies from one end of the year to | the other, if they were the finest pies the world ever saw, or ever will see. I don’t say anything against the pies—I know they are made of the finest flour, the best possible butter, and that the meat, which comes from God knows where, is the most delicate looking and tender I ever ate in all my life.” 8 He stretched out his hand and broke a small portion of the crust from the pie that was before him, and he tried to eat it. He certainly didsueceed; but it was a great effort; and when he had done, he sliook his head, saying— : “No, nol—-d—-n ib! I cannot eat ‘it, and that’s the fact—one cannot be con- tinually eating pies: it is out of the question, quite out the question; and all I have to remark is—d—-n the pies! I really don’t think I shall be able to let another one pass my lips.”’ He rose and pacea with rapid strides the place in which he was, and then suddenly he heard a noise; and, looking up, he saw a trap door in the roof open, and a sack of flour begin gradually to come down. * ae | *¢ Ffilloa, hilloa !” he eried, “ Mrs. Lovett——-Mrs. Lovett!” Down came the flour, and the trap door was closed. Oh, I can’t stand this sort of thing,” he exclaimed; ‘I cannot be made intoa mere machine for the manufacture of pies. £ cannot and will not endure it—it is past all bearing.” For the first time almost since his incarceration, for such it really was, he began to think that he would take an accurate survey of tle place where this tempting manufacture was carried on. The fact was, his mind had been so intensely occupied during the time he had been there in providing merely for his physical wants, that he had scarcely had time to think or reason upon the probabilities of an uncom- fortable termination of his career; but now, when he had really become quite surfeited with the pies, and tired of the darkness and gloom of the place, many unknown fears began to creep across him, and he really trembled, as he asked iimself what was to be the end of all. It was with such a feeling as this that he now sect abow: a careful and accurate survey of the place; and taking a little lamp in his hand, he resolved apon peering into every corner of it, with a hope that surely he should find some means by which he should effect an escape from what SOR SS er ne = a Sakae a + ne comicbooks.com » | | | | |