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all as lays in her power。〃 

     〃I doubt if I comprehend the arrangement。〃 

     〃I doubt if anybody do; sir。       She's a Parliamentary; sir。      And; you see; 

a Parliamentary; or a Skirmishun〃 

     〃Do you mean an Excursion?〃 

     〃That's it; sir。A Parliamentary or a Skirmishun; she mostly DOES go 



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off into a sidin'。    But; when she CAN get a chance; she's whistled out of it; 

and   she's   whistled   up   into   doin'   all   as;〃Lamps   again   wore   the   air   of   a 

highly sanguine man who hoped for the best;… …〃all as lays in her power。〃 

     He   then   explained   that   the   porters   on   duty;   being   required   to   be   in 

attendance on the Parliamentary matron in question; would doubtless turn 

up with the gas。       In the meantime; if the gentleman would not very much 

object to the smell of lamp…oil; and would accept the warmth of his little 

room   …    The   gentleman;   being   by   this   time   very   cold;   instantly   closed 

with the proposal。 

     A greasy little cabin it was; suggestive; to the sense of smell; of a cabin 

in a Whaler。      But there was a bright fire burning in its rusty grate; and on 

the floor there stood a wooden stand of newly trimmed and lighted lamps; 

ready for carriage service。         They made a bright show; and their light; and 

the warmth; accounted for the popularity of the room; as borne witness to 

by many impressions of velveteen trousers on a form by the fire; and many 

rounded      smears    and   smudges     of   stooping    velveteen    shoulders     on  the 

adjacent wall。 Various untidy shelves accommodated a quantity of lamps 

and oil… cans; and also a fragrant collection of what looked like the pocket… 

handkerchiefs of the whole lamp family。 

     As   Barbox   Brothers   (so   to   call   the   traveller   on   the   warranty   of   his 

luggage)   took   his   seat   upon   the   form;   and   warmed   his   now   ungloved 

hands at the fire; he glanced aside at a little deal desk; much blotched with 

ink; which his elbow touched。           Upon it were some scraps of coarse paper; 

and a superannuated steel pen in very reduced and gritty circumstances。 

     From   glancing   at   the   scraps   of   paper;   he   turned   involuntarily   to   his 

host; and said; with some roughness: 

     〃Why; you are never a poet; man?〃 

     Lamps   had   certainly   not   the   conventional   appearance   of   one;   as   he 

stood modestly rubbing his squab nose with a handkerchief so exceedingly 

oily; that he might have been in the act of mistaking himself for one of his 

charges。     He was a spare man of about the Barbox Brothers time of life; 

with his features whimsically drawn upward as if they were attracted by 

the roots of his hair。      He had a peculiarly shining transparent complexion; 



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probably occasioned by constant oleaginous application; and his attractive 

hair; being cut short; and being grizzled; and standing straight up on end as 

if it in its turn were attracted by some invisible magnet above it; the top of 

his head was not very unlike a lamp…wick。 

     〃But; to be sure; it's no business of mine;〃 said Barbox Brothers。 〃That 

was an impertinent observation on my part。              Be what you like。〃 

     〃Some      people;    sir;〃  remarked     Lamps     in  a  tone   of   apology;    〃are 

sometimes what they don't like。〃 

     〃Nobody knows that better than I do;〃 sighed the other。                〃I have been 

what I don't like; all my life。〃 

     〃When I first took; sir;〃 resumed Lamps; 〃to composing little Comic… 

Songslike〃 

     Barbox Brothers eyed him with great disfavour。 

     〃To composing little Comic…Songs…likeand what was more hardto 

singing 'em afterwards;〃 said Lamps; 〃it went against the grain at that time; 

it did indeed。〃 

     Something   that   was   not   all   oil   here   shining   in   Lamps's   eye;   Barbox 

Brothers withdrew his own a little disconcerted; looked at the fire; and put 

a foot on the top bar。        〃Why did you do it; then?〃 he asked after a short 

pause; abruptly enough; but in a softer tone。             〃If you didn't want to do it; 

why did you do it?        Where did you sing them? Public…house?〃 

     To which Mr。 Lamps returned the curious reply:               〃Bedside。〃 

     At   this   moment;   while   the   traveller   looked   at   him   for   elucidation; 

Mugby Junction started suddenly; trembled   violently; and opened its gas 

eyes。    〃She's   got   up!〃   Lamps   announced;   excited。        〃What   lays   in   her 

power is sometimes more; and sometimes less; but it's laid in her power to 

get up to…night; by George!〃 

     The   legend   〃Barbox   Brothers;〃   in   large   white   letters   on   two   black 

surfaces; was very  soon afterwards trundling on   a truck   through   a  silent 

street; and; when the owner of the legend had shivered on the pavement 

half an hour; what time the porter's knocks at the Inn Door knocked up the 

whole town first; and the Inn last; he groped his way into the close air of a 

shut…up   house;   and   so   groped   between   the   sheets   of   a   shut…up   bed   that 



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seemed to have been expressly refrigerated for him when last made。 



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       〃You remember me; Young Jackson?〃 

     〃What do I remember if not you?             You are my first remembrance。             It 

was you who told me that was my name。                 It was you who told me that on 

every   twentieth   of   December   my   life   had   a   penitential   anniversary   in   it 

called   a  birthday。    I   suppose  the  last   communication   was   truer   than   the 

first!〃 

     〃What am I like; Young Jackson?〃 

     〃You   are   like   a   blight   all   through   the   year   to   me。 You   hard…lined; 

thin…lipped; repressive; changeless woman with a wax mask on。                      You are 

like the Devil to me; most of all when you teach me religious things; for 

you make me abhor them。〃 

     〃You   remember        me;   Mr。   Young   Jackson?〃       In   another   voice   from 

another quarter。 

     〃Most     gratefully;    sir。  You    were    the   ray  of   hope   and    prospering 

ambition   in   my   life。    When   I   attended   your   course;   I   believed   that   I 

should come to be a great healer; and I felt almost happyeven though I 

was still the one boarder in the house with that horrible mask; and ate and 

drank in silence and constraint with the mask before me; every day。                    As I 

had   done   every;   every;  every  day;   through   my  school…time   and   from   my 

earliest recollection。〃 

     〃What am I like; Mr。 Young Jackson?〃 

     〃You are like a Superior Being to me。             You are like Nature beginning 

to reveal herself to me。        I hear you again; as one of the hushed crowd of 

young men kindling under the power of your presence and knowledge; and 

you bring into my eyes the only exultant tears that ever stood in them。〃 

     〃You   remember   Me;   Mr。 Young   Jackson?〃             In   a   grating   voice   from 

quite another quarter。 

     〃Too   well。     You   made   your   ghostly   appearance   in   my   life   one   day; 

and   announced   that   its   course   was   to   be   suddenly   and   wholly   changed。 



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You showed me   which was   my wearisome seat   in the   Galley of   Barbox 

Brothers。     (When THEY were; if they ever were; is unknown to me; there 

was nothing of them but the name when I bent to the oar。)                   You told me 

what I was to do; and what to be paid; you told me afterwards; at intervals 

of years; when I was to sign for the Firm; when I became a partner; when I 

became the Firm。        I know no more of it; or of myself。〃 

     〃What am I like; Mr。 Young Jackson?〃 

     〃You are like my father; I sometimes think。             You are hard enough and 

cold   enough   so   to   have   brought   up   an   acknowledged   son。       I   see   your 

scanty figure; your close brown suit; and your tight brown wig; but you; 

too; wear a wax mask to your death。             You never by a chance remove itit 

never by a chance falls offand I know no more of you。〃 

     Throughout this dialogue; the traveller spoke to himself at his window 

in   the   morning;   as   he   had   spoken   to   himself   at   the   Junction   overnight。 

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