I am doing Coaches for him, sir, and Charges of Cavalry;
the public like the Mail Coaches best--on a dark paper--the horses and
miles picked out white--yellow dust--cobalt distance, and the guard and
coachman of course in vermilion. That's what a gentleman can get his
bread by--portraits, pooh! it's disguised beggary, Crackthorpe, and a
half-dozen men of his regiment came, like good fellows as they are, and
sent me five pounds apiece for their heads, but I tell you I am ashamed
to take the money." Such used to be the tenor of Clive Newcome's
conversation as he strode up and down our room after dinner, pulling his
moustache, and dashing his long yellow hair off his gaunt face.
When Clive was inducted into the new lodgings at which his friends
counselled him to hang up his ensign, the dear old Colonel accompanied
his son, parting with a sincere regret from our little ones at home, to
whom he became greatly endeared during his visit to us, and who always
hailed him when he came to see us with smiles and caresses and sweet
infantile welcome.
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