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== Introduction ==

Sullivan, Charlotte F. “Making Purchases, or Misfortunes Never Come Single.” ''The Comic Offering, or Ladies' Melange of Literary Mirth'' 1 (1832): 307-12. Print.
	
Written by Miss Charlotte F. Sullivan in 1832, “Making Purchases, Or Misfortunes Never Come Single” appears in the women’s literary magazine entitled ''The Comic Offering, or Ladies’ Melange of Literary Mirth''. Although nothing is known about the author, this short story exemplifies concerns for Victorian women in a humorous and entertaining light. 

The female narrator begins her story with the pleasure and excitement contained in purchasing large quantities of expensive articles. Not only is she thrilled about her procurement of these fineries, but she is also eager over her engagement to Alfred. In a secret elopement, Alfred and the narrator plan to run away to France. As the narrator selects her costly apparel, she also waits for a letter from Alfred that outlines the details of their trip. However, the story takes a terrible and devastating turn when the narrator realizes that her purse had fallen out of her reticule. Because she is unable to buy her fineries, she faces shame, embarrassment, and disgrace. In addition, she does not receive the letter from Alfred; due to these terrible failures, the narrator concludes her story in a convent as she laments over her many losses. 

Through the female narrator, Sullivan addresses the importance and need for wealth and rank in English society. From the first line, the character immediately illustrates her obsession and fixation with money. She portrays that money, through the appearance of materialistic goods, is a necessity in order to gain rank. For example, the narrator experiences embarrassment and humiliation after being unable to pay for her purchases. She becomes distressed that she is now viewed as inferior in the eyes of the “two beautiful girls.” Not only does Sullivan address wealth and class, but she does so in the context of marriage. The character gains money through her secret engagement to Alfred; however, as an audience, we learn little about Alfred besides his substantial wealth and her step-mother’s disapproval of the engagement. In this sense, Alfred represents a marriage established simply for monetary and societal gain. Due to the changing factors of wealth, rank, and marriage, Sullivan also portrays the fluidity of social perception in that the narrator will be viewed by her peers based upon the status of these items. Sullivan concludes the story with a lamentation about the five items the character lost on that fateful day. Two of these items deal with money, two more with her “lover,” and one with fashion. Through this, Sullivan summarizes the necessities of a Victorian woman – money, fashion, and a beneficial marriage – in order to achieve the ultimate goal of climbing the societal hierarchy. 

Due to the themes of “Making Purchases, Or Misfortunes Never Come Single,” this story caters to the female audience generated by ''The Comic Offering, or Ladies’ Melange of Literary Mirth''. The majority of the female readers would be able to find a part of themselves amidst the narrator’s problems and worries. In addition, this story emerges as a sort of humorous parody that satirizes these female concerns through a hyperbolized and overly dramatic female narrator. In this sense, “Making Purchases, Or Misfortunes Never Come Single” compares to other stories contained in this journal. For example, [[The Spinster’s Last Hope|“The Spinster’s Last Hope"]] by Mrs. Walker also addresses the Victorian problem of marriage in a comical and humorous fashion. Entertaining yet pertinent, this story speaks to the female audience by offering them a humorous portrayal of their daily and dramatic concerns. 



== Transcription ==

'''Making Purchases, Or Misfortunes Never Come Single ''' 

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Having received a large sum of money, which I had for a length of time most anxiously expected, – in high spirits I went forth on that most delightful of female expeditions, namely, to make purchases. Disdainfully I passed all the ''cheap'' shops, where a few days previously I was happy to satisfy my moderate and real wants. I ''now'' directed my proud steps to the most fashionable and extravagant establishment in the town. Here I exhausted whole cases of fancy articles, tossed over the delicate finery with the satisfied and independent air of one who had no wish to enter on their books (the ''wish'' would have been ''unavailing'' even had I felt it!) and after having kept half a dozen gentlemanly and obliging attendants running “to and fro” from “warehouse” to “show-room,” <ref>The original reads: “shew-room.”</ref> from “magazine” to “depot<ref> "A place where goods are deposited or stored; a store-house" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref>,” of their immense establishment, during the greater part of the morning, –  at length I condescended to make a selection, ordering home specimens of almost every new-fashioned article they had placed before my longing eyes. 

While one of the young men drew forth his gold-and-amethyst pencil-case to write out my account on an embossed sheet of perfumed pink paper, I fell into a reverie,<ref> "A state of joy or delight" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> which was not broken by the low tone of the writer’s queries (although I heard them as in a pleasant dream), such as, “Twelve yards of that splendid blond<ref> "Blonde lace; a silk lace of two threads, twisted and formed in hexagonal meshes that was originally the color of raw silk" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> I think?” “Did this lady select ''three'' or ''four'' of these superb lace dresses?” “You have only given me ''two'' pieces of this delightful white satin, and ''three'' were to be put away.” “How many dozen of those magnificent silk-stockings?” &c. &c. 

My charming reverie was caused by a letter I had received that morning from ''him'' who loved me beyond all the world: this dear being, although faultless in ''my'' eyes, was detested by my step-mother, who had within the last month banished him from our house, and kept strict watch lest I might find some means of communicating with, or seeing him. Vain precaution! There was a dear little sly Irish flower-girl, who had thoughts full of schemes, and blue eyes full of innocence, and she generally sold me every morning a fresh bouquet, in which was concealed a small note from poor Alfred. The day of my shopping expedition she had called as usual with her basket of flowers, and “mine own” (which she carefully handed to me, and afterwards pretended to offer to change it for a better) contained a plan for my elopement on the third evening from the date, and concluding with execrations<ref> "An uttered curse; an anathema, an imprecation, or an expression of hatred" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> against my step-mother, expressed with more sincerity than moderation. With trembling delight I concealed this note in my purse, along with my newly-arrived treasure; and in thinking over the whole matter of the shop, the idea of my purse reminded me to pay for my purchases. Looking up, I saw the young men politely waiting, with the account, until my waking dream was over; so I apologized for keeping them, and instantly searched in my reticule<ref>"A small bag, usually made of some woven material, for carrying on the arm or in the hand, used by ladies as a pocket or workbag" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref>: –  Oh! horror of horrors! my purse was not there, – I had drawn it out in the street with my handkerchief! 

I could not restrain my agonized exclamations, nor conceal my distress from the by-standers, who assailed me with “''Where'' did you drop it, Ma’m?” Stupid interrogatory! As if I would not have ''picked it up'' had I known where it ''fell''!

Behind the counter but ''one'' yawning shopman adhered to me in my fallen fortunes, and ''he'' had lost all his alacrity:<ref>"Cheerful readiness, promptness, or willingness" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> he stood looking another way, and listlessly drumming with his fingers on the counter, until at length drawling out something about “very sorry ree-ally,” he proceeded to deposit carefully in their former places all ''my'' fancy articles. 

Two beautiful girls close to me, who were pouring forth gold in showers from their purses, lifted their eye-glasses and laughed in my face: (they might have spared this, as they did not offer to pay my account;) but I was too must agonized about my loss, to attend much to their rudeness. Fevered with anxiety about the fate of my letter (which, I remembered, was foolishly “directed in full” to me), I rose, and endeavoring<ref>The original reads, ”endeavouring.”</ref> to conceal the real state of my feelings beneath a smile of heroic indifference, coldly exclaimed, “It is of no consequence:” an assertion which must have been rendered extremely doubtful by my preceding manner. Slowly and sorrowfully I directed my course along the same streets which I had traversed in the morning with happy activity: and, as I could not succeed in concealing my pecuniary<ref> "Of or relating to money; also, having money as the chief concern or focus" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> loss from my lynx-eyed<ref>"An eye as keen as that of a lynx; keen-sighted" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> step-mamma on arriving at home, I was obliged to bear lectures about carelessness, giddiness, and the like, which lasted until bed-time, together with every mortifying suggestion and conjecture as to my little fortune having fallen into the hands of pick-pockets, whereas I ''might'' have consoled suffering innocence by its proper application. 

Thus passed all that wretched day: the ''hope'' I felt that some acquaintance of ours might find my purse, being quite counteracted by the ''dread'' of my severe relation seeing the letter it contained. 

The first article which met my sight next day in one of the morning papers, was an advertisement of my loss inserted by my step-mother, who accurately described both the purse and our residence. In the course of the day a parcel was thrown down the area, and the servant who carried it up to her room, concluded it must have been my purse: I devoutly hoped not, - yet, some way, when ordered to go to the boudoir,<ref> "A small elegantly-furnished room, where a lady may retire to be alone, or to receive her intimate friends; formerly sometimes applied to a man's private apartment" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> I could not help thinking perhaps I should see my money restored, and that most likely the people had destroyed my letter! 

The stately severe inhabitant of the boudoir handed me a letter (happily a greasy-looking one, sealed with a thimble, so it was not ''my'' letter!) thus it ran: - “Madm, has u hadwertized the lost of ure purse, I cee inn the papers, this his to hinform u I dusn’t mean 2 reeturn the munny: butt as I fown a lettr inn itt, axin on a yung uman 2 run a way from ure house, an blowin u up lik funn, i sens that ere lettr bak, an hadvizes u 2 luke arter the ung uman, has shee an her Bo sims a pare off sli uns. Ures til deth<ref> Madame, as you advertized the loss of your purse, I see in the paper, this is to inform you that I don’t mean to return the money. But as I found a letter in it, asking on a young woman to run away from your house, and blowing you up like fun, I send that here letter back, and advise you to look after the young man, as she and her Beau seem a pair of sly ones. Yours till death.</ref>, ''Jigamaree''. <ref>"A sportive or cunning trick and maneuver; also, a fanciful contrivance, which the speaker thinks ridiculous or worthless" [[Works Cited |(OED)]].</ref> ” 

When I had read this consoling epistle, I was desired to prepare instantly for our departure for France, which was now hastened by a week on my account (to escape which separation, Alfred had arranged the elopement). So here I am, staying at a convent near Blois; and, during the two remaining  years of my minority, I shall have nothing to do but think of the loss of my purse, my letter, my fashions, my money, and my lover, all of which were closely dependant on each other. – Have I not cause to exclaim “''Misfortunes never come single!'' <ref>J. Addison, ''The Spectator'', Ed. K. Deighton, London: Macmillian, 1901, ''Google Book Search'', Web, 5 Mar. 2009.</ref>” as a very elegant but starving poet so pathetically observed, when he saw his wife’s three little new-born babies!
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Edited by: [[Menezes, Natasha: section 1, Winter 2009]]


From: [[Volume 2 (The Comic Offering, or Ladies’ Melange of Literary Mirth)]] 

[[category:Short Fiction Titles|Making Purchases, or Misfortunes Never Come Single]] 

[[category: Charlotte F. Sullivan|Making Purchases, or Misfortunes Never Come Single]]