The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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leave it at random--some time
within a year or so, for example?--must I say precisely?”

“If you please, uncle--precisely.”

“Well, then, Bobby, my boy--you’re a fine fellow, aren’t you?--since you
will have the exact time I’ll--why I’ll oblige you for once:”

“Dear uncle!”

“Hush, sir!” (drowning my voice)--“I’ll oblige you for once. You shall
have my consent--and the plum, we mus’n’t forget the plum--let me see!
when shall it be? To-day’s Sunday--isn’t it? Well, then, you shall
be married precisely--precisely, now mind!--when three Sundays come
together in a week! Do you hear me, sir! What are you gaping at? I say,
you shall have Kate and her plum when three Sundays come together in a
week--but not till then--you young scapegrace--not till then, if I
die for it. You know me--I’m a man of my word--now be off!” Here he
swallowed his bumper of port, while I rushed from the room in despair.

A very “fine old English gentleman,” was my grand-uncle Rumgudgeon, but
unlike him of the song, he had his weak points. He was a little, pursy,
pompous, passionate semicircular somebody, with a red nose, a thick
scull, (sic) a long purse, and a strong sense of his own consequence.
With the best heart in the world, he contrived, through a predominant
whim of contradiction, to earn for himself, among those who only knew
him superficially, the character of a curmudgeon. Like many excellent
people, he seemed possessed with a spirit of tantalization, which might
easily, at a casual glance, have been mistaken for malevolence. To every
request, a positive “No!” was his immediate answer, but in the end--in
the long, long end--there were exceedingly few requests which he
refused. Against all attacks upon his purse he made the most sturdy
defence; but the amount extorted from him, at last, was generally in
direct ratio with the length of the siege and the stubbornness of the
resistance. In charity no one gave more liberally or with a worse grace.

For the fine arts, and especially for the belles-lettres, he entertained
a profound contempt. With this he had been inspired by Casimir Perier,
whose pert little query “A quoi un poete est il bon?” he was in the
habit of quoting, with a very droll pronunciation, as the ne plus ultra
of logical wit. Thus my own inkling for the Muses had excited his entire
displeasure. He assured me one day, when I asked him for a new copy of
Horace, that the translation of “Poeta nascitur non fit” was “a nasty
poet for nothing fit”--a remark which I took in high dudgeon. His
repugnance to “the

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