The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices - Wilkie Collins, Charles Dickens - ebook

The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices ebook

Collins Wilkie, Dickens Charles



This story is about two students who go on a journey to find a way to completely relax. Along the way, they encounter some problems and humorous incidents. The reader can distinguish the voice of Dickens and Collins in the narration. Especially memorable is the sensational story of Collins and Dickens’s wonderful story about the wedding chamber. This is just one of many texts that are not widely used, but they are definitely worth reading.

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In the autumn month of September, eighteen hundred and fifty-seven, wherein these presents bear date, two idle apprentices, exhausted by the long, hot summer, and the long, hot work it had brought with it, ran away from their employer. They were bound to a highly meritorious lady (named Literature), of fair credit and repute, though, it must be acknowledged, not quite so highly esteemed in the City as she might be. This is the more remarkable, as there is nothing against the respectable lady in that quarter, but quite the contrary; her family having rendered eminent service to many famous citizens of London. It may be sufficient to name Sir William Walworth, Lord Mayor under King Richard II., at the time of Wat Tyler’s insurrection, and Sir Richard Whittington: which latter distinguished man and magistrate was doubtless indebted to the lady’s family for the gift of his celebrated cat. There is also strong reason to suppose that they rang the Highgate bells for him with their own hands.

The misguided young men who thus shirked their duty to the mistress from whom they had received many favours, were actuated by the low idea of making a perfectly idle trip, in any direction. They had no intention of going anywhere in particular; they wanted to see nothing, they wanted to know nothing, they wanted to learn nothing, they wanted to do nothing. They wanted only to be idle. They took to themselves (after Hogarth), the names of Mr. Thomas Idle and Mr. Francis Goodchild; but there was not a moral pin to choose between them, and they were both idle in the last degree.

Between Francis and Thomas, however, there was this difference of character: Goodchild was laboriously idle, and would take upon himself any amount of pains and labour to assure himself that he was idle; in short, had no better idea of idleness than that it was useless industry. Thomas Idle, on the other hand, was an idler of the unmixed Irish or Neapolitan type; a passive idler, a born-and-bred idler, a consistent idler, who practised what he would have preached if he had not been too idle to preach; a one entire and perfect chrysolite of idleness.

The two idle apprentices found themselves, within a few hours of their escape, walking down into the North of England, that is to say, Thomas was lying in a meadow, looking at the railway trains as they passed over a distant viaduct–which was his idea of walking down into the North; while Francis was walking a mile due South against time–which was his idea of walking down into the North. In the meantime the day waned, and the milestones remained unconquered.

“Tom,’ said Goodchild, “the sun is getting low. Up, and let us go forward!’

“Nay,’ quoth Thomas Idle, “I have not done with Annie Laurie yet.’ And he proceeded with that idle but popular ballad, to the effect that for the bonnie young person of that name he would “lay him doon and dee’–equivalent, in prose, to lay him down and die.

“What an ass that fellow was!’ cried Goodchild, with the bitter emphasis of contempt.

“Which fellow?’ asked Thomas Idle.

“The fellow in your song. Lay him doon and dee! Finely he’d show off before the girl by doing that. A sniveller! Why couldn’t he get up, and punch somebody’s head!’

“Whose?’ asked Thomas Idle.

“Anybody’s. Everybody’s would be better than nobody’s! If I fell into that state of mind about a girl, do you think I’d lay me doon and dee? No, sir,’ proceeded Goodchild, with a disparaging assumption of the Scottish accent, “I’d get me oop and peetch into somebody. Wouldn’t you?’

“I wouldn’t have anything to do with her,’ yawned Thomas Idle. “Why should I take the trouble?’

“It’s no trouble, Tom, to fall in love,’ said Goodchild, shaking his head.

“It’s trouble enough to fall out of it, once you’re in it,’ retorted Tom. “So I keep out of it altogether. It would be better for you, if you did the same.’

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