Real Life In London, Volumes I. and II. Egan Pierce

bottle of soda-water, for he was lushy,{2} by G——d; then throwing himself into a box, which he alone occupied, he stretched himself at length on the seat, and seemed as if he would go to sleep.

      “That (said Sparkle) is a distinguished Member of the Tilbury Club, and is denominated a Ruffian, a kind of character that gains ground, as to numbers, over the Exquisite, but he is very different in polish.

      1 A partiality to these coloured habits is undoubtedly

      intended to impress upon the minds of plebeian beholders an

      exalted idea of their own consequence, or to prove, perhaps,

      that their conceptions are as superior to common ones as the

      sky is to the earth.

      2 The variety of denominations that have at different times

      been given to drunkenness forms an admirable specimen of

      ingenuity well worthy of remark. The derivation of Lushy, we

      believe, is from a very common expression, that a drunken

      man votes for Lushington; but perhaps it would be rather

      difficult to discover the origin of many terms made use of

      to express a jolly good fellow, and no flincher under the

      effects of good fellowship. It is said—that he is drunk,

      intoxicated, fuddled, muddled, flustered, rocky, reely,

      tipsy, merry, half-boosy, top-heavy, chuck-full, cup-sprung,

      pot-valiant, maudlin, a little how came you so, groggy,

      jolly, rather mightitity, in drink, in his cups, high, in

      uubibus, under the table, slew'd, cut, merry, queer, quisby,

      sew'd up, over-taken, elevated, cast away, concerned, half-

      coek'd, exhilarated, on a merry pin, a little in the suds,

      in a quandary, wing'd as wise as Solomon.

      It is also said, that he has business on both sides of the way, got his little hat on, bung'd his eye, been in the sun, got a spur in his head, (this is frequently used by brother Jockeys to each other) got a crumb in his beard, had a little, had enough, got more than he can carry, been among the Philistines, lost his legs, been in a storm, got his night-cap on, got his skin full, had a cup too much, had his cold tea, a red eye, got his dose, a pinch of snuff in his wig, overdone it, taken draps, taking a lunar, sugar in his eye, had his wig oil'd, that he is diddled, dish'd and done up.

      He clips the King's English, sees double, reels, heels a little, heels and sets, shews his hob-nails, looks as if he couldn't help it, takes an observation, chases geese, loves a drap, and cannot sport a right line, can't walk a chalk.

      He is as drunk as a piper, drunk as an owl, drunk as David's sow, drunk as a lord, fuddled as an ape, merry as a grig, happy as a king.

      "In the higher circles, a Ruffian is one of the many mushroom-productions which the sun of prosperity brings to life. Stout in general is his appearance, but Dame Nature has done little for him, and Fortune has spoilt even that little. To resemble his groom and his coachman is his highest ambition. He is a perfect horseman, a perfect whip, but takes care never to be a perfect gentleman. His principal accomplishments are sporting, swaggering, milling, drawing, and greeking.{1} He takes the ribands in his hands, mounts his box, with Missus by his side—“All right, ya hip, my hearties”—drives his empty mail with four prime tits—cuts out a Johnny-raw—shakes his head, and lolls out his tongue at him; and if he don't break his own neck, gets safe home after his morning's drive.

      “He is always accompanied by a brace at least of dogs in his morning visits; and it is not easy to determine on these occasions which is the most troublesome animal of the two, the biped or the quadruped.”

      This description caused a laugh among the Ladybirds, who thought it vastly amusing, while it was also listened to with great attention by Tallyho.

      The Hon. Tom Dashall in the mean time was in close conversation with his mott{2} in the corner of the Box, and was getting, as Sparkle observed, “rather nutty{3} in that quarter of the globe.”

      The laugh which concluded Sparkle's account of the Tilbury-club man roused him from his sleep, and also attracted the attention of Tom and his inamorata.

      “D——n my eyes,” said the fancy cove, as he rubbed open his peepers,{4}” am I awake or asleep?—what a h——ll of a light there is!”

      1 Greeking—An epithet generally applied to gambling and

      gamblers, among the polished hells of society, principally

      to be found in and near St. James's: but of this more

      hereafter.

      2 Mott—A blowen, or woman of the town. We know not from

      whom or whence the word originated, but we recollect some

      lines of an old song in which the term is made use of, viz.

      “When first I saw this flaming Mutt,

      ?Twas at the sign of the Pewter Pot;

      We call'd for some Purl, and we had it hot,

      With Gin and Bitters too.”

      3 Nutty—Amorous.

      4 An elegant and expressive term for the eyes.

      This was followed immediately by the rattling of an engine with two torches, accompanied by an immense concourse of people following it at full speed past the window.

      “It is well lit, by Jove,” said the sleeper awake, “where ever it is;” and with that he tipp'd the slavey{1}1 a tanner,{2} and mizzled.

      The noise and confusion outside of the House completely put a stop to all harmony and comfort within.

      “It must be near us,” said Tom.

      “It is Covent Garden Theatre, in my opinion,” said Sparkle.

      Bob said nothing, but kept looking about him in a sort

      of wild surprise.

      “However,” said Tom, “wherever it is, we must go and have a peep.”

      “You are a very gallant fellow, truly,” said one of the bewitchers—“I thought—”

      “And so did I,” said Tom—“but 'rest the babe—the time it shall come'—never mind, we won't be disappointed; but here, (said he) as I belong to the Tip and Toddle Club, I don't mean to disgrace my calling, by forgetting my duty.” And slipping a something into her hand, her note was immediately changed into,

      “Well, I always thought you was a trump, and I likes a man that behaves like a gentleman.”

      Something of the same kind was going on between the other two, which proved completely satisfactory.

      “So then, Mr. Author, it seems you have raised a fire to stew the oysters, and leave your Readers to feast upon the blaze.”

      “Hold for a moment, and be not so testy, and for your satisfaction I can solemnly promise, that if the oysters are stewed, you shall have good and sufficient notice of the moment they are to be on table—But, bless my heart, how the fire rages!—I can neither spare time nor wind to parley a moment longer—Tom and Bob have already started off with the velocity of a race-horse, and if I lose them, I should cut but a poor figure with my Readers afterward.

      “Pray, Sir, can you tell me where the fire is?” 'Really, Sir, I don't know, but I am told it is somewhere by Whitechapel.'

      1 Slaveys—Servants of either sex.

      2 Tanner—A flash term for a sixpence.

      "Could you inform me Madam, whereabouts the fire is?”

      ?Westminster Road, Sir, as I am informed.' “Westminster, and Whitechapel—some