I am a Cheap Jack, and my own father\'s name was Willum Marigold.
It was in his lifetime supposed by some that his name was William, but my
own father always consistently said, No, it was Willum. On which point
I content myself with looking at the argument this way: If a man is not
allowed to know his own name in a free country, how much is he allowed
to know in a land of slavery? As to looking at the argument through the
medium of the Register, Willum Marigold come into the world before
Registers come up much,--and went out of it too. They wouldn\'t have
been greatly in his line neither, if they had chanced to come up before him.
I was born on the Queen\'s highway, but it was the King\'s at that time.
A doctor was fetched to my own mother by my own father, when it took
place on a common; and in consequence of his being a very kind
gentleman, and accepting no fee but a tea-tray, I was named Doctor, out of
gratitude and compliment to him. There you have me. Doctor Marigold.