A = M ' ' A^ 1 — ^^^ -n ■== O h = ^555 1 — 9 •'■f'rr '■.•):'^-i>^ v«r^,«r i^^mmi THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES mi'* W3 ^\C\^i' '/ mbp UTsit of 3lubn Jitaiif^tu to Amma^ab JOHN MANESTY, THE LIVERPOOL MERCHANT. BY THE LATE WILLIAM MAGINN, LL.D. WITH illustrations bj) ©eorge Cvuifesfljanfe. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. L LONDON: JOHN MORTIMER, ADELAIDE STREET, TRAFALGAR SQUARE. 1844. ill 11^ TO J. G. LOCKHART, ESQ. THE OLD AND CONSTANT FRIEND OF HER LATE HUSBAND, THIS WORK IS DEDICATED, BY ELLEN R. ]\L\GINN. London,— 16 ,) ' Ail the silver and gold and vessels of brass and iron are consecrated to the Lord ; they shall come into the trea- sury of the Lord.' By the sin of Aclian, 72 JOHN MANESTY. part of tliem were prevented from coming tliere — that is tlie accursed thing, and such is the doctrine of all the churclies. Now, righteous Itowbothara," (and here the words of the Rev. speaker fell from his lips like oil and honey, his voice was subdued, and liis lialf-shut eyes resting with holy fervour and friendship on the glowing nose of the righteous Howbotham,) "are the slaves in the hands of John Manestv, in this sense — in the true sense of the text, taken with the context — are they the accursed thing? — are they kept away from the treasury of the Lord? No. Is the gold and the silver procured by their labours to be deducted from that treasury? No. Is there no dif- ference between Tom Tobin, who, like the railinof Rabshakeh, abused me, even me ! in JOHN MANESTY. 7 Q the market-place of Stockport, last Tuesday, when with vile tongue, he called me an ancient hypocrite " " Yes," whispered Muggins, who had not enjoyed the joke at his shop, " he called him an old humbug." " Tom Tobin, who would waste his ill- gotten wealth in ways of evil, and John Manesty, who will devote it to good pur- poses — who will found chapels, of various denominations — who will send out zealous missionaries, clothed and fed and paid, for the promotion of religion, and will sweeten the churches from the sugar-cane of his bounty. Shall not, then, John Manesty hold these slaves, and hold them for tlie church and its chosen vessels? Yea, I say VOL. I. B 74 JOHN MANESTY. unto thee, rigliteous Rowbotliam — even unto thee— he shall I" The eloquence of this appeal, especially of its latter part, seemed to produce entire conviction in the minds of his auditory, and even the disapproving voice of Roaring Row was lulled to the gentle cooing of a sucking dove. The Reverend Phelim O'Fo- garty drew closer to the host, and was heard to whisper that he had been in the islands, and found the climate to agree with him. Though the reverend man did not deem it necessary at that particular moment to mention that his experience of the West Indies was derived from a smug- gling visit, he having run a cargo of returns for Connell, Driscoll, Sullivan, and Co., of Glengariffe, which, in due course of time, JOHN MANESTT. 75 was safely stranded on the hospitable beach of Dingle-I-Couch, " Is that," said Manesty, interrupting the preacher, " is that your sincere opi- nion ?" " It is," said Quintin Quantock, with solemn emphasis, " mine in all sincerity and good faith." " May I, then," asked Manesty, again turning to the assembled preachers, and speaking slowly and solemnly, " may I re- tain the plantation of Brooklyn Royal, and the slaves thereon, holding them as slaves, and using their labour for my profit, with- out hurt to my conscience, and sin to my soul?" A loud and unanimous consent, in which the voice of the righteous rang forth pre- e2 76 JOHN MANESTY. eminently sonorous, was the instantaneous reply. Manesty gave one grim smile. What passed in his mind we shall not say, but after a moment's pause, he said in a firm and decided tone, " In God's name, then, do I accept the charge." And the preachers devoutly responded Amen ! " I will now," resumed Quantock, " pro- ceed to the second part of the fifteenth sec- tion of my fourth head. In the first place, then " At this moment the hall clock struck eight, and Eebecca, punctual to the moment, according to the custom of the household, announced that supper was ready. " In the first place," continued Quantock, heedless of the interruption " I think," said Manesty, rising, " my JOHN MANESTY. 77 reverend friend, you may defer the conclu- sion of this discourse until after supper." " I only wish," said Quintin, " to press one point. In the fii'st place, then " " Pardon me, my dear sir," said Manesty, laying his hand weightily on the preacher's shoulders, " supper may be spoiled by wait- ing, but no delay can injure the force of your arguments, or the eloquence with which they are enforced." This remark was received with hearty approbation by the auditory, particularly by Broad, who, in spite of his professional quietude, had for the last half hour exhi- bited unequivocal marks of impatience. The preacher yielded to the compliment, or to the savoury flavour which was making its way into the room, and the supper 78 JOHN MANESTY. passed off in the way of all suppers ; but of the remainder of the discourse of Quintin Quantock no man hath heard up to the present hour. Manesty had obtained his point; the fiercest of the abolitionists had declared in favour of his holding the estate. He sent them away rejoicing, each with a sum to be distributed in charity amongst their several congregations ; and if it be sur- mised, according to an ancient proverb, that charity began at home, let not the reader imagine that there was anything peculiar in this case, such being the custom long practised in many a church, of many an age, in many a country. As for Quintin Quantock, the faithful of Bullock Smithy! — alas! for the march of refinement, we JOHN MANESTY. 79 seek for that honoured name in modern maps to no purpose ! It has vanished ; the good old designation, combined of the beef that supported the hearts of the men of England in battle, and of her forges whence came the never-conquered arms which they wielded, has been blotted out, and in its place, with sorrowing heart, we find the mincing title of Rosedale — fit but for albums, where the only forgery is of auto- graphs, or suburban cottages, into which the smell of beef rarely penetrates. Justice requires us to state, that despite the efiemi- nacy of the name, no change has taken place in the manners of the inhabitants, which are still worthy of Bullock Smithy. When the congregation, we say, of the Reverend Quintin Quantock, beheld their 80 JOHN MANESTY. beloved Boanerges clad in a new and goodly- suit of glossy black, and mounted on a stout gelding of undeniable action, well capable of bearing its capacious rider, they would, if they had known whence came the raiment and the steed, have learnt that it is not always imprudent or unprofitable to give advice in conformity with the prede- termined resolution of a wealthy patron. JOHN MANESTY. 81 CHAPTER V. THE LETTER AND THE MYSTERY — JOHN MANESTY DEPARTS FOR THE WEST. INDIES A CONFERENCE BETWEEN THE NEPHEW AND THE CLERK. As usual, quietness reigned in tlie appa- rently immovable household of Pool-lane. The uncle pursued the unvarying tenour of his way. The nephew's suit with Mary Stanley appeared to have made no other progress than that of a more frequent dis- patch of bouquets from Wolsterholme. I am sorry that I cannot afford my fair E 3 82 JOHN MANESTY. readers a more earnest love tale ; but I beg tliem to consider that it is ruled in all the books that the course of true love never doth run smooth, and that the most matter- of-fact writers of anything pretending to romance will not be able to find material for their trade, unless there be something to ruffle the waters on which the bark of the story is wafted. In this case there was nothing. " I loved her and I was beloved," might have been the motto of their ring ; but having said that, all is said. What they hoped, it would be hard to tell; but there is always in such case an angel in prospect, who, down swooping from the sky, is at some time, not fixed by the authorities, to set everything to rights. It seemed, in fact, as if nothing could JOHN MANESTY. 83 have disturbed the repose of that tranquil establishment. Fortune had decreed other- wise. One morning, when the London letters were delivered, amongst them came a missive, uncouth of form, and all but hieroglyphical of superscription. Manesty hastily opened it ; and after the most hur- ried glance at its contents, flung it down again upon the table. "Dead!" said he— "dead! — what a fool!" " Of whom are you speaking, uncle?" asked Hugh, astonished at such unusual emotion. " Who is dead?" " Dead!" said the uncle. "Yes, he is dead" — as he read the letter again, dwelling upon every character as if it deserved the perusal of a life. "It is no , it is nobody, 84^ JOHN MANESTY. nephew, of whom you know anything. We all must die. Let us hope that he died in the Lord. lie was an old friend of mine." He left his unfinished breakfast, and re- mained shut up in his private closet for more than three hours alone. When he emerged upon 'Change, nobody could have discerned any alteration in his manner, or conjectured that anything had occurred to derange him. The eye of his nephew had, however, perceived that something had broken in upon the calm current of his usual equanimity, and he referred in the first place to the books, to find if they con- tained the name of any correspondent whose death might affect the firm or grieve his uncle. He found none. Foiled in this quest, he went to consult JOHN MANESTY. 85 Robiu Sliuckleboroiigli, who, for more than thirty years, had been head clerk of the house, and who knew all the secrets of the establishment, and most of those of them who belonged to it. " Master Hugh," said Eobin, " I knew your uncle before you were born, and he is not a man who likes his affairs to be pried into. But I do think that there is some- thing in that estate of Wolsterholme that I could never fathom the bottom of. Hoav- ever, it is no business of mine ; and mark you. Master Hugh, let it be no business of yours. I suppose somebody is dead of the "Wolsterholmes, and that is the news he heard. He hated them mortally, and was raging enough about it, quiet as he looks now; but that was all before your time, 86 JOHN IVIANESTY. Mr. Hugli. I recollect your grandfather, in whose mouth you would not think butter would melt — he was so mild and easy — mad as a baited bull at Preston Cross, when Miss Hannah — don't be angry, Mr. Hugh — went over to Wolsterholme House. She was a pretty girl, then, and, indeed, she was not much more than a girl to the end of her life, poor lady ; and your uncle was sent after her, and farther beyond than Yorkshire, for your grandfather sent him to follow her to the plantations, to bring her back — but what was the use ? The young people were determined on the match, and they had it. A troubled man was your uncle when he brought you back, and no- body beside — and he took to business. Hard and stern has he stuck to it ever JOHN MANESTY. 87 since. We know, Mr. Hugh, who was that pet sister, and there is no use of saying who is that pet sister's son." " My mother's life and death," said Hugh, hastily, " were, I believe, unfortunate — but of that 1 do not wish to speak. Whose death do you think has thus so visibly dis- turbed my uncle?" " In plain truth, then," said Robin, "I know not. No name is in the books, the instant hanging of the owner of which could for a moment disconcert us. But passing from the dead, is no one alive who plays some discomposing part over the mind of some younger person connected with the firm?" Hugh was two-and-twenty, and at two- and-twenty people will blush. So Hugh did. 88 JOHN JIANESTY. " Never mind," said the old man, " it is all safe with me; but I could guess some- thing when Dick-o'Joe's-o' Sammy 's-o' Jock's was sent special upon Spanker, down to Runcorn, with a large bundle of the latest fiddlededees of ladies' rattletraps hot from London ; and when Jem o'Jenny's was packed off at a rate to break his neck on the governor's own white-legged nag to Wolsterholme, to ride fifty miles, and bring back some rubbishing roses, better than which could have been bought in St. John's market for half-a-dozen pence; and when- '' " Nonsense !" said Hugh, half angry, half smiling — " nonsense, Robin — you are an old fool!". " At all events," said Robin, " I am not ,4 JOHN MANESTY. 89 a young one. And when," continued be, taking up the thread of his interrupted discourse — " and when the plum-coloured satin suit, which came down from Joseph Fletchings and Co., of Lombard-street, London, consigned, not to our house, but to that of a common carrier in Lime-street, Joe Buggins, and a notorious rogue he is, to say nothing of the one-and-two-pence extra it cost, which would have been saved if sent in the regular way to Pool-lane, besides the risk of the goods; and I thought " " And I thought," said Hugh, laughing, " that you need not have made any inquiries about it. But what can have so manifestly annoyed my uncle?" muttered he, as he returned to his desk. 00 JOHN MANESTY. A few hours sufficed to explain. On tlie next morning, contrary to the established custom, he was summoned before breakfast into his uncle's presence. Some vague and indefinite thoughts that this summons might be in some hostile way connected with Mary Stanley, filled him with dread, which was most agreeably dispelled when he found that his uncle's business related to Brooklyn Eoyal. " This West India property," said Ma- nesty, " thrown upon me by chance, and accepted sorely against my will, has in- volved me, every hour since I was con- nected with it, in fresh and fresh annoy- ance. Here, I find, that my unlucky partner has so managed matters, that nothing but utter ruin is to follow, unless I JOHN MANESTY. 91 go in person to remedy the fruits of his absurd and unbusinesslike arrangements. Speaking to him, even if he would give himself the trouble of attending to me, is useless, as he is scarcely ever sober. Every one with whom he has dealt appears to be a bankrupt or a swindler. You know how his accounts stand in our books ; and things are even worse with him than, for his worthy father's sake, I have let you know : what they are, then, in the islands, you may guess. There is, in short, no chance but my personal appearance and exertions to set this crooked matter straight. It is more annoying than you may conjecture. Here am I, Hugh, for one-and-twenty years living in Liverpool, and never during that time one-and-twenty days at a stretch absent 92 JOHN MANESTY. from it, and I confess that the idea of a West Indian voyage is anything but com- for table. I must do it, liowcver, or look upon this unfortunate estate as lost. I start to-morrow evening for London." " To-morrow, uncle !" said Hugh—" so soon?" " Yes," replied Manesty, " to-morrow. I am afraid it may interfere with a certain fishing excursion; but that may wait. Now," added he, with great seriousness of manner, which an attempt at a smile had for a moment interrupted — " now, Hugh, my dear nephew, I can confide everything to your zeal, talent, and integrity. You will find full instructions in my letter-book, and you may implicitly rely on Robert Shuckleborough, who knows intimately all JOHN MANESTY. 93 tlie mechanical parts of our business. There are some private papers of mine, shoukl anything unforeseen occur" — (he dwelt upon these words with peculiar emphasis, and, after a short pause, repeated them) — '' should anything unforeseen occur, which will be found in my old oak cabinet in the garden-room at Wolsterholme. I shall go over there before I depart for London, ar- range the papers in order, and leave with you the key." " Is not this, uncle, a sudden call?" *' A call, my nephew," replied Manesty, " for a longer journey may be made upon us more suddenly. Would that I could as readily and easily prepare for that journey as for this !" A silence followed on the part of both — it was broken by the uncle. 94 JOHN MANESTY. " Hugh," said he, " on your personal honour and mercantile abilities I can surely depend. From one besetting sin of our north country youth I know you will wholly refrain, and I hope that disgrace of any kind will never be mixed up with your name. I am not at heart as harsh as I seem to the world. I shall not, I trust, be unreasonable in your eyes. Let me, then, only say this — I am sure that every lady with whom you are acquainted is worthy of honour and respect, but there is no need of haste in selecting any among them as a partner for life. I shall be some months absent ; you will give me your word as — what you called yourself a few days ago — a gentleman, that nothing of that kind is decided in my absence." JOHN MANESTY. 95 The youug man gave the expected assent with a tear in his eye, but with more soft- ness in his heart towards his rugged kins- man than he had ever felt before. The preparations for departure were made in the same business like style as everything else, and when, in about ten days after- wards, the bonny Jane bent her bows from Gravesend, on her way towards Kingston, she bore upon her deck the unexpected freight of the portly form of Solid John Manesty. " So he has gone!" said Eobin Shuckle- borough. " Manesty and Co. has sailed for Antigua — Manesty and Co. walking no more about Liverpool with his broad- brimmed hat, and snuff-coloured breeches! I was at 'Change to-day, and it looked 9G JOHN MANESTY. quite lonesome without Mancsty and Co. At the stand, by the corner of the old window, where Manesty and Co. stood, nobody went up. I should not wonder if somebody went down. I mention no names, but many a bill is displaced when John Manesty 's desk is shut. God grant that he has got safe to London — it is a dangerous journey — and got safely out of it, too — for it is a perilous place ! It was the spoiling of Dick Hibblethwaite. Mr. Hugh, ten years ago, he was as good and as mild as yourself, and now what is he ? Broken down to nothing. You would not take his bill at seven and a half; — to think of that, of a bill with the name of Eichard Hibblethwaite written across it coming to that!" JOHN MANESTY. 97 " I don't tliink," said Ilugli, '^ that my uncle is under any danger, from the tempta- tions of London or the perils of the way." *' Nor I," said the clerk ; " but this I do know, that when the cat's away, the mice will play — and that, as I see your plum- coloured coat on your back, and your bay mare at the door, the sooner you are off the better, and I'll make up the books." The youthful merchant bit his lip, and, with a slight chagrin, seemed determined to convince Robin that he was mistaken in his suspicions, by returning to the desk and resuming his occupations. But the impa- tience of his stamping horse, the brightness of the sun — the — the something else beside, altered his determination; and to prevent the interposition of another change of mind, VOL. I. F 98 JOHN MANESTY. lie bounded hastily upon his steed, and in a few minutes lost sight of Liverpool, on his galloping journey towards the Dee. " Well," said the head clerk, " I think I may shut up shop, too. The old bird is flown after merchandise, which is one species of roguery — the young bird is hawking after love, which is another species of roguery. There is no roguery in my going to smoke a pipe with old Will Hicklethorp : he and I have smoked together for more than five- and-thirty years, and neither of us can recollect that either he or I was in love. I wish, after all, that Solid John was back again. I am too old for young masters, though Hugh is a good and kind lad indeed. But," continued he, " he will never be able to handle the firm like our present com- JOHN MANESTY. 99 mander. He's the man, Will, for doing business; and sorely will Liverpool miss him the day he goes." Tliese last sentences were addressed to his old friend Hicklethorp, who, having a great talent for silence, made no reply or ob- servation in return. Eobin Shuckleborough having duly hummed the following lines — " Tobacco is an Lidian weed, Springs up at morn, cut down at eve — Think of this when you smoke tobacco," — toddled off from his strong-smelling room of revelry in Juvenal-street, to dream over the events, the whiffs, and the glasses of the day in his residence, located in one of those queer quarters which have since been metamorphosed into the name of Toxtcth Park. f2 JOHN MANESIY. 101 CHAPTER VI. A DISSERTATION ON COCKING — WITH A COCK-FIGHT UNDEE PECULIAR CIRCUMSTANCES — LANCASHIRE GENTLEMEN AT FEAST AND TOURNEY. " The mains are fouglit and past, And the pit is empty now; Some cocks have crow'd their last, And some more proudly crow ! In the shock Of the world, the same we see, Where'er our wand'rings he — So here's a health to thee. Jolly cock !" Sucn were the sounds that rang from tlic Bird and Baby of Preston, at about noon of a fine July day, some eighty years ago. 102 JOHN MANESTY. Loud was the chorus, and boisterous the laughing which attended this somewhat quaint expression of cocking morality. The company to whom it was sung, filled har, parlour, tap, outhouse, gallery, porch, — all the house in fact, — for it was a meet- ing assembled to determine the last great Preston match of North Lancashire against South. All the cockers of the north were there ; at six in the morning the cocks were in the pit ; and by eleven, all was decided. Undoubted pluck had been shewn in byes and mains on the part of the cocks, and much money had changed hands on the part of their backers. We might easily occupy the time of our readers by detailing the conversation during the eventful moment of the contest, but it JOHN ]\IANESTY. 103 would afford very little variety beyond tlie usual growling of losers and exultation of winners, whatever the game may be, both expressed in the most intelligible and em- phatic language, blended with admii-atiou of the gameness or contempt of the dunghill- hood displayed by the various black lackles and ginger piles " engaged in feathery fight," and mixed up with comments on the ability, dexterity, and honesty, or the want of those qualifications, displayed by feeders and setters, delivered in a style which was more distinguished for candour than politeness. Milton declines entering on the details of the wars of the Heptarchy, on the ground that they are no better worth describing than the skirmishes of kites and crows. 104 JOHN MANESTY. Fortified by so great an authority, we too decline chronicling the skirmishes of other pugnacious fowl, trained to war by the sturdy and unsaxonized descendants of the Offas and Pendas in their ancient realm under the dynasty of Hanover. Be it ob- served, that we are not pronouncing a magisterial opinion in disparagement of this venerable diversion. " If the rust of time can hallow any sport, that which we are now entering on (cocking) is in full possession of this precious bedeckment. It is indeed so old, that Ave hardly know from whence to derive its origin. Asia has, hoAvever, the credit of first fostering it; and it seems to have been cultivated by the natives among their earliest games. The first records of China .JOHN MANESTY. 105 note it: in Persia it was early encouraged, in conjunction -with liaAvking and (|uail- figliting; nor was it to Le wondered, that as man became belligerent, lie would, in order to extend his conquests, commence his education by observing the offensive and the defensive operations of animals, thereby the better to regulate his own. " AVlien Themistocles was engaged in warfare with the Persians, he was struck with admiration at the bravery and perse- verance displayed in the battle between the cocks of that people, which was such as to occasion him to exclaim to his admiring army : ' Behold, these do not fight for their household gods — for the monuments of their ancestors — not for glory — not for liberty, nor for the safety of their children, but f3 106 JOHN MANESTY. only because the one will not give way unto the other.' This so encouraged the Grecians, that they ionght gallantly ^^ [John- son did not suspect how etymologically pre- cise was the word on which he stumbled,] " and obtained the victory over the Persians, 'upon which cock-fighting was by a parti- cular law ordained to be annually practised by the Athenians. The inhabitants of Delos were great lovers of the sport; and Tana- gra, a city of Ba30tia, the island of Ehodes, Chalcis in Euboea, and the country of Media, were famous for their generous and magnanimous race of chickens, and it does appear that they had some peculiar method of preparing the birds for battle. Cock- fighting was an institution partly political in Athens, and was continued there for the JOHN MANESTY. 107 purpose of improving the seeds of valour in the minds of their youths ; but it was after- wards perverted and abused, both there and in other parts of Greece, to a common pastime and amusement, without any moral, political, or religious intention, as it is now followed and practised amongst us." We must not pass off all this learning upon our readers as our own; we have taken it from Johnson's Sporting Dictionary — a grand repertory of everything that a sportsman can desire — or rather, if we must deal upon the square, at second-hand from Delabarre Blaine's Encyclopasdia of Eural Sports, one of the most beautiful, exact, copious, and interesting books in the lan- guage. Let, then, the admirers of cocking shelter themselves under the authority of 108 JOHN MANESTY. Tlicmistoclcs, whose panegyric on the wars of cocks might, witli much propriety, be transferred to tlie wars of nations, who seldom engage in them for any real advan- tage to themselves, " but only because one will not give way to the other," — of the Medes and the Persians, the Delians and Tanagrians, and the various dwellers in the several isles and cities, empires and conti" uents, above recounted. They may console themselves, also, with the countenance of Henry the Eighth and James the First, of good Queen Bess (against v^hom " no true sportsman at least will let a dog bark") and Eoger Ascham, and others enumerated in the Encyclopicdia ; and we can, moreover^ relieve them from the apprehension enter- tained by Mr. Blaine, that their " moral, JOHN MANESTY. 109 political, and religious" order has fallen under the grave displeasure of the author of " Don Juan." " It has been supposed," says Mr. Blaine, " from the often quoted words of Lord Byron — • It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking- that he disapproved of this sport, and that, with his accustomed causticity, he therefore disparaged it." The cocking here men- tioned is of a very different kind: it is a cocking where an unfeathered biped is prin- cipal, not backer; and where the leaden bullet, not the silver spur, is set to work* To acquire a taste for this amusement) Lord Byron informs us that the ear must become ''more Irish and less nicej" and, if 110 JOHN MANESTY. nil talcs be true, his lordship's organs of hearing never acquired such a portion of llibernianism or nicety, as not to feel a most particular reluctance to he brought Avithin earshot of that " strange quick jar." Eeturning from our digression, we have only to record that, the battle being over, the genial spirit of Lancashire prevailed, and winners and losers sat down together, the one, to enjoy their triumph ; the others, to console their defeat, over a most sub- stantial dinner served at eleven o'clock. Start not, good reader, in the reign of the fair Victoria; for as the regular dinner- time in the country was, in those days, twelve o'clock, an hour's anticipation was nothing more serious than the necessity of an early visit to the opera, which compels JOHN MANESTY. Ill you to dine at six instead of seven. The company was mixed — groom sate with noble, squire with knight — for gaming of all kinds speedily levels distinctions ; but it contained a large proportion of the aristocratic. Preceding governments had looked upon meetings, under any pretence, of the north- ern gentry, with dislike and apprehension ; but when fear of the Pretender had vanished, this feeling began to pass away. Still, how- ever, if anything of a political kind was suspected, their assemblages were discoun- tenanced ; and the only reunions on which they ventured were those connected with the sports of the field ; and even these were considered by the more zealous partisans of the house of Hanover, to be well worthy of vigilant attention, as being nothing more 112 JOHN MANESTY. than pretexts for bringing together the yet unshaken trjiitors, waiting their time for the triumph of Jacobitism. Such was not the case in the cocking- match with which we are now engaged ; if any Jacobites were present, they confined their manifestation of feeling amid their own select sets to the mysterious toast- drinking, and the significant nods, shrugs, and winks, which formed the main support accorded to the "cause" by its partisans from the day that Charles Edward fled from Culloden, to its final extinction by a natural death, symptoms of the rapid approach of which were strongly visible about the time of our story. The singer of the song, whom we have unceremoniously interrupted, was Sir Theo- JOHN MANESTY. 113 bald Chillingworth, of Chillingworth in the Wold, a baronet of an ancient Catholic family, who, like many of his creed, had recently taken the oaths to George III. ; a step which deeply grieved and much scan- dalized his former friends, hut was excused by Sir Theobald on the ground of expe- diency. He took the oaths, he said, to put his estates out of jeopardy; and in order, we presume, to shew how prudent was his regard for the preservation of his property, he instantly went upon the turf. The time had passed when his manors ran any danger from the state or the law; it is needless to say that the reverse was the case among his new associates. In short, he got rid of some fifty thousand pounds in the first three years; but he still 114 JOHN MANESTY. kept up his stud, maintaining, with many a round oath, that as his grandfather had left him so many slow old aunts to provide for, he thought it only fair to keep some fast young horses for himself. By pursuing this course, he quickly reduced a property of fifteen thousand a-year to something like fifteen hundred ; but as the annuitant old ladies died off* faster than he expected, he was now, in the tenth year of his turfism, still able to keep afloat. He had that morning lost, what was called a cool hundred, upon cocks which he had declared to be invincible, especially as he had been let into the secret. If he could have heard the laughing conversation of the breeders on whom he depended, and who were then drinking in the porch, which JOHN RIANESTY. 115 proved, amid many knowing winks, that the birds had heen sold to him for the express purpose of losing this match, by trainers, who had indeed let himself and his friends into the secret, but unfortunately — on the wrong side ! " It is to be regretted," says Mr. Blaine, " that even in this sport, as it was formerly in race-horse training, all was conducted under a veil of mystery, so it yet remains with the feeding and training of cocks to fight Each feeder, trainer, and setter, has his secrets, but whether they be * secrets worth knowing' is not quite so clear." The makers of cock-matches have their mystery, indeed; it, however, does not lie in the feeding and training department, 116 JOHN MANESTY. being only a branch of that great mystical science, -which long rendered the pit and the ring arenas of theft and swindling, and has at last marked them down as nuisances to be abated, and which is at present at work to produce the same catastrophe for the turf. Perhaps this cool hundred, to say nothing of the half-gallon of beer he had swalloAved in the course of the morning, may account for the sentimentality of his song, which, however, in spite of its " pale cast of thought," was delivered by Sir Theobald in a voice that drowned the Babel-like clamour of dissertation upon handling, feeding, phy- sicking, sweating, sparring, weighing, cutting out, training, trimming, bagging, spurring, setting, and so forth, ringing noisily through the parlour. JOHN MANESTY. 117 " The mains are fought and past, And tlie pit is empty now; Some cocks have crow'd their hist And some more proudly crow ! In the shock Of the world, the same we see, Wliere'er our wanderings be — So here's a health to thee, Jolly cock! " When once we're stricken down. And the spur is in the throat, We're surely overcrown By the world's insulting note, Fierce in mock ! However game we be. In our days of strength and glee — So here's a health to thee. Jolly cock! " Then, when eyes and feathers right. And spurs are sharp and prime, 118 JOHN MANESTY. In condition foi' the fight, And sure to come to time As a clock, Let us crow out fresh and free, And not think of what may be- So here's a health to thee, Jolly cock!" " I'll be shot," said he, as he con- cluded, " if I don't give up cocking ! It's no fun to be done as I have been this morning." " Give up cocking !" said a tall, thin, pale-faced young fellow, with somewhat of a small, soft voice, sounding more of London than of Lancashire — " never, Toby my boy ! Once booked, booked for life ! Didn't you know the last Earl of Bardolph ? he is now about seventeen years dead " JOHN BIANESTY. 119 " That was in the year when I fought Broiighton," interrupted a gentleman, whose name, we regret to say, we cannot collect from any tradition or record of the time, but who was known among his companions by the cognomen of " Broken-nosed Bob." The accident which gave him claim to the appellation occurred in a pugilistic turn-up with the celebrated Broughton, the bruiser — so were gentlemen of his profession then called — for which he gave Broughton the sum of five guineas, a ruffled shirt, and a gold-laced hat — receiving, in exchange, a dislocation of the shoulder, a sorely damaged nose, and what was, perhaps, a full recom- pence for all, an opportunity of telling, or attempting to tell, the story for the re- mainder of his life. 120 JOHN MANESTY. '' Well," continued Lord Eandy, not heeding the interruption — " the old buck was my grand-uncle, and the family were duly stricken in grief at his departure. We all took leave of him in due form ; for my part, I went through the ceremony with great pleasure, having no more pleasing reminiscence of my grim-looking relation, than his occasional bambooing me with a long cane, with which he used to walk, if I ever crossed his path in the garden." " I say, my lord," said a gentleman, whose leading propensities may be guessed, by his being known in his own set as Swipey Sam—" I say, my lord," said he, stirring a bowl of punch which he had just brewed — " I say, my lord, didn't he leave you the Oxendale property ?" JOHN MANESTY. 121 " He did, Sarn," replied Lord Eandy; " the Lord rest his soul for it! as Sir Toby would say ; and it lias gone the gentlemanly road of all property — over the taLle at White's ! I mortgaged it to my father, and I call that a right good hedge !" There followed a roar of laughter, at the expense of the Earl of Silverstick, the stiif father of the loose Lord Randy, who, wish- ing to keep the family estates together, saw no better method than purchasing, through an agent, all the maternal property inherited by his son, as fast as Randy got rid of it. It is perfectly unnecessary to say that as the earl took care to entail each estate as he purchased it, the agent and the young lord perfectly understood eacli other. " However," continued Lord Randy, " the VOL. I. G 122 JOHN MANESTY. old fellow was heartily liked by all his ser- vants and dependents." " Here's his health !" said Sam. " And Joe, the groom — who, by the bye, is the very man that keeps this house, and was then a younker — asked and obtained permission to see the old earl, as he lay upon his dying bed. The scene was, no doubt, pathetic in the extreme. Joe con- sidered my uncle, in the language of the stable, as the way of getting on the road he was about to go. My uncle, who, of course, had reared Joe from his childhood, gave him the best advice to continue in the career in which he had been trained — the results of which you may see in Joe's nose, at this minute." " He is not a bad fellow, though he has JOHN MANESTY. 123 done me out of a dozen pieces this morning, — here's his health!" said Sam. " Isn't this all true, Joe," said Lord Randy to the landlord, who had just entered with a fresh cargo of fluids. " Ay, my lord," said Joe; "I think I see the old earl now, lying upon the damask bed, with the rich green curtains hanging over him, and your lordship's mother's family arms worked in gold over the bed- head, and a table by his side, with a prayer- book, a posset-cup, the Racing Calendar, and a tankard of ale, though, poor old fellow, (saving your lordship's presence,)" — and here Joe snivelled, and wiped away a tear, — " he couldn't drink it." " A bad case," remarked Sam ; " I could G 2 124 JOHN MANESTY. almost cry myself. Nonfait qualis''' — and lie took a glass of punch. *' And his poor old fiice, God bless it! worn down like the edge of a hatchet, and his eye half-awake, half-asleep, and his long grey hair tossed over the pillow, for he was too much of a man to wear a nightcap; and says he — " ' Who's there?' " I says, ' I, my lord — it is I,' says I. " * And who the devil are you?' said he; for he had always a pleasant way of speaking. " * It is Joe, the groom,' said I, ' my lord.' " So he woke up a bit, and he said, ' Joe,' says he, ' I am booked ; bet any odds against me, and you are sure. Every race must have an end, Joe.' JOHN MANESTY. 125 " And lie strove to drink out of the tankard, but could not lift it. My heart bleeds to think of it this moment. So there were three or four nurse-tenders, and valy- di-shams, and other such low raggabrash about the room, for he had taken leave, as you know, my lord, of his relations, and would let none of them come any more near him; he turned these cattle out at once with a word, and away the lazy vermin went. " ' Now, Joe,' says he, ' this is a dead beat, and there's an end: I'm past the post.' " So I looked astonished like, and did not know what to say. ' But,' says I, ' don't give up, my lord; there's a great deal in second wind. You may be in for the cup yet. I wish I could do aught for your lordship.' 126 JOHN MANESTY. " So the old lord he once more brightened up, and says he to me, ' Joe,' says he, * could you smuggle a few cocks into this room, without the knowledge of Lady Silver- stick?' — that's your lordship's mother, his niece. " ' Couldn't I,' says I. " So I slipped down, and brought 'em up in a couple of bags, by the backstairs — your lordship knows them well — they were the beautifuUest cocks you ever seed. Sir Toby ; — and I brought 'em into the room, as dark as night — nobody twigged me. " So his lordship strove to rise in his bed. * It is no go, Joe,' says he ; * but prop me up with the pillows, and parade the poultry.' " Well, it would warm the heart of a JOHN MANESTY. 127 Christian, to see the poor old lord how glad he was when he saw the cocks — Wasn't they prime ! I believe you, they were, for I had picked the best out for his lordship. " ' Joe,' says he, * cocking is nothing without betting. Put your hand under my pillow, and you will find the twenty-five guineas that is meant for the doctor — have you any money, Joe?' " ' I have fivepence-ha'penny, in ha'- pence, my lord,' says I. " ' Quite enough,' says his lordship. ' Now, Joe, I back the ginger-pill' (and a good judge of a cock he was, almost as good as yourself, Sir Theobald) ' against any cock in the bag ; my guinea always against your halfpenny.' "So to it we went; one match he won, 128 JOHN MANESTY. one matcli I won — one match I lost, one match he lost ; and what with one bet and another, his lordship got my fivepence- ha'penny out of me." " That was a cross, Joe," said Lord Kandy. '• Honour bright, my lord, it was not," replied Joe, quickly; " for I was reared by my lord, himself, and I could not, when I once was in it, and the cocks did their work. So, when his last cock was crow- ing over mine, says he, ' Joe, you're done — cleared out ! ' and he took a fit of laugh- ing — poor old master! it was the last laugh he had in this world ! His jaw began to drop, and I got frightened, and I called in the valy-di-shams. Lord love you ! how they stared when they saw the cocks dead. JOHN MANESTY. 129 and the old lord dying. They ran up to him, but lie took no notice of them, but beckoned as well as he could for me ; he took my coppers with his left hand, and scraped them into his bed from the table-— as why shouldn't he? for they was fairly won — and shoved over the green silk purse, with his five-and-twenty guineas in it, to me. The guineas, my lord, are long since gone ; but the purse hangs on the wall opposite my bed-head, that I may see it when I wake every morning. I would not give that old purse for the best breed of cocks in Lancashire, and that's the best breed in the world." " You are a trump, Joe," said Sam, visibly affected; — " here's your health!" " And then he cast his eye upon the g3 130 JOHN MANESTY. cocks, and the bird lie had last backed gave one great, loud crow, and the old man's head sunk on the pillow, and he died." " A noble end for your ancestor, Lord Randy," said Sir Theobald, half sneeringly. " How does your lordship intend to die — dice-box in hand, I suppose?" " The less we talk of people's ends in this company, Toby, the better," replied Lord Randy; ^' an accident happened to a friend of yours in Carlisle, some sixteen years ago." " I thought, my lord," said Sir Toby, angrily, " that subject was forbidden amongst us. My father suffered but the fate of many gallant men, in a cause which I would call wrong, or, at least, mis- guided." JOHN MANESTY. 131 " I know well what your father would call you," said Lord Randy, " and that is, ' a Hanover Eat.' " " What my father would call me," said Sir Theobald, " I know not, hut I do know there is no man here that would dare call me so." " Pooh, pooh!" interrupted Sam — " ' Natis in usum l«titia3 scyplus, Pugnare thracum est.' " Which some thirty years after the date of this quarrel was thus translated by Pro- fessor Porson : — " ' Pistols and balls for six!' — Wliat sport! How diflferent from, ' Fresh lights and port!' " " Toss off your glasses," continued Sam. 132 JOHN MANESTY. " Here, I give you a toast. Here's ' the King!' " " By all means," said Randy ; " I was at his coronation. Here's ' the King !' hut not your King, Tohy!" " If you say that again, Lord Handy," said Sir Theohald, in high dudgeon, " I'll knock you down ! " " That puts me in mind," said Broken- nosed Boh, " of the day I fought Broughton, when " " Do you say so?" said Lord Randy. " Are you quite in earnest?" " Quite!" returned Sir Theohald. " Then," said Lord Randy, rising, glass in hand, hut still in an attitude of defence, " just for the sake of seeing how you will feet ahout doing that, Tohy, my friend, I iyton-^ (3TiM.k_?k&Aikl_, 3tch. Mibivlrthuvairr intrrriuUini^ tlir tnjbr hrrmrrn i'nn> IRaii^u miY .^ir ^1 britbah'i (ihiUiiuinmrtl) JOHN MANESTY. 133 give ' tlie King, and not your King,' Sir Theobald Cliillingworth!" Down went the contents of the glass, and, in a moment after, down went the viscount. Sir Theobald was as good as his word. Though his lordship's appearance, com- pared with that of the heavy Lancashire squires about him, was what, if they had known the word, they would call effeminate, he was up in an instant, and ready for the contest. The delight of the polished com- pany was intense. "A ring, a ring!" shouted Sam; " and here's the health of the best man!" " On the day that I fought Broughton," said Broken-nosed Bob, pushing into the circle; but the rest of his remark was 134 JOHN MANESir. lost, for hits were rapidly interchanged, and in the rally, Sir Theobald went down. " Come," said he, on getting up again, " as we are in for it, let us settle how we are to fight. In the good old manner of Lancashire, or the new-fangled fashion which has come from London ? " " Any way you like," replied Lord Randy. " Up and down," said Sir Theobald, " rough and tumble, in-lock and out-lock, cross-buttock and " " Any way you like, I say, and do your damn'dest, I am ready for you." Such were the manners of the sporting classes of Lancashire, of all ranks, within the memory of man. The viscount or the baronet, in London or in Paris, would, without reluctance, have drawn the small- JOHN MANESTY. 135 sword, or cocked the pistol to avenge a blow ; in their own native shire, they con- sidered it more manly to clench the dispute by the arms which nature gave them ; and the public opinion of the circle by which they were surrounded, infinitely awarded the preference to the direct personal con- flict, as the surest test of proving which was the better man. It is no part of our province to decide whether the pistol or the fist is the more rational instrument to assert a claim to the title of gentleman. The combatants went to work in earnest. We confess ourselves incompetent to de- scribe, in proper scientific phraseology, this pugilistic encounter throughout its further progress, or detail the incidents which gave such unieignod delight to the spectators; 13G JOHN MANESTY. still more do we regret that we cannot ex- press that delight in the ancient dialect used by the gentlemen themselves. But we know enough of the lingua Lancas- trie7isis to render us scrupulous of attempt- ing an imitation, which we are conscious would be a failure. It is a good, solid, dialective variation of the Anglo-Saxon, which should not be spoiled by the mimicry of an intruder. Hear it in Oldham or Ashton-under-Lyne, the chief and yet un- civilized capitals of this fast-shrinking tongue ; or read it in the works of honest Joe Collier, who has, under the name of Tim Bobbin, imperishably recorded the ad- ventures of Tummas and the kindness of Meary. In not moj'e, but less vernacular English, we shall proceed to tell our tale. JOHN MANESTY. 137 " Goodness me ! " said Joe, the landlord, rushing in — " here's a to-do. My lord! my lord!— Sir Toby! Sir Toby!— Mr. Kobert! — Sam! — everybody! Is this a thing — no, no !" " No interruption, Joe," said Broken- nosed Bob, who was holding the bottle for Sir Theobald; "on the day I fought Broughton, I would not have " "Good God! My lord! Sir Theobald !— Sir Theobald! my lord! Will nobody part? I wish I could see the face of Gallows Dick !" " Wished in good time, Joe!" said a smart young fellow, in top-boots, round frock, and laced cocked-hat, wlio came riding into the yard upon a bright chesnut mare, small in her proportions, but evi- 138 JOHN MANESTY. dently of first-rate blood, bone, and sinew. " Wished in good time, Joe ! for here's the man whom you invoke by that compli- mentary title. What's the row? What! Tickletoby, my baronet — what! my long viscount, is this the way you settle your bets with one another at the Bird and Baby? Will you, lout, take the mare? — softly, there — softly, Jessy! Now then, gentlemen !" and he jumped into the ring. Both combatants, on seeing the well- known slight and agile figure of this half- jockey, half-gentleman, made a pause, taking advantage of which, he proceeded to rattle out — " A bowl of punch and a couple of buckets of water! Work has been done I see — let it be enough for the day. What's the fight JOHN MANESTY. 139 about — a wench, a liorse, or a main of cocks?" " They are fighting about their grand- fathers," said Sam; " genus et proavos et quod nonfecimus ipsi. Had not we better, Dick, adjourn to the tap, and look after quod facer e possumusf^ " Randy, Randy!— Toby, Toby! stuff-— stuff! My good fellows, mere nonsense; listen to me. My lord, your father is on the road ; I spanked by the old gentleman about twelve miles off, at , an hour ago ; and as he was tooling it at the rate of five miles an hour, it will not be long before he is up. So wash the filthy witness from thy face, as I heard Garrick say last week in some play or other. And, Sir Toby, the high sheriff told me that Grab, 140 JOHN MANESTY. the bum-bailiff, would be after you at this cocking match to-day, which was one of the reasons why Sir Lauucelot himself did not wish to come; and you know if you arc once pinned now, it's all up with the bets on the Leger." Something in the eloquence of this light- weight orator seemed to touch the parties. After a few sulky seconds, — for neither had hit sparingly, — the bowl having made its appearance, the mist cleared away, and the conversation resumed its usual hearty and clamorous tone. " A song, Dick Hibblethwaite ;" said Sam, who had by tacit consent assumed the presidency of the board. " Here's your health, Dick ; I've known you now for many a day, and I never heard of your refusing ' JOHN MANESTY. 141 a glass, or being backward in a stave. Sing anything you like — indoctum sed duke hihenti.^^ *' May I die of thirst," said the gentle- man thus called upon, " if I sing a song or answer a health unless I am properly pro- posed in a speech" — a resolution highly approved of by the company, and, with unanimous vociferation, Sam was instantly proclaimed public orator. Samuel Orton was second son of Sir Samuel Orton, of Ortonfells, who, after the preliminary passages of education, had en- tered a gentleman commoner of Pembroke College, Oxford, and there proceeding througli those mysterious avenues that lead to the seven sciences, emerged, in due course of time, a master of arts. He had 142 JOHN MANESTY. taken some honours in his progress, and had imbibed a considerable quantity of learning, and a still more considerable quantity of punch. His collegiate date was about the time that Gibbon says the monks of Maudlin were immersed in Tory politics and ale, and when Gray gives somewhat the same account of their Whig rivals of Peterhouse. In both these exciting stimu- lants, as dealt forth on the banks of the Isis, did Sam deeply dip; and if he never wrote the " Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," nor the " Elegy in a Country Churchyard," yet many a decline and fall had it been his lot to experience in his proper person, and many a maudlin tear had he shed over departed flagons in a country pothouse. JOHN MANESTY. 143 Sam, in short, had been destined for the fat living of Everton-cum- Toffy ; but as the incumbent, whose succession had been pur- chased when he was seventy, had most unreasonably persisted in living on beyond ninety, Sam, though somewhat past thirty, had not as yet taken orders. He had, therefore, nothing to do but to cool his everlasting thirst with whatever fluid (ex- cept water) was at hand ; and being of one of the best families in the palatinate, with sufficient money in his pockets to pay his way, endowed with perfect good nature, and gifted with the faculty of decided compliance with the frailties and foibles of every indi- vidual whom he chanced to meet, it was no wonder that he became a general favourite among the careless and the gay. He once 144 JOHN MANESTY. had been a tolerably good scholar, and '^ the scent of the roses would hang round him still ;" for, even in the midst of his tipsiness, bits and scraps of classicality tumbling forth would still denote the artium magister. " Men of Athens," said he, rising, with punch-ladle in hand, which he waved like a sceptre over the Lancashire squirearchy, " first, I invoke the gods and goddesses all and sundry ; next, do I pray you to hear me patiently concerning this Hibblethwait- ides, a native of the island of Liverpool. Born was he of parents who bestowed not upon him the gifts of the Muses, but those of Plutus, a nobler deity." " Far nobler!" said Lord Randy. " I drink your health, my lord," said Sam, suiting the action to the word. JOHN MANESTY. 145 '^ Forests and woods and chases they had none to give — battlements of stone none were his — tracts of moorland to him fell not any — and he therefore," said Sam, taking another glass, and looking round slily on the company — " he therefore never lost them. Member of an ancient commercial firm, Ilibblethwaite Richard, as they put it in the directory first, and then, partner of the house of Hibblethwaite, Manesty, and Co., cut the concern, leaving to the middle member the disgust and disgrace of inquir- ing into the price of corn and cotton ! from which time, he, no longer Hibblethwaite Richard, but Dick Ilibblethwaite, or Gal- lows Dick, hath joined us, and become a gentleman. One blemish, however, not to laud him as a faultless character, which the VOL. I. H 14G JOHN MANESTY. world never saw, my lords and gentlemen, he retained ; the habit of paying bills, and looking generally in vain for payment in others — I therefore have great pleasure in announcing to him that he has lost this morning fifty-four pounds to my friend, Broken-nosed Bob, and of drinking his very good health. 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