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my　door；　'many　happy　returns　of　the　day。'　　Thereupon　a　new　thought

came　into　my　mind；　driving　its　predecessor　out；　and　I　began　to

recall　…　instead　of　Inns　…　the　birthdays　that　I　have　put　up　at；　on

my　way　to　this　present　sheet　of　paper。



I　can　very　well　remember　being　taken　out　to　visit　some　peach…faced

creature　in　a　blue　sash；　and　shoes　to　correspond；　whose　life　I

supposed　to　consist　entirely　of　birthdays。　　Upon　seed…cake；　sweet

wine；　and　shining　presents；　that　glorified　young　person　seemed　to

me　to　be　exclusively　reared。　　At　so　early　a　stage　of　my　travels　did

I　assist　at　the　anniversary　of　her　nativity　（and　become　enamoured

of　her）；　that　I　had　not　yet　acquired　the　recondite　knowledge　that　a

birthday　is　the　common　property　of　all　who　are　born；　but　supposed

it　to　be　a　special　gift　bestowed　by　the　favouring　Heavens　on　that

one　distinguished　infant。　　There　was　no　other　company；　and　we　sat

in　a　shady　bower　…　under　a　table；　as　my　better　（or　worse）　knowledge

leads　me　to　believe　…　and　were　regaled　with　saccharine　substances

and　liquids；　until　it　was　time　to　part。　　A　bitter　powder　was

administered　to　me　next　morning；　and　I　was　wretched。　　On　the　whole；

a　pretty　accurate　foreshadowing　of　my　more　mature　experiences　in

such　wise！



Then　came　the　time　when；　inseparable　from　one's　own　birthday；　was　a

certain　sense　of　merit；　a　consciousness　of　well…earned　distinction。

When　I　regarded　my　birthday　as　a　graceful　achievement　of　my　own；　a

monument　of　my　perseverance；　independence；　and　good　sense；

redounding　greatly　to　my　honour。　　This　was　at　about　the　period　when

Olympia　Squires　became　involved　in　the　anniversary。　　Olympia　was

most　beautiful　（of　course）；　and　I　loved　her　to　that　degree；　that　I

used　to　be　obliged　to　get　out　of　my　little　bed　in　the　night；

expressly　to　exclaim　to　Solitude；　'O；　Olympia　Squires！'　　Visions　of

Olympia；　clothed　entirely　in　sage…green；　from　which　I　infer　a

defectively　educated　taste　on　the　part　of　her　respected　parents；

who　were　necessarily　unacquainted　with　the　South　Kensington　Museum；

still　arise　before　me。　　Truth　is　sacred；　and　the　visions　are

crowned　by　a　shining　white　beaver　bonnet；　impossibly　suggestive　of

a　little　feminine　postboy。　　My　memory　presents　a　birthday　when

Olympia　and　I　were　taken　by　an　unfeeling　relative　…　some　cruel

uncle；　or　the　like　…　to　a　slow　torture　called　an　Orrery。　　The

terrible　instrument　was　set　up　at　the　local　Theatre；　and　I　had

expressed　a　profane　wish　in　the　morning　that　it　was　a　Play：　　for

which　a　serious　aunt　had　probed　my　conscience　deep；　and　my　pocket

deeper；　by　reclaiming　a　bestowed　half…crown。　　It　was　a　venerable

and　a　shabby　Orrery；　at　least　one　thousand　stars　and　twenty…five

comets　behind　the　age。　　Nevertheless；　it　was　awful。　　When　the　low…

spirited　gentleman　with　a　wand　said；　'Ladies　and　gentlemen'

（meaning　particularly　Olympia　and　me）；　'the　lights　are　about　to　be

put　out；　but　there　is　not　the　slightest　cause　for　alarm；'　it　was

very　alarming。　　Then　the　planets　and　stars　began。　　Sometimes　they

wouldn't　come　on；　sometimes　they　wouldn't　go　off；　sometimes　they

had　holes　in　them；　and　mostly　they　didn't　seem　to　be　good

likenesses。　　All　this　time　the　gentleman　with　the　wand　was　going　on

in　the　dark　（tapping　away　at　the　heavenly　bodies　between　whiles；

like　a　wearisome　woodpecker）；　about　a　sphere　revolving　on　its　own

axis　eight　hundred　and　ninety…seven　thousand　millions　of　times　…　or

miles　…　in　two　hundred　and　sixty…three　thousand　five　hundred　and

twenty…four　millions　of　something　elses；　until　I　thought　if　this

was　a　birthday　it　were　better　never　to　have　been　born。　　Olympia；

also；　became　much　depressed；　and　we　both　slumbered　and　woke　cross；

and　still　the　gentleman　was　going　on　in　the　dark　…　whether　up　in

the　stars；　or　down　on　the　stage；　it　would　have　been　hard　to　make

out；　if　it　had　been　worth　trying　…　cyphering　away　about　planes　of

orbits；　to　such　an　infamous　extent　that　Olympia；　stung　to　madness；

actually　kicked　me。　　A　pretty　birthday　spectacle；　when　the　lights

were　turned　up　again；　and　all　the　schools　in　the　town　（including

the　National；　who　had　come　in　for　nothing；　and　serve　them　right；

for　they　were　always　throwing　stones）　were　discovered　with

exhausted　countenances；　screwing　their　knuckles　into　their　eyes；　or

clutching　their　heads　of　hair。　　A　pretty　birthday　speech　when　Dr。

Sleek　of　the　City…Free　bobbed　up　his　powdered　head　in　the　stage…

box；　and　said　that　before　this　assembly　dispersed　he　really　must

beg　to　express　his　entire　approval　of　a　lecture　as　improving；　as

informing；　as　devoid　of　anything　that　could　call　a　blush　into　the

cheek　of　youth；　as　any　it　had　ever　been　his　lot　to　hear　delivered。

A　pretty　birthday　altogether；　when　Astronomy　couldn't　leave　poor

Small　Olympia　Squires　and　me　alone；　but　must　put　an　end　to　our

loves！　　For；　we　never　got　over　it；　the　threadbare　Orrery　outwore

our　mutual　tenderness；　the　man　with　the　wand　was　too　much　for　the

boy　with　the　bow。



When　shall　I　disconnect　the　combined　smells　of　oranges；　brown

paper；　and　straw；　from　those　other　birthdays　at　school；　when　the

coming　hamper　casts　its　shadow　before；　and　when　a　week　of　social

harmony　…　shall　I　add　of　admiring　and　affectionate　popularity　…　led

up　to　that　Institution？　　What　noble　sentiments　were　expressed　to　me

in　the　days　before　the　hamper；　what　vows　of　friendship　were　sworn

to　me；　what　exceedingly　old　knives　were　given　me；　what　generous

avowals　of　having　been　in　the　wrong　emanated　from　else　obstinate

spirits　once　enrolled　among　my　enemies！　　The　birthday　of　the　potted

game　and　guava　jelly；　is　still　made　special　to　me　by　the　noble

conduct　of　Bully　Globson。　　Letters　from　home　had　mysteriously

inquired　whether　I　should　be　much　surprised　and　disappointed　if

among　the　treasures　in　the　coming　hamper　I　discovered　potted　game；

and　guava　jelly　from　the　Western　Indies。　　I　had　mentioned　those

hints　in　confidence　to　a　few　friends；　and　had　promised　to　give

away；　as　I　now　see　reason　to　believe；　a　handsome　covey　of

partridges　potted；　and　about　a　hundredweight　of　guava　jelly。　　It

was　now　that　Globson；　Bully　no　more；　sought　me　out　in　the

playground。　　He　was　a　big　fat　boy；　with　a　big　fat　head　and　a　big

fat　fist；　and　at　the　beginning　of　that　Half　had　raised　such　a　bump

on　my　forehead　that　I　couldn't　get　my　hat　of　state　on；　to　go　to

church。　　He　said　that　after　an　interval　of　cool　reflection　（four

months）　he　now　felt　this　blow　to　have　been　an　error　of　judgment；

and　that　he　wished　to　apologise　for　the　same。　　Not　only　that；　but

holding　down　his　big　head　between　his　two　big　hands　in　order　that　I

might　reach　it　conveniently；　he　requested　me；　as　an　act　of　justice

which　would　appease　his　awakened　conscience；　to　raise　a　retributive

bump　upon　it；　in　the　presence　of　witnesses。　　This　handsome　proposal

I　modestly　declined；　and　he　then　embraced　me；　and　we　walked　away

conversing。　　We　conversed　respecting　the　West　India　Islands；　and；

in　the　pursuit　of　knowledge　he　asked　me　with　much　interest　whether

in　the　course　of　my　reading　I　had　met　with　any　reliable　description

of　the　mode　of　manufacturing　guava　jelly；　or　whether　I　had　ever

happened　to　taste　that　conserve；　which　he　had　been　given　to

understand　was　of　rare　excellence。



Seventeen；　eighteen；　nineteen；　twenty；　and　then　with　the　waning

months　came　an　ever　augmenting　sense　of　the　dignity　of　twenty…one。

Heaven　knows　I　had　nothing　to　'come　into；'　save　the　bare　birthday；

and　yet　I　esteemed　it　as　a　great　possession。　　I　now　and　then　paved

the　way　to　my　state　of　dignity；　by　beginning　a　proposition　with　the

casual　words；　'say　that　a　man　of　twenty…one；'　or　by　the　incidental

assumption　of　a　fact　that　could　not　sanely　be　disputed；　as；　'for

when　a　fellow　comes　to　be　a　man　of　twenty…one。'　　I　gave　a　party　on

the　occasion。　　She　was　there。　　It　is　unnecessary　to　name　Her；　more

particularly；　She　was　older　than　I；　and　had　pervaded　every　chink

and　crevice　of　my　mind　for　three　or　four　years。　　I　had　held　volumes

of　Imaginary　Conversations　with　her　mother　on　the　subject　of　our

union；　and　I　had　written　letters　more　in　number　than　Horace

Walpole's；　to　that　discreet　woman；　soliciting　her　daughter's　hand

in　marriage。　　I　had　never　had　the　remotest　intention　of　sending　any

of　those　letters；　but　to　write　them；　and　after　a　few　days　tear　them

up；　had　been　a　sublime　occupation。　　Sometimes；　I　had　begun

'Honoured　Madam。　　I　think　that　a　lady　gifted　with　those　powers　of

observation　which　I　know　you　to　possess；　and　endowed　with　those

womanly　sympathies　with　the　young　and　ardent　which　it　were　more

than　heresy　to　doubt；　can　scarcely　have　failed　to　discover　that　I

love　your　adorable　daughter；　deeply；　devotedly。'　　In　less　buoyant

states　of　mind　I　had　begun；　'Bear　with　me；　Dear　Madam；　bear　with　a

daring　wretch　who　is　about　to　make　a　surprising　confession　to　you；

wholly　unanticipated　by　yourself；　and　which　he　beseeches　you　to

commit　to　the　flames　as　soon　as　you　have　become　aware　to　what　a

towering　height　his　mad　ambition　soars