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moral reformer spends upon Lais at Brompton ; besides obtaining a few cool hundreds from Lord Tadladdle and the Marquis of Mumchance , or the great firm of Trickery and Smoothface ( Brothers ) , for throwing dust in the people ' s eyes , when either minister or
speculator wants to pick the former ' s pockets . Now this amiable specimen of versatile " self" will give us also a sample of the true position which our neighbour occupies in regard to him . " If you please , sir , " says an attendant , " Mr . Uphill is here ; he has been waiting nearly two hours , and wants you to see him as soon as you can , for he has a daughter who is dying of consumption , and he is
anxious to get back to her . " " Confound the fellow ! let him go ; and—yet stay ; better see him , perhaps , " muttering ; "he is a desperately clever fellow , and if not for his points , I am afraid my articles would look rather shady ; here ! [ aloud ] let him in ! " A pale , haggard , threadbare-clothed offspring of genius and
improvidence—the parents of most authors—entered ; the fine full development of his lofty forehead bearing marked contrast with the weary and worn face . Disappointment , want of patronage and rest had done their work ; the jaded horse of the literary mill , from whence others drew the corn , was evidently fast approaching the period of his final liberation . " Well , Mr . Uphill , come to
complain , I suppose ! " The sarcasm was superfluous ; for the journalist knew that even complaint , that last alleviation to the wretched , was forbidden to one who looked to his tyrant for his means of support . " Why , sir , " was the temperate reply , " I only think it right to tell you that Mr . Tightscrew , the publisher , informed me my book would have been taken , if you had not declared there was nothing in
it ; so when I found you quoting its best parts in your own articles , especially in that work you have advertised so extensively , I felt it was hard to rob my MSS ., damage my literary fame—which is my bread , and give me no compensation whatever . If the publishers would only read the MSS . themselves , literature would have some < Vhn . TicB "
" Not a bit of it , Mr . Uphill , " says the brazen plagiarist ; " you w ould find the thing just the same , —self rales all ; it ' s the first law of nature ; if you are fool enough to submit your MSS . to a publisher ' s ' reader , ' who , I tell you candidly , has , in nine cases out of ten , no ideas of his own beyond his pocket , why , of course , you will
be fleeced handsomely . I am not ungenerous , —here , I'll make you an offer . Some years ago , you told me once , you wrote a work upon a subject of popular investigation at present , which you consider the masterpiece of your life . Now , hitherto , you have declined to let me see it ; but times , I suppose , are hard , eh ? " The author ' s eyes filled with tears at the unfeeling gaze which the manager threw over him : a flush of dignified contempt for a moment passed over his cheek , for genius leaves
" Some empire yet in the expiring gaze " of her true sons . But he thought of his child . Ah ! Nature ! here
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moral reformer spends upon Lais at Brompton ; besides obtaining a few cool hundreds from Lord Tadladdle and the Marquis of Mumchance , or the great firm of Trickery and Smoothface ( Brothers ) , for throwing dust in the people ' s eyes , when either minister or
speculator wants to pick the former ' s pockets . Now this amiable specimen of versatile " self" will give us also a sample of the true position which our neighbour occupies in regard to him . " If you please , sir , " says an attendant , " Mr . Uphill is here ; he has been waiting nearly two hours , and wants you to see him as soon as you can , for he has a daughter who is dying of consumption , and he is
anxious to get back to her . " " Confound the fellow ! let him go ; and—yet stay ; better see him , perhaps , " muttering ; "he is a desperately clever fellow , and if not for his points , I am afraid my articles would look rather shady ; here ! [ aloud ] let him in ! " A pale , haggard , threadbare-clothed offspring of genius and
improvidence—the parents of most authors—entered ; the fine full development of his lofty forehead bearing marked contrast with the weary and worn face . Disappointment , want of patronage and rest had done their work ; the jaded horse of the literary mill , from whence others drew the corn , was evidently fast approaching the period of his final liberation . " Well , Mr . Uphill , come to
complain , I suppose ! " The sarcasm was superfluous ; for the journalist knew that even complaint , that last alleviation to the wretched , was forbidden to one who looked to his tyrant for his means of support . " Why , sir , " was the temperate reply , " I only think it right to tell you that Mr . Tightscrew , the publisher , informed me my book would have been taken , if you had not declared there was nothing in
it ; so when I found you quoting its best parts in your own articles , especially in that work you have advertised so extensively , I felt it was hard to rob my MSS ., damage my literary fame—which is my bread , and give me no compensation whatever . If the publishers would only read the MSS . themselves , literature would have some < Vhn . TicB "
" Not a bit of it , Mr . Uphill , " says the brazen plagiarist ; " you w ould find the thing just the same , —self rales all ; it ' s the first law of nature ; if you are fool enough to submit your MSS . to a publisher ' s ' reader , ' who , I tell you candidly , has , in nine cases out of ten , no ideas of his own beyond his pocket , why , of course , you will
be fleeced handsomely . I am not ungenerous , —here , I'll make you an offer . Some years ago , you told me once , you wrote a work upon a subject of popular investigation at present , which you consider the masterpiece of your life . Now , hitherto , you have declined to let me see it ; but times , I suppose , are hard , eh ? " The author ' s eyes filled with tears at the unfeeling gaze which the manager threw over him : a flush of dignified contempt for a moment passed over his cheek , for genius leaves
" Some empire yet in the expiring gaze " of her true sons . But he thought of his child . Ah ! Nature ! here