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Title: The Virginians
Author: William Makepeace Thackeray
Release Date: July 24, 2009 [EBook #8123]
Last Updated: March 5, 2018
Language: English
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THE VIRGINIANS
A TALE OF THE LAST CENTURY
By William Makepeace Thackeray
TO SIR HENRY MADISON, Chief Justice of Madras,
this book is inscribed by an affectionate old friend.
London, September 7, 1859.
CONTENTS
THE VIRGINIANS
CHAPTER I. In which one of the Virginians visits home
CHAPTER II. In which Harry has to pay for his Supper
CHAPTER III. The Esmonds in Virginia
CHAPTER IV. In which Harry finds a New Relative
CHAPTER V. Family Jars
CHAPTER VI. The Virginians begin to see the World
CHAPTER VII. Preparations for War
CHAPTER VIII. In which George suffers from a Common Disease
CHAPTER IX. Hospitalities
CHAPTER X. A Hot Afternoon
CHAPTER XI. Wherein the two Georges prepare for Blood
CHAPTER XII. News from the Camp
CHAPTER XIII. Profitless Quest
CHAPTER XIV. Harry in England
CHAPTER XV. A Sunday at Castlewood
CHAPTER XVI. In which Gumbo shows Skill with the Old English Weapon
CHAPTER XVII. On the Scent
CHAPTER XVIII. An Old Story
CHAPTER XIX. Containing both Love and Luck
CHAPTER XX. Facilis Descensus
CHAPTER XXI. Samaritans
CHAPTER XXII. In Hospital
CHAPTER XXIII. Holidays
CHAPTER XXIV. From Oakhurst to Tunbridge
CHAPTER XXV. New Acquaintances
CHAPTER XXVI. In which we are at a very Great Distance from Oakhurst
CHAPTER XXVII. Plenus Opus Aleae
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Way of the World
CHAPTER XXIX. In which Harry continues to enjoy Otium sine Dignitate
CHAPTER XXX. Contains a Letter to Virginia
CHAPTER XXXI. The Bear and the Leader
CHAPTER XXXII. In which a Family Coach is ordered
CHAPTER XXXIII. Contains a Soliloquy by Hester
CHAPTER XXXIV. In which Mr. Warrington treats the Company with Tea and a Ball
CHAPTER XXXV. Entanglements
CHAPTER XXXVI. Which seems to mean Mischief
CHAPTER XXXVII. In which various Matches are fought
CHAPTER XXXVIII. Sampson and the Philistines
CHAPTER XXXIX. Harry to the Rescue
CHAPTER XL. In which Harry pays off an Old Debt, and incurs some New Ones
CHAPTER XLI. Rake's Progress
CHAPTER XLII. Fortunatus Nimium
CHAPTER XLIII. In which Harry flies High
CHAPTER XLIV. Contains what might, perhaps, have been expected
CHAPTER XLV. In which Harry finds two Uncles
CHAPTER XLVI. Chains and Slavery
CHAPTER XLVII. Visitors in Trouble
CHAPTER XLVIII. An Apparition
CHAPTER XLIX. Friends in Need
CHAPTER L. Contains a Great deal of the Finest Morality
CHAPTER LI. Conticuere Omnes
CHAPTER LII. Intentique Ora tenebant
CHAPTER LIII. Where we remain at the Court End of the Town
CHAPTER LIV. During which Harry sits smoking his Pipe at Home
CHAPTER LV. Between Brothers
CHAPTER LVI. Ariadne
CHAPTER LVII. In which Mr. Harry's Nose continues to be put out of joint
CHAPTER LVIII. Where we do what Cats may do
CHAPTER LIX. In which we are treated to a Play
CHAPTER LX. Which treats of Macbeth, a Supper, and a Pretty Kettle of
CHAPTER LXI. In which the Prince marches up the Hill and down again
CHAPTER LXII. Arma Virumque
CHAPTER LXIII. Melpomene
CHAPTER LXIV. In which Harry lives to fight another Day
CHAPTER LXV. Soldier's Return
CHAPTER LXVI. In which we go a-courting
CHAPTER LXVII. In which a Tragedy is acted, and two more are begun
CHAPTER LXVIII. In which Harry goes westward
CHAPTER LXIX. A Little Innocent
CHAPTER LXX. In which Cupid plays a Considerable Part
CHAPTER LXXI. White Favours
CHAPTER LXXII. (From the Warrington MS.) In which My Lady is on the Top
CHAPTER LXXIII. We keep Christmas at Castlewood. 1759
CHAPTER LXXIV. News from Canada
CHAPTER LXXV. The Course of True Love
CHAPTER LXXVI. Informs us how Mr. Warrington jumped into a Landau
CHAPTER LXXVII. And how everybody got out again
CHAPTER LXXVIII. Pyramus and Thisbe
CHAPTER LXXIX. Containing both Comedy and Tragedy
CHAPTER LXXX. Pocahontas
CHAPTER LXXXI. Res Angusta Domi
CHAPTER LXXXII. Miles's Moidore
CHAPTER LXXXIII. Troubles and Consolations
CHAPTER LXXXIV. In which Harry submits to the Common Lot
CHAPTER LXXXV. Inveni Portum
CHAPTER LXXXVI. At Home
CHAPTER LXXXVII. The Last of God Save the King
CHAPTER LXXXVIII. Yankee Doodle comes to Town
CHAPTER LXXXIX. A Colonel without a Regiment
CHAPTER XC. In which we both fight and run away
CHAPTER XCI. Satis Pugnae
CHAPTER XCII. Under Vine and Fig-Tree
THE VIRGINIANS
CHAPTER I. In which one of the Virginians visits home
On the library wall of one of the most famous writers of America, there hang two crossed swords, which his relatives wore in the great War of Independence. The one sword was gallantly drawn in the service of the king, the other was the weapon of a brave and honoured republican soldier. The possessor of the harmless trophy has earned for himself a name alike honoured in his ancestors' country and his own, where genius such as his has always a peaceful welcome.
The ensuing history reminds me of yonder swords in the historian's study at Boston. In the Revolutionary War, the subjects of this story, natives of America, and children of the Old Dominion, found themselves engaged on different sides in the quarrel, coming together peaceably at its conclusion, as brethren should, their love ever having materially diminished, however angrily the contest divided them. The colonel in scarlet, and the general in blue and buff, hang side by side in the wainscoted parlour of the Warringtons, in England, where a descendant of one of the brothers has shown their portraits to me, with many of the letters which they wrote, and the books and papers which belonged to them. In the Warrington family, and to distinguish them from other personages of that respectable race, these effigies have always gone by the name of “The Virginians”; by which name their memoirs are christened.
They both of them passed much time in Europe. They lived just on the verge of that Old World from which we are drifting away so swiftly. They were familiar with many varieties of men and fortune. Their lot brought them into contact with personages of whom we read only in books, who seem alive, as I read in the Virginians' letters regarding them, whose voices I almost fancy I hear, as I read the yellow pages written scores of years since, blotted with the boyish tears of disappointed passion, dutifully despatched after famous balls and ceremonies of the grand Old World, scribbled by camp-fires, or out of prison; nay, there is one that has a bullet through it, and of which a greater portion of the text is blotted out with the blood of the bearer.
These letters had probably never been preserved, but for the affectionate thrift of one person, to whom they never failed in their dutiful correspondence. Their mother kept all her sons' letters, from the very first, in which Henry, the younger of the twins, sends his love to his brother, then ill of a sprain at his grandfather's house of Castlewood, in Virginia, and thanks his grandpapa for a horse which he rides with his tutor, down to the last, “from my beloved son,” which reached her but a few hours before her death. The venerable lady never visited Europe, save once with her parents in the reign of George the Second; took refuge in Richmond when the house of Castlewood was burned down during the war; and was called Madam Esmond ever after that event; never caring much for the name or family of Warrington, which she held in very slight estimation as compared to her own.
The letters of the Virginians, as the reader will presently see, from specimens to be shown to him, are by no means full. They are hints rather than descriptions—indications and outlines chiefly: it may be, that the present writer has mistaken the forms, and filled in the colour wrongly: but, poring over the documents, I have tried to imagine the situation of the writer, where he was, and by what persons surrounded. I have drawn the figures as I fancied they were; set down conversations as I think I might have heard them; and so, to the best of my ability, endeavoured to revivify the bygone times and people. With what success the task has been accomplished, with what profit or amusement to himself, the kind reader will please to determine.
One summer morning in the year 1756, and in the reign of his Majesty King George the Second, the Young Rachel, Virginian ship, Edward Franks master, came up the Avon river on her happy return from her annual voyage to the Potomac. She proceeded to Bristol with the tide, and moored in the stream as near as possible to Trail's wharf, to which she was consigned. Mr. Trail, her part owner, who could survey his ship from his counting-house windows, straightway took boat and came up her side. The owner of the Young Rachel, a large grave man in his own hair, and of a demure aspect, gave the hand of welcome to Captain Franks, who stood on his deck, and congratulated the captain upon the speedy and fortunate voyage which he had made. And, remarking that we ought to be thankful to Heaven for its mercies, he proceeded presently to business by asking particulars relative to cargo and passengers.
Franks was a pleasant man, who loved a joke. “We have,” says he, “but yonder ugly negro boy, who is fetching the trunks, and a passenger who has the state cabin to himself.”
Mr. Trail looked as if he would have preferred more mercies from Heaven. “Confound you, Franks, and your luck! The Duke William, which came in last week, brought fourteen, and she is not half of our tonnage.”
“And this passenger, who has the whole cabin, don't pay nothin',” continued the Captain. “Swear now, it will do you good, Mr. Trail, indeed it will.
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