Water Lots by George Pope Morris (1802-1864)
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Little Frenchman
Water Lots, with Other Sketches
Times (1839), by George Pope Morris
]
Look into those they call unfortunate, And, closer view'd, you'll find
unwise
--_Young

Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any foolish shift: 'Tis haste Makes waste: Who gripes too hard the dry and slippery sand Holds none at all, or little,
hand
--_Herrick

Let well alone
--_Proverb

real comfort
might enjoy if
contented
lot
heaven has cast him, and
trouble
avoided if people would only "let well alone
"
moderate independence, quietly and honestly procured, is certainly every way preferable even to immense possessions achieved
wear and tear of mind and body so necessary to procure them
Yet
very few individuals, let them be doing ever
,
always straining every nerve
better; and
many causes why failures in business so frequently occur among us
The present generation seem unwilling to "realize" by slow and sure degrees; but choose rather to set their whole hopes upon
single cast, which either makes or mars them forever !
Gentle reader,
remember Monsieur Poopoo ? He used
small toy-store in Chatham, near the corner of Pearl Street
recollect him,
He lived there for many years, and was
polite and accommodating of shopkeepers
When
juvenile,
bought tops and marbles of him
thousand times
; and seen his vinegar-visage lighted up with
smile
flung him the coppers; and
laughed at his little straight queue
dimity breeches, and all the other oddities that made up the every-day apparel
little Frenchman
Ah, I perceive you recollect him now

Well, then, there lived Monsieur Poopoo
from "dear, delightful Paris," as
wont
the city
nativity--there
pennies
kickshaws--there he laid aside five thousand dollars against
rainy day--there
as happy as
lark--and there, in all human probability, he
very day,
respected and substantial citizen, had he been willing to "let well alone
" But Monsieur Poopoo had heard strange stories
prodigious rise in real estate; and, having understood that most
neighbors had become suddenly rich by speculating in lots, he instantly grew dissatisfied
own lot, forthwith determined to shut up shop, turn everything into cash, and set about making money in right-down earnest
No sooner said than done;
quondam storekeeper
afterward attended an extensive sale of real estate,
Merchants' Exchange

the auctioneer,
beautiful and inviting lithographic maps--all the lots as smooth and square and enticingly laid out as possible--and there were the speculators--and there,
midst
, stood Monsieur Poopoo

"Here
, gentlemen," said he
hammer, "the most valuable lots ever offered for sale
bid
! "
"One hundred each," said
bystander

"One hundred ! " said the auctioneer, "scarcely enough
maps
One hundred--going--and fifty--gone ! Mr H
,
yours

noble purchase
You'll sell those same lots in
fortnight for fifty thousand dollars profit ! "
Monsieur Poopoo pricked up his ears
, and was lost in astonishment
much easier way certainly of accumulating riches than selling toys in Chatham Street, and he determined
and mend his fortune without delay

The auctioneer proceeded
sale
Other parcels were offered and disposed of, and all the purchasers were promised immense advantages for their enterprise
At last came
more valuable parcel than all the rest
The company pressed around the stand, and Monsieur Poopoo did the same

"I now offer you, gentlemen, these magnificent lots, delightfully situated on Long Island, with valuable water privileges
Property in fee--title indisputable--terms of sale, cash--deeds ready for delivery immediately
sale
? Give them
start at something
? " The auctioneer looked around; there were no bidders
At last he caught the eye of Monsieur Poopoo
"Did you say one hundred, sir ? Beautiful lots--valuable water privileges--shall
one hundred
? "
"_Oui, monsieur_;
von hundred dollar apiece, for de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege; c'est ca
"
"
hundred apiece
sixty valuable lots--
hundred--going--going--going--gone ! "
Monsieur Poopoo
fortunate possessor
The auctioneer congratulated him--the sale closed--
company dispersed

"_Pardonnez-moi, monsieur_," said Poopoo,
auctioneer descended his pedestal, "you shall excusez-moi_, if
go to votre bureau_, your counting-house, ver quick
every ting sure wid respec to de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege
Von leetle bird in de hand he vorth two in de tree, c'est vrai_--eh ? "
"Certainly, sir
"
"Vell den, allons
"
gentlemen repaired
counting-house, where the six thousand dollars were paid,
deeds
property delivered
Monsieur Poopoo put these carefully
pocket, and as
about taking his leave, the auctioneer made him
present
lithographic outline
lots,
very liberal thing
part, considering the map was
beautiful specimen
glorious art
Poopoo
admire it sufficiently
There were his sixty lots, as uniform as possible,
little gray eyes sparkled like diamonds
wandered from one end
spacious sheet
other

Poopoo's heart was as light as
feather, and he snapped his fingers
very wantonness of joy as he repaired to Delmonico's, and ordered the first good French dinner that had gladdened his palate since his arrival in America

After having discussed his repast, and washed it down with
bottle of choice old claret, he resolved upon
visit to Long Island to view his purchase
He consequently immediately hired
horse and gig, crossed the Brooklyn ferry, and drove along the margin
river
Wallabout, the location

Our friend, however, was not
little perplexed
his property
Everything
map was as fair and even as possible, while all the grounds about him were as undulated as
well be imagined, and
an elbow
East River thrusting itself quite
ribs
land, which seemed
no business there
This puzzled the Frenchman exceedingly; and, being
stranger in those parts,
to
farmer in an adjacent field

"_Mon ami_,
acquaint vid dis part of de country--eh ? "
"Yes,
born here, and know every inch of it
"
"Ah, c'est bien_, dat vill do,"
Frenchman got
gig, tied the horse, and produced his lithographic map

"Den maybe you vill have de kindness to show me de sixty lot vich
bought, vid de valuarble vatare privalege ? "
The farmer glanced his eye over the paper

"Yes, sir, with pleasure;
good enough
into my boat,
row you out
! "
"Vat dat you say, sure ? "
"My friend," said the farmer, "this section of Long Island has recently been bought up
speculators of New York, and laid out for
great city; but the principal street is only visible at low tide
part
East River is filled up,
just there
Your lots,
perceive, are beyond it;
now all under water
"
At first the Frenchman was incredulous
believe his senses
facts, however, gradually broke upon him, he shut one eye, squinted obliquely
heavens---the river--the farmer--and then he turned away and squinted at them all over again !
his purchase sure enough; but then it
perceived for
river flowing over it ! He drew
box
waistcoat pocket, opened it, with an emphatic knock
lid, took
pinch of snuff and restored it
waistcoat pocket as before
Poopoo was evidently in trouble, having "thoughts which often lie too deep for tears"; and, as his grief was also too big for words, he untied his horse, jumped into his gig, and returned
auctioneer in hot haste

near night when he arrived
auction-room--his horse in
foam and himself in
fury
The auctioneer was leaning back
chair,
legs stuck out of
low window, quietly smoking
cigar
labors
day, and humming the music
last new opera

"Monsieur,
much plaisir to fin' you, chez vous_, at home
"
"Ah, Poopoo !
you
Take
seat, old boy
"
"But
take de seat, sare
"
"No--why, what's the matter ? "
"Oh, beaucoup de matter
de gran lot vot you sell me to-day
"
"Well, sir,
you like your purchase ? "
"No, monsieur, I no like him
"
"I'm sorry
; but
no ground for your complaint
"
"No, sare; dare is no ground at all--de ground is all vatare ! "
"You joke ! "
"I no joke
I nevare joke; je n'entends pas la raillerie_, Sare, _voulez-vous have de kindness
back de money vot I pay ! "
"Certainly not
"
"Den vill you be so good as
de East River off de top
lot ? "
"That's your business, sir, not mine
"
"Den I make von mauvaise affaire_--von gran mistake ! "
"
not
I don't think
thrown your money away
_land
"
"No, sare; but I tro it avay in de vatare ! "
"That's not my fault
"
"Yes, sare, but
your fault
You're von ver gran rascal to swindle me out of de l'argent
"
"Hello, old Poopoo, you grow personal; and
't keep
civil tongue in your head,
go out
counting-room
"
"Vare shall I go to, eh ? "
"
devil, for aught I care, you foolish old Frenchman ! " said the auctioneer, waxing warm

"But, sare, I vill not go to de devil to oblige you ! " replied the Frenchman, waxing warmer
"You sheat me out of all de dollar vot I make in Shatham Street; but I vill not go to de devil for all dat
I vish
go to de devil yourself you dem yankee-doo-dell, and I vill go and drown myself, tout de suite_, right avay
"
"You couldn't make
better use of your water privileges, old boy ! "
"Ah, misericorde ! Ah, mon dieu, je suis abime
ruin !
done up !
break all into ten sousan leetle pieces !
von lame duck, and
vaddle across de gran ocean for Paris, vish is de only valuarble vatare privalege dat is left me
present ! "
Poor Poopoo was as good as his word
He sailed
next packet, and arrived in Paris almost as penniless
day he left it

Should
feel disposed to doubt the veritable circumstances here recorded, let him cross the East River
Wallabout, and farmer J---- will row him out
very place where the poor Frenchman's lots still remain under water
