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Title: Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush
The Yellowplush Papers

Author: William Makepeace Thackeray

Posting Date: January 10, 2009 [EBook #2796]
Release Date: September, 2001

Language: English

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MEMOIRS OF MR. CHARLES J. YELLOWPLUSH

By William Makepeace Thackeray

CONTENTS

MISS SHUM'S HUSBAND

THE AMOURS OF MR. DEUCEACE

FORING PARTS

MR. DEUCEACE AT PARIS:--

CHAP. I. The Two Bundles of Hay

II. "Honor thy Father"

III. Minewvring

IV. "Hitting the Nale on the Hedd"

V. The Griffin's Claws

VI. The Jewel

VII. The Consquinsies

VIII. The End of Mr. Deuceace's History. Limbo

IX. The Marriage

X. The Honey-moon

MR. YELLOWPLUSH'S AJEW

SKIMMINGS FROM "THE DAIRY OF GEORGE IV."

EPISTLES TO THE LITERATI

MEMOIRS OF MR. CHARLES J. YELLOWPLUSH

MISS SHUM'S HUSBAND.

CHAPTER I.

I was born in the year one, of the present or Christian hera, and am, in
consquints, seven-and-thirty years old. My mamma called me Charles James
Harrington Fitzroy Yellowplush, in compliment to several noble families,
and to a sellybrated coachmin whom she knew, who wore a yellow livry,
and drove the Lord Mayor of London.

Why she gev me this genlmn's name is a diffiklty, or rayther the name of
a part of his dress; however, it's stuck to me through life, in which I
was, as it were, a footman by buth.

Praps he was my father--though on this subjict I can't speak suttinly,
for my ma wrapped up my buth in a mistry. I may be illygitmit, I may
have been changed at nuss; but I've always had genlmnly tastes through
life, and have no doubt that I come of a genlmnly origum.

The less I say about my parint the better, for the dear old creatur was
very good to me, and, I fear, had very little other goodness in her.
Why, I