Often it pleased the unfortunate young man to vex people with a lighter satire, yet still
characterized by somewhat of snake-like virulence. One day he encountered an ambitious
statesman, and gravely inquired after the welfare of his boa constrictor; for of that species,
Roderick affirmed, this gentleman's serpent must needs be, since its appetite was enormous
enough to devour the whole country and constitution. At another time, he stopped a close-
fisted old fellow, of great wealth, but who skulked about the city in the guise of a
scarecrow, with a patched blue surtout, brown hat, and mouldy boots, scraping pence
together, and picking up rusty nails. Pretending to look earnestly at this respectable person's
stomach, Roderick assured him that his snake was a copper-head and had been generated by
the immense quantities of that base metal with which he daily defiled his fingers. Again, he
assaulted a man of rubicund visage, and told him that few bosom serpents had more of the
devil in them than those that breed in the vats of a distillery. The next whom Roderick
honored with his attention was a distinguished clergyman, who happened just then to be
engaged in a theological controversy, where human wrath was more perceptible than divine
inspiration.
"You have swallowed a snake in a cup of sacramental wine," quoth he.
"Profane wretch!" exclaimed the divine; but, nevertheless, his hand stole to his breast.
He met a person of sickly sensibility, who, on some early disappointment, had retired from
the world, and thereafter held no intercourse with his fellow-men, but brooded sullenly or
passionately over the irrevocable past. This man's very heart, if Roderick might be believed,
had been changed into a serpent, which would finally torment both him and itself to death.
Observing a married couple, whose domestic troubles were matter of notoriety, he condoled
with both on having mutually taken a house adder to their bosoms. To an envious author,
who depreciated works which he could never equal, he said that his snake was the slimiest
and filthiest of all the reptile tribe, but was fortunately without a sting. A man of impure
life, and a brazen face, asking Roderick if there were any serpent in his breast, he told him
that there was, and of the same species that once tortured Don Rodrigo, the Goth. He took a
fair young girl by the hand, and gazing sadly into her eyes, warned her that she cherished a
serpent of the deadliest kind within her gentle breast; and the world found the truth of those
ominous words, when, a few months afterwards, the poor girl died of love and shame. Two
ladies, rivals in fashionable life who tormented one another with a thousand little stings of
womanish spite, were given to understand that each of their hearts was a nest of diminutive
snakes, which did quite as much mischief as one great one.
But nothing seemed to please Roderick better than to lay hold of a person infected with
jealousy, which he represented as an enormous green reptile, with an ice-cold length of
body, and the sharpest sting of any snake save one.
"And what one is that?" asked a by-stander, overhearing him.
It was a dark-browed man who put the question; he had an evasive eye, which in the course
of a dozen years had looked no mortal directly in the face. There was an ambiguity about
this person's character,--a stain upon his reputation,--yet none could tell precisely of what
nature, although the city gossips, male and female, whispered the most atrocious surmises.
Until a recent period he had followed the sea, and was, in fact, the very shipmaster whom
George Herkimer had encountered, under such singular circumstances, in the Grecian