Japhet, In Search Of A Father by Frederick Marryat

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Chapter LXXXI

Poor Cophagus finds an end to his adventures by the means of a
mad bull; I, of mine, by matrimony--Father is prettily behaved,
and my Quaker wife the most fashionably dressed lady in
town--verily! hum!

Alas! little did Mr Cophagus know how fatal to him would be the light
cotton nets when he put them on that day. He had proceeded, as it
appears, about two-thirds of his way home (he lived in Welbeck Street),
when he perceived a rush from up a street leading into Oxford Street. He
looked to ascertain the cause, when to his horror he perceived--what to
him was the greatest of all horrors--a mad bull. If anything could make
Mr Cophagus run, it was a sight like that, and he did run; but he could
not run fast in his cotton nets and tight Hessians, which crippled him
altogether. As if out of pure spite, the bull singled him out from at
least one hundred, who exerted their agility and again was poor Mr
Cophagus tossed far behind the animal, fortunately breaking his fall by
tumbling on a large dog who was in full chase. The dog, who was unable to
crawl from beneath the unfortunate Cophagus, was still in a condition to
bite, which he did most furiously; and the butcher, who had an affection
for his dog, when he perceived its condition, also vented his fury upon
poor Cophagus, by saluting him with several blows on his head with his
cudgel. What between the bull, the dog, and the butcher, poor Mr Cophagus
was taken into a shop in a very deplorable condition. After some time he
recovered, and was able to name his residence, when he was taken home.

It was late in the evening when I received a note from Susannah,
informing me of that unfortunate accident. My father had just finished
a long story about filial duty, country girls, good wives, &c, and had
wound up by saying, that he and Mr Masterton both considered that Miss
Temple would be a very eligible match, and that as I had requested him
to select, he had selected her accordingly. I had just proved how truly
dutiful I was, by promising to do all I could to love her, and to fulfil
his wishes, when the note was put in my hands. I read it, stated its
contents to my father, and, with his permission, immediately jumped
into a hackney-coach, and drove to Welbeck Street.

On my arrival I found poor Mrs Cophagus in a state of syncope, and
Susannah attending her. I sent for the surgeon who had been called in,
and then went up to Mr Cophagus. He was much better than I expected--calm,
and quite sensible. His wounds had been dressed by the surgeon, but he
did not appear to be aware of the extent of the injury he had received.
When the surgeon came I questioned him. He informed me that although
much hurt, he did not consider that there was any danger to be
apprehended; there were no bones broken; the only fear that he had was,
that there might be some internal injury; but at present that could not
be ascertained. I thanked him, and consoled Mrs Cophagus with this
information. I then returned to her husband, who shook his head, and
muttered, as I put my ear down to hear him, "Thought so--come to
London--full of mad bulls--tossed--die--and so on."

"O no!" replied I, "the surgeon says that there is no danger. You will
be up in a week--but now you must keep very quiet. I will send Mrs
Cophagus to you."

I went out, and finding her composed, I desired her to go to her
husband, who wished to see her, and I was left alone with Susannah.
I told her all that had passed, and after two delightful hours had
escaped, I returned home to the hotel. My father had waited up for
some time, and finding that I did not return, had retired. When I met
him the next morning I mentioned what the surgeon had said, but stated
that, in my opinion, there was great cause for alarm in a man of Mr
Cophagus's advanced age. My father agreed with me, but could not help
pointing out what a good opportunity this would afford for my paying my
attentions to Miss Temple, as it was natural that I should be interested
about so old a friend as Mr Cophagus. My filial duty inclined me to
reply, that I should certainly avail myself of such a favourable
opportunity.

My adventures are now drawing to a close. I must pass over three months,
during which my father had taken and furnished a house in Grosvenor
Square; and I, whenever I could spare time, had, under the auspices of
Lord Windermear, again been introduced into the world as Mr De Benyon. I
found that the new name was considered highly respectable, my father's
hall tables were loaded with cards, and I even received two dinner
invitations from Lady Maelstrom, who told me how her dear nieces had
wondered what had become of me, and that they were afraid that Louisa
would have fallen into a decline. And during these three months Cecilia
and Susannah had been introduced, and had become as inseparable as most
young ladies are, who have a lover a-piece, and no cause for jealousy. Mr
Cophagus had so far recovered as to be able to go down into the country,
vowing, much to the chagrin of his wife, that he never would put his foot
in London again. He asked me whether I knew any place where there were no
mad bulls, and I took some trouble to find out, but I could not; for even
if he went to the North Pole, although there were no bulls, yet there
were bull bisons and musk bulls, which were even more savage. Upon which
he declared that this was not a world to live in, and to prove that he
was sincere in his opinion, poor fellow, about three months after his
retirement into the country, he died from a general decay, arising from
the shock produced on his system. But before these three months had
passed, it had been finally arranged that Harcourt and I were to be
united on the same day; and having renewed my acquaintance with the good
bishop, whom I had taxed with being my father, he united us both to our
respective partners. My father made over to me the sum which he had
mentioned. Mr Masterton gave Susannah ten thousand pounds, and her own
fortune amounted to as much more, with the reversion of Mr Cophagus's
property at the decease of his widow. Timothy came up to the wedding,
and I formally put him in the possession of my shop and stock in trade,
and he has now a flourishing business. Although he has not yet found
his mother, he has found a very pretty wife, which he says does quite
as well, if not better.

Let it not be supposed that I forgot the good services of Kathleen--who
was soon after married to Corny. A small farm on Fleta's estate was
appropriated to them, at so low a rent, that in a few years they were
able to purchase the property, and Corny, from a leveller, as soon as
he was comfortable, became one of the government's firmest supporters.

I am now living in the same house with my father, who is very happy,
and behaves pretty well. He is seldom in a passion more than twice
a-week, which we consider as miraculous. Now that I am writing this,
he has his two grandchildren on his knees. Mrs Cophagus has married a
captain in the Life Guards, and as far as fashion and dress are
concerned, may be said to be "going the whole hog." And now, as I have
no doubt that my readers will be curious to know whether my lovely wife
adheres to her primitive style of dress, I shall only repeat a
conversation of yesterday night, as she came down arrayed for a splendid
ball given by Mrs Harcourt de Clare.

"Tell me now, De Benyon," said she, "is not this a pretty dress?"

"Yes, my dear," replied I, looking at her charming face and figure with
all the admiration usual in the honeymoon, "it is indeed; but do you not
think, my dear Susan," said I, putting the tip of my white glove upon her
snowy shoulder, "that it is cut down a little too low?"

"Too low, De Benyon! why it's not half so low as Mrs Harcourt de Clare or
Lady C---- wear their dresses."

"Well, my dear, I did not assert that it was. I only asked."

"Well, then, if you only asked for information, De Benyon, I will tell
you that it is not too low, and I think you will acknowledge that on this
point my opinion ought to be decisive; for if I have no other merit, I
have at least the merit of being the best-dressed woman in London."

"Verily thou persuadest me, Susannah," replied I.

"Now, De Benyon, hold your tongue."

Like a well-disciplined husband, I bowed, and said no more. And now,
having no more to say, I shall also make my bow to my readers, and bid
them farewell.

THE END.

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