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unpopularity　and　hastened　his　downfall。



At　the　very　end　of　the　Mudfog　High…street；　and　abutting　on　the

river…side；　stands　the　Jolly　Boatmen；　an　old…fashioned　low…roofed；

bay…windowed　house；　with　a　bar；　kitchen；　and　tap…room　all　in　one；

and　a　large　fireplace　with　a　kettle　to　correspond；　round　which　the

working　men　have　congregated　time　out　of　mind　on　a　winter's　night；

refreshed　by　draughts　of　good　strong　beer；　and　cheered　by　the

sounds　of　a　fiddle　and　tambourine：　　the　Jolly　Boatmen　having　been

duly　licensed　by　the　Mayor　and　corporation；　to　scrape　the　fiddle

and　thumb　the　tambourine　from　time；　whereof　the　memory　of　the

oldest　inhabitants　goeth　not　to　the　contrary。　　Now　Nicholas

Tulrumble　had　been　reading　pamphlets　on　crime；　and　parliamentary

reports；　…　or　had　made　the　secretary　read　them　to　him；　which　is　the

same　thing　in　effect；　…　and　he　at　once　perceived　that　this　fiddle

and　tambourine　must　have　done　more　to　demoralize　Mudfog；　than　any

other　operating　causes　that　ingenuity　could　imagine。　　So　he　read　up

for　the　subject；　and　determined　to　come　out　on　the　corporation　with

a　burst；　the　very　next　time　the　licence　was　applied　for。



The　licensing　day　came；　and　the　red…faced　landlord　of　the　Jolly

Boatmen　walked　into　the　town…hall；　looking　as　jolly　as　need　be；

having　actually　put　on　an　extra　fiddle　for　that　night；　to

commemorate　the　anniversary　of　the　Jolly　Boatmen's　music　licence。

It　was　applied　for　in　due　form；　and　was　just　about　to　be　granted　as

a　matter　of　course；　when　up　rose　Nicholas　Tulrumble；　and　drowned

the　astonished　corporation　in　a　torrent　of　eloquence。　　He　descanted

in　glowing　terms　upon　the　increasing　depravity　of　his　native　town

of　Mudfog；　and　the　excesses　committed　by　its　population。　　Then；　he

related　how　shocked　he　had　been；　to　see　barrels　of　beer　sliding

down　into　the　cellar　of　the　Jolly　Boatmen　week　after　week；　and　how

he　had　sat　at　a　window　opposite　the　Jolly　Boatmen　for　two　days

together；　to　count　the　people　who　went　in　for　beer　between　the

hours　of　twelve　and　one　o'clock　alone　…　which；　by…the…bye；　was　the

time　at　which　the　great　majority　of　the　Mudfog　people　dined。　　Then；

he　went　on　to　state；　how　the　number　of　people　who　came　out　with

beer…jugs；　averaged　twenty…one　in　five　minutes；　which；　being

multiplied　by　twelve；　gave　two　hundred　and　fifty…two　people　with

beer…jugs　in　an　hour；　and　multiplied　again　by　fifteen　（the　number

of　hours　during　which　the　house　was　open　daily）　yielded　three

thousand　seven　hundred　and　eighty　people　with　beer…jugs　per　day；　or

twenty…six　thousand　four　hundred　and　sixty　people　with　beer…jugs；

per　week。　　Then　he　proceeded　to　show　that　a　tambourine　and　moral

degradation　were　synonymous　terms；　and　a　fiddle　and　vicious

propensities　wholly　inseparable。　　All　these　arguments　he

strengthened　and　demonstrated　by　frequent　references　to　a　large

book　with　a　blue　cover；　and　sundry　quotations　from　the　Middlesex

magistrates；　and　in　the　end；　the　corporation；　who　were　posed　with

the　figures；　and　sleepy　with　the　speech；　and　sadly　in　want　of

dinner　into　the　bargain；　yielded　the　palm　to　Nicholas　Tulrumble；

and　refused　the　music　licence　to　the　Jolly　Boatmen。



But　although　Nicholas　triumphed；　his　triumph　was　short。　　He　carried

on　the　war　against　beer…jugs　and　fiddles；　forgetting　the　time　when

he　was　glad　to　drink　out　of　the　one；　and　to　dance　to　the　other；

till　the　people　hated；　and　his　old　friends　shunned　him。　　He　grew

tired　of　the　lonely　magnificence　of　Mudfog　Hall；　and　his　heart

yearned　towards　the　Lighterman's　Arms。　　He　wished　he　had　never　set

up　as　a　public　man；　and　sighed　for　the　good　old　times　of　the　coal…

shop；　and　the　chimney　corner。



At　length　old　Nicholas；　being　thoroughly　miserable；　took　heart　of

grace；　paid　the　secretary　a　quarter's　wages　in　advance；　and　packed

him　off　to　London　by　the　next　coach。　　Having　taken　this　step；　he

put　his　hat　on　his　head；　and　his　pride　in　his　pocket；　and　walked

down　to　the　old　room　at　the　Lighterman's　Arms。　　There　were　only　two

of　the　old　fellows　there；　and　they　looked　coldly　on　Nicholas　as　he

proffered　his　hand。



'Are　you　going　to　put　down　pipes；　Mr。　Tulrumble？'　said　one。



'Or　trace　the　progress　of　crime　to　'bacca？'　growled　another。



'Neither；'　replied　Nicholas　Tulrumble；　shaking　hands　with　them

both；　whether　they　would　or　not。　　'I've　come　down　to　say　that　I'm

very　sorry　for　having　made　a　fool　of　myself；　and　that　I　hope　you'll

give　me　up　the　old　chair；　again。'



The　old　fellows　opened　their　eyes；　and　three　or　four　more　old

fellows　opened　the　door；　to　whom　Nicholas；　with　tears　in　his　eyes；

thrust　out　his　hand　too；　and　told　the　same　story。　　They　raised　a

shout　of　joy；　that　made　the　bells　in　the　ancient　church…tower

vibrate　again；　and　wheeling　the　old　chair　into　the　warm　corner；

thrust　old　Nicholas　down　into　it；　and　ordered　in　the　very　largest…

sized　bowl　of　hot　punch；　with　an　unlimited　number　of　pipes；

directly。



The　next　day；　the　Jolly　Boatmen　got　the　licence；　and　the　next

night；　old　Nicholas　and　Ned　Twigger's　wife　led　off　a　dance　to　the

music　of　the　fiddle　and　tambourine；　the　tone　of　which　seemed

mightily　improved　by　a　little　rest；　for　they　never　had　played　so

merrily　before。　　Ned　Twigger　was　in　the　very　height　of　his　glory；

and　he　danced　hornpipes；　and　balanced　chairs　on　his　chin；　and

straws　on　his　nose；　till　the　whole　company；　including　the

corporation；　were　in　raptures　of　admiration　at　the　brilliancy　of

his　acquirements。



Mr。　Tulrumble；　junior；　couldn't　make　up　his　mind　to　be　anything　but

magnificent；　so　he　went　up　to　London　and　drew　bills　on　his　father；

and　when　he　had　overdrawn；　and　got　into　debt；　he　grew　penitent；　and

came　home　again。



As　to　old　Nicholas；　he　kept　his　word；　and　having　had　six　weeks　of

public　life；　never　tried　it　any　more。　　He　went　to　sleep　in　the

town…hall　at　the　very　next　meeting；　and；　in　full　proof　of　his

sincerity；　has　requested　us　to　write　this　faithful　narrative。　　We

wish　it　could　have　the　effect　of　reminding　the　Tulrumbles　of

another　sphere；　that　puffed…up　conceit　is　not　dignity；　and　that

snarling　at　the　little　pleasures　they　were　once　glad　to　enjoy；

because　they　would　rather　forget　the　times　when　they　were　of　lower

station；　renders　them　objects　of　contempt　and　ridicule。



This　is　the　first　time　we　have　published　any　of　our　gleanings　from

this　particular　source。　　Perhaps；　at　some　future　period；　we　may

venture　to　open　the　chronicles　of　Mudfog。







FULL　REPORT　OF　THE　FIRST　MEETING　OF　THE　MUDFOG　ASSOCIATION

FOR　THE　ADVANCEMENT　OF　EVERYTHING







We　have　made　the　most　unparalleled　and　extraordinary　exertions　to

place　before　our　readers　a　complete　and　accurate　account　of　the

proceedings　at　the　late　grand　meeting　of　the　Mudfog　Association；

holden　in　the　town　of　Mudfog；　it　affords　us　great　happiness　to　lay

the　result　before　them；　in　the　shape　of　various　communications

received　from　our　able；　talented；　and　graphic　correspondent；

expressly　sent　down　for　the　purpose；　who　has　immortalized　us；

himself；　Mudfog；　and　the　association；　all　at　one　and　the　same　time。

We　have　been；　indeed；　for　some　days　unable　to　determine　who　will

transmit　the　greatest　name　to　posterity；　ourselves；　who　sent　our

correspondent　down；　our　correspondent；　who　wrote　an　account　of　the

matter；　or　the　association；　who　gave　our　correspondent　something　to

write　about。　　We　rather　incline　to　the　opinion　that　we　are　the

greatest　man　of　the　party；　inasmuch　as　the　notion　of　an　exclusive

and　authentic　report　originated　with　us；　this　may　be　prejudice：　　it

may　arise　from　a　prepossession　on　our　part　in　our　own　favour。　　Be

it　so。　　We　have　no　doubt　that　every　gentleman　concerned　in　this

mighty　assemblage　is　troubled　with　the　same　complaint　in　a　greater

or　less　degree；　and　it　is　a　consolation　to　us　to　know　that　we　have

at　least　this　feeling　in　common　with　the　great　scientific　stars；

the　brilliant　and　extraordinary　luminaries；　whose　speculations　we

record。



We　give　our　correspondent's　letters　in　the　order　in　which　they

reached　us。　　Any　attempt　at　amalgamating　them　into　one　beautiful

whole；　would　only　destroy　that　glowing　tone；　that　dash　of　wildness；

and　rich　vein　of　picturesque　interest；　which　pervade　them

throughout。



'MUDFOG；　MONDAY　NIGHT；　SEVEN　O'CLOCK。



'We　are　in　a　state　of　great　excitement　here。　　Nothing　is　spoken　of；

but　the　approaching　meeting　of　the　association。　　The　inn…doors　are

thronged　with　waiters　anxiously　looking　for　the　expected　arrivals；

and　the　numerous　bills　which　are　wafered　up　in　the　windows　of

private　houses；　intimating　that　there　are　beds　to　let　within；　give

the　streets　a　very　animated　and　cheerful　appearance；　the　wafers

being　of　a　great　variety　of　colours；　and　the　monotony　of　printed

inscriptions　being　relieved　by　every　possible　size　and　style　of

hand…writing。　　It　is　confidently　rumoured　that　Professors　Snore；

Doze；　and　Wheezy　have　engaged　three　beds　and　a　sitting…room　at　the

Pig　and　Tinder…box。　　I　give　you　the