The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore""

The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore""

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The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore"" by R. D. Blackmore

The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore"" Chapter 1 No.1

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PREFACE.

When Sir Thomas Upmore came, and asked me to write a short account of his strange adventures, I declined that honour; partly because I had never seen any of his memorable exploits. Perhaps that matters little, while his history so flourishes, by reason of being more creditable, as well as far more credible, than that of England, for the last few years.

Still, in such a case, the man who did the thing is the one to tell it. And his veracity has now become a proverb.

My refusal seemed to pain Sir Thomas, because he is so bashful; and no one can see him pained, without grieving for his own sake also, and trying to feel himself in the wrong.

This compelled me to find other arguments; which I did as follows:-

"First, my dear sir, in political matters, my humble view's are not strong, and trenchant-as yours are become by experience-but exceedingly large, and lenient; because I have never had anything at all to do with politics.

"Again, of science,-the popular name for almost any speculation, bold enough,-I am in ignorance equally blissful, if it were not thrilled with fear. What power shall resist the wild valour of the man, who proves that his mind is a tadpole's spawn, and then claims for that mind supreme dominion, and inborn omniscience? Before his acephalous rush, down go piled wisdom of ages, and pinnacled faith, cloud-capped heights of immortal hope, and even the mansions everlasting, kept for those who live for them."

"All those he may upset," replied Sir Thomas, with that sweet and buoyant smile, which has saved even his supernatural powers, from the sneers of those below him; "or at least, he may fancy that he has done it. But to come to facts,-can he upset, or even make head, or tail, of such a little affair as I am? Not one of his countless theories about me has a grain of truth in it; though he sees me, and feels me, and pokes me in the side, and listens, as if I were a watch run down, to know whether I am going. I assure you, that to those who are not frightened by his audacity, and fame, his 'links of irrefragable proof' are but a baby's dandelion chain. In chemistry alone, and engineering, has science made much true advance. The main of the residue is arrogance."

"In that branch of science, we are all Professors," I answered, to disarm his wrath; knowing that, in these riper years, honest indignation wrought upon his system, as youthful exultation once had done; and I could not afford to have a hole made in my ceiling. "However, Sir Thomas, I shall stick to my resolve. Though your life-when its largeness is seen aright-will be an honour to the history of our race, justice comes before honour; and only you can do justice to it."

Humility, which competes with truth, for the foremost place in his character, compelled him to shake his head at this; and he began again, rather sadly.

"My purpose is a larger one, than merely to talk of my own doings. I want to put common sense into plain English, and to show-as our medical men show daily-that the body is beyond the comprehension of the mind. The mind commands the body to lie down, and be poked at, and probed, and pried into, with fifty subtle instruments, or even to be cut up, and analysed alive; and then understands never the more of it. If the mind can learn nothing of the body it lives in, grows, rejoices, and suffers with, how can it know all about it, for millions of years before either existed? How can it trace their joint lineage up to a thing, that had neither a head, nor a body?

"Go to; what I offer is not argument, but fact; and I care not the head of their ancestor for them. But if I write it, will you remove whatever may offend a candid mind?"

"If you offend no mind but that," said I, being fresh from a sharp review of something I had written; "you will give small offence indeed; and to edit you will be a sinecure."

Both these predictions have proved correct; except indeed that a few kind readers of sadly unscientific mind have hankered for some explanation of parts which they failed to witness.

The reply is truly simple-"if you were not there the fault was yours; here are the facts as in evidence, better supported, and less strange, than those you accept without a wink; and perhaps your trouble in realising a case of specific levity proceeds from nothing but your own excessive specific gravity."

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“The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as Tommy Upmore"" by R. D. Blackmore”
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Chapter 1 No.1

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Chapter 2 SIGNS OF EMINENCE.

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Chapter 3 ITUR AD ASTRA.

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Chapter 4 THE DAWN OF SCIENCE.

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Chapter 5 THE PURSUIT OF SCIENCE.

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Chapter 6 GRIP.

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Chapter 7 TRUE SCIENCE.

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Chapter 8 THE GREAT WASHED.

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Chapter 9 FOR CHANGE OF AIR.

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Chapter 10 THALATTA!

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Chapter 11 THE NEW ADMIRAL.

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Chapter 12 LARGE IDEAS.

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Chapter 13 TWENTIFOLD TOWERS.

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Chapter 14 WHALEBONES.

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Chapter 15 A SILLY PAIR.

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Chapter 16 POLITICAL CONOMY.

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Chapter 17 NO EXTRAS.

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Chapter 18 SELF-DEFENCE.

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Chapter 19 AH ME!

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Chapter 20 COMFORT.

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Chapter 21 BOIL NO MORE.

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Chapter 22 THE SEAT OF LEARNING.

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Chapter 23 HEREDITARY LAWS.

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Chapter 24 A COUNTY MEETING.

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Chapter 25 OLD BONES, AND YOUNG ONES.

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Chapter 26 ON THE ROCKS.

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Chapter 27 BENEATH THEM.

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Chapter 28 PLEASANT, AND UNPLEASANT THINGS.

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Chapter 29 THE WELFARE OF THE FAMILY.

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Chapter 30 BECAUSE HE HAD NO PITY.

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Chapter 31 PERFIDY.

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Chapter 32 FREE TRADE.

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Chapter 33 A PAIR OF BLUE EYES.

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Chapter 34 STRONG INTENTIONS.

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Chapter 35 FAMES FAM .

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Chapter 36 NATIONAL EMERGENCY.

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Chapter 37 VOTE FOR TOMMY!

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Chapter 38 SUNNY BAY.

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Chapter 39 PREPARE.

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Chapter 40 FOR PUBLIC AND PRIVATE BENEFIT.

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