This universe is getting
to be a little too much for me. Come down, pipe; I shall go in the
Chequers parlour to-night, and play the settled citizen.
MERRY JERRY AND HIS FRIENDS.
I never saw such a cheerful face as Jerry's. Master Blackey can smile
and smile; he can smile on me even now, though I know almost to a
certainty that it was he who left that discoloured ring round my throat
not long ago. But Blackey can scowl also, whereas Jerry never ceases to
look benignant and jolly. He is a fine young fellow is Jerry, six feet
high, straight as a lance, ruddy, clear-skinned, and with the bluest,
brightest eye you can see. When he walks he is upright and stately as
the best of Guardsmen, without any military stiffness; when he spars he
is active as a leopard, and his mode of landing with his left is at once
terrible and artistic. Sometimes he drinks a little too much, and then
his sweet smile becomes fatuous, but he never is unpleasant. The girls
from the factory admire him sincerely; they call him Merry Jerry, and
he accepts their homage with serenity.
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