EBOOK EDITOR'S INTRODUCTION:
"Sketches by Seymour" was published in various versions about 1836. The copy used for this PG edition has no date and was published by Thomas Fry, London. Some of the 90 plates note only Seymour's name, many are inscribed "Engravings by H. Wallis from sketches by Seymour." The printed book appears to be a compilation of five smaller volumes. From the confused chapter titles the reader may well suspect the printer mixed up the order of the chapters. The complete book in this digital edition is split into five smaller volumes—the individual volumes are of more manageable size than the 7mb complete version.
The importance of this collection is in the engravings. The text is often mundane, is full of conundrums and puns popular in the early 1800's—and is mercifully short. No author is given credit for the text though the section titled, "The Autobiography of Andrew Mullins" may give us at least his pen-name.
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CONTENTS:
| ANDREW MULLINS. | |
| —AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY. | |
| CHAP. I. | [Introductory ] |
| CHAP. II. | [Let the neighbors smell ve has something] |
| CHAP. III. | [I wou'dn't like to shoot her exactly] |
| CHAP. IV. | [A Situation.] |
| CHAP. V. | [The Stalking Horse.] |
| CHAP. VI. | [A Commission.] |
| CHAP. VII. | [The Cricket Match] |
| CHAP. VIII. | [The Hunter.] |
| CHAP. IX. | [A Row to Blackwall.] |
| CHAP. X. | [The Pic-Nic.] |
| CHAP. XI. | [The Journey Home.] |
| CHAP. XII. | [Monsieur Dubois.] |
| CHAP. XIII. | [My Talent Called into Active Service.] |
| CHAP. XIV. | [A Dilemma.] |
| CHAP. XV. | [An Old Acquaintance.] |
| CHAP. XVI. | [The Loss of a Friend.] |
| CHAP. XVII. | [Promotion.] |
| A RIGMAROLE. | |
| PART I. | ["De omnibus rebus."] |
| PART II. | ["Acti labores Sunt jucundi"] |
| PART III. | ["Oderunt hilarem tristes."] |
| INTERCEPTED LETTER | |
| PLATE I. | [Dye think ve shall be in time for the hunt?] |
| PLATE II. | [Vat a rum chap to go over the 'edge that vay!] |
ANDREW MULLINS.
—AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
CHAPTER I.—Introductory.
"Let the neighbors smell ve has something respectable for once."
"Let the neighbors smell ve has something respectable for once."
THERE is certainly no style of writing requiring so much modest assurance as autobiography; a position which, I am confident, neither Lord Cherbury, nor Vidocq, or any other mortal blessed with an equal developement of the organ of self-esteem, can or could deny.