The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-04-01
GOING re THE BAD.

There was. a small hotel-inn, il
you ike-in the suburbs of Cam
bridge. kept by quondam gyp OF
st. Mary's, an honest, good hearted
fellow, Jack Gossett. In the cosiest
of all cosy parlors, q certain set of us
never failed, about once n fortnight
or 30, to try Jacks grills and rarebits,
with the best tap in Cambridge.
And here it was that listened to the
following history, which I give, as
near as I can remember, in our host S
own words:
II was gyp and waiter in Hall at
st. Mary's for nearly twelve years
aye, it can't be far off-and o many
pleasant, free-handed young gentle
man I waited upon. It used to be
more of an aristocratio college,
fancy, than it is now; at least, there
were few came up. to it as weren't
well-to-do, good old families. and so
on. Let me see; there were the
Fothergills, of Essex-6ne set that
was, and wonderful hands at making
away with money. I recollect young
Edward Fothergill-him as is mem
bar of T. That was in forty
eight. And there were the Mark
hams, too"
"Confound it. Jack. cut the good
old families, and go on.
"Well, I say there were q real
nice set of young men up at st.
Mary's, and it was q pleasure to wait
on them; but of all the agreeable,
pleasant, free-spoken masters, give
me Mr.. Harriott. Eth, dear-poor
fellow! I can't bear to think of those
times. 1t is not long ago, either.
Let me see. Mr.. Perry, you must
have been o freshman Just after he
left, and am sure you have heard
of him often enough. You all know
what stir his hearty face and Jolly
ways and full pocket made. Lords
sake! we used to have as many as
thirty in at time to supper. Night
after night-champagne and moselle,
hook and curacao, punch and Madei
ra-you never saw more drinking
and doings-on in your life. Many's
the time I've waited till near twelve
to see q dozen of them back to Unity
and st. Jude's; and you'd scarcely
believe the rows they kicked up
1 don't mean to say but all of yor
kick up shindies enough now, bu
I've never seen or heard anything tt
equal Mr.. Harriott. Every cne liket
him, for all his scrapes; and 1 be-
ieve the Dean would have had hi
name off the books in week, if i
had been any one else.
"Well, you see, Mr.. Harriott be
gan in this way to be rather fond o
his glass. He never was more thar
screwed-just little gone, you know
but he could stand good deal
for he was an immensely powerful
fellow, and, somehow or other, it go
to be brandy-brandy--nothing bu
brandy. There was Mr.. Clegg, o
Unity, and Mr.. Pilling, of ST. Mary s
and my master, would sit drinking
brandy together by the hour; ant
the worst of it was, Mr.. Harriet
always drunk the best part of ever.
bottle. L could see it coming OF
gradual like. Never easy withou
his dram; and first thing of IL morn
ing, whc:: 7 vent ~ call him. Jack,
he'd say, brandy and soda; or, wait
bring the brandy alone All, whel
o fellow takes to spirits altogether
it is likely to go bad with him!
IL left st. Mary's that summer
and took this berth. Mr.. Harriet
used to come and sit in that YER,
chair, Mr.. Perry, as you're in now
and still it was brandy-nothing bu
brandy. He was for ever going IL,
to London, and nothing would serv,
him but 1 must go, too, and talk
care of him; but. bless you, yo,
might as well have tried to stop
runaway express engine. The only
thing 1 could do, was to take his purse