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animals in the Zoological Gardens; she would fain have persuaded her not to go, but Babie, as her sister had said, was mad after any kind of gaiety; and, full of spirits, she drove away.
“ That's a reg’lar queer un, my lady, is that ere old forriner,” said fighting Jem. “ She on't see nothing at the Zoological Gardins half so outlandish as herself.”
Ellen laughed, for she thought so too. She bade Jem drive her to St. James's Square, causing her uncle's carriage to follow, lest its preceding her should cause any alarm.
She found her absence had caused much surprise ; but the horses escaped unhurt, and the footman had arrived from the Saracen's Head but little injured.
Mr. Lindsay was the first to laugh at Ellen's ludicrous account of her morning's adventures, and those of the “flighty, flauntering lassie, Babie.” As for fighting Jem, having not only received his fare, and an extra half-crown, but a good luncheon, he decided that Ellen “wor reg'lar tip-top gentry, and he only wished he could meet wi' such a cus
tomer every morning of his life ; he shouldn't care for the homnibushes then, but as it was, he wished 'em all turned into 'earses for them as went in ’em, and them as drove 'em, and there warn't a man o' spirit on the stand as didn't wish the same.”
“ One hates an author, that's all author, fellows,
In foolscap uniforms turned up with ink.
One don't know what to say to them or think,
Of coxcombry's worst coxcombs e'en the pink
We have said that there was something peculiarly mysterious in Grunter's behaviour, that he ceased to correct Annie, and seemed like a man preoccupied by some great design.
And so he was ! .... his intimacy with Fitzcribb had awakened a literary ambition in the heart of the old usher. He longed to see himself in print. He longed to walk forth a lion among men. He was too egotistical a character to be able to conceal the dar
ling wish of his heart. Fitzeribb, clever, shrewd, poor, and the father of a large family, fanned the flame, which he hoped would be the means of making his own hearth burn the brighter. He concentrated Grunter's vague aspirings into one point, and suggested, with an art that made Grunter mistake those suggestions for conceptions of his own.
Fitzcribb had had much practice in the art of book-making, but the public was aware of him, and began to look upon him as a mere retailer; but who had ever heard of Ebenezer Grunter? there was something abstruse in the very name.
Fitzcribb then contrived to mount old Grunter on the well-known Pegasus from which he had been thrown, and himself to amble along on a common hack by his side in short, he for a time gave up all daring enterprise in the literary line, and betook himself entirely to writing in periodicals, correcting manuscripts, seeing works of other authors through the press, and in fact became a literary drudge.
Cunningly urged on by him, Grunter undertook a grand work entitled “ The History of Philosophy, and the Philosophy of History.” The little Fitzcribb was to guide, with a dexterous and experienced hand, that mighty and cumbrous engine, Grunter's mind. He was to revise, re-touch, correct, and harmonize not only Grunter's original ideas, but all those which had also “struck other great minds :" he was, he himself said, to give a tone, an ensemble, a warm varnish to the whole.
From the ashes of the deceased lion (for he was a lion once) sprang a jackall, purveying literary provender for a forthcoming successor
-the future lion, Ebenezer Grunter! and for all this trouble, and Grunter was obstinate, and alas ! somewhat dull of comprehension, diffuse and verbose, Fitzcribb was to receive one hundred and fifty pounds sterling-a large sum for Fitzcribb to receive, a large one for the ci-devant usher to pay out of the savings of his sinecure at Mr. Lindsay's ; but who would grudge a hundred and fifty pounds for a name ! how many have gladly sacrificed for that vain boon, health, fortune, life itself !