UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES u*> j jS2ES2 CUAICOAt SKETCIES * Lite Seen \fr / c Tie in a. Me C 5 j^SEra B c.xEAL WITH ORIGINAL DESIGNS BYDARLEY PHILADELPHIA, T.B.PETERSON a BROS. CHARCOAL SKETCHES, BY JOSEPH C. NEAL. Mons'u.4 warm, Miss ; and dancing makes it mons'usser." Page 110. PHILADELPHIA: T. B. PETERSON. CHARCOAL SKETCHES OH, SCENES IN A METROPOLIS. BY JOSEPH C.,NEAL, OP "PETER PLODDT," " MISFORTUNES OP PETER PABEP," 3llinstrati0ns. P I) H a LI c I p I) i a : T. B. PETERSON AND BROTHERS, 306 CHESTNUT STREET. Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1846, by CAREY AND HART, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. COliLINS, PRINTER. T6 INTRODUCTION. AMONG the publications of late years, we have Pencil Sketches, Crayon Sketches, Pen and Ink Drawings, Pencillings by the Way, and other works deriving their titles from the pursuits of the draughtsman. To avoid plagiarism, therefore, while following the fashion, this humble volume is presented bearing the unambitious name which heads its pages. There is certainly nothing very imposing about it ; but charcoal has its uses and its capabilities ; and the sketcher is content if he has been able even to approach any of the broaa effects which can b'5 dashed off by the aid of an article so homely. A number of the trifles contained in the volume are familiar to newspaper readers, under the gene- ral title of " City Worthies." Although mere fancy portraits, farcical in their nature, and written for a temporary purpose, they were received with such unexpected favour as to induce their publication in the present form. The collection also comprises 418587 4 INTRODUCTION. other sketches which at least have novelty on then side, if " worthy" of no other credit. But whether the letter-press be amusing or not, the illustrations by Johnston are replete with hu- mour and graphic skill. They who yawn in the perusal of our pages, can therefore turn for refresh- ment to the comicalities of the etcher, and excuse the dulness perpetrated by the pen, in laughing over the quaint characteristics embodied by our American Cruikshank. - Trusting that some portion of the Charcoal Sketches may be well received, they are now com- mitted to the reader. If he will not smile, the writer has laboured in vain ; and if he frown, there is no remedy but submission. To avoid mis- take, however, and to borrow a hint from the familiar story of the painter who was advised to place beneath his pictures the name of the object he wished to represent, it may not be amiss to state that these productions involve a design upon the risibles of the " pensive public." Should there be a failure in our deep intent, it adds another to the long list of cases wherein the will has been unable to achieve the deed. CONTENTS. PAT, a OLYMPUS PUMP; OR, THE POETIC TEMPERAMENT - 7 'Tis ONLY MY HUSBAND ..... 16 ORSON DABBS, THE HITTITE 31 ROCKY SMALT; OR, THE DANGERS OF IMITATION - 39 UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF P. PlLGARLICK PlGWIGGEN, ESQ. - - - - 50 THE BEST-NATURED MAN IN THE WORLD - - 60 A PAIR OF SLIPPERS; OR, FALLING WEATHER - 70 INDECISION. DUBERLY DOUBTINGTON, THE MAN WHO COULDN'T MAKE UP HIS MIND 79 DILLY JONES; OR, THE PROGRESS OF IMPROVEMENT 93 THE FLESHY ONE 100 GARDEN THEATRICALS - - - - - - 114 PETER BRUSH, THE GREAT USED Up - - - - 130 Music MAD ; OR, ^E MELOMANIAC ... 142 RIPTON EUMSEY; A TALE OF THE WATERS - - 155 A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW ; OR, THE DECLINE AND FALL OF TlfPLETON TlPPS 163 GAMALIEL GAMBRIL; OR, DOMESTIC UNEASINESS - 183 THE CROOKED DISCIPLE ; OR, THE PRIDE OF MUSCLE 194 FVDGET FYXINGTON ...... 307 ILLUSTRATIONS. PAOH Clvmpus Pump fating title-page. The Best-natured Man in the World 66 The Fleshy One 110 Ripton Runisev. 158 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. OLYMPUS PUMP; OR, THE POETIC TEMPERAMENT. IT is said that poetry is on the decline, and that as man Burrounds himself with artificial comforts, and devotes his energies to purposes of practical utility, the sphere of imagination becomes circumscribed, and the worship of the Muses is neglected. We are somewhat disposed to assent to this conclusion ; the more from having remarked the fact that the true poetic temperament is not so fre- quently met with as it was a few years since, and that the outward marks of genius daily become more rare. Where the indications no longer exist, or where they gradually disappear, it is but fair to conclude that the thing itself is perishing. There are, it is true, many de- lightful versifiers at the present moment, but we fear that though they display partial evidences of inspiration upon paper, the scintillations are deceptive. Their conduct seldom exhibits sufficient proof that they are touched with the celestial fire, to justify the public in regarding them as the genuine article. Judging from the rules formerly considered absolute upon this point, it is alto- gether preposterous for your happy, well-behaved, well- dressed, smoothly-shaved gentleman, who pays his debts, CHARCOAL SKETCHES. and submits quietly to the laws framed for the govern- ment of the uninspired part of society, to arrogate to himself a place in the first rank of the sons of genius, whatever may be his merits with the gray goose quill. There is something defective about him. The divine afflatus has been denied, and though he may flap his wings, and soar as high as the house-tops, no one can think him capable of cleaving the clouds, and of playing hide and seek among the stars. Even if he were to do so, the spectator would either believe that his eyes de- ceived him, or that the successful flight was accidental, and owing rather to a temporary density of the atmo- sphere than to a strength of pinion. The true poetic temperament of the old school is a gift as fatal, as that of being able to sing a good song is to a youth with whom the exercise of the vocal organ is no\ a profession. It was and to a certain extent is an axiom, that an analogy almost perfect exists between the poet and the dolphin. To exhibit their beautiful hues they must both be on the broad road to destruction. We are fully aware that it has been supposed by sceptical spirits that there is some confusion of cause and effect in arriv- ing at this conclusion, that there is no sufficient reason that genius should be a bad citizen. The existence of an irresistible impulse to break the shackles of conven- tionalism has been doubted by the heterodox. They de- clare that a disposition to do so is felt by most men, and that aberrations are indulged in, partly from a principle of imitation, because certain shining lights have thought proper to render themselves as conspicuous for their ec- centricities as for their genius, and chiefly from a belief that society expects such wanderings, and regards them with lenity. But analysis is not our forte, even if we were disposed to cavil at such convenient things as OLYMPUS PUMP. 9 lumping generalities. Your inquiring philosophers are troublesome fellows, and* while we content ourselves with the bare fact, let them seek rerum cognoscere causas. It is, however, a satisfaction to know that the full- blooded merino is not yet quite extinct. Olympus Pump is the personification of the temperament of which we speak. Had there been a little less of the divine essence of poesy mingled with the clay of which he is composed, it would have been better for him. The crockery of his moral constitution would have been the more adapted to the household uses of this kitchen world. But Pump delights in being the pure porcelain, and would scorn the admixture of that base alloy, which, while it might render him more useful, would diminish his ornamental quali- ties. He proudly feels that he was intended to be a mantel embellishment to bear bouquets, not a mete utensil for the scullery ; and that he is not now fulfilling his destiny, arises solely from the envy and uncharitable- ness of those gross and malignant spirits with which the world abounds. Occupied continually in his mental laboratory, fabricating articles which he finds unsaleable, and sometimes stimulating his faculties with draughts of Scheidam, the " true Hippocrene," he slips from station to station, like a child tumbling down stairs ; and now, having arrived at the lowest round of fortune's lad- der, he believes it was envy that tugged at his coat tails, and caused his descent, and that the human race are a vast band of conspirators. There are no Maecenases in these modern times to help those who will not help them- selves ; no, not even a Capel Lofft, to cheer the Pumps of the nineteenth century. No kindly arm toils at the handle : and if he flows, each Pump must pump fo^ himself. Such, at least, is the conclusion at which Olym 10 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. pus has arrived, and he has melancholy reasons for be- lieving that in his instance he is correct. Thus, while Ins mind is clothing its varied fancies in rich attire, and his exulting spirit is gambolling and luxuriating in the clover and timothy of imagination's wide domain, or drinking fairy Champagne and eating canvass-back ducks in air-drawn palaces, his outward man is too frequently enduring the sad reverse of these unreal delights. He may often be seen, when the weather is cold, leaning his back against a post on the sunny side of the street ; his hands, for lack of coin, filling his, roomy pockets; his curious toes peeping out at crannies to see the world ; an indulgence extended to them by few but the Pump family ; and his elbows and knees following the example of his lower extremities. Distress, deep thought, or some other potent cause has transplanted the roses from the garden of his cheek to that no longer sterile promon- tory his nose, while his chin shows just such a stubble as would be invaluable for the polishing brush of a boot- black. But luckily the poetic temperament has its compensa- tions. When not too much depressed, Olympus Pump has a world of his own within his cranium ; a world which ehould be a model for that without, a world in which there is nothing to do, and every thing to get for the ask- ing. If in his periods of intellectual abstraction, the external atmosphere should nip his frame, the high price of coal affects him not. In the palace of the mind, fuel costs nothing, and he can there toast himself brown free of expense. Does he desire a tea-party ? the guests are in his noddle at his call, willing to stay, or ready to depart, at his command, without " standing on the order of their going ;" and the imagined tables groan with viands which wealth might exhaust itself to procure. OLYMPUS PUMP. 11 Does he require sweet music? the poetic fancy can perform an opera, or manufacture hosts of Frank John- sons in the twinkling of an eye ; and the celestial crea- tures, who waltz and galope in the spacious salons of his brain-pan, are endowed with loveliness which reality can never parallel. With such advantages, Pump, much as he grumbles, would not exchange the coruscations of his genius, which flickerpnd flare like the aurora borealis, for a " whole wilderness" of comfort, if it were necessary that he should entertain dull, plodding thoughts, and make himself " generally useful." Can he not, while he warms his fingers at the fire of imagination, darn his stockings and patch his clothes with the needle of his wit ; wash his linen and his countenance in the waters of Helicon ; and, sitting on the peak of Parnassus, devour imaginary fried oysters with Apollo and the Muses ? But either " wool gathering" is not very profitable, or else the envy of which Pump complains is stronger than ever ; for not long since, after much poetic idleness, and a protracted frolic, he was seen, in the witching time of night, sitting on a stall in the new market house, for the very sufficient reason that he did not exactly know where else lodging proportioned to the state of his fiscai department could be found. He spoke : " How blue ! how darkly, deeply, beautifully blue ! not me myself, but the expanse of ether. The stars wink through the curtain of the air, like a fond mother to her drowsy child, as much as to say hush-a-by-baby to a wearied world. In the moon's mild rays even the crags of care like sweet rock-candy shine. Night is a Carthagenian Hannibal to sorrow, melting its Alpine steeps, whilst buried hope pops up revived and cracks UP rosy shins. Day may serve to light sordid man to 12 CHARCOAI SKETCHES. his labours ; it may be serviceable to let calabashes and squashes see how to grow ; but the poetic soul sparkles beneath the stars. Genius never feels its oats until after sunset ; twilight applies the spanner to the fireplug of fancy to give its bubbling fountains way ; and mid- night lifts the sluices for the cataracts of the heart, and cries, Pass on the water !' Yes, and economically con- sidered, night is this world's Spanish cloak ; for no mat- ter how dilapidated or festooned one's apparel *ay be, the loops and windows cannot be discovered, and we look as elegant and as beautiful as get out. Ah !" con- tinued Pump, as he gracefully reclined upon the stall, " it's really astonishing how rich I am in the idea line to-night. But it's no use. I've got no pencil not even a piece of chalk to write 'em on my hat for my next poem. It's a great pity ideas are so much of the soap- bubble order, that you can't tie 'em up in a pocket hand- kerchief, like a half peck of potatoes, or string 'em on a stick like catfish. I often have the most beautiful notions scampering through my head with the grace, but alas ! the swiftness too, of kittens especially just before I get asleep but they're all lost for the want of a trap ; an intellectual figgery four. I wish we could find out the way of sprinkling salt on their tails, and make 'em wait till we want to use 'em. Why can't some of the meaner souls invent an idea catcher for the use of genius ? I'm sure they'd find it profitable, for I wouldn't mind owing a man twenty dollars for one myself. Oh, for an idea catcher !" Owen Glendower failed in calling up spirits, but the eloquence of Pump was more efficacious. In the heavy shadow of a neighbouring pile of goods a dark mass ap- peared to detach itself, as if a portion of the gloom had suddenly become animated. It stepped forth in the OLYMPUS PUMP. 13 likeness of a man, mysteriously wrapped up. whose eyes glared fiercely, and with a sinister aspect, as he advanced towards the poet. Pump stared in silence he felt like an idea, and as if the catcher were close at hand, ready to pounce upon it. " Catching the idea" for once seemed a disagreeable operation. The parties confronted each other for a time without saying a word. A cloud hurrying across the moon lent additional terror to the scene, and the unknown, to Pump's astonished vision, appeared to swell to a supernatural size. The stranger, at last, waved his arm, hemmed thrice, and in the deep, deci- sive tones of one used to command, said : " It's not a new case it's been decided frequent. It's clearly agin the ordination made and j ovided, and it's likewise agin the act" "Ah me! what act?" ejaculated the astonished Pump. " To fetch yourself to anchor on the stalls. It isn't what the law considers pooty behaviour, and no gem- man would be cotched at it. To put the case, now, would it be genteel for a man to set on the table at dinner-time ? Loafing on the stalls is jist as bad as rolling among the dishes." " Oh, is that all ? I'm immersed in poetic conceptions ; I'm holding sweet communion with my own desolate affections. Leave me, leave me to the luxuriance of imagination ; suffer me, as it were, to stray through the glittering realms of fancy." " What ! on a mutton butcher's shambles ? Bless you, I can't think of it for a moment. My notions is rigid, and if I was to find my own daddy here, I'd rouse him out. You must tortle off, as fast as you kin". If your tongue wasn't so thick, I'd say you must mosey ; but moseying is only to be done when a gemman's halfshot ; 14 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. when they're gone cases, we don't expect 'em to do more nor tortle." " Excuse me I don't see that it makes much differ- ence to you whether I am qualified to mosey, or am only capable of the more dignified method of locomotion, which you call to tortle. But don't disturb me. The moon has resuscitated my fancy, and I feel as if I would shortly compose an ode to Nox and Erebus." " Compose what's owed to Messrs. Nox and Erebus ! Yes, I thought you were one of that sort what makes compositions when they owe any thing. Precious little Nox and Erebus will get out of you. But come, hop the twig!" So saying, the relentless guardian of the night seized the hapless Pump by the collar, and began to remove him. " Now, don't don't be gross and muscular. I'm an oppressed man, with no friend but my coat, and both my coat and myself are remarkable for fragility of con- stitution. We are free souls, vibrating on the breath of the circumambient atmosphere, and by long companion- ship, our sympathies are so perfect, that if you pull hard you'll produce a pair of catastrophes ; while you tear the one, you'll discombobberate the nerves of the other." " Well, I'm be blamed !" said the watch, recoiling, " did you ever hear the likes of that ? Why, aunty, ain't you a noncompusser ?" " I'm a poet, and it's my fate not to be understood either by the world in general, or by Charleys in parti- cular. The one knocks us down, and the others take us up. Between the two, we are knocked about like a ball, until we become unravelled, and perish." "I don't want to play shinney with you, no how why don't you go home ?" " The bottle is empty ; the bill unpaid ; landlords are OLYMPUS PUMP. 15 vulgar realities mere matters of fact- and very apt to vituperate." " Well, it's easy enough to work, get money, fill the bottle, and pay the gemman what you owes him." " I tell you again you can't understand the poetic soul. It cannot endure the scorn and contumelies of the earthly. It cannot submit to toil under a taskmaster, and when weaving silver tissues of romance, be told to jump about spry and 'tend the shop. Nor, when it meets congenial spirits, can it leave the festive board, because the door is to be locked at ten o'clock, and there isn't any dead latch to it. The delicate excesses into which it leads us, to repair the exhaustion of hard thought, compel us to sojourn long in bed, and even that is registered by fip- and-levy boobies as a sin. At the present moment, I am falling a victim to these manifold oppressions of the un- intellectual." " Under the circumstances, then, what do you say to being tuck up?" " Is it optional ?" " I don't know ; but it's fineable, and that's as good." " Then I decline the honour." " No, you don't. I only axed out of manners. You must rise up, William Riley, and come along with me, as the song says." " I suppose I must, whether I like the figure or not. Alack, and alas for the poetic temperament ! Must the ^Eolian harp of genius be so rudely swept by a Charley must that harp, as I may say, play mere banjo jigs, when it should only respond in Lydian measures to the south- ern breezes of palpitating imagination? To what base uses" " Hurrah ! Keep a toddling pull foot and away !" Olympus obeyed ; for who can control his fate ? (16) 'TIS ONLY M HUSBAND.* " GOODNESS, Mrs. Pumpilion, it's a gentleman's voice, and me such a figure !" exclaimed Miss Amanda Corn- top, who had just arrived in town to visit her friend, Mrs. Pumpilion, whom she had not seen since her mar- riage. " Don't disturb yourself, dear," said Mrs. Pumpilion, quietly, " it's nobody 'tis only my husband. He'll not come in ; but if he does, 'tis only my husband." So Miss Amanda Corntop was comforted, and her agitated arrangements before the glass being more coolly completed, she resumed her seat and the interrupted con- versation. Although, as a spinster, she had a laudable and natural unwillingness to be seen by any of the mas- culine gender in that condition so graphically described as " such a figure," yet there are degrees in this unwill- ingness. It is by no means so painful to be caught a figure by a married man as it is to be surprised by a youthful bachelor; and, if the former be of that peculiar class known as " only my husband," his unexpected arrival is of very little Consequence. He can never more, "like an eagle in a dove cote, flutter the Volsces " * It may not be amiss to state that the mere conclusion of the above sketch, hastily thrown off by the same pen, appeared in one of our periodicals a few years ago, and, much mutilated and dis- figured, has since been republished in the newspapers, with an erro- neous credit, and under a different name. 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 17 It is, therefore, evident that there exists a material differ- ence between " my husband" and " only my husband;" a difference not easily expressed, though perfectly un- derstood ; and it was that understanding which restored Miss Amanda Corntop to her pristine tranquillity. "Oh!" said Miss Corntop, when she heard that the voice in question was that of Mr. Pumpilion. "Ah !' added Miss Corntop, intelligently and composedly, when she understood that Pumpilion was " only my hus- band." She had not paid much attention to philology but she was perfectly aware of the value of that diminu- tive prefix " only." " I told you he would not come in, for he knew there was some one here," continued Mrs. Pumpilion, as the spiritless footsteps of " only my husband" passed the door, and slowly plodded up stairs. He neither came in, nor did he hum, whistle, or bound three steps at a time; "only my husband" never does. He is simply a transportation line ; he conveys himself from place to place according to order, and indulges not in episodes and embellishments. Poor Pedrigo Pumpilion ! Have all thy glories shrunk to this little measure ? Only my husband ! Does that appellation circumscribe him who once found three chairs barely sufficient to accommodate his frame, and who, in promenading, never skulked to the curb or hugged the wall, but, like a man who justly appreciated himself, took the very middle of the trottoir, and kept it ? The amiable, but now defunct, Mrs. Anguish was never sure that she was perfectly well, until she had shaken her pretty head to ascertain if some disorder were not lying in ambush, and to discover whether a head- ache were not latent there, which, if not nipped in the bud, might be suddenly and inconveniently brought into 132 18 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. action. It is not too much to infer that the same reason- ing, which applies to headaches and to the physical con- stitution, may be of equal force in reference to the moral organization. Headaches being latent, it is natural to suppose that the disposition to be " only my husband'* may likewise be latent, even in him who is now as fierce and as uncontrollable as a volcano ; while the desire to be " head of the bureau" may slumber in the mildest of the fair. It is by circumstance alone that talent is developed ; the razor itself requires extraneous aid to bring it to an edge ; and the tact to give direction, as well as the faci- lity to obey, wait to be elicited by events. Both grey- mareism and Jerry-Sneakery are sometimes latent, and like the derangements of Mrs. Anguish's caput, only want shaking to manifest themselves. If some are born to command, others must certainly have a genius for sub- mission we term it a genius, submission being in many cases rather a difficult thing. That this division of qualities is full of wisdom, none can deny. It requires both flint and steel to produce a spark ; both powder and ball to do execution ; and, though the Chinese contrive to gobble an infinity of rice with chopsticks, yet the twofold operation of knife and fork conduces much more to the comfort of a dinner. Authority and obedience are the knife and fork of this extensive banquet, the world ; they are the true divide et impcra ; that which is sliced off by the one is har- pooned by the bther. In this distribution, however, nature, when the " la- tents" are made apparent, very frequently seems to act with caprice. It is by no means rare to find in the form of a man, a timid, retiring, feminine disposition, which, in the rough encounters of existence, gives way at once, as if like woman, "born to be controlled." The propor- 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 19 lions of a Hercules, valenced with the whiskers of a tiger, often cover a heart with no more of energy and boldness in its pulsations than the little palpitating affair which throbs in the bosom of a maiden of bashful fifteen ; while many a lady fair, before marriage the latent condition all softness and graceful humility, bears within her breast the fiery resolution and the indo- mitable will of an Alexander, a Hannibal, or a Doctor Francia. The temperament which, had she been a man, would, in an extended field, have made her a con- queror of nations, or, in a more contracted one, a dis- tinguished thief-catching police officer, by being lodged in a female frame renders her a Xantippe a Napoleon of the fireside, and pens her hapless mate, like a con- quered king, a spiritless captive in his own chimney corner. But it is plain to be seen that this apparent confusion lies only in the distribution. There are souls enough of all kinds in the world, but they do not always seem pro- perly fitted with bodies ; and thus a corporal construc- tion may run the course of life actuated by a spirit in every respect opposed to its capabilities ; as at tke breaking up of a crowded soiree, a little head waggles home with an immense castor, while a pumpkin pate sallies forth surmounted by a thimble ; which, we take it, is the only philosophical theory which at all accounts for the frequent acting out of character with which society is replete. Hence arises the situation of affairs with the Pumpi- lions. Pedrigo Pumpilion has the soul which legitimate- ly appertains to his beloved Seraphina Serena, while Seraphina Serena Pumpilion has that which should animate her Pedrigo. But, not being profound in thei- researches, they are probably not aware of the fact, and 20 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. perhaps would not know their own souls if they were to meet them in the street ; although, in all likelihood, it was a mysterious sympathy a yearning of each physi- cal individuality to be near so important a part of itself, which brought this worthy pair together. Be that, however, as it may, it is an incontrovertible fact that, before they did come together, Pedrigo Pumpi- lion thought himself quite a model of humanity ; and piqued himself upon possessing much more of the fo'rtiter in re than of the suaviter in modo a mistake, the latter quality being latent, but abundant. He dreamed that he was brimming with valour, and fit, not only to lead squadrons to the field, but likewise to remain with them when they were there. At the sound of drums and trumpets, he perked up his chin, stuck out his breast, straightened his vertebral column, and believed that he, Pedrigo, was precisely the individual to storm a fortress at the head of a forlorn hope a greater mistake. But the greatest error of the whole troop of blunders was his making a Pumpilion of Miss Seraphina Serena Dolce, with the decided impression that he was, while sharing hie kingdom, to remain supreme in authority. Knowing nothing of the theory already broached, he took her for a feminine feminality, and yielded himself a victim to sympathy and the general welfare. Now, in this, strict- ly considered, Pedrigo had none but himself to blame ; he had seen manifestations of her spirit ; the latent energy had peeped out more than once ; he had entered unexpect- edly, before being installed as " only my husband," and found Miss Seraphina dancing the grand rigadoon on a luckless bonnet which did not suit her fancy, a species of exercise whereat he marvelled , and he had likewise witnessed her performance of the remarkable feat of whirling a caf which had scratched her hand, across the 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 21 room by the tail, whereby the mirror was infinitesiraally divided into homoeopathic doses, and whereby pussy, the patient, was most allopath ically phlebotomised and scari- fied. He likewise knew that her musical education ter- minated in an operatic crash, the lady having in a fit of impatience demolished the guitar over the head of her teacher ; but, in this instance, the mitigating plea must be allowed that it was done because the instrument " wouldn't play good," a perversity to which instru- ments, like lessons " which won't learn," are lament- ably liable. These little escapades, however, did not deter Pum- pilion. Confiding in his own talent for governing, he liked his Seraphina none the less for her accidental dis- plays of energy, and smiled to think how, under his administration, his reproving frown would cast oil upon the waves, and how, as he repressed her irritability, he would develope her affections, results which would both save the crockery and increase his comforts. Of the Pumpilion tactique in courtship some idea may be formed from the following conversation. Pedrigo had an intimate associate, some years his senior, Mr. Michael Mitts, a spare and emaciated bachelor, whose hawk nose, crookedly set on, well represented the eccen- tricity of his conclusions, while the whistling pucker in which he generally wore his mouth betokened acidity of mind rendered sourer by indecision. Mitts was ad- dicted to observation, and, engaged in the drawing of inferences and in generalizing from individual instances, he had, like many others, while trimming the safety lamp of experience, suffered the time of action to pass by unimproved. His cautiousness was so great as to trammel up his "motive power," and, though long in- tending to marry, the best part of his life had evaporated 22 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. in the unproductive employment of "looking about." His experience, therefore, had stored him with that species of wisdom which one meets with in theoretical wooers, and he had many learned saws at the ser- vice of those who were bolder than himself, and were determined to enter the pale through which he peeped. As every one in love must have a confidant, Pedrigo had selected Mitts for that office, knowing his peculiar talent for giving advice, and laying down rules for others to act upon. " Pedrigo," said Mitts, as he flexed his nose still further from the right line of conformity to the usages of the world, and slacked the drawing strings of his mouth to get it out of pucker ; " Pedrigo, if you are resolved upon marrying this identical individual I don't see the use, for mv part, of being in a hurry better look about a while . plenty more of 'em but if you are resolved, the first thing to be done is to make sure of her. That's unde- niable. The only difference of opinion, if you won't wait and study character character's a noble study is as to the modus operandi. Now, the lady's not sure because she's committed; just the contrary, (hat's the very reason she's not sure. My experience shows me that when it's not so easy to retract, the attention, especially that of young women, is drawn to retrac- tion. Somebody tells of a bird in a cage that grumbled about being cooped up. It's clear to me that the bird did not complain so much because it was in the cage, as it did because it couldn't get out that's bird nature, and it's human nature too." " Ah, indeed !" responded Pumpilion, with a smile of confidence in his own attractions, mingled, however, with a look which spoke that the philosophy of Mitts, 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 23 having for its object to render " assurance double sure, did not pass altogether unheeded. "It's a fact," added Mitts; "don't be too secure. Be as assiduous and as mellifluous as you please before your divinity owns the soft impeachment ; but afterwards comes the second stage, and policy commands that it should be one rather of anxiety to her. You must every now and then play Captain Grand, or else she may perform the part herself. Take offence frequently ; vary your Romeo scenes with an occasional touch of the snow storm, and afterwards excuse yourself on the score of jealous affection ; that excuse always answers. No- thing sharpens love like a smart tiff by way of embellish- ment. The sun itself would not look so bright if it were not for the intervention of night ; and these little agita- tions keep her mind tremulous, but intent upon yourself. Don't mothers always love the naughtiest boys best? haven't the worst men always the best wives ? That exemplifies the principle ; there's nothing like a little judicious bother. Miss Seraphina Serena will never change her mind if bothered scientifically." " Perhaps so ; but may it not be rather dangerous ?" " Dangerous ! not at all ; it's regular practice, I tell you. A few cases may terminate unluckily ; but that must be charged to a bungle in the doctor. Why, properly managed, a courtship may be continued, like a nervous disease, or a suit at law, for twenty years, and be as good atr the close as it was at the beginning. In nine cases out of ten, you must either perplex or be perplexed ; so you had better take the sure course, and play the game yourself. Them's my sentiments, Mr. Speaker," and Michael Mitts caused his lithe proboscis to oscillate like a rudder, as he concluded his oracular speech, and puckered his mouth to the whistling place to show thai 24 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. he had " shut up" for the present. He then walked slowly away, leaving Pumpilion with a " new wrin- kle." Seraphina Serena, being both fiery and coquettish withal, Pumpilion, under the direction of his preceptor, tried the " Mitts system of wooing," and although it gave rise to frequent explosions, yet the quarrels, whether owing to the correctness of the system or not, were pro- ductive of no lasting evil. Michael Mitts twirled his nose and twisted his mouth in triumph at the wedding , and set it down as an axiom that there is nothing like a little insecurity for rendering parties firm in completing a bargain ; that, had it not been for practising the system, Pumpilion might have become alarmed at the indications of the "latent spirit;" and that, had it not been for the practice of the system, Seraphina's fancy might have strayed. " I'm an experimenter in mental operations, and there's no lack of subjects," said Mitts to himself; " one fact being established, the Pumpilions now present a new aspect." There is, however, all the difference in the world between carrying on warfare where you may advance and retire at pleasure, and in prosecuting it in situations which admit of no retreat. Partisan hostilities are one thing, and regular warfare is another. Pumpilion was very well as a guerilla, but his genius in that respect was unavailing when the nature of the campaigmdid not admit of his making an occasional demonstration, and of evading the immediate consequences by a retreat. In a very few weeks, he was reduced to the ranks as " only my husband," and, although no direct order of the day was read to that effect, he was " respected accordingly." Before that retrograde promotion took place, Pedrigo 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 25 Pumpilion cultivated his hair, and encouraged its sneaking inclination to curl until it woollied up quite fiercely ; but afterwards his locks became broken-heartedly pendent, and straight with the weight of care, while his whiskers hung back as if asking counsel and comfort from his ears. He twiddled his thumbs with a slow rotary motion as he sat, and he carried his hands clasped behind him as he walked, thus intimating that he couldn't help it, and that he didn't mean to try. For the same reason, he never buttoned his coat, and wore no straps to the feet of his trousers ; both of which seemed too energeti- cally resolute for " only my husband.' Even his hat, as it sat on the back part of his head, looked as if Mrs. Pumpilion had put it on for him, (no one but the wearer can put on a hat so that it will sit naturally,) and as if he had not nerve enough even to shake it down to its charac- teristic place and physiognomical expression. His per- sonnel loudly proclaimed that the Mitts method in matri- mony had been a failure, and that the Queen had given the King a check-mate. Mrs. Pumpilion had been triumphant in acting upon the advice of her friend, the widow, who, having the advantage of Mitts in combining experience with theory, understood the art of breaking husbands a merveille. " My dear madam," said Mrs. Margery Daw, " you have plenty of spirit ; but spirit is nothing without stead- iness and perseverance. In the establishment of author- ity and in the assertion of one's rights, any intermission before success is complete requires us to begin again. If your talent leads you to the weeping method of soft- ening your husband's heart, you will find that if you give him a shower now and a shower then, he will harden in the intervals between the rain ; while a good sullen cry of twenty-four hours' length may prevent any necessity 26 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. for another. If, on the contrary, you have genius for the tempestuous, continued thunder and lightning for the same length of time is irresistible. Gentlemen are great swaggerers, if not impressively dealt with and early taught to know their places. They are much like Frisk," continued the widow, addressing her lap-dog. " If they bark, and you draw back frightened, they are sure to bite ; stamp your foot, and they soon learn to run into a corner. Don't they, Frisky dear?" " Ya-p !" responded the dog : and Mrs. Pumpilion, tired of control, took the concurrent advice. * * * * * " To-morrow," said Pumpilion, carelessly and with an of-course-ish air, as he returned to tea from a stroll with his friend Michael Mitts, who had just been urging upon him the propriety of continuing the Mitts method after marriage, " to-morrow, my love, I leave town for a week to try a little trout fishing in the mountains." "Mr. Pumpilion!" ejaculated the lady, in an awful tone, as she suddenly faced him. " Fishing?" " Y-e-e-yes," replied Pumpilion, somewhat discom posed. " Then I shall go with you, Mr. Pumpilion," said the lady, as she emphatically split a muffin. " Quite onpossible," returned Pumpilion, with decisive stress upon the first syllable ; " it's a buck party, if I may use the expression a buck party entirely ; there's Mike Mitts, funny Joe Mungoozle son of old Mungoozle's, Tommy Titcomb, and myself. We intend having a rough and tumble among the' hills to beneficial- ise our wholesomes, as funny Joe Mungoozle has it." " Funny Joe Mungoozle is not a fit companion for any married man, Mr. Pumpilion ; and it's easy to see, by your sliding bacK among the dissolute friends and disso- 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 27 lute practices of your bachelorship, Mr. Pumpilion by your wish to associate with sneering and depraved Mun- goozles, Mitts's, and Titcombs, Mr. Pumpilion, that the society of your poor wife is losing its attractions," and Mrs. Pumpilion sobbed convulsively at the thought. " I have given my word to go a fishing," replied Pedrigo, rather ruefully, " and a fishing I must go. What would Mungoozle say? why, he would have a song about it, and sing it at the ' free and easies.' " " What matter ? let him say let him sing. But it's not my observations it's those of funny Joe Mungoozle that you care for the affections of the ' free and easy' carousers that you are afraid of losing." "Mungoozle is a very particular friend of mine, Sera- phina," replied Pedrigo, rather nettled. " We're going a fishing that's flat !" " Without me ?" " Without you, it being a buck party, without excep tion." Mrs. Pumpilion gave a shriek, and falling back, threw out her arms fitfully the tea-pot went by the board, as she made the tragic movement. " Wretched, unhappy woman !" gasped Mrs. Pumpi- lion, speaking of herself. Pedrigo did not respond to the declaration, but alter- nately eyed the fragments of the tea-pot and the un- touched muffin which remained on his plate. The coup had not been without its effect ; but still he faintly whis- pered, " Funny Joe Mungoozle, and going a fishing." " It's clear you wish to kill me to break my heart,' muttered the lady in a spasmodic manner. " 'Pon my soul, I don't, I'm only going a fishing." " I shall go distracted !" screamed Mrs. Pumpilion, suiting the action to the word, and springing to her feet 28 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. in such a way as to upset the table, and ro.. its contents into Pedrigo's lap, who scrambled from the debris, as his wife, with the air of the Pythoness, swept rapidly round the room, whirling the ornaments to the floor, and indulging in the grand rigadoon upon their sad remains. " You no longer love me, Pedrigo ; and without your love what is life ? What is this, or this, or this," con- tinued she, a crash following every word, " without mu- tual affection ? Going a fishing !" " I don't know that I am," whined Pumpilion. " Per- haps it will rain to-morrow." Now it so happened that there were no clouds visible on the occasion, except in the domestic atmosphere; but, the rain was adroitly thrown in as a white flag, indica- tive of a wish to open a negotiation and come to terms. Mrs. Pumpilion, however, understood the art of war bet- ter than to treat with rebels with arms in their hands. Her military genius, no longer " latent," whispered her to persevere until she obtained a surrender at discretion. " Ah, Pedrigo, you only say that to deceive your heart-broken wife. You intend to slip away you and your Mungoozles to pass your hours in roaring ini- quity, instead of enj eying the calm sunshine of domestic peace, and the gentle delights of fireside felicity. They are too tame, too flat, too insipid for a depraved taste. ThatI should ever live to see the day !" and she relapsed into the intense style by way of a specimen of calm ae- light. Mr. and Mrs. Pumpilion retired for the night at an early hour ; but until the dawn of day, the words of re- proach, now passionate, now pathetic, ceased not ; and in the very gray of the morning, Mrs. P. marched down stairs en dishabille, still repeating ejaculations about the Mungoozle fishing party. What happened below is not 'TIS ONLY MY HUSBAND. 29 precisely ascertained ; but there was a terrible turmoil in the kitchen, it being perfectly clear a whole " kettle of fish" was in preparation, that Pedrigo might not have the trouble of going to the mountains on a piscatorial expe- dition. He remained seated on the side of the bed, like Ma rius upon the ruins of Carthage, meditating upon th6 situation of affairs, and balancing between a surrender to petticoat government and his dread of Mongoozle's song at the " free and easies." At length he slipped down. Mrs. Pumpilion sat glooming at the parlour window. Pedrigo tried to read the " Saturday News" upside down. " Good morning, Mr. Pumpilion ! Going a fishing, Mr. Pumpilion ! Mike Mitts, funny Joe Mungoozle, and Tommy Titcomb must be waiting for you you know,' continued she with a mocking smile, " you're to go this morning to the mountains on a rough and tumble for the benefit of your wholesomes. The elegance of the phra- seology is quite in character with the whole affair." Pedrigo was tired out ; Mrs. Margery Daw's perseve- rance prescription had been too much for the Mitts method ; the widow had overmatched the bachelor. " No, Seraphina my dearest, I'm not going a fishing, if you don't desire it, and I see you don't." Not a word about its being likely to xain the surren der was unconditional. " But," added Pedrigo, " I should like to have a -.ittle oreakfast." Mrs. Pumpilion was determined to clinch the nail. " There's to be no breakfast here I've been talkinp to Sally and Tommy in the kitchen, and I verily believe the whole world's in a plot against me. They're gone Mr. Pumpilion gone a fishing, perhaps." 30 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. The battle was over the victory was won the nail was clinched. Tealess, sleepless, breakfastless, what could Pedrigo do but sue for mercy, and abandon a con- test waged against such hopeless odds ? The supplies being cut off, the siege-worn garrison must surrender. After hours of solicitation, the kiss of amity was reluct- antly accorded ; on condition, however, that " funny Joe Mungoozle" and the rest of the fishing party should be given up, and that he, Pedrigo, for the future should refrain from associating with bachelors and widowers, both of whom she tabooed, and consort with none but staid married men. i From this moment the individuality of that once free agent, Pedrigo Pumpilion, was sunk into " only my hus- band" the humblest of all humble animals. He fetches and carries, goes errands, and lugs band-boxes and bun- dles ; he walks the little Pumpilions up and down the room when they squall o' nights, and he never comes in when any of his wife's distinguished friends call to visit her. In truth, Pedrigo is not always in a presentable condition ; for as Mrs. Pumpilion is de facto treasurer, he is kept upon rather short allowance, her wants being paramount and proportioned to the dignity of head of the family. But, although he is now dutiful enough, he at first ventured once or twice to be refractory. These symptoms of insubordination, however, were soon quelled for Mrs. Pumpilion, with a significant glance, inquired, "Art you going a fishing again, my dear?" ORSON DABBS, THE HITTITE IT has been said, and truly, that it takes all sorts of people to make a world. He who complains of the lights and shades of character which are eternally flitting be- fore him, and of the diversity of opposing interests which at times cross his path, has but an illiberal, con- tracted view of the subject; and though the Emperor Charles the Fifth, in his retirement at Estremadura, had some reason for being a little annoyed when he could not cause two or three score of watches to go together, yet he was wrong in sighing over his previous ineffectual efforts to make men think alike. It is, to speak figura- tively, the clashing which constitutes the music. The harmony of the whole movement is produced by the fusion into each other of an infinite variety of petty dis- cords ; as a glass of punch depends for its excellence upon the skilful commingling of opposing flavours and antago- nising materials. Were the passengers in a wherry to be of one mind, they would probably all sit upon the same side, and hence, naturally, pay a visit to the Davy Jones of the river ; and if all the men of a nation thought alike, it is perfectly evident that the ship of state must lose her trim. The system of checks and balances per- vades both the moral and the physical world, and without it, affairs would soon hasten to their end. It is, therefore, clear that we must have all sorts of people, some to pre- *ent stagnation, and others to act as ballast to an excess 3 32 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. of animation. The steam engines of humanity must have their breaks and their safety valves, and the dead weights of society require the whip and the spur. Orson Dabbs certainly is entitled to a place among tne stimulants of the world, and it is probable that in exer- cising his impulses, he produces beneficial effects. But it would puzzle a philosopher to designate the wholesome results which follow from his turbulent movements, or to show, either by synthesis or analysis, wherein he is a good. At all events, Orson Dabbs has the reputation of being a troublesome fellow in the circles upon which he inflicts himself; and, judging from the evidence eli- cited upon the subject, there is little reason to doubt the fact. He is dogmatical, and to a certain extent fond of argument ; but when a few sharp words will not make converts, he abandons those windy weapons with con- tempt, and has recourse to more forcible persuaders a pair of fists, each of which looks like a shoulder of mutton. If people are so obstinate that they won't, or so stupid that they can't understand you," observed Dabbs, in one of his confidential moments for Orson Dabbs wiii sometimes unbend, and suffer those abstruse maxims which govern his conduct to escape " if either for one reason or the other," continued he, with that impressive iteration which at once gives time to collect and marshal one's thoughts, and lets the listener know that something of moment is coming "if they won't be convinced > easily and genteelly convinced you must knock it into 'em short hand ; if they can't comprehend, neither by due coarse of mail, nor yet by express, you must make 'em understand by telegraph. That's the way I learnt ciphering at school, and manners and genteel behaviour at home. All I know was walloped into me. I took ORSON DABBS, THE HITTITE. 33 larnin' through the skin, and sometimes they made a good many holes to get it in." " And," timidly interjected an humble admirer of thia great man, hazarding a joke, with an insinuating smile ; " and I s'pose you're so wise now because the hide growed over it, and the larnin' couldn't get out, like In- gey ink in a sailor's arm." " Jeames," replied Orson Dabbs, relaxing into a grim smile, like that of the griffin face of a knocker, and shaking his "bunch of fives" sportively, as one snaps an unloaded gun Napoleon tweaked the ears of his cour- tiers why should not Dabbs shake his fist at his satel- lites ? " Jeames, if you don't bequit poking fun at me, I'll break your mouth, Jeames, as sure as you sit there. But, to talk sensible, walloping is the only way it's a panacea for differences of opinion. You'll find it in his- tory books, that one nation teaches another whatitdidn t know before by walloping it ; that's the method of civil- izing savages the Romans put the whole world to rights that way ; and what's right on the big figger must be right on the small scale. In short, there's nothing like walloping for taking the conceit out of fellows who think they know more than their betters. Put it to 'em strong, and make 'em see out of their eyes." Orson Dabbs acts up to these.golden maxims. Seeing that, from disputes between dogs up to quarrels between nations, fighting is the grand umpire and regulator, he resolves all power into that of the fist, treating bribery, reason, and persuasion as the means only of those unfortunate individuals to whom nature has denied the stronger attributes of humanity. Nay, he even turns up his nose at betting as a means of discovering truth. Instead of stumping an antagonist by launching out his cash, Dabbs shakes a portentous fist under his nose, and 133 34 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the affair is settled ; the recusant must either "knock under or be knocked down, which, according to our hero, is all the same in Dutch. In this way, when politics ran high, he used to decide who was to be elected to any specified office ; and he has often boasted that he once, in less than five minutes too, scared a man into giving the Dabbs candidate a large majority, when the unfortunate stranger did not at first believe that the said candidate would be elected at all. Some people believe that the fist is the poorest of arguments, and that it, therefore, should be the last. Here they are completely at issue with Dabbs, and it is well that they do not fall in his way, or he would soon show them the difference. With him it is what action was to the ancient orator, the first, the middle, and the last. Being himself, in a great measure, fist proof, he is very successful in the good work of proselytism, and has quite a reputation as a straightforward reasoner and a forcible dialectitian. Misfortunes, however, will sometimes happen to the most successful. The loftiest nose may be brought to the grindstone, and the most scornful dog may be obliged to lunch upon dirty pudding. Who can control his fate ? One night Mr. Dabbs came home from his "loafing" place for he "loafs" of an evening, like the generality of people that being the most popular and the cheapest amusement extant ; and, from the way he blurted open the door of the Goose and Gridiron, where he resides, and from the more unequivocal manner in which he slam- med it after him, no doubt existed in the minds of his fellow boarders that the well of his good spirits had been " riled ;" or, in more familiar phrase, that he was " spotty on the back." His hat was pitched forward, with a bloodthirsty, piratical rakishness, and almost ORSON DABBS, THE HITTITE 35 covered his eyes, which gleamed like ignited charcoal under a jeweller's blowpipe. His cheeks were flushed with an angry spot, and his nose always a quarrelsome pug curled more fiercely upward, as if the demon wrath had turned archer, and was using it for a bow to draw an arrow to its head. His mouth had set in opposition to his nasal promontory, and savagely curved downward, like a half-moon battery. Dabbs was decidedly out of sorts perhaps beery, as well as wolfy ; in short, in that unenviable state in which a man feels disposed to divide himself, and go to buffets to kick himself with his own foot to beat himself with his own fist, and to throw his own dinner out of the window. The company were assembled lound the fire to dis- cuss politics, literature, men, and things. Dabbs looked not at them, but, slinging Tommy Timid's bull terrier Oseola out of the arm-chair in the corner, by the small stump of a tail which fashion and the hatchet had left the animal, he sat himself moodily down, with a force that made the timbers creak. The conversation was turning upon a recent brilliant display of the aurora borealis, whhh the more philosophical of the party supposed to arise from the north pole having become red-hot for want of grease ; while they all joined in deriding the po- pular fallacy that it was caused by the high price of flour. "Humph!" said Dabbs, with a grunt, "any fool might know that it was a sign of war." " War !" ejaculated the party ; " oh, your granny !" " Yes, war !" roared Dabbs, kicking the bull terrier Oseola in the ribs, and striking the table a tremendous blow with his fist, as, with clenched teeth and out-poked head, he repeated, " War ! war ! war !" Now the Goose and Gridiron fraternity set up for knowing geniuses, and will not publicly acknowledge 36 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. faith in the doctrines on meteorology broached by their grandmothers, whatever they may think in private. So they quietly remarked, confiding in their numbers against the Orson Dabbs method of conversion, that the aurora was not a sign of war, but an evidence of friction and of no grease on the axle of the world. " That's a lie !" shouted Dabbs ; " my story's the true one, for I read it in an almanac ; and to prove it true, I'll lick anybody here that don't believe it, in two cracks of a cow's thumb. Yes," added he, in reply to the looks bent upon him; "I'll not only wallop them that don't believe it, but I'll wallop you all, whether you do or not !" This, however, was a stretch of benevolence to which the company were not prepared to submit. As Dabbs squared off to proceed secundiim artem, according to the approved method of the schools, the watchful astrologer might have seen his star grow pale. He had reached his Waterloo that winter night was his 18th of June. He fell, as many have fallen before him, by that implicit reliance on his own powers which made him forgetful of the risk of encountering the long odds. The threat was too comprehensive, and the attempt at execution was a failure. The company cuffed him heartily, and in the fray the bull terrier Oseola vented its cherished wrath by biting a piece out of the fleshiest portion of his frame. Dabbs was ousted by a summary process, but his heart did not fail him. He thundered at the door, sometimes with his fists, and again with whatever missiles were within reach. The barking of the dog and the laughter from within, as was once remarked of certain military heroes, did not " intimate him in the least, it only estimated him." The noise at last became so great that a watchman ORSON DABBS, THE HITTITE. 37 finally summoned up resolution enough to come near, and to take Dabbs by the arm. " Let go, watchy ! let go, my cauliflower ! Your cocoa is very near a sledge-hammer. If it isn't hard, it may get cracked." " Pooh ! pooh ! don't be onasy, my darlint my cocoa is a corporation cocoa it belongs to the city, and they'll get me a new one. Besides, my jewel, there's two cocoas standing here, you know. Don't be bnasy it mayn't be mine that will get cracked." " I ain't onasy," said Dabbs, bitterly, as he turned fiercely round. " I ain't onasy. I only want to caution you, or I'll upset your apple cart, and spill your peaches." " I'm not in the wegetable way, my own-self, Mr Horse-radish. You must make less noise." " Now, look here look at me well," said Dabbs, strik- ing his fist hard upon his own bosom ; " I'm a real nine foot breast of a fellow stub twisted and made of horse- shoe nails the rest of me is cast iron with steel springs. I'll stave my fist right through you, and carry you on my elbow, as easily as if you were an empty market basket I will bile me up for soap if I don't!" " Ah, indeed ! why, you must be a real Calcutta-from- Canting, warranted not to cut in the eye. Snakes is no touch to you ; but I'm sorry to say you must knucKle down close. You must surrender ; there's no help for it none in the world." " Square yourself then, for I'm coming ! Don't you hear the clockvorks !" exclaimed Dabbs, as he shook off the grip of the officer, and struck an attitude. He stood beautifully ; feet well set ; guard well up , admirable science, yet fearful to look upon. Like the Adriatic, Dabbs was " lovelily dreadful" on this exciting occasion. But when " Greek meets Greek," fierce looks 38 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. and appalling circumstances amount to nothing. The opponent of our hero, after regarding him coolly for a moment, whistled with great contempt, and with provok- ing composure, beat down his guard with a smart blow from a heavy mace, saying, " 'Taint no use, no how you're all used up for bait." " Ouch !" shrieked' Dabbs ; " my eye, how it hurts ! Don't hit me again. Ah, good man, but you're a bruiser. One, two, three, from you would make a person believe any thing, even if he was sure it wasn't true." " Very well," remarked the macerator, " all I want of you is to behave nice and genteel, and believe you're going to the watch'us, for it's true; and if you don't believe it yet, why (shaking his mace) I shall feel obligated to conwince you again." As this was arguing with him after his own method, and as Dabbs had distinct impressions of the force of the reasoning, he shrugged his shoulders, and then rubbing his arms, muttered, " Enough said." He trotted off quietly for the first time in his life. Since the affair and its consequences have passed away, he has been somewhat chary of entering into the field of argument, and particularly careful not to drink too much cold water, for fear the bull terrier before referred to was mad, and dreading hydrophobic convulsions. (30) ROCKY SMALT; OR, THE DANGERS OF IMITATION MAN is an imitative animal, and so strong is the instinctive feeling to follow in the footsteps of others, that he who is so fortunate as to strike out a new path must travel rapidly, if he would avoid being run down by imitators, and preserve the merit of originality. If his discovery be a good one, the "servum pecus" will sweep toward it like an avalanche ; and so quick will be their motion, that the daring spirit who first had the self- reliance to turn from the beaten track, is in danger of being lost among the crowd, and of having his claim to the honours of a discoverer doubted and derided. Turn where you will, the imitative propensity is to be found busily at work ; its votaries clustering round the falcon to obtain a portion of the quarry which the nobler bird has stricken ; and perhaps, like Sir John FalstafF, to deal the prize a " new wound in the thigh," and falsely claim the wreath of victory. In the useful arts, there are thousands of instances in which the real dis- coverer has been thrust aside to give place to the imita- tor ; and in every other branch in which human ingenu ity has been exercised, if the flock of copyists do not obtain the patent right of fame, they soon, where it is practicable, wear out the novelty, and measurably deprive 40 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the inventor of the consideration to which he is entitled. In the apportionment of applause, the praise too often depends upon which is first seen, the statue or the cast although the one be marble, and the other plaster. In business, no one can hope to recommend his wares to patronage in a new and taking way, no matter what outlay of thought has been required for its invention, without finding multitudes prompt in the adoption of the same device. He who travels by a fresh and ver- dant path in literature, and is successful, soon hears the murmurs of a pursuing troop, and has his by-way con- verted into a dusty turnpike, macadamized on the prin- ciple of " writing made easy ;" while, on the stage, the drama groans with great ones at second-hand. The illustrious in tragedy can designate an army of those, who, unable to retail their beauties, strive for renown by exaggerating their defects ; and Thalia has even seen her female aids cut off their flowing locks, and teach them- selves to wriggle, because she who was in fashion wore a crop, and had adopted a gait after her own fancy. It is to this principle that a professional look is attri- butable. In striving to emulate the excellence of another, the student thinks he has made an important step if he can catch the air manner, and tone of his model ; and believes that he is in a fair way to acquire equal wisdom, if he can assume the same expression of the face, and compass the same " hang of the nether lip." We have seen a pupil endeavouring to help himself onward in the race for distinction by wearing a coat similar in cut and colour to that wherewith his preceptor indued himself; and we remember the time when whole classes at a certain eastern university became a regiment of ugly Dromios, lengthening their visages, and smoothing their hair down to their eyes, for no other reason than ROCKY SMALT 41 that an eminent and popular professor chose to display his frontispiece after that fashion and that, as they emulated his literary abilities, they, therefore, thought it advantageous to imitate his personal defects. When Byron's fame was in the zenith, poetic scribblers dealt liberally in shirt collar, and sported an expanse of neck ; and when Waterloo heroes were the wonders of the hour, every town in England could show its limpers and hobblers, who, innocent of war, would fain have passed for men damaged by the French. On similar grounds, humps, squints, impediments of speech, mouths awry, and limbs distorted, have been the rage. How then could Orson Dabbs, the Hittite, admired and peculiar as he was, both for his ways and for his opinions, hope to escape imitation ? If he entertained such a belief, it was folly ; and if he dreamed that he could so thump the world as to preserve his originality, it was a mere delusion. Among the many who fre- quented the Goose and Gridiron, where Orson re- sided, was one Rocky Smalt, whose early" admiration for the great one it is beyond the power of words to utter, though subsequent events converted that admira- tion into hostility. Rocky Smalt had long listened with delight to Orson's lectures upon the best method of removing difficulties, which, according to him, is by thumping them down, as a paviour smooths the streets ; and as Orson descanted, and shook his fists in exempli- fication of the text, the soul of Rocky, like a bean in a bottle, swelled within him to put these sublime doctrines in practice. Now, it unluckily happens that Rocky Smalt is a very little man one of the feather weights which militates somewhat against the gratification of his pugi- listic desires, insomuch that if he " squares off" at a big 42 CHARCOAL SKETCHES fellow, he is obliged, in dealing a facer, to hit his antago- nist on the knee ; and a blow given there, everybody knows, neither " bungs a peeper" nor " taps a smeller." But Rocky, being to a certain degree aware of his gla- diatorial deficiencies, is rather theoretical than practical ; that is, he talks much more than he battles. His narra- tives, differing from himself, are colossal ; and as Colos- sus stood with one foot on one side, and with the other foot on the other side, so do Rocky's speeches refer to the past and to the future to what he has done, and to what he means to do. He is now retrospective, and again prospective, in talking of personal contention, his combats never being present, which is by far the most agreeable method of obtaining reputation, as we thereby avoid the inconvenience of pricking our fingers in gather- ing glory. Rocky, in copying Dabbs as to his belligerent princi- ples, is likewise careful to do the same, as far as it is possible, in relation to personal appearance. He is, therefore, a pocket Dabbs a miniature Orson. He cultivates whiskers to the apex of the chin ; and although they are not very luxuriant, they make up in length what they want in thickness. He cocks his hat fiercely, rolls in his gait, and, with doubled fists, carries his arms in the muscular curve, elbows pointing outward, and each arm forming the segment of a circle. He slams doors after him, kicks little dogs, and swears at little boys, as Orson does. If any one runs against him, he waits until the offender is out of hearing, and then denounces him in the most energetic expletives belong- ing to the language, and is altogether a vinaigrette of wrath. It is the combat only that bothers Smalt ; if it were not for that link in the chain of progression from defiance to victory, he would indeed be a most truculent ROCKY SMALT. 43 hero, and deserve a salary from all the uose menders about town, whether natural bone-setters or gristle-tinkers by commission were it not for that, Larrey's Military Surgery would be in continual demand, as a guide to the cure of contusions, and so great would be the application of oysters to the eye, that there would be a scarcity of shell-fish. Sometimes, however, Smalt's flaming ardour precipi- tates him into a quarrel ; but, even then, he manages /natt .rs very adroitly, by selecting the largest individual of the opposite faction for his antagonist. " Come on !" shrieks Smalt, in such an emergency ; ''come on ! I'll lick any thing near my own weight. I'll ^haw up any indewidooal that's fairly my match yes, and give him ten pounds. I ain't petickelar, when it's a matter of accommodation. Whe-e-w ! fire away !" But, as Rocky's weight is just ninety-four pounds, counting boots, hat, dead-latch key, pennies, ftps, clothes, and a little bit of cavendish, he is certain to escape ; for even the most valiant may be excused from encountering the long odds in a pitched battle, although he may some- times run against them in a crowded chance-medley. Rocky, therefore, puts on his coat again, puffing and blowing like a porpoise, as he walks vapouring about, and repeating with an occasional attitude a la Orson Dabbs, "Any thing in reason and a little chucked in to accommo- date when I'm wound up, it 'most takes a stone wall to stop me, for I go right through the timber that's me !" Yet these happy days of theoretical championship at length were clouded. Science .avails nothing against love : Dan Cupid laughs at sparring, and beats down the most perfect guard. It so fell out that Orson Dabbs and Rocky Smalt both were smitten with the tender passion at the same time, the complaint perhaps being epidemic 44 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. at the season. This, however, though individually troublesome, as the disorder is understood to be a sharp one, would not have been productive of discord between them, had it not unluckily happened that they became enamoured of the same "fair damosel." Two warriors and but one lady! not one lady per piece, to speak commercially, but one lady per pair. This was embar- rassing this was dangerous. Miss Araminta Stycke or Miss Mint Stycke, as she was sometimes more sweetly termed could not, according to legal enactments, marry both the gentlemen in question ; and as each was deter- mined to have her entire, the situation was decidedly per- plexing, essentially bothering, and effectively dramatic, which, however amusing to the looker-on, is the ne plus ultra of discomfort to those who form the tableau. Miss Araminta could doubtless have been very " happy with either, were t'other dear charmer away ;" but this was out of the question; for, when Dabbs on one side stuck to Stycke, Smalt on the other side just as assiduously stuck to Stycke, and both stickled stoutly for her smiles. " My dear Mint Stycke," said Rocky Smalt, at a tea party, taking hold of a dish of plums nicely done in mo- lasses " my dear Mint Stycke, allow me to help you to a small few of the goodies." " Minty, my darling !" observed Dabbs, who sat on her left hand, Rocky being on the right" Minty my darling," repeated Dabbs, with that dashing familiarity so becoming in a majestic personage, as he stretched forth his hand, and likewise grasped the dish of plums, " I insist upon helping you myself." The consequence was an illustration of the embarras of having two lovers on the ground at the same time. The plums were spilt in such a way as to render Mis? ROCKY SMALT. 45 Stycke sweeter that ever, by giving " sweets to the sweet ;" but the young lady was by no means so pretty to look at as she had been before the ceremony. "Of the twain, she most affected" Dabbs, of which Rocky was not a little jealous. " Minty, I don't care for Dabbs," said Rocky, in heroic tones ; " big as he is, if he comes here too often a crossing me, he'll ketch it. I'll thump him, Minty, I will feed me on hay, if I don't." Minty laughed, and well she might, for just then Orson arrived, and, walking into the room, scowled fiercely at Smalt, who suddenly remembered " he had to go some- wheres, and promised to be there early he must go, as it was a'most late now." " He thump me!" said Dabbs, with a supercilious smile, when Minty repeated the threat. " The next time I meet that chap, I'll take my stick and kill it I'll sqush it with my foot." Unhappily for the serenity of his mind, Rocky Smalt had his ear at the key hole when this awful threat was made, and he quaked to hear it, not doubting that Dabbs would be as good as his word. He, therefore, fled instan- ter, and roamed about like a perturbed spirit; now tra- velling quickly anon pausing to remember the frightful words, and, as they rushed vividly to mind, he would hop-scotch convulsively and dart off like an arrow, the whole being done in a style similar to that of a fish which has indulged in a frolic upon cocculus indicus. In the course of his eccentric rambles, he stopped in at various places, and, either from that cause, or some other which has not been ascertained, he waxed valiant a little after midnight. But, as his spirits rose, his locomotive pro- pensity appeared to decrease, and he, at length, sat dowr on a step. t6 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. " So !" soliloquized our hero : " he intends to belt me, does he ? Take a stick sqush with his foot and calls me ' it' ' it' right before Minty ! Powers of wengeance, settle on my fist, take aim with my knuckles, and shoot him in the eye ! If I wasn't so tired, and if I hadn't a little touch of my family disorder, I'd start after him. I'd go and dun him for the hiding; and if he'd only squat, or let me stand on a chair, I'd give him a receipt in full, right in the face, under my own hand and seal. I'd knock him this-er way, and I'd whack him that-er way, till you couldn't tell which end of his head his face was on." Smalt suited the action to the word, and threw out his blows, right and left, with great vigour. Suddenly, however, he felt a heavy hand grasp his shoulder, and give him a severe shake, while a deep gruff voice exclaimed : " Halloo ! what the deuse are you about? You'll tear your coat." " Ah !" ejaculated Smalt, with a convulsive start ; ' oh, don't ! I holler enough !" " Why, little 'un, you must be cracked, if you flunk out before we begin. Holler enough, indeed ! nobody's guv' you any yet." " Ah !" gasped Small:, turning round ; " I took you for Orson Dabbs. I promised, when I cotch'd him, to give him a licking, and I was werry much afeard I'd have to break the peace. Breaking the peace is a werry disagreeable thing fur to do ; but I must I'm conshensis about it when I ketches Orson. Somebody ought to tell him to keep out of the way, fur fear I'll have to break the peace." " It wouldn't do to kick up a row but I'm thinking it would be a little piece, if you could break it. I'U ROCKY SMALT. 47 carry home all the pieces you break off, in my waist- coat pocket. You're only a pocket piece yourself." " Nobody asked your opinions go 'way. I've got a job of thinking to do, and I musn'tbe disturbed talking puts me out. Paddle, steamboat, or " " Take keer don't persume," was the impressive reply ; " I'm a 'fishal functionary out a ketching of dogs. You musn't cut up because it's night. The mayor and the 'squires have gone to bed ; but the law is a thing that never gets asleep. After ten o'clock, the law is a watchman and a dog ketcher we're the whole law till breakfast's a'most ready." " You only want bristles to be another sort of a whole animal," muttered Smalt. " Whew ! confound your little kerkus, what do you mean? I'd hit you unofficially, if there was any use in pegging at a fly." Smalt began to feel uneasy ; so, taking the hint con- veyed in the word fly, he made a spring as the com- mencement of a retreat from one who talked so fieicely and so disrespectfully. But he had miscalculated his^ powers. After running a few steps, his apprehensions overthrew him, and his persecutor walking up, said . " Oh ! you stumpy little peace-breaker, I knows what you have been about you've been drinking." " You nose it, hey ? much good may it do you Can't a man wet his whistle without your nosing it?" " No, you can't it's agin the law, which is very fuK upon this pint." " Pint ! Not the half of it I haven't got the stowage room." The " ketcher" laughed, for, notwithstanding their sanguinary profession, ketchers, like Lord Norbury, are said to love a joke, and to indulge in merriment, when 48 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. ever the boys are not near. He therefore picked up Smalt, ana placing him upon his knee, remarked as follows : " You're a clever enough kind of little feller, sonny ; but you ain't been eddicated to the law as I have ; so I'll give you a lecture. Justice vinks at vot it can't see, and lets them off vot it can't ketch. When you want to break it, you must dodge. You may do what you like in your own house, and the law don't know nothing about the matter. But never go thumping and bumping about the streets, when you are primed and snapped. That's intemperance, and the other is temperance. But now you come under the muzzle of the ordinance you're a loafer." " Now, look here I'll tell you the truth. Orson Dabbs swears he'll belt me yes, he calls me ' it' he said he'd sqush me with his foot he'd take a stick and kill it' me, I mean. What am I to do ? there'll be a fight, and Dabbs will get hurt." " He can't do what he says the law declares he musn't ; and if he does, it isn't any great matter he'll be put in limbo, you know." This, however, was a species of comfort which had very little effect upon Smalt. He cared nothing about what might be done with Orson Dabbs after Orson had done for him. His new friend, however, proved, as Smalt classically remarked, to be like a singed cat, much better than he looked, for he conducted the Lilliputian hero home, and, bundling him into the entry, left him there in comfort Rocky afterwards removed to another part of the town, for the purpose of keeping clear of his enemy, and, with many struggles, yielded the palm in relation to Miss -Vraminta Stycke, who soon became Mrs. Orson Dabbs ROCKY SMALT. 49 After this event, Rocky Smalt, who is not above the useful employment of gathering a little wisdom from experience, changed his system, and now speaks belli- gerently only in reference to the past, his gasconading stories invariably beginning, "A few years age, when I was a fighting carackter." 134 50 ) UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF P. PILGARL1C& PIGWIGGEN, ESQ. THE world has heard much of unwritten music, and more of unpaid debts ; a brace of unsubstantial! ties, in which very little faith is reposed. The minor poets have twangled their lyres about the one, until the sound has grown wearisome, and until, for the sake of peace and quietness, we heartily wish that unwritten music were fairly written down, and published in Willig's or Blake's best style, even at the risk of hearing it reverberate from every piano in the city : while iron-visaged creditors all creditors are of course hard, both in face and in heart, or they would not ask for their money have chattered of unpaid debts, ever since the flood, with a wet finger, was uncivil enough to wipe out pre-existing scores, and extend to each skulking debtor the " benefit of the act." But undeveloped genius, which is, in fact, itself unwritten music, and is very closely allied to unpaid debts, has, as yet, neither poet, trumpeter, nor biographer Gray, indeed, hinted at it in speaking of " village Hamp- dens," " mute inglorious Miltons," and " Cromwells guiltless," which showed him to be man of some dis- cernment, and possessed of inklings of the truth. But the general science of mental geology, and through that, the equally important details of mental mineralogy and UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. 51 mental metallurgy, to ascertain the unseen substratum of intellect, and to determine its innate wealth, are as yet unborn ; or, if phrenology be admitted as a branch of these sciences, are still in uncertain infancy. Unde- veloped genius, therefore, is still undeveloped, and is likely to remain so, unless this treatise should awaken some capable and intrepid spirit to prosecute an investi- gation at once so momentous and so interesting. If not, much of it will pass through the world undiscovered and unsuspected; while the small remainder can manifest itself in no other way than by the aid of a convulsion, turning its possessor inside out like a glove ; a method, which the earth itself was ultimately compelled to adopt, that stupid man might be made to see what treasures are to be had for the digging. There are many reasons why genius> so often remains invisible. The owner is frequently unconscious of the jewel in his possession, and is indebted to chance for the discovery. Of this, Patrick Henry was a striking instance. After he had failed as a shopkeeper, and was compelled to " hoe corn and dig potatoes," alone on his little farm, to obtain a meagre subsistence for his family, he little dreamed that he had that within, which would enable him to shake the throne of a distant tyrant, and nerve the arm of struggling patriots. Sometimes, how- ever, the possessor is conscious of his gift, but it is to him as the celebrated anchor was to the Dutchman ; he can neither use nor exhibit it. The illustrious Thomas Erskine, in his first attempt at the bar, made so signal a failure as to elicit the pity of the good natured, and the scorn and contempt of the less feeling part of the auditory. Nothing daunted, however, for he felt undeveloped genius strong within him, he left the court; muttering, "vith more profanity than was proper, but with much 52 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. truth, " By ! it is in me, and it shall come out !" He was right ; it was in him ; he did get it out, and rose to be Lord Chancellor of England. But there are men less fortunate ; as gifted as Erskine, though perhaps in a different way, they swear frequently, jis he did, but they cannot get their genius out. They feel it, like a rat in a cage, beating against their barring ribs, in a vain struggle to escape; and thus, with the materials for building a reputation, and standing high among the sons of song and eloquence, they pass their lives in obscurity, regarded by the few who are aware of their existence, as simpletons fellows sent upon the stage solely to fill up the grouping, to applaud their superiors, to eat, sleep, and die. P. PILGARLICK PIGWIGGEN, Esq., as he loves to be styled, is one of these unfortunate undeveloped gentle- men about town. The arrangement of his name shows him to be no common man. Peter P. Pigwiggen would be nothing, except a hailing title to call him to dinner, or to insure the safe arrival of dunning letters and tailors' bills. There is as little character about it as about the word Towser, the individuality of which has been lost by indiscriminate application. To all intents and pur- poses, he might just as well be addressed as " You Pete Pigwiggen," after the tender maternal fashion, in which, in his youthful days, he was required to quit dabbling ir the gutter, to come home and be spanked. But UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. 53 the aristocracy of birth and genius is all about it. The very letters seem tasselled and fringed with the cobwebs of antiquity. The flesh creeps with awe at the sound, and the atmosphere undergoes a sensible change, as at the rarefying approach of a supernatural being. It pene- trates the hearer at each perspiratory pore. The drop- ping of the antepenultimate in a man's name, and the substitution of an initial therefor, has an influence which cannot be defined an influence peculiarly strong in the case of P. Pilgarlick Pigwiggen the influence of unde- veloped genius analogous to that which bent the hazel rod, in the hand of Dousterswivel, in the ruins of St. Ruth, and told of undeveloped water. But to avoid digression, or rather to return from a ram- ble in the fields of nomenclature, P. Pilgarlick Pigwig- gen is an undeveloped genius a wasted man ; his talents are like money in a strong box, returning no interest. He is, in truth, a species of Byron in the egg : but unable to chip the shell, his genius remains unhatched. The chicken moves and faintly chirps within, but no one sees it, no one heeds it. Peter feels the high aspirations and the mysterious imaginings of poesy circling about the interior of his cranium ; but there they stay. When he attempts to give them utterance, he finds that nature for- got to bore out the passage which carries thought to the tongue and to the finger ends ; and as art has not yet found out the method of tunnelling or of driving a drift into the brain, to remedy such defects, and act as a gene- ral jail delivery to the prisoners of the mind, his divine conceptions continue pent in their osseous cell. In vain does Pigwiggen sigh for a splitting headache one that shall ope the sutures, and set his fancies free. In vain does he shave his forehead and turn down his shirt col- lar, in hope of finding the poetic vomitory, and of leaving 6 , CHARCOAL SKETCHES. it jlear of impediment ; in vain does he drink vast quan- ta es of gin to raise the steam so high that it may burst imagination's boiler, and suffer a few drops of it to esf-ape ; in vain does he sit up late o' nights, using all the cigars he can lay his hands on, to smoke out the sec/et. 'Tis useless all. No sooner has he spread the paper, and seized the pen to give bodily shape to airy dreams, than a dull dead blank succeeds. As if a flourish of the quill were the crowing of a " rooster," the dainty Ariels of his imagination vanish. The feather drops from his checked fingers, the paper remains unstained, and P. Pilgarlick Pigwiggen is still an undeveloped genius. Originally a grocer's boy, Peter early felt he had a soul above soap and candles, and he so diligently nou- rished it with his master's sugar, figs, and brandy, that early one morning he was unceremoniously dismissed with something more substantial than a flea in his ear. His subsequent life was passed in various callings ; but call as loudly as they would, our hero paid little attention to their voice. He had an eagle's longings, and with an inclination to stare the sun out of countenance, it was not to be expected that he would stoop to be a barn-yard fowl. Working when he could not help it; at times pursuing check speculations at the theatre doors, by way of turning an honest penny, and now and then gaining entrance by crooked means, to feed his faculties with a view of the performances, he likewise pursued his studies through all the ballads in the market, until qualified to read the pages of Moore and Byron. Glowing with ambition, he sometimes pined to see the poet's corner of our weekly periodicals graced with 'his effusions. But though murder may out, his undeveloped genius would not. Execution fell so far UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. 55 short of conception, that his lyrics were invariably rejected. Deep, but unsatisfactory, were the reflections which thence arose in the breast of Pigwiggen. " How is it," said he " how is it I can't level down my expressions to the comprehension of the vulgar, or level up the vulgar to a comprehension of my expres- sions ? How is it I can't get the spigot out, so my verses will run clear ? I know w,hat I mean myself, but nobody else does, and the impudent editors say it's wast- ing room to print what nobody understands. I've plenty of genius lots of it, for I often want to cut my throat, and would have done it long ago, only it hurts. I'm chock full of genius and running over ; for I hate all sorts of work myself, and all sorts of people mean enough to do it. I hate going to bed, and I hate getting up. My conduct is very eccentric and singular. I have the mise- rable melancholies all the time, and I'm pretty nearly always as cross as thunder, which is a sure sign. Genius is as tender as a skinned cat, and flies into a passion whenever you touch it. When I condescend to unbuzzum myself, for a little sympathy, to folks of ornery intellect and caparisoned to me, I know very few people that ar'n't ornery as to brains and pour forth the feelings indigginus to a poetic soul, which is always biling, they ludicrate my sitiation, and say they don't know what the dense I'm driving. at. Isn't genius al- ways served o' this fashion in the earth, as Hamlet, the boy after my own heart, says ? And when the slights of the world, and of the printers, set me in a fine frenzy, and my soul swells and swells, till it almost tears the shirt off my buzzum, and even fractures my dickey when it expansuates and elevates me above the common -herd, they laugh again, and tell me not to be pompious. The 56 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. poor plebinians and worse than Russian scurfs ! It ia the fate of genius it is his'n, or rather I should say, her'n to go through life with little sympathization and less cash. Life's a field of blackberry and raspberry bushes. Mean people squat down and pick the 3ruit, no matter how they black their fingers ; while genius, proud and perpendicular, strides fiercely on, and gets nothing but scratches and holes tore in its trousers. These things are the fate of genius, and when you see 'em, there is genius too, although the editors won't pub- lish its articles. These things are its premonitories, its janissaries, its cohorts, and its consorts. " But yet, though in flames in my interiors, I can't get it out. If I catch a subject, while I am looking at it, I can't find words to put it in ; and when I let go, to hunt for words, the subject is off like a shot. Sometimes 1 have plenty of words, but then there is either no ideas, or else there is such a waterworks and cataract of them, that when I catch one, the others knock it out of my fingers. My genius is good, but my mind is not suffi- ciently manured by 'ears." Pigwiggen, waiting it may be till sufficiently " ma- nured" to note his thoughts, was seen one fine morning not long since, at the corner of the street, with a me- lancholy, abstracted air, the general character of his appearance. His garments were of a rusty black, much the worse for wear. His coat was buttoned up to the throat, probably for a reason more cogent than that of showing the moulding of his chest, and a black hand kerchief enveloped his neck. Not a particle of white was to be seen about him ; not that we mean to infer timt his " sark" would not have answered to its name, if th muster roll of his attire had been called, for we scorn to speak of a citizen's domestic relations, and, until the UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. 57 coutiary is proved, we hold it but charity to believe that every man has as many shirts as backs. Peter's cheeks were pale and hollow ; his eyes sunken, and neither x>ap nor razor had kissed his lips for a week. His hands were in his pockets they had the accommodation all to themselves nothing else was there. " Is your name Peter P. Pigwiggen ?" inquired a man, with a stick, which he grasped in the middle. " My name is P Pilgarlick Pigwiggen, if you please, my good friend," replied our hero, with a flush of indig- nation at being miscalled. " You'll do," was the nonchalant response ; and " the man with a stick" drew forth a parallelogram of paper, curiously inscribed with characters, partly written and partly printed, of which the words, " The commonwealth greeting," were strikingly visible ; " you'll do, Mr. P. Pilgarlick Pigwiggen Peter. That's a capias ad respon- denduin, the English of which is, you're cotched because you can't pay ; only they put it in Greek, so's not to hurt a gentleman's feelings, and make him feel flat afore the company. I can't say much for the manners of the big courts, but the way the law's polite and a squire's office is genteel, when the thing is under a hundred dollars, is cautionary." There was little to be said. Peter yielded at or> ee His landlady, with little respect for the incipient Byron, had turned him out that morning, and had likewise sent " the man with a stick" to arrest the course of undeve- loped genius. Peter walked before, and he of the " taking way" strolled leisurely behind. * * # * # * " It's the fate of genius, squire. The money is owed. \Jut how can I help i<, ? I can't live without eating and 58 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. sleeping If I wasn't to do those functionaries, it would be suicide, severe beyond circumfiexion." " Well, you know, you must either pay or go to jail." ' Now, squire, as a friend I can't pay, and I don't admire jail as a friend, now." " Got any bail ? No ! what's your trade what name sit?" " Poesy," was the laconic, but dignified reply. "Pusey? Yes, I remember Pusey. You're in the shoe-cleaning line, somewhere in Fourth street. Pusey, ooots and shoes cleaned here. Getting whiter, ar'n't you ? I thought Pusey was a little darker in the counte- nance." " P-o-e-s-y !" roared Peter, spelling the word at the top of his voice ; " I'm a poet." " Well, Posy, I suppose you don't write for nothing. Why didn't you pay your landlady out of what you received for your books, Posy ?" " My genius ain't developed. I haven't written any thing yet. Only wait till my mind is manured, so I can catch the idea, and I'll pay off all old scores." " 'Twont do, Posy. I don't understand it at all. You must go and find a little undeveloped bail, or I must send you to prison. The officer will go with you. But stay ; there's Mr. Grubson in the corner perhaps he will bail you." Grubson looked unpromising. He had fallen asleep, and the flies hummed about his sulky copper-coloured visage, laughing at his unconscious drowsy efforts to drive them away. He was aroused by Pilgarlick, who nsinuatingly preferred the request. " I'll see you hanged first," replied Mr. Grubson ; " I goes bail for nobody. I'm undeveloped myself on tha; UNDEVELOPED GENIUS. 59 suoject, not but that I have the greatest respect for you in the world, but the most of people's cheats." " You see, Posy, the development won't answer You must try out of doors. The officer will go with you." " Squire, as a friend, excuse me," said Pilgarlick. " But the truth of the matter is this. I'm delicate about being seen in the street with a constable. I'm principled against it. The reputation which I'm going to get might be injured by it. Wouldn't it be pretty much the same thing, if Mr. Grubson was to go with the officer, and get me a little bail ?" " I'm delicate myself," growled Grubson ; " I'm prin- cipled agin that too. Every man walk about on his own 'sponsibility ; every man bail his own boat. You mighl jist as well ask me to swallow your physic, or take your thrashings." Alas ! Pilgarlick knew that his boat was past bailing. Few are the friends of genius in any of its stages very few are they when it is undeveloped. He, therefore, consented to sojourn in "Arch west of Broad," until the whitewashing process could be performed, on condition he were taken there by the " alley way ;" for he still looks ahead to the day, when a hot-pressed volume shall be published by the leading booksellers, entitled Poems, by P. Pilgarlick Pigwiggen, Esq. THE BEST-NATURED MAN IN THE WORLD. A YIELDING temper, when not carefully watched and curbed, is one of the most dangerous of faults. Like un- regulated generosity, it is apt to carry its owner into a thousand difficulties, and, too frequently, to hurry him into vices, if not into crimes. But as it is of advantage to others while inflicting injury upon its possessor, it has, by the common consent of mankind, received a fine name, which covers its follies and promotes its growth. This easiness of disposition, which is a compound of in- dolence, vanity, and irresolution, is known and applauded as " good-nature;" and, to have reached the superlative degree, so as to be called the " best-natured fellow in the world almost too good-natured for his own good," is regarded as a lofty merit. When applied to the proper person, though the recipient says nothing, it may be seen that it thrills him with delight ; the colour height- ens on his cheek ; and the humid brilliance of his eye speaks him ready to weep with joy over his own fancied perfections, and to outdo all his former outdoings. He is warmed through by the phrase, as if he had been feast- .'ng upon preserved ginger, and he luxuriates upon the sensation, without counting- the cost, and without calcu- lating the future sacrifices which it requires. He seldom sees why he is thus praised. He is content that it is so, THE BEST-NATURED MAN IN THE WORLD. 61 * without inquiring into the process by which it was brought about. It is enough for him that he is the best- natured fellow in the world, and the conclusion generally shows that, in phrase pugilistic, it is "enough." There are few kinds of extravagance more ruinous than that of indulging a desire for being excessively good-natured, as the good-natured pussy learnt when the monkey used her paw to draw chestnuts from the fire. A man of circum- scribed means may, with comparative safety, keep horses and dogs, drink Champagne and Burgundy bet upon races and upon cock-fights ; he may even gratify a taste for being very genteel for these things may subside into moderation ; but being very good-natured, in the popular acception of the phrase, is like the juvenile amusemen* of sliding down Market street hill on a sled. The further one goes, the greater is the velocity ; and, if the momen- tum be not skilfully checked, we are likely to land in the water. The " best-natured fellow in the world" is merely a convenience ; very useful to others, but worse than useless to himself. He is the bridge across the brook, and men walk over him. He is the wandering pony of the Pampas, seeking his own provender, yet ridden by those who contribute not to his support. He giveth up all the sunshine, and hath nothing but chilling shade for himself. He waiteth at the table of the world, serveth the guests, who clear the board, and, for food and pay, give him fine words, which culinary research hath long since ascertained cannot be used with profit, even in the buttering of parsnips. He is, in fact, an appendage, not an individuality ; and when worn out, as he soon must be, is thrown aside to make room for another, if another can be had. Such is the result of excessive compliance and obsequious good-nature. It plundereth a man of 1m 62 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. spine, and converteth him into a flexile willow, to be bent and twisted as his companions choose, and, should it please them, to be wreathed into a fish-basket. Are there any who doubt of this ? Let them inquire for one LENITER SALIX, and ask his opinion. Leniter may be ragged, but his philosophy has not so many holes in it as might be inferred from the state of his wardrobe. Nay, it is the more perfect on that account : a knowledge of the world penetrates the more easily when, from defective apparel, we approach the nearer to our original selves. Leniter's hat is crownless, and the clear light of knowledge streams without impediment upon his brain. He is not bound up in the^ strait jacket of prejudice, for he long since pawned his solitary vest, and his coat, made for a Goliath, hangs about him as loosely as a politician's principles, or as the purser's shirt in the poetical comparison. Salix has so long bumped hie head against a stone wall, that he has knocked a hole in it, and like Cooke, the tragedian, sees through his error. He has speculated as extensively in experience as if it were town lots. The quantity of that article he has purchased, could it be made tangible, would freight a seventy-four; were it convertible into cash, Croesus, King of Lydia, son of Halyattes, would be a Chelsea pensioner to Salix. But unluckily for hinj, there are stages in life when experience itself is more ornamental than useful. When, to use a forcible expression when, a man is " done," it matters not whether he has as much experience as Samson had hair, or as Bergami had whis- ker he can do no more. Salix has been in his time so much pestered with duns, " hateful to gods and men,' that he is done himself. " The sun was rushing down the west," as Banim has it, attending to its own business, and, by that means, THE BEST-NATURED MAN IN THE WORLD. 63 shedding benefit upon the world, when Leniter Salix was seen in front of a little grocery, the locale of which shall be nameless, sitting dejectedly upon a keg of mack- erel, number 2. He had been " the best-natured fellow in the world," but, as the geologists say, he was in a state of transition, and was rapidly becoming up to trap At all events, he had his nose to the grindstone, an ope- ration which should make men keen. He was house- less, homeless, penniless, and the grocery man had asked him to keep an eye upon the dog, for fear of the mid- summer catastrophe which awaits such animals when their snouts are not in a bird cage. This service was to be recompensed with a cracker, and a glass of what the shopman was pleased to call racky mirackilis, a fluid sometimes termed " railroad," from the rapidity with which it hurries men to the end of their journey. Like many of the best-natured fellows in the world, Salix, by way of being a capital companion, and of not being differ- ent from others, had acquired rather a partiality for riding on this " railroad," and he agreed to keep his trigger eye on the dog. "That's right, Salix. I always knowcd you were the best-natured fellow in the world." " H-u-m-p-s-e !" sighed Salix, in a prolonged, plain- .ve, uncertain manner, as if he admitted the fact, but doubted the honour; " h-u-m-p-s-e ! but, if it wasn't for the railroad, which is good for my complaint, because I take it internally to drive out the perspiration, I've a sort of a notion Carlo might take care of himself. There's the dog playing about without his muzzle, just because I'm good-natured ; there's Timpkins at work making money inside, instead of watching his own whelp, just because I'm good-natured ; and I'm to sit here doing nothing instead of going to get a little job a man promised 64 CHARCOAL SKETCHES me down towr., just because I'm good-natured. I can't see exactly what's the use of it to me. It's pretty much like having a bed of your own, and letting other people sleep in it, soft, while you sleep on the bare floor, hard. It wouldn't be so bad if you could have half, or quarter of the bed ; but no these good friends of mine, as I may say, turn in, take it all, roll themselves up in the kivering, and won't let us have a bit of sheet to mollify the white pine sacking bottom, the which is pleasant to whittle with a sharp knife quite soft enough for that purpose but the which is not the pink of feather beds. I don't like it I'm getting tired." The brow of Salix began to blacken therein having decidedly the advantage of his boots, which could nei- ther blacken themselves, nor prevail on their master to do it when Mrs. Timpkins, the shopman's wife, popped out with a child in her arms, and three more trapesing after her. " Law, Salix, how-dee-doo ? I'm so glad I know you're the best-natured creature in the world. Jist hold litile Biddy a while, and keep an eye on t'other young 'uns you're such a nurse he ! he ! he ! so busy ain't got no girl so busy washing most tea time- he ! he! he! Salix." Mrs. Timpkins disappeared, Biddy remained in the arms of Salix, and " t'other young 'uns" raced about with the dog. The trigger eye was compelled to invoke the aid of its coadjutor. " Whew!" whistled Salix; "the quantity of pork they give in this part of the town for a shilling is ama- zin' I'm so good-natured ! That railroad will be well earnt, anyhow. I'm beginning to think it's queer there ain't more good-natured people about besides me I'm a sort of mayor and corporation all myself in this busi- THE BEST-XATURED MAN IN THE WORLD. 65 ness. It's a monopoly where the profit's all loss. Now, for instance, these Timpkinses won't ask me to tea, be- cause I'm ragged ; but they ar'n't a bit too proud to ask me to play child's nurse and dog's uncle they won't lend me any money, because I can't pay, and they' re per- eimmony and sour about cash concerns and they won't let me have time to earn any money, and get good clothes that's because I'm so good-natur%d. I've a good mind to strike, and be sassy." " Hallo ! Salix, my good fellow !" said a man, (in a horse, as he rode up ; " you're the very chap I'm looking for. As I says to my old woman, says I, Leniter Salix is the wholesoul'destchap I ever did see. There's nothing he won't do for a friend, and I'll never forget him, if 1 was to live as old as Methuselah." Salix smiled Hannibal softened rocks with vinegar, but the stranger melted the ice of our hero's resolution with praise. Salix walked towards him, holding the child with one hand as he extended the other for a friendly shake. " You're the best-natured fellow in the world, Salix," ejaculated the stranger, as he leaped from the saddle, and hung the reins upon Salix's extended fingers, in- stead of shaking hands with him ; " you're the best- natured fellow in the world. Just hold my horse a mi- nute. I'll be back in a jiffey, Salix ; in less than half an hour," said the dismounted rider, as he shot round the corner. " If that ain't cutting it fat, I'll be darned!" growled Salix, as soon as he had recovered from his breathless amazement, and had gazed from dog to babe from horse to children. " Mr. Salix," screamed Miss Tabitha Gadabout from the next house, " I'm just running over to Timpson's 135 06 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. place. Keep an eye on my street door back in minute." She flew across the street, and as she went, tl. words "best natured-soul alive" were heard upon tho breeze. " That's considerable fatter it's as fat as show beef," saiJl Salix. " How many eyes has a good-natured fellow got, anyhow f Three of mine's in use a'ready. The good-natureder you are, the more eyes you have, I s'pose. That job up town's jobbed without me, and where I'm to sleep, or to eat my supper, it's not the easiest thing in the world to tell. Ain't paid my board this six months, I'm so good-natured ; and the old woman's so good- natured, she said I needn't come back. These Timp- kinses and all of 'em are ready enough at asking me to do things, but when I ask them There, that dog's off, and th,e ketchers are coming Carlo ! Carlo !" The baby began squalling, and the horse grew restive , the dog scampered into the very teeth of danger ; and the three little Timpkinses, who could locomote, went scrabbling, in different directions, into all sorts of mischief, until finally one of them pitched head .foremost into a cellar. Salix grew furious. " Whoa, pony ! hush, you infer- nal brat! here, Carlo! Thunder and crockery ! there's a young Timpkins smashed and spoilt ! knocked into a cocked hat !" " Mr. Salix !" shouted a boy, from the other side of the way, " when you're done that 'ere, mammy says if you won't go a little narrand for her, you're so good- nater'd." There are moments when calamity nerves us ; when wild frenzy congeals into calm resolve ; as one may see oy penning a cat in a corner. It is then that the coward There! that dos's off, a:i I the ketj'.t-rs are comin" J ulo: Cuilo!" rt upon 94 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the curbstone and take his dinner with more picturesqv j effect. Yet, as has been hinted above, Dilly has his sorrows, particularly at night, after a hard day's work, when his animal spirits have been exhausted by reducing gum logs to the proper measure. In the morning he is full of life and energy, feeling as if he could saw a cord of Shot- towers, and snap the pillars of the Bank across his knee Uke pipe stems. In the full flush of confidence at that time of day, reflection batters against him in vain ; but as the night draws on, Dilly feels exhausted and spirit- less. His enthusiasm seems to disappear with the sun, and neither the moon nor the stars can cause high tide in the river of his mind. The current of his good spirits- shrinks in its channel, leaving the gay and gorgeous barques of hope and confidence drearily ashore on the muddy flats ; and his heart fails him as if it were useless longer to struggle against adversity. It was in this mood that he was once seen travelling homeward, with his horse and saw fixed scientifically upooi his shoulders. He meandered in his path in the way peculiar to men of his vocation, and travelled with that curvilinear elegance which at once indicates that he who practises it is of the wood-sawing profession, and illustrates the lopsided consequences of giving one leg more to do than the other. But Dilly was too melan- choly on this occasion to feel proud of his professional air, and perhaps, had he thought of it, would have re- proved the leg which performed the "sweep of sixty," for indulging in such graces, and thereby embarrassing its more humble brother, which, knowing that a right line is the shortest distance between two places, laboured to go straight to its destination. Diily, however, had no DILLY JONES. 95 such stuff in his thoughts. His mind was reasoning from the past to the future, and was mournfully meditating upon the difficulties of keeping up with the changes of tie times, which roll onward like a Juggernaut, and crush all who are not swift enough to maintain themselves in the lead. He wondered why fashions and customs should so continually change, and repined that he could not put a spoke in their wheel, that the trade, of one's early days might likewise be the trade of one's latter years. So complete was his abstraction that he uncon- sciously uttered his thoughts aloud : " Sawing wood's going all to smash," said he, " and that's where every thing goes what I speculates in. This here coal is doing us up. Ever since these black stones was brought to town, the wood-sawyers and pilers, -and them soap-fat and hickory-ashes men, has been going down ; and, for my part, I can't say as how I see what's to be the end of all their new-fangled contraptions. But it's always so ; I'm always crawling out of the little end of the horn. I began life in a comfortable sort of a way ; selling oysters out of a wheelbarrow, all clear grit, and didn't owe nobody nothing. Oysters went down slick enough for a while, but at last cellars was invented, and darn the oyster, no matter how nice it was pickled, coulc poor Dill sell ; so I had to eat up capital and profits my self. Then the ' pepree pot smoking' was sot up, and went ahead pretty considerable for a time ; but a parcel of fellers come into it, said my cats wasn't as good as their'n, when I know'd they was as fresh as any cats in . the market ; and pepree pot was no go. Bean soup was just as bad ; people said kittens wasn't good done that way, and the more I hollered, the more the customers wouldn't come, and them what did, wanted tick. Along with the boys arid their pewter ftps, them what got trust 96 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. and didn't pay, and the abusing of my goods, 1 was soon fotch'd up in the victualling line and I busted for the benefit of my creditors. But genius riz. I made a raise of a horse and saw, after being a wood-piler's prentice for a while, and working till I was free, and now here comes the coal to knock this business in the head. My people's decent people, and I can't disgrace 'em by turn- ing Charcoal Jemmy, or smashing the black stones with a pickaxe. They wouldn't let me into no society at all if I did." The idea of being excluded from the upper circles of he society in "which he had been in the habit of moving, fell heavily upon the heart of poor Dilly Jones. He imagined the curled lips and scornful glances of the aris- tocratic fair, who now listened with gratification to his compliments and to his soft nonsense ; he saw himself passed unrecognised in the street absolutely cut by his present familiar friends, and the thought of losing caste almost crushed his already dejected spirit. The workings of his imagination, combined with the fatigue of his limbs, caused such exhaustion, that, dis- lodging his horse from his shoulder, he converted it into a camp-stool, seated himself under the lee of a shop window, and, after slinging his saw petulantly at a dog, gazed with vacant eyes upon the people who occasionally passed, and glanced at him with curiosity. " Hey, mister !" said a shop-boy, at last, " I want to get shut of you, 'cause we're goin' to shet up. You're right in the way, and if you don't boom along, why Ben and me will have to play hysence, clearance, puddin's out with you afore you've time to chalk your knuckles - won't we, Ben ?" " We'll pknip him off of baste before he can say fliance, or get a sneak. We're knuckle dabsters, both on us. DILLY TONES. 97 You'd better emigrate the old man's coming, and if he finds you here, he'll play the mischief with you, before you can sing out ' I'm up if you knock it and ketch? " So saying, the two lads placed themselves one on each side of Dilly, and began swinging their arms with an ex- pression that hinted very plainly at a forcible ejectment. Dilly, however, who had forgotten all that he ever knew of the phrases so familiar to those who scientifically under- stand the profound game of marbles, wore the puzzled air of one who labours to comprehend what is said to him. But the meaning became so apparent as not to be mis- taken, when Ben gave a sudden pull at the horse which almost dismounted the rider. " Doa't be so unfeelin'," ejaculated Dilly, as he clutch- ed the cross-bars of his seat ; " don't be unfeelin', for a man in grief is like a wood-piler in a cellar mind how you chuck, or you'll crack his calabash." " Take care of your calabash then," was the grinning response ; " you must skeete, even if you have to cut high-dutchers with your irons loose, and that's no fun." " High-dutch yourself, if you khow how ; only go 'way from me, 'cause I ain't got no time." " Well," said the boys, " haven't we caught you n our payment? what do you mean by crying here what do you foller when you're at home?" " I works in wood ; that's what I foller." " You're a carpenter, I s'pose," said Ben, winking at Tom. " No, not exactly ; but I saws wood better nor any naif dozen loafs about the drawbridge. If it wasn't for grief, I'd give -both of you six, and beat you too the best day you ever saw, goin' the rale gum and hickory for I don't believe you're gentlemen's sons ; nothin' but poor 137 98 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. tras h half and half want to be and can't, or you wouldn't keep a troubling of me." " ftauley, Ben, if he isn't a wharf-rat! If you don't trot, as I've told you a'ready, boss will be down upon you and fetch you up like a catty on a cork-line jerk !" " That's enough," replied Dilly ; " there's more places nor one in the world at least there is yet ; new fash' ions haven't shut up the streets yet, and obligated people to hire hackney balloons if they want to go a walkin', or omnibus boardin' houses whrfh they want a fip's worth of dinner, or a levy's worth of sleep. Natural legs is got some chance for a while anyhow, and a man can get along if he ain't got clock-vurks to make him go. ' I hope, by'm'by," added Dill scornfully, as he marched away from the chuckling lads, " that there won't be no boys to plague people. I'd vote for that new fashion myself. Boys is luisances, accordin' to me." He continued to soliloquize as he went, and his last observations were as follows : " I wonder, if they wouldn't list me for a Charley ? Hollering oysters and bean soup has guv' me a splendid woice ; and instead of skeering 'em away, if the thieves were to hear me singing out, my style of doing it would almost coax 'em to come and be took up. They'd feel like a bird when a snake is after it, and would walk up, and poke their coat collars right into my fist. Then, after a while, I'd perhaps be promoted to the fancy business of pig ketehing, which, though it is werry light and werry elegant, requires genus. Tisn't every man that can come the scientifics in that line, and has studied the nature of a pig, so as to beat him at canoeuvering, and make him surrender 'cause he sees it ain't no use of doing nothing r t wants laming to conwince them critters, and it's only DILLY JONES. 99 to be done by heading 'em up handsome, hopping which ever way they hop, and tripping 'em up genteel by shaking hands with their off hind leg. I'd scorn to pull their tails out by the roots, or to hurt their feelin's by dragging 'em about by the ears. ' But what's the use ? If I was listed, they'd soon find out to holler the hour and to ketch the thieves by steam ; yes, and they'd take 'em to court on a railroad, and try 'em with biling water. They'll soon have black locomotives for watchmen and constables, and big bilers for judges and mayors. Pigs will be ketched by steam, and will be biled fit to eat before they are done squealing. By and by, folks won't be of no use at all. There won't be no people in the world but tea kettles ; no mouths, but safety valves ; and no talking, but blowing off steam. If I had a little biler inside of me, I'd turn omnibus, and week- days I'd run from Kensington to the Navy Yard, and Sundays I'd run to Fairmount." THE FLESHY ONE " 'Twas fat, not fate, by which Napoleon /c{) ** THERE is a little man in a sister city there A, 4 little men in most cities but the one now on the tapis is a pecu- liar little man a fat little man. He is one who may be described as a person about five feet five feet high and very nearly five feet thick, bearing much resemblance to a large New England pumpkin stuck upon a pair of beets. When he lies down to sleep, were it not for his nose at one extremity and his toes at the other, the spectator would naturally suppose that he was standing upright under the cover. When he descends the stairs, he might as well roll on his side as fatigue himself with walking; and, as for tumbling down as other people tumble down, that is out of the question with Berry Huckel, or Hucke] Berry, as he is sometimes called, because of his round- ness. Should he, however, chance to trip, which he is apt to do, not being able to reconnoitre the ground in the vicinity of his feet, before he achieves a fair start from the perpendicular, his " corporosity" touches the ground which his hands in vain attempt to reach, and he remains, until helped up, in the position of a schoolboy stretching himself over a cotton bale. Had he been the Lucius Junius of antiquity, the Pythia would never have beer. so silly as to advise him to kiss his mother earth ; for THE FLESHY ONE. 101 unless his legs are tilted up by some one like the handles of a wheelbarrow, Berry Huckel can never bite the dust. He cannot fall on his nose that glorious privilege has been denied to men of his periphery ; but when enjoying moderate serenity of mind, he is always able to sleep o' nights, therein having no trifling advantage over your Seurats, your Edsons, your walking anatomies, whose aspect is a reproach to those who have the feeding of them. But biographical accuracy, and a desire that future generations may not be misled as to those important facts which make up the aggregate of history, render it neces- sary to avow that these fleshy attributes worry Mr. Berry Huckel. He cannot look upon the slender longitude of a bean-pole, he cannot observe the attenuated extent of a hop-stick, or regard the military dandyism of a grey- hound's waist, without experiencing emotions of envy, and wishing that he had himself been born to the same lankiness of figure, the same emaciation of contour. He rejoices not in his dimensions, and, contrary to all rules in physical science, believes that what he gains in weight, he loses in importance. It must, however, be confessed that he has some reason for discontent. He cannot wear shoes, for he must have -assistance to tie them, and other fingers than his own to pull them up at heel. Boots are not without their vexations, although he has a pair of long hooks constructed expressly for his own use ; and should a mosquito bite his knee which mosquitoes are apt to do it costs him a penny to hire a boy to scratch it. Berry is addicted to literature, and once upon a time could write tolerable verses, when he was thin enough to sit so near a table as to be able to write upon it. But this is not the case at present. His body is too large, and his arms too short, for such an achievement. 102 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. It is happily so arranged that the mind of man in general accommodates itself to circumstances. We become reconciled to that which is beyond remedy, and at length scarcely bestow a thought upon subjects which, when new, were sources of much disquietude and annoyance. In fact, owing to the compensating principle so often acted on by nature, it is by no means rare to find vanity nourishing most luxuriantly in those who have least cause to entertain the feeling. The more numerous our defects, the greater is our self-satisfaction and thus the bitterness and discontent that might be engendered by a knowledge that in mental or in physi- cal gifts we are far inferior to the majority of mankind, are harmlessly and pleasantly prevented. Who so happy as the simpleton, who is unconscious of any difference between himself and the superior spirits with whom he is thrown in contact, and who would smilingly babble his niaiseries in the presence of the assembled wisdom of the world? Who look more frequently or with greater delight into the mirror, than they who have in truth but little reason to be gratified with the object it reflects? and who indulge more in personal adornment than they in whom it would be the best policy to avoid display, and to attract the least possible attention to their outward proportions ? The ugly man is apt to imagine that the fair are in danger of being smitten with him at first sight, and perhaps but we do not pretend to much knowledge on this branch of the subject, though suspect- ing, contrary to the received opinion, that the masculine gender are much more liable to the delusions of conceit than the softer sex, and that the guilty, having a more perfect command of the public ear, have in this instance, as in many others, charged their own sins upon the guiltless perhaps plain women are to a certain extent THE FLESHY ONE. I OB subject to the same imputation. But who, even if he had the power, would be so unfeeling as to dissolve the charm and dissipate the " glamour" which is so potent in making up the estimate, when we sit in judgment on ourselves ? Who, indeed, could do it safely ? for every one is indebted to the witchery of self-deception for no small portion of the comfortable sensations that strew flow- ers on his path through life ; and it would be the height of cruelty if the " giftie" desired by Burns were accorded, enabling us to " see oursels as ithers see us." It was had it been carried out to its full extent an unkind ofler, that of Cassius to play the moral looking- glass to his brother conspirator, and " show that to himself which he yet knew not of." If true and unre- lenting in its office, such a looking-glass would be in danger of a fracture, and it would have the alternatives of being either considered as a malicious exaggerator, or as a mere falsifier that delights to wound. But digression is a runaway steed, all this bears but slantingly on Berry Huckel, and they who love not generalizing, may substitute for it the individual specifi- cation that, owing to the comforting operation of custom, even Berry might not have troubled himself on the score of the circumstantial and substantial fat by which he is enveloped, had it not been that in addition to an affection for himself, he had a desire that he should be equally esteemed by another. In short, Berry discovered, like many other people, that his sensibilities were expansive as well as his figure that it was not all sufficient to happiness to love one's self, and that his heart was more than a sulky, being sufficient to carry two. Although &o well fenced in, his soul was to be reached, and when reached, it was peculiarly susceptible of soft impressions " The blind bow-boy's butt-shaft" never had a better mark 104 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. In love, however, like does not consort with lika either in complexion, in figure, or in temper, or each race would preserve its distinct lineage with the regu larity of the stripes upon the tartan. The fiery little man little men are almost always fiery, a fact which can only be accounted for on the theory, that whether the individual be big or little, he contains the same quantity of the electro-magnetism of vitality, or in other words, of the spirit of life, this spirit in a large body, having a greater amount of matter to animate, cannot afford to flash arid blaze except on extraordinary occasions- while, being superabundant in the smaller figure, it has a surplus on hand, which stimulates to restlessness and activity, engenders warmth and irritability of temper, and is always ready for explosion thus, the fiery little man is apt to become attached to beauty upon a large scale. He loves by the ton, and will have no idol but one that he must look up to. By such means the petu- lance of diminutiveness is checked and qualified by the phlegmatic calmness and repose of magnitude. The walking tower, on the contrary, who shakes the earth with his ponderous tread, dreams of no other lady-love except those miniature specimens of nature's handiwork, who move with the lightness of the gossamer, and seem more like the creation of a delightful vision than tangible reality. In this, sombre greatness asks alleviation from the butterfly gayety which belongs to the figure of fairy mould. The swarthy bend the knee to those of clear and bright complexion, and your Saxon blood seeks the " dark-eyed one" to pay its devotions. The impulse of nature leads to those alliances calculated to correct faults on both sides, and to prevent their perpetuity. The grave would associate with the gay, the short pine for he tall, the fat for the lean, the sulky for the sunny THE FLESHY ONE. 105 the big covet the little ; and, if our philosophy be not always borne out by the result, it is because circumstance or accident counteracts instinct, or that the cases cited form exceptions to the rule without impairing its force. A true theorist always leaves the wicket of escape open behind him. At all events, Berry Huckel was in the strictest con- formity to the rule. His affections were set upon lathi- ness, and if he could not fall in love, he certainly con- trived to roll himself into it. He was indulging himself in a walk on a pleasant day, and, as usual, was endeavouring to dance along and to skip over the impediments in the path, for the purpose of persuading himself that he was a light and active figure, and that if any change were going on in his cor- poral properties, it was a favourable one, when an event occurred which formed an era in his life. He twirled his little stick, a big one would have looked as if he needed support, and, pushing a boy with a basket aside, attempted to hop over a puddle which had formed on the crossing at the corner of the street. The evolution, however, was not so skilfully achieved as it would have been by any one of competent muscle who carried less weight. Berry's foot came down " on the margin of fair Zurich's waters," and caused a terrible splash, sending the liquid mud about in every direction. " Phew !" puffed Berry, as he recovered himself, and looked with a doleful glance at the melancholy condition in which his vivacity had left his feet. " Splut !" ejaculated the boy with the basket, as he wiped the mud out of his eyes. " Jist let me ketch you up our alley, that's all, puddy-fat !" " Ah !" shrieked Miss Celestina Scraggs, a very tall ady, and particularly bony, as she regarded the terriole 106 CHARCOAL SKETCHKS. spots and stains with which Berry had disfigured hei dress : " what a pickle !" Berry turned round at the voice of a female in distress, and the sight of her went to his heart like an arrow. Miss Celestina Scraggs was precisely his beau ideal of what a woman should be not perhaps in countenance, but her figure was the very antipodes of his own, and he felt that his time was come. As for face and a few more years than are desirable, Berry cared not, if the lady were tall enough and thin enough, and in the individual before him he saw both those qualities combined. " My dear madam," said Berry, ducking his head after the semblance of a bow, and raising his hat with a graceful curve " my dear madam, I beg ten thousand pardons. Allow me, if you please," continued he, ob- serving that she paid no attention to his speech, and was attempting to shake off the looser particles of mud, an operation in which Berry ventured to assist. "Let me alone, sir I wonder at your impudence," was the indignant reply, and Miss Celestina Scraggs floated onward, frowning indignantly, and muttering as she went " First splash a body, and then insult a body ! Pretty pickle, nice situation! fat bear !" Berry remained in attitude, his hat in one hand and his handkerchief with which he would have wiped the injured dress in the other. The scorn of the lady had no other effect on him than that of riveting his chains. " Hip-helloo, you sir !" shouted an omnibus drive.- from his box, as he cracked his whip impatiently ; " don't stand in the middle of the street all day a blockin' up the gangvay, or I'll drive right over you blamenation if I don't!" "Shin it, good man!" ejaculated a good-natured urchin ; " sn.n it as well as you know how !" THE FI.KSHY ONE. 107 The qualification was a good one, Berry not being well calculated for a " stunner" of the first class. So starting from his revery, he hastened to escape " as well as he knew how," and, placing his hat once more upon his head, he resolved to follow the injured lady to ascer- tain her residence, and to devise ways and means of seeking her favour under better auspices. He hurried up the street with breathless haste, forming a striking resemblance to the figure which a turtle would present if walking a match against time on its hinder nippers. * * # # * * Passing over intermediate circumstances, it will suffice to say that Mr. Berry Huckel discovered the residence of Miss Scraggs, and that, by perseverance, he obtained an introduction according to etiquette. The more he saw of her the more thoroughly did he become fascinated ; but Miss Scraggs showed no disposition to receive his suit with any symptoms of favour. She scornfully rejected his addresses, chiefly because, although having no objection to a moderate degree of plumpness, his figure was much too round to square with her ideas of manly beauty and gentility of person. In vain did he plead the consuming passion, which, like the purest anthracite with the blower on, flamed in his bosom and consumed his vitals. Miss Scraggs saw no signs of spontaneous combustion in his jolly form ; and Miss Scraggs, who is " as tall and as straight as a poplar tree," declared that she could not marry a man who would hang upon her arm like a bucket to a pump. That he was not a grenadier in height might have been forgiven : but to be sh'ort and " roly-poly" at the same time ! Miss Seraphina Scraggs could not think of it she would faint at the idea. Berry became almost desperate. He took lessons or J08 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the flute, and trolled forth melancholy lays beneath the lady's casement, to try the effect of dulcet sounds upon a hard heart ; but having been informed from a neigh- bouring window that fifer-boys were not wanted in that street, and that no nuisances would be tolerated, he abandoned music in despair; and having consulted a physician as to the best method of reducing corpulency, he went to the Gymnasium, and endeavoured to climb poles and swing upon bars for hours at a time. But the unhappy Berry made but little progress, and in his unskilful efforts having damaged his nose and caused temporary injury to the beauty of his frontispiece, he gave up the design of making himself an athlete by that species of exercise. For sparring, he found that he had no genius at all, his wind being soon exhausted, and his body being such pleasant practice that his opponents never knew when to be done hitting at one whose frame gave no jarring to the knuckles. It was, however, pic- turesque to see Berry with the gloves on, accoutred for the fray, and squaring himself to strike and parry at his own figure in the glass. Deliberation and the line of beauty were in all his movements. Not obtaining his end in this way, he tried dieting and a quarter at dancing school ; but short-commons proved too disagree- able, and his gentle agitations to the sound of the fiddle, as he chassez'd, coupez'd, jetez'd, and balancez'd only increased his appetite and added to his sorrows. Be- sides, his landlady threatened to discharge him for damaging the house, and alarming the sleepers by his midnight repetitions of the lessons of the day. As he lav in bed wakeful with thought, he would suddenly, as lie Happened to remember that every moment was of importance for the reduction of his dimensions, slide oui upon the floor, and make tremendous efforts at a perform THE FLESHY ONE. 109 ance of the " pigeon-wing," each thump resounding like the report of a cannon, and causing all the glasses in the row to rattle as if under the influence of an earth- quake. On one occasion indeed it was about two o'clock in the morning the whole house was roused by a direful, and, until then, unusual uproar in the chamber of Berry Huckel a compound of unearthly singing and of appalling knocks on the floor. The boldest, having approached the door to listen, applied their ears to the keyhole, and heard as follows : " Turn out your toes forward two tol-de-rol-tiddle (thump) tiddle (bump) twiddle (bang!) cross over tiddle (whack) twiddle (smack) tiddle (crack) twiddle (bang!)" (Rap! rap! rap!) " Good gracious, Mr. Huckel, what's the meaning of all this ? are you crazy ?" " No, I'm dancing balancez! tiddle (bump) tiddle (thump} tiddle (bang!)" Crash ! splash ! went the basin-stand, and the boarders rushing in, found Berry Huckel in " the garb of old Gaul," stumbling amid the fragments he had caused by his devotions to the graces. He was in disgrace for a week, and always laboured under the imputation of having been a little non-com on that occasion ; /but with love to urge him on, what is there that man will no: strive to accomplish ? ****** Berry's dancing propensity led him to various balls and hops ; and on one of these occasions, he met Miss Scraggs in all her glory, but as disdainful as ever. After bowing to her with that respectful air, which intimated that the heart he carried, though lacerated by her conduct, was still warm with affection, he took a little weak lemonade, which, as he expressed it, was the appropriate tipple for gentlemen in his situation, and then 110 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. placed himself immediately under the fiddlers, leaning against the wall in a despairing attitude, arms carelessly crossed, a handkerchief dangling negligently from his little finger, his mouth half open, and his eyes now fixed with resignation upon the ceiling, and anon dropping misanthropically to the ground. The tout ensemble was touching in the extreme, but Miss Scraggs only smiled derisively when her eyes fell upon her dejected lover Berry, however, finding that this would not do, cheered himself with wine, and danced furiously at every oppor- tunity. Gracefully glided the dancers, merrily twinkled their feet, and joyously squeaked the fiddles, as Berry, late in the evening, panting with his previous Terpsi- chorean exertions, resolved to have a chat with the obdu- rate Seraphina, and solicited the honour of her fair hand for the next set. " Mons'us warm, miss," said Berry, by way of open- ing the conversation in a novel and peculiarly elegant way, " mons'us warm, and dancing makes itmons'usser." " Very mons'us," replied Miss Scraggs, glancing at him from head to foot with rather a satirical look, for Miss Scraggs is disposed to set up for a wit ; " very mons'us, indeed. But you look warm, Mr. Huckel hadn't you better try a little punch ? It will agree with your figure." " Punch !" exclaimed Berry, in dismay, as he started back three steps " Oh, Judy !" He rushed to the refreshment room to cool his fever- he snatched his hat from its dusky guardian, forgetting to give him a " levy," and hurriedly departed. It was not many hours afterwards that Berry his love undiminished, and his knowledge refreshed that gymnas- tics are a remedy against exuberance of flesh was seei THE FLESHY ONE. Ill with his hat upon a stepping stone in front of a house in Chestnut street, labouring with diligence at jumping over both the stone and the chapeau. But the heaviness of his heart seemed to rob his muscles of their elasticity. He failed at each effort, and kicked his hat into the middle of the street. " Phew !" said he, " my hat will be ruinationed to all intents and purposes. Oh ! if I wasn't so fat, I might be snoozing it off at the rate of nine knots instead of tiring myself to death. Fat ain't of no use, but on the contrary. Fat horses, tat cows, and fat sheep are respected accordin', but fat men are respected disaccordin'. Folks laugh the gals turn up their noses, and Miss Scraggs punches my feelings with a personal insinuation. Punch ! oh my ! It's tiresome, to be sure, to jump over this 'ere, but it's a good deal tiresomer to be so jolly you can't jump at all, and can't even jump into a lady's affeckshins. So here's at it agin. Warn'ee wunst ! warn'ee twy'st ! warn'ee three times all the way home !' Berry stooped low, swinging his arms with a pendu- lum motion at each exclamation, and was about assuming the salient attitude of the pound of butter which Daw- kins, for want of a heavier missile, threw at his wife, when he was suddenly checked by the arrival of a fellow boarder, who exclaimed, "Why, Berry, what are you at?" "Don't baulk, good man I say, don't baulk but now you have done it, can you jump over that 'ere hat, fair standing jump, with a brick in each hand none of your long runs and hop over ? kin you do it ? answer me that !" queried B'erry, as he blew in his hands, and then commenced flapping his arms a la wood-sawyer. " Perhaps I might but it won't do for us to be cutting rustics here at this time o' night. You had better sing mighty small, I tell you." 112 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. 1 Pooh ! pooh ! don't be redickalis. The doctor says if I don't exercise, I'll be smothered ; and Miss Scraggs called me punch, and won't have me I'm jumping for my life, and for my wife too." " You d better go prentice to Jeames Crow," said his friend Brom, dryly, " and learn the real scienti- fics." " It would make me laugh," replied Berry, gravely ; " such as you can afford to laugh and get fat, but I can't. I've jumped six fireplugs a' ready, and I'll jump over that 'ere hat before I go home I'm be blowed out bigger if I don't. Now squat, Brom squat down, and see if I go fair. Warn'ee wunst " " You're crazy !" answered Brom, losing all patience, " you're a downright noncompusser. I haven't seen a queerer fellow since the times of ' Zacchy in the meal- bag;' and if you go on as you have lately, it's my opinion that your relations shouldn't let you run at large." " That's what I complain of I can't run any other way than at large ; but if you'll let me alone, I'll try to jump myself smaller. So clear out, skinny, and let me practyse. Warn'ee wunst ! " " You'd better come home, and make no bones about it." " Bones ! I ain't got any. I'm a boned turkey. If you do make me go home, you can't say you boned me. I've seen the article, but I never had any bones myself." This was, to all appearance, true enough, but his persecutor did not take the joke. Berry is, in a certain sense, good stock. He would yield a fat dividend ; but. though so well incorporated, no " bone-us" for the- pri vilege is forthcoming. THE FLESHY ONE. 113 " Yes, you're fat enough, and I'm sorry to say, you're queer enough too ; queer is hardly a name for you. You must be taken care of, and go home at once, or I'll call assistance." Well, if I must, I must that's all. But if I get the popperplexy, and don't get Miss Scraggs, it's all your fault. You won't let me dance in my chamber you won't let me jump over my hat you won't let me do nothing. I can't get behind the counter to tend the custom- ers, without most backing the side of the house out ; but what do you care ? and now you want me to get fatter by going to sleep. By drat I I wouldn't wonder if I was to be ten pounds heavier in the morning. If I am, in the first place, I'll charge you for widening me and spoiling my clothes ; and then for if I get fatter, Miss Scraggs won't have me a good deal more than she won't now, and my hopes and affeckshins will be blighteder than they are at this present sitting why, then, I'll sue you for breach of promise of marriage." " Come along. There's too many strange people running about already. It's time you were thinned off." " That's jist exactly what I want ; I wish you could thin me off," sobbed Berry, as he obeyed the order ; but he was no happier in the morning. Miss Seraphina Scraggs continues obdurate, for her worst fears are realized. He etill grows fatter, though practising " warn'ec wunst" at all convenient opportunities. 138 I 114) GARDEN THEATRICALS. MAN is an imitative animal, and consequently, the distinguished success which has fallen to the lot of a few of our countrymen in the theatrical profession, has had a great effect in creating longings for histrionic honours. Of late years, debuts have been innumerable, and it would be a more difficult task than that prescribed by Orozimbo " to count the leaves of yonder forest" if any curious investigator, arguing from known to unknown quantities, were to undertake the computation of the number of Roscii who have not as yet been abl to effect their coup d'essai. In this quiet city many as she has already given to the boards multitudes are yet to be found, burning with ardour to " walk the plank," who, in their prospective dreams, nightly hear the timbers vocal with their mighty tread, and snuff the breath of immortality in the imaginary dust which answers to the shock. The recesses of the town could furnish forth hosts of youths who never thrust the left hand into a Sunday boot, preparatory to giving it the last polish, without jerking up the leg thereof with a Kean- like scowl, and sighing to think that it is not the well buffed gauntlet of crook'd Richard lads, who never don their night gear for repose, without striding thus attired across their narrow dormitory, and for the nonce, be- lieving themselves accoutred to "go on" for Rolla, 01 GARDEN THEATRICALS. 115 the Pythagorean of Syracuse two gentlemen who pro- menade in " cutty sarks," and are as indifferent about rheumatism as a Cupid horsed upon a cloud. But in the times of which we speak, stage-struck heroes were r^ire. The theatrical mania was by no means prevalent. It went and came like the influ enza, sometimes carrying off its victims ; but they were not multitudinous. Our actors were chiefly im- portations. The day of native talent was yet in the gray of its morning a few streakings or so, among the Tressels and Tyrells, but nothing tip-topping it in the zenith. There are, however, few generalities without an exception, and in those days, Theodosius Spoon had the honour to prove the rule by being an instance to the contrary. Theodosius Spoon called by the waggish Tea-spoon, and supposed by his admirers to be born for a stirring fellow one who would whirl round until he secured for himself a large share of the sugar of existence Theo- dosius Spoon was named after a Roman emperor not by traditional nomenclature, which modifies the effect of the thing, but directly, " out of a history book" abridged by Goldsmith. It having been ascertained, in the first place, that the aforesaid potentate, with the exception of having massacred a few thousand innocent people one day, was a tolerably decent fellow for a Roman empe- ror, he was therefore complimented by having his name bestowed upon a Spoon. It must not, however, be thought that the sponsors were so sanguine as to enter- tain a hope that their youthful charge would ever reach the purple. Their aspirations did not extend so far ; but being moderate in their expectations, they acted on the sound and well established principle that, as fine feathers make fine birds, fine names, to a certain extent, must 116 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. have an analogous effect that our genius should be educed, as it were, by the appellation bestowed upon us ; and that we should be so sagaciously designated that to whatever height fortune leads, fame, in speaking of us, may have a comfortable mouthful, and we have no cause under any circumstances to blush for our name. Mr. and Mrs. Spoon wise people in their way rea- soned in the manner referred to. They were satisfied that a sonorous handle to one's patronymic acts like a balloon to its owner, and that an emaciated, every-day, threadbare cognomen a Tom, Dick, and Harry denomi- nation is a mere dipsey, and must keep a man at the bottom. Coming to the application of the theory, they were satisfied that the homely though useful qualities of the spoon would be swallowed up in the superior attributes of Theodosius. That this worthy pair were right in the abstract is a self-evident proposition. Who, tor instance, can meet with a Napoleon Bonaparte Mugg, without feeling that when the said Mugg is emptied of its spirit, a soul will have exhaled, which, had the gate of circumstance opened the way, would have played foot-ball with monarchs, and have wiped its brogues upon empires ? An Archimedes Pipps is clearly born to be a " screw," and to operate extensively with " burning glasses," if not upon the fleets of a Marcellus, at least upon his own body corporate. While Franklin Fipps, if in the mercantile line, is pretty sure to be a great flier of kites, and a speculator in vapours, and such like fancy stocks. If the Slinkums call their boy Caesar, it follows as a natural consequence that the puggish disposition of the family nose will, in his case, gracefully curve into the aquiline, and that the family propensity for the Fabian method of getting out of a scrape, will be Caesarised into a valour, which at its very aspect would set " all Ga ' GARDEN THEATRICALS. 117 into a quake. Who can keep little Diogenes Doubikens out of a tub, or prevent him from scrambling into a hogshead, especially if sugar is to be gathered in the interior ? Even Chesterfield Gruff is half disposed to be civil, if he thinks he can gain by so unnatural a course of proceeding ; and everybody is aware that Crichton Dunderpate could do almost any thing, if he knew how, and if, by a singular fatality, all his fingers were not thumbs. Concurrent testimony goes to prove that the son of a great man is of necessity likewise great the children of a blanchisseuse, or of a house-scrubber, have invariably clean hands and faces ; schoolmasters are very careful to imbue their offspring with learning; and, if we are not mistaken, it has passed into a proverb that the male pro- geny of a clergyman, in general, labour hard for the proud distinction- of being called " hopeful youths and promising youngsters." The corollary, therefore, flows from this, as smoothly as water from a hydrant, that he who borrows an illustrious name is in all probability charged to the brim, ipso facto, with the qualities whereby the real owner was enabled to render it illustrious qua- lities, which only require opportunity and the true posi- tion to blaze up in spontaneous combustion, a beacon to the world. And thus Theodosius Spoon, in his course through life, could scarcely be otherwise than, if not an antique Roman, at least an " antic rum 'un ;" his spheie of action might be circumscribed, but he could not" do otherwise than make a figure. Our Spoon his parents being satisfied with giving him an euphonious name was early dipped into the broad bowl of the world to spoon for himself. He was appren- ticed to a shoemaker to learn the art and mystery of stretching " uppers" and of shaping " unders." But.. 118 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. for this employment, as it was merely useful and some- what laborious, he had no particular fancy. Whether it was owing to the influence of his name or not, we cannot pretend to say, but, like Jaffier and many other worthy individuals, he was much troubled with those serious in- conveniences termed " elegant desires." Young as he was, his talent for eating was aldermanic ; aristocracy itself might have envied his somnolent performances in the morning j while, if fun or mischief were afoot, no watch dog could better encounter prolonged vigils, and no outlying cat could more silently and skilfully crawl in at a back window than he, when returning from his nocturnal perambulations. His genius for lounging, like- wise, when he should have been at work, was as re markable as his time-consuming power when sent on an errand. He could seem to do more, and yet perform less, than any lad of his inches in the town ; and, being ordered out on business, it was marvellous to see the swiftness with which he left the shop, and the rapidity of his im- mediate return to it, contrasted with the great amount of time consumed in the interval. With these accomplish- ments, it is not surprising that Theodosius Spoon was discontented with his situation. He yearned to be an embellishment not a plodding letter, valuable only in combination, but an ornamental flourish, beautiful and graceful in itself; and, with that self-reliance pecu- liar to genius, he thought that the drama opened a short cut to the summit of his desires. Many a time, as he leaned his elbow on the lapstone, and reposed his chin upon his palm, did his work roll idly to the floor, while he gazed with envious eyes through the window at the playbills which graced the opposite corner, and hoped that the time would come when the first night of Theodosius Spoon would be thereupon announced in GARDEN THEATRICALS. 11'9 tetters as large as if he were a histrionic ladle. Visions of glory of crowded houses of thundering plaudits of full pockets of pleasant nights, and of day lounges up and down Chestnut street, the wonder of little hoys and the focus of all eyes, floated vividly across his imagina- tion. How could he, who bore the name of a Roman emperor, dream of being elsewhere that at the topmost round of fortune's ladder, when he had seen others there, who, subjected to mental comparison, were mere rush- lights compared to himself? Filled with these gorgeous imaginings, our Spoon became metamorphosed into a spout, pouring forth streams of elocution by night and by day, and, though continually corking his frontispiece to try the expression in scenes of wrath, it soon becante evident that his powers could not remain bottled in a private station. When a histrionic inclination ferments so noisily that it* fizzling disturbs the neighbourhood, it requires littl'i knowledge of chemistry to decide that it must have vent, or an explosion will be the consequence ; and such was the case in the instance of which we speak. The oratorical powers of Theodosius Spoon were truly terrible, and had become, during the occasional absence of the " boss," familiar to every one within a square. An opportunity soon afforded itself. Those Philadel- phians, who were neither too old nor too young, when Theodosius Spoon flourished, to take part in the amuse- ments of the town, do not require to be told that for the delectation of their summer evenings, the city then rejoiced in a Garden Theatre, which was distinguished from the winter houses by the soft Italian appellation of the Tivoli. It was located in Market near Broad street, in those days a species of rus in urbe, improvement not having taken its westward movement ; and before it* 120 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. brilliancy was foi ever extinguished, the establishment passed through a variety of fortunes, furnishing to the public entertainment as various, and giving to the stage many a " regular" whose first essay was made upon its boards. At this period, so interesting to all who study the history of the drama, lived one Typus Tympan, a printer's devil, who " cronied" with Spoon, and had been the first to give the " reaching of his soul" an inclination stageward. Typus worked in a newspaper office, where likewise the bills of the Garden Theatre were printed, and, par consequence, Typus was a critic, with the entree of the establishment, and an occasional order for a friend. It was thus that Spoon's genius received the Promethean spark, and started into life. By the patron- ising attentions of Typus, he was no longer compelled to gaze from afar at the members of the company as they clustered after rehearsal, of a sunny day, in front of the theatre, and varied their smookings by transitions from the "long nine" to the real Habana, according to the condition of the treasury, or the state of the credit system. Our hero now nodded familiarly to them all, and by dint of soleing, heel-tapping, and other small jobs in the leather way, executed during the periods of " overwork" for Mr. Julius Augustus Winkins, was admitted to the personal friendship of that illustrious individual. Some idea of the honour thus conferred may be gathered from the fact that Mr. Winkins himself constituted the entire male department of the operatic corps of the house. He grumbled the bass, he warbled the tenor, and, when necessary, could squeak the " counter" in beautiful per fection. All that troubled this magazine of vocalism was that, although he could manage a duet easily enough, soliloquizing a chorus was rather beyond his capacity, and GARDEN THEATRICALS. 121 He was, therefore, often compelled to rely upon the audience at the Garden, who, to their credit be it spoken, scarcely needed a hint upon such occasions. On opera nights, they generally volunteered their services to fill out the harmony, and were so abundantly obliging, that it was difficult to teach them where to stop. In his private capacity when he was exofficio Winkins he did the melancholico-Byronic style of man picturesque, but " suffering in his innards," to the great delight of all the young ladies who dwelt in the vicinity of the Garden. When he walked forth, it was with his slender frame inserted in a suit of black rather the worse for wear, but still retaining a touching expression, softened, but not weakened, by the course of time. He wore his shirt collars turned down over a kerchief in the " fountain tie," about which there is a Tyburn pathos, irresistible to a tender heart; and with his well oiled and raven locks puffed out en masse on the left side of his head, he declined his beaver over his dexter eye until its brim kissed the corresponding ear. A profusion of gilt chain travelled over his waistcoat, and a multitude of rings of a dubious aspect encumbered his fingers. In this inte- resting costume did Julius Augustus Winkins, in his leisure moments, play the abstracted, as he leaned grace- fully against the pump, while obliquely watching the effect upon the cigar-making demoiselles who operated over the way, and who regarded Julius as quite a love, decidedly the romantic thing. Winkins was gracious to Spoon, partly on the account aforesaid, and because both Spoon and Tympan were capital claqueurs, and invariably secured him an encore, when he warbled " Love has eyes," and the other rational ditties in vogue at that period. Now it happened that business was rather dull at the 122 CHARCOAL SKI'TCHES. Garden, and the benefit season of course commenced. The hunting up of novelties was prosecuted with great vigour ; even the learned pig had starred at it for once ; and as the Winkins night approached, Julius Augustus determined to avail himself of Spoon for that occasion, thinking him likely to draw, if he did not succeed, for in those days of primitive simplicity first appearances had not ceased to be attractive. The edge not being worn off, they were sure to be gratifying, either in one way or the other. It was of a warm Sunday afternoon that this important matter was broached. Winkins, Spoon, and Tympan sat solacing themselves in a box at the Garden, puffing their cigars, sipping their liquid refreshment, and occasionally nibbling at three crackers brought in upon a large waiter, which formed the substantials of the entertainment. The discourse ran upon the drama. " Theo, my boy !" said Winkins, putting one leg on the table, and allowing the smoke to curl about his nose, as he cast his coat more widely open, and made the accost friendly. " Spoon, my son!" said Winkins, being the advance paternal of that social warrior, as he knocked the ashes from his cigar with a flirt of his little finger. " Spooney, my tight 'un !" the assault irresistible, " how would you like to go it in uncle Billy Shakspeare, and tip the natives the last hagony in the tragics ?" Winkins put his other leg on the table, assuming an attitude both of superiority and encouragement. "Oh, gammin!" ejaculated Spoon, blushing, smiling, and putting the forefinger of his left hand into his mouth. "Oh, get out!" continued he, casting down his eyes with the modest humility of untried, yet self-satisfied genius. GARDEN* THEATRICALS. 123 " Not a bit of it I'm as serious as an empty bam - got the genius want the chance my benefit two acts of any thing cut mugs up to snuff down upon 'em- fortune made that's the go." " It's our opinion, we think, Theodosius," observed Typns Tympan, with editorial dignity, as he emphati- cally drew his cuff across the lower part of his counte- nance, " we think, and the way we know what's what, because of our situation, is sing'ler standing, as we newspaper folks do, on the shot tower of society that now's your time for gittin' astraddle of public opinion, and for ridin' it like a hoss. Jist such a chance as you've been wantin'. As the French say, all the bew mundy come to Winkins's benefit ; and if the old man won't go a puff leaded, why we'll see to havin' it sneaked in, spread so thick about genius and all, that it will draw like a blister we will, even if we get licked for it." " 'Twon't do," simpered Spoon, as he blushed brown, while the expression of his countenance contradicted his words. " 'Twon't do. How am I to get a dress s'pose boss ketches me at it? Besides, I'm too stumpy for tragedy, and anyhow I must wait till I'm cured of my cold." "It will do," returned Winkins, decisively "and tragedy's just the thing. There are, sir, varieties in tra- gedy by the new school, it's partitioned off in two grand divisions. High tragedy of the most helevated description," (Winkins always haspirated when desirous of being emphatic,) "high tragedy of the most helevated and hexalted kind should be represented by a gentleman short of statue, and low comedy should be sustained by a gentleman tall of statue. In the one case, the higher the part, the lowerer the hactor, and in the other case, ivisey wersy. It makes light and shade between the 124 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. sentiment and the performer, and jogs the attention by me power of contrast. The hintellectual style of play- ing likewise requires crooked legs." " We think, then, our friend is decidedly calkilated to walk into the public. There's a good deal of circum- bendibus about Spoon's gams he's got serpentine trot- ters splendid for crooked streets, or goin' round a cor- ner," interpolated Typus, jocularly. " There's brilliancy about crooked legs," continued Winkins, with a reproving glance at Typus. " The mo- notony of straight shanks answers well enough for genteel comedy and opera ; but corkscrew legs prove the mind to be too much for the body ; therefore, crooked legs, round shoulders, and a shovel nose for the heccentrici- ties of the hintellectual tragics. Audiences must have it queered into 'em ; and as for a bad cold, why it's a professional blessing in that line of business, and saves a tragedian the trouble of sleeping in a wet shirt to get a sore throat. Blank verse, to be himpressive, must be trogged it must be groaned, grunted, and gasped bring it out like a three-pronged grinder, as if body and soul were parting. There's nothing like asthmatic elocution and spasmodic emphasis, for touching the sympathies and setting the feelings on edge. A terrier dog in a pucker is a good study for anger, and always let the spectators see that sorrow hurts you. There's another style of tra- gedy the physical school " " That must be a dose," ejaculated Typus, who was developing into a wag. " But you're not big enough, or strong enough for that. A physical must be able to outmuscle ten black- smiths, and bite the head off a poker. He must com mence the play hawfully, and keep piling on the hagony till the close, when he must keel up in an hexcruciating GARDEN THEATRICALS. 125 manner, flip-flopping it about the stage as he defuncts, ,ike a new caught sturgeon. He should be able to hago- nize other people too, by taking the biggest fellow in the company by the scuff of the neck, and shaking him at arm's length till all the hair drops from his head, and then pitch him across, with a roar loud enough to break the windows. That's the menagerie method. The phy- sical must always be on the point of bursting his boiler, yet he mustn't burst it ; he must stride and jump as if he would tear his trousers, yet he mustn't tear 'em ; and when he grabs anybody, he must leave the marks of his paws for a week. It's smashing work, but it won't do for you, Spooney ; you're little, black-muzzled, queer in the legs, and have got a cold ; nature and sleeping with the windows open have done wonders in making you fit for the hintellectuals, and you shall tip 'em the senti- mental in Hamlet." Parts of this speech were not particularly gratifying to Spoon ; but, on the whole, it jumped with his desires, and the matter was clinched. Winkins trained him ; taught him when and where to come the " hagony ;" when and where to cut " terrific mugs" at the pit ; when and where to wait for the applause, and how to chassez an exit, with two stamps and a spring, and a glance en arriere. Not long after, the puff appeared as Typus promised. The bills of the " Garden Theatre" announced the Winkins benefit, promising, among other novelties, the third act of Hamlet, in which a young gentleman, his first appearance upon any stage, would sustain the cha- racter of the melancholy prince. Rash promise ! fatal anticipation ! The evening arrived, and the Garden was crowded. All the boys of the trade in town assembled to witness 126 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the debut of a brother chip, and many came because others were coming. Winkins, in a blue military frock, but- toned to the chin, white pantaloons strapped under the foot, and gesticulating with a shining black hat with white lining, borrowed expressly for the occasion, had repeated " My love is like the red, red rose" with immense applause, when the curtain rang up, and the third act began. The tedious prattle of those who preceded him being over, Theodosius Spoon appeared. Solemnly, yet with parched lips and a beating heart, did he advance to the footlights, and duck his acknowledgments for the applause which greeted him. His abord, however, did not impress his audience favourably. The black attire but ill became his short squab figure, and the " hintellectual iragicality of his legs," meandering their brief extent, Uke a Malay creese, gave him the aspect of an Ethiopian Bacchus dismounted from his barrel. Hamlet resembled the briefest kind of sweep, or " an erect black tadpole taking snuff." With a fidelity to nature never surpassed, Hamlet expressed his dismay by scratching his head, and, with his eyes fixed upon his toes, commenced the soliloquy, another beautiful conception, for the prince is supposed to be speaking to himself, and his toes are as well entitled to be addressed as any other portion of his per- sonal identity. This, however, was not appreciated by the spectators, who were unable to hear any part of the confidential communication going on between Hamlet's extremities. " Louder, Spooney !" squeaked a juvenile voice, with a villanous twang, from a remote part of the Garden. ' Keep a ladling it out strong ! Who's afeard ? it's oulv old Tiwoly I" GARDEN THEATRICALS. 127 " Throw it out !" whispered Winkins, from the wing '* Go it like a pair of bellowses !" But still the pale lips of Theodosius Spoon continued quivering nothings, as he stood gasping as if about to swallow the leader of the fiddlers, and alternately raising his hands like a piece of machinery. Ophelia advanced. " Look out, bull-frog, there comes your mammy. Please, ma'am, make little sonny say his lesson." Bursts of laughter, shouts, and hisses resounded through the Garden. " Whooror for Spooney !" roared his friends, as they endeavoured to create a diversion in his favcur " whooror for Spooney ! and wait till the skeer is worked off uv him !" "How vu'd you like it?" exclaimed an indignant Spooneyite to a hissing malcontent ; " how vu'd you .ike it fur to have it druv' into you this 'ere vay ? Vot kin a man do ven he ain't got no chance ?" As the hisser did buuhiss the more vigorously on account of the remonstrance, and, jumping up, did it directly in the teeth of the remonstrant, the friend to Spooney knocked him down, and theparquette was soon in an uproar. "Leave him up !" cried one "Order ! put 'em down, and put 'em out !" The aristocracy of the boxes gazed complacently upon the grand set-to beneath them, the boys whacked away with their clubs at the lamps, and hurled the fragments upon the stage, while Ophelia and Hamlet ran away together. " Ladies and gentlemen," exclaimed Winkins, as he rushed upon the stage, dragging after him " the rose and the expectancy of the fair state," the shrinking Theo- dosius, " will you hear me for a moment?" " Hurray for Vinkins !" replied a brawny critic, taking his club in both hands, as he hammered against he front of the boxes ; " Vinkey, sing us the Bay uv 128 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. Viskey. and make bull-frog dance a hornspike to the tune uv it. Hurray ! Twig Vinkey's new hat make a speech, Vinkey, fur your vite trousers !" At length, comparative silence being restored, Mr. Winkins, red with wrath, yet suppressing his rage, delivered himself as follows at times adroitly dodging the candle ends, which had been knocked from the main chandelier, and were occasionally darted at him and his protege. " Ladies and gentlemen, permit me (dodge) respect- fully to ask one question. Did you (dodge] come here to admire the beauties of the drama, (successive dodges to the right and left,] or am I to (dodge, dodge] to under- stand that you came solely to kick up a bloody row ?" The effect of this insinuating query had scarcely time to manifest itself, before Monsieur le directeur en chef, a choleric Frenchman, who made a profitable mixture of theatricals, ice cream, and other refreshments, suddenly appeared in the flat, foaming with natural anger at the results of the young gentleman's debut. Advancing rapidly as the " kick" rang upon his ear, he suited the action to the word, and, by a dexterous application of his foot, sent Winkins, in the attitude of a flying Mercury, clear of the orchestra, into the midst of the turbulent crowd in the pit. Three rounds of cheering followed this achievement, while Theodosius gazed in pallid horror at the active movement of his friend. "Kick, aha! Is zat de kick, monsieur dam hoom boog ? Messieurs et mesdames, lick him good sump him into fee-penny beets ! Sacre !" added the enraged manager, turning toward Theodosius, "I sail lick de petit hoomboog ver' good sump him bon, nice, moi rnem'e by me ownsef." But the alarmed Theodosius, though no linguist, GARDEN THEATRICALS. 129 understood enough of this speech not to tarry for the consequences, and climbing into the boxes, while the angry manager clambered after him, he rushed through the crowd, and in the royal robes of Denmark hurried home. For the time, at least, he was satisfied that bearing the name of a Roman emperor did not lead to instant success on the stage, and though he rather reproached the audience with want of taste, it is not probable that he ever repeated the attempt ; for he soon, in search of an " easy life," joined the patriots on the Spanish main, and was never after heard of. 139 ( 130) PETER BRUSH, THE GREAT USED UP. It was November ; soon after election time, when a considerable portion of the political world are apt to be despondent, and external things appear to do their utmost to keep them so. November, the season of dejection, when pride itself loses its imperious port ; wh,en ambi- tion gives place to melancholy ; when beauty hardly takes the trouble to look in the glass ; and when exist- ence doffs its rainbow hues, and wears an aspect of such dull, commonplace reality, that hope leaves the world for a temporary excursion, and those who cannot do without her inspiring presence, borrow the aid of pistols, cords, and chemicals, and send themselves on a longer journey, expecting to find her by the way : a season, when the hair will not stay in curl ; when the walls weep dewy drops, to the great detriment of paper-hangings, and of every species of colouring with which they are adorned ; when the banisters distil liquids, any tiling but beneficial to white gloves ; when nature fills the ponds, and when window-washing is the only species of amusement at all popular among housekeepers. It was on the worst of nights in that worst of seasons. The atmosphere was in a condition of which it is difficult to speak with respect, much as we may be disposed to applaud the doings of nature. It was damp, foggy, and PETER BRUSH. 131 drizzling ; to sum up its imperfections in a sonorous and descriptive epithet, it was " 'orrid muggy weather." The air hung about the wayfarer in warm, unhealthy folds, and extracted the starch from his shirt collar and from the bosom of his dickey, with as much rapidity as it rob- bed his spirits of their elasticity, and melted the sugar of self-complacency from his mind. The street lamps emitted a ghastly white glare, and were so hemmed in with vapory wreaths, that their best efforts could not project a ray of light three feet from the burner. Gloom was universal, and any change, even to the heat of Africa, or to the frosts of the arctic circle, would, in compari- son, have been delightful. The pigs' tails no longer waved in graceful sinuosities ; while the tail of each night-roving, hectoring bull-dog ceased flaunting toward the clouds, a banner of wrath and defiance to punier crea- tures, and hung down drooping and dejected, an emblem of a heart little disposed to quarrel and offence. The ornamentals of the brute creation being thusbelow par, it was not surprising that men, with cares on their shoul- ders and raggedness in their trousers, should likewise be more melancholy than on occasions of a brighter character. Every one at all subject to the " skiey influ- ences," who has had trouble enough to tear his clothes, and to teach him that the staple of this mundane exist- ence is not exclusively made up of fun, has felt that phi- losophy is but a barometrical affair, and that he who is proof against sorrow when the air is clear and bracing, may be a very miserable wretch, with no greater cause, when the wind sits in another quarter. Peter Brush is a man of this susceptible class. His nervous system is of the most delicate organization, and responds to the changes of the weather, as an Eolian harp sings to the fitful swellings of the breeze. Peter 132 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. was abroad on the night of which we speak ; either because, unlike the younger Brutus, he had no Portia near to tell him that such exposure was " not physical," and that it was the part of prudence to go to bed, or that, although aware of the dangers of miasma to a man of his constitution, he did not happen at that precise moment to have access to either house or bed ; in his opinion, two essential pre-requisites to couching himself, as he regarded taking it al fresco, on a cellar door, not likely to answer any sanitary purpose. We incline ourselves to the opinion that he was in the dilemma last mentioned, as it had previously been the fate of other great men. But be that as it may, Mr. Peter Brush was in the street, as melancholy as an unbraced drum, " a gib-ed cat, or a lugged bear." Seated upon the curb, with his feet across the gutter, he placed his elbow on a stepping-stone, and like Juliet on the balcony, leaned his head upon his hand a hand that would*perhaps have been the better of a covering, though none would have been rash enough to volunteer to be a glove upon it. He was in a dilapidated condition out at elbows, out at knees, out of pocket, out of office, out of spirits, and out in the street an " out and outer" in every respect, and as outre a mortal as ever the eye of man did rest upon. For some time, Mr. Brush's reflec- tions had been 'silent. Following Hamlet's advice, he "gave them an understanding, but no tongue ;" and he relieved himself at intervals by spitting forlornly into the kennel. At length, suffering his locked hands to fall between his knees, and heaving a deep sigh, he spoke : " A long *ime ago, my ma used to put on her specs and say, ' Pe v er, my son, put not your trust in princes ;' and from that day to this I haven't done any thing of the PETER BRUSH. *33 kind, because none on 'em ever wanted to borry nothing of me ; and I never see a prince or a king, but one or two, and they had been rotated out of office, to borry nothing of them. Princes ! pooh ! Put not your trust in politicianers them's my sentiments. You might jist as well try to hold an eel by the tail. I don't care which side they're on, for I've tried both, and I know. Put not your trust in politicianers, or you'll get a hyst. " Ten years ago it came into my head that things weren't going on right ; so I pretty nearly gave myself up tee-totally to the good of the republic, and left the shop to look out for itself. I was brimfull of patriotism, and so uneasy in my mind for the salivation of freedom, I couldn't work. I tried to guess which side was going to win, and I stuck to it like wax ; sometimes I was a-one side, sometimes I was a-t'other, and sometimes I straddled till the election was over, and came up jist in time to jine the hurrah. It was good I was after ; and what good could I do if I wasn't on the 'lected side ? But, after all, it was never a bit of use. Whenever the battle was over, no matter what side was sharing out the loaves and the fishes, and I stepped up, I'll be hanged if they didn't cram all they could into their own mouths put their arms over some, and grab at all the rest with their paws, and say, ' Go away, white man, you ain't capable.' Capable ! what's the reason I ain't capable ? I've got as extensive a throat as any of 'em, and I could swallow the loaves and fishes without choking, if each loaf was as big as a grindstone and each fish as big as a sturgeon. Give Petqr a chance, and leave him alone for that. Then, another time when I called ' I want some spoils,' says I ; ' a small bucket full of spoils Whichever side gets in, shares the spoils, don't they ?' So they first grinned, and then they ups and tells me tha.* 134 CHARCOAL SKETCHES virtue like mine was its own reward, and that spoils might spoil me. But it was no spoils that spoilt me, and no loaf and fish that starved me I'm spoilt because I couldn't get either. Put not your trust in politicianers I say it agin. Both sides used me jist alike. Here I've been serving my country, more or less, these ten years, like a patriot going to town meetings, hurraing my daylights out, and getting as blue as blazes blocking the windows, getting licked fifty times, and having more black eyes and bloody noses than you could shake a stick at, all for the common good, and for the purity of our illegal rights and all for what ? Why, for nix. If any good has come of it, the country has put it into her own pocket, and swindled me out of my arnings. I can't get no office ! Republics is ungrateful ! It wasn't reward I was after. I scorns the base insinivation. I only wanted to be took care of, and have nothing to do but to take care of the public, and I've only got half nothing to do ! Being took care of was the main thing. Repub- lics is ungrateful ; I'm swaggered if they ain't. This is the way old sojers is served." Peter, having thus unpacked his o'erfraught heait. heaved a sigh or two, as every one does after a recapi tulation of their own injuries, and remained for a few minutes wrapped in abstraction. " Well, well," said he, mournfully, swaying his head to and fro after the sagacious fashion of Lord Burleigh "live and learn live and learn the world's not what a man takes it for before he finds it out. Whiskers grow a good deal sooner than experience genus and patriot- ism ain't got no chance heigh-ho ! But anyhow, a man might as well be under kiver as out in the open air in sich weather as this. It's as cheap laying down as it is settin' up, and there's not so much wear and tear about it." PETER BRUSH. 135 With a groan, a yawn, and a sigh, Peter Brush slowly arose, and stretching himself like a drowsy lion, he walked toward the steps of a neighbouring house. Having reached the top of the flight, he turned about and looked round with a scrutinizing glance, peering both up and down the street, to ascertain that none of the hereditary enemies of the Brushes were in the vicinity. Being satisfied on that score, he prepared to enjoy all the com- fort that his peculiar situation could command. Accord- ing to the modern system of warfare, he carried no bag- gage to encumber his motions, and was always ready to bivouac without troublesome preliminaries. He there- fore placed himself on the upper step, so that he was just within the doorway, his head reclining against one side of it, and his feet braced against the other, block- ading the passage in a very effectual manner. He adjusted himself in position as carefully as the Sybarite who was annoyed at the wrinkle of a rose-leaf on his couch, grunt- ing at each motion like a Daniel Lambert at his toilet, and he made minute alterations in his attitude several times before he appeared perfectly satisfied that he had effected the best arrangements that could be devised. After reposing for a while as if " the flinty and steel couch of war were his thrice-driven bed of down," he moved his head with an exclamation of impatience at the hardness of the wall, and taking his time-worn beaver, he crumpled it up, and mollified the austerity of his bol- ster by using the crushed hat as a pillow. " That will do," ejaculated Brush, clasping his hands before him, and twirling his thumbs ; and he then dosed his eyes for the purpose of reflecting upon his condition with a more perfect concentration of thought than can be obtained when outward objects distract the mind. But thinking in this way is always a hazardous experiment, 136 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. whether it be after dinner, or in the evening ; and Petei Brush soon unwittingly fell into a troubled, murmuring sleep, in which his words were mere repetitions of what he had said before, the general scope of the argument being to prove the received axiom of former times, that republics do not distribute their favours in proportion to services rendered, and that, in the speaker's opinion, they are not, in th^s respect, much better than the princes against whom his mother cautioned him. Such, at least, was the conviction of Mr. Brush ; at which he had arrived not by theory and distant observation, but by his own personal experience. It is a long lane which has no turning, and it is a long sleep in the open air, especially in a city, which does not meet with interruption. Brush found it so in this in~ stance, as he had indeed more than once before. Several gentlemen, followed by a dog, arrived at the foot of the steps, and, after a short conversation, dispersed each to his several home. One, however, remained the owner of the dog who, whistling for his canine favourite, took out his night-key, and walked up the steps. The dog, bounding before his master, suddenly stopped, and after attentively regarding the recumbent Brush, uttered a sharp rapid bark. The rapidity of mental operations is such that it fre- quently happens, if sleep be disturbed by external sounds, that the noise is instantly caught up by the ear, and in- corporated with the subject of the dream' or perhaps a dream is instantaneously formed upon the nucleus sug- gested by the vibration of the tympanum. The bark of the dog had one of these effects upon Mr. Brush. " Bow ! wow ! waugh !" said the dog. " There's a fellow making a speech against our side," muttered Peter ; " but it's all talk Where's your facts ? PETER BRUSH. 137 x speech in pamphlet form, and I'll answer it. Hmray foi us * everybody else is rascals nothing but ruination wnen that fellow's principles get the uppet hand our side tor ever we're the boys !" " Be still, Ponto ! " said the gentleman. " Now, sir, >e pleased to get up, and carry yourself to some other place. I don't know which side has the honour of claim- ing you, but you are certainly on the wrong side at present." " Don't be official and trouble yourself about other people's business," said Brash, trying to open his eyes ; " don't be official, for it isn't the genteel thing." " Not official ! what do you mean by that ? I shall be very official, and trundle you down the steps if you are not a little more rapid in your motions." " Oh, very well," responded Brush, as he wheeled round in a sitting posture, and fronted the stranger " very well be as sassy as you please I suppose you've got an office, by the way you talk you've got one of the fishes, though perhaps it is but a minny, and I ain't but if I had, I'd show you a thing or two. Be sassy, be any thing, Mr. Noodle-soup. I don't know which side you're on either, but I do know one thing it isn't saying much for your boss politicianer that he chose you when I must have been on his list for promotion that's all, though you are so stiff, and think yourself pretty to look at. But them that's pretty to look at ain't always good 'uns to go, or you wouldn't be poking here. Be off there's no more business before this meeting, and you may adjourn. It's moved, seconded, and carried pay the landlord for the use of the room as you go." The stranger now becoming somewhat amused, feH a disposition to entertain himself a little with Peter. " How does it happen," said he, " that such a public 138 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. spirited individual as you appear to be should find him- self in this condition ? You've had a little too much of the stimulantibus, I fear." " I don't know Greek, but I guess what you mean," was the answer. "It's owing to the weather part to the weather, and part because republics is ungrateful ; that's considerable the biggest part. Either part is excuse enough, and both together makes it a credit. When it's such weather as this, it takes the electerizing fluid out of you ; and if you want to feel something like do you know what 'something like' is ? it's cat-bird, jam up if you want to feel so, you must pour a little of the elec- terizing fluid into you. In this kind of weather you must tune yourself up, and get rosumed, or you ain't good for much tuned up to concert pitch. But all that's a trifle put not your trust in politicianers." " And why not, Mr. Rosum ?" " Why not ! Help us up there steady she goes- hold on ! Why not ? look at me, and you'll see the why as large as life. I'm the why you musn't put your trust in politicianers. I'm a rig'lar patriot look at my coat I'm all for the public good twig the holes in my trou- sers. I'm steady in my course, and I'm upright in my conduct don't let me fall down I've tried all parties, year in and year out, just by way of making myself popular and agreeable ; and I've tried to be on both sides at once," roared Brush, with great emphasis, as he slip- ped and fell " and this is the end of it !" His auditor laughed heartily at this striking illustration of the results of the political course of Peter Brush, and seemed quite gratified with so strong a proof of the dan- ger of endeavouring to be on two sides at once. He therefore assisted the fallen to rise, " Are you hurt ? " PETER BRUSH. 139 " No 1 m used to being knocked about the steps and the pavement are no worse than other people they're like politicianers you can't put any trust in 'em. But," continued Brush, drawing a roll of crumpled paper from the crown of his still more crumpled hat " see here now you're a clever fellow, and I'll get you to sign my recommendation. Here's a splendid charac- ter for me all ready wrote down, so it won't give you any trouble, only to put your name to it." " But what office does it recommend you for what kind of recommendation is it?" " It's a circular recommend a slap at any thing that's going." " Firing into the flock, I suppose ?" "That's it exactly good character fit for any fat post either under the city government, the state govern- ment, or the gineral government. Now jist put your fist to it," added Peter, in his most persuasive tones, as he smoothed the paper over his knee, spread it upon the step, and produced a bit of lead pencil, which he first moistened with his lips, and then offered to his interlo- cutor. " Excuse me," was the laughing response ; " it's too dark I can't see either to read or to write. But what made you a politicianer ? Haven't you got a trade ?" " Trade ! yes," replied Brush, contemptuously ; " but what's a trade, when a feller's got a soul ? I love my country, and I want an office I don't care what, so it's fat and easy. I've a genus for governing for telling peo- ple what to do, and looking at 'em do it. I want to take care of my country, and I want my country to take care of me. Head work is the trade I'm made for talking that's my line talking in the streets, talking in the bar rooms, talking in the oyster cellars. Talking is the 140 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. grease for the wagon wheels of the body politic and the body corpulent, and nothing will go on well till I've got my say in the matter; for I 'can talk all day, and most of the night, only stopping to wet my whistle. But parties is all alike all ungrateful; no respect for genus no respect for me. I've tried both sides, got nothing, and I've a great mind to knock off arid call it half a day. I would, if my genus didn't make me talk, and think, and sleep so much I can't find time to work." " Well," said the stranger, " you must find time to go away. You're too noisy. How would you like to go before the mayor ?" " No, I'd rather not. Stop now I think of it, I've asked him before ; but perhaps if you'd speak a good word, he'd give me the first vacancy. Introduce me pro- perly, and say I want something to do shocking no not something to do I want something to get ; my genus won't let me work. I'd like to have a fat salary, and to be general superintendent of things in general and nothing in particular, so I could walk about the streets, and see what is going on. Now, put my best leg foremost say how I can make speeches, and how I can hurray at elections." "Away with you," said the stranger, as he ran up the steps, and opened the door. " Make no noise in this neighbourhood, or you'll be taken care of soon enough." ' Well, now, if that isn t ungrateful," soliloquized Brush, " keep me here talking, and then slap the door right in my face. That's the way politicianers serve me, and it's about all I'd a right to expect. Oh, pshaw ! sich a world sich a people !" Peter rolled up his " circular recommend," put it in his hat, and slowly sauntered away. As he is not ye* PETER BRUSH. 141 provided for, he should receive the earliest attention of parties, or disappointment may induce him to abandon both, take the field "upon his own hook," and constitute an independent factipn under the name of the " Brush party," the cardinal principle of which will be. that pecu- liarly novel impulse to action, hostility to all " politi- tianers" who are not on the same side. (142) MUSIC MAD; OR, THE MELOMANIAC. To be thin-skinned may add to the brilliancy and to tne beauty of the complexion ; but, as this world goes, it is more of a disadvantage than a blessing. Where there is so much scraping and shaving, the cuticle of a rhinoceros is decidedly the most comfortable wear ; and to possess any of the senses beyond a certain degree of acuteness may be regarded as a serious misfortune. It opens the door to an infinite variety of annoyances. There are individuals with noses as keen as that of a beagle ; but whether they derive more of pleasure or of pain from the faculty, is a question easily answered when the multiplicity of odors is called to mind. To be what the Scotch term " nose-wise," sometimes, it is true, answers a useful purpose, in preventing people in the dark from drinking out of the wrong bottle, and from ad- ministering the wrong physic ; it has also done good service in enabling its possessor to discover an incipient fire ; but such occasions for the advantageous employ ment of the proboscis are not of every-day occurrence, and, on the general average, its exquisite organization is an almost unmitigated nuisance to him who is obliged to follow from his cradle to his grave, a nose so deli- cately constituted, so inconveniently hypercritical, so fre- quently discontented, and so intolerably fastidious. MUSIC MAD. H3 They, likewise, who are gifted with that which is technically termed a "fine ear," have sufferings pecu- liar to themselves, and, like the king of Denmark, receive their poison through the porches of the auricle. They are the victims of sound. It is conceded that from good music they derive pleasures of which the rest of the world can form but a faint conception ; but, notwith- standing the rage for its cultivation, really good music is not quite so plentiful as might be supposed, and the pain inflicted on the " family of fine ear" by the inferior arti- cle is not to be expressed in words. A discord passes through them as freezingly as if it were a bolt of ice ; a flat note knocks them down like a mace ; and, if the vocalist flies into the opposite extreme, and indulges in being a "little sharp," all the acids of the shop could not give the unhappy critic a more vinegar aspect, or more effectually set his teeth on edge. To him a noise is not simply a noise in the concrete ; the discriminating powers of his tympanum will not suffer him, as it were, to lump it as an infernal clatter. Like a skilful torturer, he analyzes the annoyance ; he augments the pain by ascertaining exactly why the cause is unpleasant, and by observing the relative discordance of the components, which, when united, almost drive him mad. The drum and the fife, for instance, do very well for the world at large ; but " the man with the ear" is too often ago- nized at perceiving how seldom it is that the drumstick twirler braces his sheepskin to the proper pitch, and he cannot be otherwise than excruciated at the piteous squeaking of its imperfect adjunct that " false one" which is truly a warlike instrument, being studiously and successfully constructed for offence, if not for de- fence. Now it so happens that Matthew Minim is a man 10 144 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. with an ear, his tympanum being a piece of most elabo rate workmanship. He could sing before he couW talk and his early musical experiments were innumerable The first use he made of his teeth was to bite his nurse for singing one strain of " hush-a-by-baby," in three keys ; and he could scarcely be prevailed upon to look at his pa, because that respectable individual, with a perver- sity peculiar to the incompetent, was always subjecting poor "Hail Columbia" to the Procrustean bed of his musical capabilities, and, while whistling to show his own light-heartedness, did any thing but communicate corresponding pleasure to his auditors. " Screw it up, poppy," would little Minim exclaim, with the expression of one upon the rack ; " screw it up, and keep it there. What's the use of chasing a tune all about?" But in some mouths a tune will run all about of itself, let their lips be puckered ever so tightly, and there is no composition of a popular nature which is so often heard performing that erratic feat as the one familiarly termed "Hail Curlumby." Matthew's "poppy," therefore, re- mained a tune-chaser, while Matthew himself went on steadily in the work of cultivating his ear, and of enlarg- ing his musical knowledge. He, of course, commenced his studies with the flute, which may be regarded among men and boys as the first letter of the alphabet in mu- sical education. He then amused himself with the fid- dle tried the French horn for a season, varying the matter by a few lessons upon the clarionet and hautboy, and finally improving his powers of endurance by a little practising of the Kent bugle. He at length became a perfect melomaniac, and was always in danger of being indicted as a nuisance by his less scientific neighbours whose ears were doomed to suffer both by night and by MUSIC MAD. 145 day. The twangling of stringed instruments was the only relief they could obtain from the blasts of those more noisy pieces of mechanism which receive voice from the lips, and it has even been supposed that Mat- thew Minim ranged his bugles, trumpets, and fiddles by the side of his bed, that he might practise between sleeps. Not long since, Matthew Minim was returning from a musical party late at night, and his friend Jenkinson Jinks, who is likewise a votary of the divine art, was with him. Minim carried his flute in a box under his arm, and Jinks bore his fiddle in a bag on his shoulder. "Nature," observed Minim, " is the most perfect of musicians ; she never violates the" rules of composition, and though her performers are often noisy, yet, so long as they attempt no more than is jotted down for them, they are always in time and in tune. In fact, the world is one great oratorio. Hark ! listen ! throw aside vulgar pre- judices, and hear how chromatic and tender are the voices of those cats in the kennel ! consider it as the balcony scene from Romeo e Giulietta how perfectly beautiful that slide ! how exact the concord between the rotund bass notes of Thomas Cat, and the dulcet intonations of the feminine pussy, and how sparkling the effect produced by the contrast in the alternate 'passages ! They are the Fornasari and the Pedrotti of this moonlit scene. Bel- lini himself, with all his flood of tenderness, never pro- duced any thing more characteristic, appropriate, and touching; nor could the most accomplished artistes give the idea of the composer with more fidelity." " Yes, ma'am," said Jenkinson Jinks, who was not al- together capable of entering into the spirit of the refined abstractions in which, after supper, his companion was prone to indulge. 140 143 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. "Ph-i-t! ph-i-z !" exclaimed the t:ats, as they scampered away in alarm at the approach of the mu- sicians. " Staccato and expressive in execution," said Jinks ; " but certainly not stay-cat-o in effect." "Admirable !" remarked Minim " Phit and phiz are the exact phrase to express in short metre that it is time to be off like a shot, and the notes in which they were ut- tered are those best calculated to convey the sense of the passage." " A very rapid passage it was, too," added Jinks ; " quite a roulade the performers are running divisions up and down old Boodle's fence a passage from the oratorio of ' Mosey' perhaps." " I bar punning," ejaculated Minim, impatiently ; " and to elucidate my theory upon the subject of natural mu&ic, and to prove" " Categorically ?" inquired Jinks. " Hush ! To prove that the composer can nave no bet- ter study for the true expression of the passions and emotions than is to be found in observing the animal creation, I shall now proceed to kick this dog, which lies asleep upon the pavement, and, without his being at all aware of what I want, I shall extract from him a heartrending passage in'the minor key, expressive of great dolor, and of a sad combination of mental and phy- sical discomfort." " Stop!" hurriedly exclaimed Jinks, ensconcing him- self behind a tree ; " before you give that dogmatical illustration, allow me to inform you that the dog before you is old, Boodle's Towser he bites like fury." "Bite!" replied Minim, contemptuously ; "and what's a bite in the cause of science, and in the exemplification of the minor key?" MUSIC MAD. 147 Minim accordingly gave the dog a gentle push with his foot. " Ya-a-a-ah !" angrily and threateningly remonstrated Towser, without moving. " There I told you so !" roared Jinks " that's not in the minor key it's as military a major as ever 1 heard in my life : when I listen to it, I can almost see you in the shape of a cocked hat." " Well, then, poke him with your fiddle," said Mi- nim, drawing back, and eying the dog rather suspiciously. " Come away from the tree, and give Mr. Boodle's Towser a jolly good punch." " Not I," replied Jinks ; " I've no notion of letting my Cremona be chawed up agitato by an angry Towser- poke him with your flute." " No stop I'll get at him as it were slantindicularly round a corner," said Minim, retiring so that he was partially protected by the flight of steps, from which position he extended his leg, and dealt to Mr. Boodle's Towser a most prodigious kick. " Y-a-h ! y-o-a-h ! b-o-o !" snarled the dog indig- nantly, as he dashed round the corner to revenge the in- sult, which was so direct and pointed that no animal of spirit could possibly pass it over unnoticed. Mr. Matthew Minim turned to fly, but he was not quick enough, and the dog entered a detainer by seizing him by the pantaloons. " Get out !" shrieked Minim. " Take him off, Jinks, or he'll eat me without salt!" "Splendid illustration of natural music!" shouted Jinks, clapping his hands in ecstasy; " Con furore! Da capo. Towser! Volti subito, Minim ! Music expres- sive of tearing your breeches. I never saw a situation 148 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. at once so picturesque, dramatic, and operatic. Why don't you sing ' Oh, I cannot give expression To this dog's deep felt impression ?' for I'm sure, while he bites and you squeal, that he's proving to your satisfaction how well nature understands counterpoint. Bravo, Towser ! that's a magnificent shake ; but he won't let you favour us with a run, will he, Matthew ?" Towser held on determinedly, shaking his head and growling fiercely, with his mouth full of pantaloons, which, however, being very strong, did not give way and suffer the distressed captive to escape. " Hit him with a stick get a big stone !" panted Minim " quit cracking jokes, for when the cloth goes the horrid beast will take hold again perhaps of my flesh, and bite a piece right out !" "Very likely it's better eating than woollens; but go on with your duet don't mind me," added Jinks quietly, as he looked about for a missile. Having found one sufficiently heavy for his purpose, he took deliberate aim, and threw it with such force that the angry animal was almost demolished. On finding himself so violently assailed, the dog relaxed his jaws and scampered down the street, making the neighbourhood vocal with his cries. " There, I told you," said Minim, settling his disorder- ed dress, and hoping, by taking the lead in conversation, to avoid any hard-hearted reference to his misfortune " I toJd you he would sing out in the minor key, if he was hurt. Hear that now the dog is really heartrending." " Yes," replied Jinks, " he's quite a tearer of a dog now heartrending, and from the looks of your clothes, he was a little while ago really breeches-rending. But pick up your flute the lecture upon natural music is over for this evening." MUSIC MAD. 149 " Urn !" growled Minim, discontentedly, as he took np his hat and flute-box, and walked doggedly forward. ****** Not a word was said while they walked several squares. Peter was musing upon the cost of new pantaloons, and Jinks chuckled to himself as he thought how capitally the story about " natural music" would tell at a small party. A. protracted silence, however, if men are not alone or are not positively occupied, becomes wearisome and an- noying, and brings the nerves into unpleasant action. Taciturnity, though commended, is after all but a monkish virtue. Nature designed the human race to talk when they are together to be brightened and enlivened by an interchange of sentiment ; and while gratifying themselves by exhibiting their old ideas, to be enriched by the reception of new thoughts and fresh impressions. So strong is the impulse, that there are many minds which, under these circumstances, cannot continue a chain of thought, and grow restless and impatient, in the belief that the neighbour mind gives out nothing because it waits for the lead, and is troubled for the want of it. The silence therefore continues, the same idea prevailing on both sides, and disabling each from tossing a subject into the air, to elicit that volley of ideas or of words, as the case may be, which constitutes conversation. The ex- emplification is to be met with every day, and never more frequently than in formal calls, when the parties are not so well acquainted as to be able to find a com- mon topic on an emergency. He was not so much of, a simpleton as people think him, who said a foolish thing during the excruciating period of an awkward pause, merely for the purpose of " making talk." Every one is familiar with plenty of instances, in which a Wamba 150 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. * to make talk" would have been regarded as a blessing, saving those present from the torture of cudgelling torpid brains in vain, and from the annoyance of knowing that each uncomfortable looking individual of the company, though likewise cudgelling, regarded every other person as remarkably stupid and unsocial. From feelings analogous to those just mentioned, was it that Jenkinson Jinks felt it incumbent upon him to hazard an observation. He looked about for a cloud, but there was none to be seen. He glanced at the stars, but they were neither very bright nor very dim. " Magnificent houses," said Jinks, at last, by way of starting a leading fact, which was at once undeniable and calculated to elicit a kindly response. The conscience of Jinks rather reproached him with having laughed too heartily at Minim's recent misadventure, and he there- fore selected a topic the least likely to afford opportunity for a petulant reply, or to open the way to altercation. Minim received the olive branch. " Yes, but there's a grand mistake about this luxu- rious edifice for instance," replied Minim; halting, and leaning against a pump in front of a house which was adorned with both a bell and a knocker, " the builder has regarded the harmony of proportion, and all that he has made the proper distances between the windows and doors, the countenance, expression, and figure of the house has been attended to ; but I'm ready to bet, without trying, that no one has thought of its voice no one has had the refined judgment to harmonize the bell and the knocker, and, luckily for our nerves, knockers are going out and have left the field to the bells. But, where they remain, there's nothing but discord in the vocal department; and if the servants have ears, and why should they not ? it must almost drive them dis- MUSIC MAD. 15 I traded. Yes, yes very pretty fine steps, fine house, bright knocker, glittering bell handle, and plenty of dis- cord. It's as STire as that the bell and knocker are there in juxtaposition. To be morally certain, I'll try." Up strode Matthew Minim to the top of the steps. " Now, Jinks out with your fiddle it's up to con- cert pitch sound your A." Jinks laughingly did as he was ordered, and after 3 preliminary flourish, sounded orchestra fashion, " Twa-a-a twawdle, tweedle, twawdle twa-a-a !" " Taw-lol-tol-tee tee-lol-tol-taw !" sang Minim, tra- velling up and down the octave, to be sure of the pitch. *' Now, listen," and he rattled a stirring peal upon the knocker. " That's not in tune with us no how you can take it is it, Jinks ?" " No twudle, tweedle, twudle, tweedle !" replied Jinks, fiddling merrily, as he skipped about the pavement, delighted with his own skill. " Be quiet there now, I'll try whether the bell and the knocker are in tune with each other. Let's give 'em a fair trial." So saying, Minim seized the knocker in one hand, and the bell in the other, sounding them to the utmost of his power. " Oh, horrid ! shameful.! abominable ! even worse than I thought upon my word! " " Halloo, below !" said a voice from the second story window, emanating from a considerable quantity of night- cap and wrapper ; " what's the matter ? Is it the Ingens, or is the house afire ?" " I ain't a fireman myself, and I can't tell until the big bell rings whether there's a fire or not, ' said Minim ; " but, if the. house is positively on fire, I advise you as a friend to come down, and leave it as soon as possible. 3ring your clothes, for the weather's not over warm." 152 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. "Yes," said Jinks; "bring your trousers anyhow, for we've only got one whole pair down here." " You're a pair of impertinent rascals : what do you mean by kicking up such a bobbery at this time of night?" " Bobbery ! don't be cross, fiddle-strings ; always be harmonious in company, and melodious when you're alone, especially when you snore. J merely wish to in- form you that your bell and knocker do not accord. Just listen !" Bell and knocker were both again operated on vigor- ously. " Did you ever hear the like ? I'm ashamed of you have them tuned, do it's dreadful. Tune 'em." Once more Minim rang the bell and plied the knocker with great vigour and strength of muscle, while Jinks played " Nel furor delle tempeste," from II Pirata. The night-capped head disappeared from the window, and the musical gentlemen stood chattering and laughing, the one on the step and the other on the pavement, all unconscious of the mischief that was brewing for them. " Come," said Minim " let's give these people a duet a serenade will enlarge their musical capacities." " What shall it be ?" queried Jinks, humming a suc- cession of airs, to find something suited to the occasion. " Something about bells, if you don't know any thing about knockers," added Minim, giving the bell handle another affectionate tweak. Just then, Meinherr Night-cap and Wrapper returned to the window, aided by a stout servant, bearing a bucket of water. " I'll not call the watch," chuckled he, " buf I'll teach these fellows how to swim.'" "Home, fare thee well, The ocean's storm is over" iang Matthew Minim and Jenkinson Jinks. MUSIC MAD. 153 " Not over yet," said the voice from the window, as Minim was drenched by the upsetting of the bucket " take care of the ground-swell !" A spluttering, panting, and puffing sound succeeded, like " The bubbling shriek, the solitary cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony." Jinks paddled off rapidly he had seen enough of the Cataract of the Ganges in former times : not so with Mr. Minim, who exclaimed, " Fire and fury ! who asked for a water-piece ? If ' Water parted' is your tune, you may stick to Arne, but I'll give you a touch of Kotzwara a specimen of the 'Battle of Prague,' with a little of the 'Hailstone chorus.' " Minim hammered away at the door ; but not being able to beat in the panels with his feet, he caught up a paving-stone and hurled it against the frame, shouting " Stony-batter !" Windows flew up in all directions, and night-capped heads projected from every embrasure. The people shout- ed, the dogs barked, and rattles were sprung all round. Never was there heard a less musical din. Minim stood aghast. " Worse and worse !" cried he ; " what a clatter ! Haydn's ' Chaos' was a fool to this ! It's natural music, however, and I'll play my part till I get in, and catch the fellow who appointed himself the watering committee ;" and he, therefore, continued beat- ing upon the door. Mr. Minim was, however, overpowered by a number of individuals, headed by the bucket bearing servant, and as his heels were tripped up, he mournfully re- marked, " So fell Cardinal Wolsey. Will nobody favour us 154 CHAHCOAI, SKETCHES. with the ' Last words of Marmion,' or 'The soldier tired,' ' My lodging is on the cold ground,' or something else neat and appropriate ?" ' Can't you get somebody to bail you ?" said a pun- ning individual, alluding to Mr. Minim's drenched con- dition. " Let him run, Jacob," exclaimed the gentleman with the night-cap, speaking from the window ; " take him round the corner, and give him a start. He is sufficiently water-lynched, and I want no further trouble on his ac- count." " I won't go," replied Minim. " I've finished playing for the night ; but as you are leader, give the coup cPar- chet, and set your orchestra in motion. I won't walk round the corner carry me this must be a sostenuto movement." " Well, if that ain't a good note !" said the admiring crowd, as Minim was transported round the corner, whence, being set at liberty, he walked drippingly home, and ever after confined his musical researches within decorous bounds. 155) RIPTON RUMSEY; A TALE OF THE WATERS. THEY who are at all mindful of atmospheric pheno- mena must remember a storm, remarkable for its vio- lence, which" occurred not long since. It was a storm by night, and of those abroad at the time, every one averse to the shower bath, and having a feline dislike to wet feet, will bear it in mind, at least until the impression is washed out by the floods of a greater tempest. In the evening, the rain, as if exercising itself for more import- ant feats, fell gently and at intervals ; but as the night advanced, the wind came forth intent upon a frolic. Com- mencing with playful gambols, it amused itself at first with blowing out the old women's candles at the apple stands. Then growing bolder, it extinguished a few corporation lamps, and, like a mischievous boy, made free to snatch the hats of the unguarded, and to whisk them through mud and kennel. At length becoming wild by indulgence, it made a terrible turmoil through the streets, without the slightest regard to municipal regula- tions to the contrary. It went whooping at the top of its voice round the corners, whistled shrilly through the key-holes, and howled in dismal tones about the chimney tops. Here, it startled the negligent housewife from her slumbers by slamming the unbolted shutter till it roared 156 CHARCOAI, SKETCHES. like a peal of artillery ; and there, it tossed a rusty sign until its ancient hinges creaked for mercy ; while at intervals, the heavy tumble of scantling told that when Auster chooses to kick up a breeze, he is very nearly as good at a practical joke as Boreas, or any other frolic- some member of the ^Eolian family. The clouds too threw open their sluices, and the water joiningr in the saturnalia, tried a variety of ways to amuse itself, and its capers were as numerous as those of the gale. It beat the tattoo upon the pavement with such sportive fury, that it was difficult to decide whether it did not rain up- ward as violently as it did downward. Anon the breeze came sweeping along in a horizontal shower, disdaining alike the laws of gravity, and the perpendicular, but more nackneyed method of accomplishing its object. In short, whether reference be had to wind or to water, it may be noted in the journals of those curious in regard to wea- ther, as a night equally calculated to puzzle an umbrella, and to render " every man his own washerwoman." Selecting a single incident from the many, which it is natural to suppose might have been found by the aid of a diving bell on such a night, it becomes necessary to fish up Ripton Rumsey, who happened to be abroad on that occasion, as he is upon all occasions when left to consult his own wishes. Where Ripton had been in the early part of the' evening, it would not have been easy either for himself or any one else to tell. It is, therefore, fair to infer that, distributing his attentions, he had been as usual " about in spots." The fact is he has a hobby, which, like many hobbies, is apt to throw its rider. Al- though temperately disposed, such is the inquiring nature of his philosophic spirit, that, with a view perhaps to the ultimate benefit of the human race, he is continually experimenting its to the effects of alcoholic stimulants RIPTON RTJMSEY. 157 upon the human frame. It is probable, therefore, that on this occasion having " imbibed too much of the enemy" neat as imported, he had walked forth to qualify it by a stroll in the rain. This, however, is irrelevant, where he was, is the point at issue. The rain came down heavier than ever. A solitary watchman, more amphibious than his race in general, was seen wending his way through the puddles, think- ing, if he thought at all, of the discomforts of those whom Noah left behind, and of that happy provision of nature which renders a wet back fatal to none but young gos- lings. Dodging between the drops was out of the ques- tion ; so he strode manfully onward, until he stumbled over something which lay like a lion, or a bundle of wet clothing, in his path. " Why, hello ! what do you call this when it's biled, and the skin's tuck off?" said he, recovering himself, and giving the obstruction a thrust with his foot. " What's this without ing'ens ?" continued he, in that metaphorical manner peculiar to men of his profession, when they ask for naked truths and uncooked facts. It was Ripton Rumsey in that independent condition which places men beyond the control of circumstances, enabling them to sleep quietly either on the pavement or on the track of a well travelled railroad, and to repose in despite of rain, thunder, a gnawing conscience, or the fear of a locomotive. It was Ripton Rumsey, saved from being floated away solely by the saturated condition of both his internal and external man. " It's a man," remarked the investigator, holding to a tree with his right hand, as he curiously, yet cautiously pawed Ripton with his left foot. " It's a man who's turned in outside of the door, and is taking a snooze on the cold water principle. Well, I say, neighbour, jist in 158 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. a friendly way," added he, giving Ripton a prodigious kick as an evidence of his amicable feeling " if you don't get up, you'll ketch a nagee or the collar-and-fix you. Up with you, Jacky Dadle." Ripton's condition, as before hinted, was beyond the ordinary impulses to human action ; and he, therefore, endured several severe digs with the foot aforesaid, with- out uttering more than a deep-toned grunt ; but at last the sharp corner of the boot coming in contacfwith his ribs, he suddenly turned over in the graceful attitude of a frog, and struck out vigorously. Like Giovanni's faith- ful squire, he proved himself an adept at swimming on land. He " handled" his arms and legs with such dex- terity, that before his progress could be arrested, he was on the curbstone. The next instant heard him plunge into the swollen and roaring kennel, and with his head sticking above the water, he buffeted the waves with a heart of controversy. " The boat's blowed up, and them that ain't biled are all overboard !" spluttered the swimmer, as he dashed the waters about, and seemed almost strangled with the quantities which entered the hole in his head entitled a mouth, which was sadly unacquainted with undistilled fluids " Strike out, or you're gone chickens ! them as can't swim must tread water, and them as can't tread water must go to Davy Jones ! Let go my leg ! Every man for himself! Phre-e-e ! bro-o-o ! Who's got some splatterdocks ?" The watch looked on in silent admiration ; but finding that the aquatic gentleman did not make much headway, and that a probability existed of his going out of the world in soundings and by water, a' way evidently not in conformity to his desires, the benevolent guardian of the night thought proper to interpose ; and bending himself RIPTON RUMSEY. 159 to the work, at last succeeded in re-establishing Ripton Rumsey on the curbstone. " Ha !" said Ripton, after gasping a few minutes, and wringing the water from his face ami hair " you've saved me, and you'll be put in the newspapers for it by way of solid reward. Jist in time I'd been down twyst, and if I'd gone agin, Ripton Rumsey would a stayed there once more and the last and the nearest gits it. Only think my eye ! how the shads and the catties would a chawed me up ! Getting drownded ain't no fun, and after you're drownded it's wus. My sufferings what I had and my sufferings what I like to had is enough to make a feller cry, only I ain't got no hankercher, and my sleeve's so wet it won't wipe good." "Yes, young 'un," said the Charley, "s'posing the fishes had been betting on elections, they'd have invited the other fishes to eat you for oyster suppers, so much majority for sturgeon-nose, or a Ripton Rumsey supper for the company why not ? If we ketch the fishes, we eat them ; and if they ketch us, they eat us, bite all round." But the storm again began to howl, and as Ripton evidently did not understand the rationale of the argument^ the watchman lost his poetic sympathy for the Jonah of the gutters. Even had he heard the fishes calling for " Rip- ton Rumseys fried," " Ripton Rumseys stewed," or " Ripton Rumseys on a chafing dish," he would have felt indifferent about the matter, and if asked how he would take him, would undoubtedly have said, " Ripton Rumsey on a wheelbarrow." . " You must go to the watch-house." "What fur must I ! Fetch along the Humane Soci- ety's apparatus for the recovery of drownded indiwidooals them's what I want I'm water logged. Bring us one of the largest kind of smallers a tumbler full of brandy 11 160 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. and water, without no water in it. I've no notion of being diddled out of the sweets of my interesting sitiva- tion I want the goodies wrap me in a hot blanket and lay me by the fire put hot bricks to my feet, fill me up with hot toddy, and then go away. That's the scientific touch, and it's the only way I'm to be brung to, because when I'm drownded I'm a hard case." The Charley promised all, if Ripton would accompany him. The soft delusion was believed, and the " hard case" was lodged in the receptacle for such as he, where, before he discovered the deception, he fell into a pro- found slumber, which lasted till morning. The examina- tion was as follows : " Where do you live?" "I'm no ways petickelar jist where it's cheapest and most convenient. The cheapest kind of living, according to my notion, is when it's pretty good and don't cost nothing. In winter, the Alms House is not slow, and if you'll give us a call, you'll find me there when the snow's on the ground. But when natur' smiles and the grass is green, I'm out like a hoppergrass. The fact is, my constitution isn't none of the strongest ; hard work hurts my system ; so I go about doing little jobs for a fip or a levy, so's to get my catnip tea and bitters regular any thing for a decent living, if it doesn't tire a feller. But hang the city rural felicity and no Charleys is the thing, after all pumpkins, cabbages, and apple whiskey is always good for a weakly constitution and a man of an elewated turn of mind." " Well, I'll send you to Moyamensing prison quite rural." The sound of that awful word struck terror to the very marrow of Ripton. Like the rest of his class, while bearing his soul in his stomach, he carries his heart at 'Every mn for himself! Phre-e-e ! bro-o-o! who's got some splattcrdocks ?" Page 158. RIPTON RUMSEY. 161 the end of his nose, and to his heart rushed the blood from every part of his frame, until the beacon blazed with a lurid glare, and the bystanders apprehended nasal apo- plexy. The rudder of his countenance grew to such a size that there was no mistaking the leading feature of the case. To see before him, Ripton was compelled to squint direfully, and as the beggar in Gil Bias did his car- bine, he found himself under the necessity of resting his tremendous proboscis on the clerk's desk, while cocking his eye at his honour. " Miamensin !" stammered Ripton " Ouch, ouch ! now don't ! that's a clever feller. Arch street was all well enough plenty of company and conversation to improve a chap. But Miamensin scandaylus ! Why they clap you right into a bag as soon as you get inside the door, jist as if they'd bought you by the bushel, and then, by way of finishing your education, they lug you along and empty you into a room where you never see nothing nor nobody. It's jist wasting a man I'm be bagged if I go to Miamensin ! I'd rather be in the Me- nagerry, and be stirred up with a long pole twenty times a day, so as to cause me for to growl to amuse the com- pany. I ain't potatoes to be put into a bag blow the bag !" " There's no help for it, Ripton; you are a vagrant, and must be taken care of." " That's what I like ; but bagging a man is no sort of a way of taking care of him, unless he's a dead robin or a shot torn-tit. As for being a vagrom, it's all owing to my weakly constitution, and because I can't have my bitters and catnip tea regular. But if it's the law, here's at you. Being a judge, or a mayor, or any thing of that sort's easy done without catnip tea ; it don't hurt your hands, or strain your back ; but jist try a spell at smashing 162 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. stones, or piling logs, and you'd learn what's what with out being put in a bag. " Never mind," said Ripton, as he was conducted from the office, " every thing goes round in this world. Perhaps I'll be stuck up some day on a bench to ladle out law to the loafers. Who knows ? Then let me have a holt of some of the chaps that made Miamensin. I'd ladle out the law to 'em so hot, they'd not send their plates for more soup in a hurry. I'd have a whole bucket- ful of catnip tea alongside, and the way they'd ketch thirty days, and thirty days a top of that, would make 'em grin like chessy cats. First I'd bag all the Char- leys, and then I'd bag al 1 the mayors, and sew 'em up." ( 163) A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW; OR, THE DECLINE AND FALL OF TIPPLETON TIPPS. As the reader may have observed in his journey through life, the shades and varieties of human character are infinite. Although the temperaments, like the car- dinal numbers, are not multitudinous, yet in the course of events they have been so combined with each other, and are so modified by circumstance, that ingenuity itself cannot institute subdivisions to classify mankind with correctness. Whatever it may have been when our ancestors existed in the nomadic state and herded in tribes, it is difficult now to find the temperaments in their pristine purity ; and in consequence, it is but vague de- scription to speak of others as sanguineous, nervous, or saturnine. Something more definite is required to con- vey to the mind a general impression of the individual, and to give an idea of his mode of thought, his habitual conduct, and his principles of action. Luckily, however, for the cause of science and for the graphic force of lan- guage, there is a universal aptitude to paint with words, and to condense a catalogue of qualities in a phrase, which has been carried to such perfection, that in au- 164 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. quiring through the medium of another a know ledge of the distinctive moral features of our fellow mortals, it is by no means necessary to devote hours to query and response. An intelligent witness can convey to us the essence of a character in a breath ; a nourish of the tongue will sketch a portrait, and place it, varnished and framed, in our mental picture gallery. The colours will, it is true, be coarsely dashed in, but the strength of the resemblance abundantly compensates for deficiency of finish. If, for instance, we are briefly told that Mr. Plin- limmon is a " cake," the word may be derided as a cant appellation ; the ultra-fastidious may turn up their noses at it as a slang phrase ; but volumes could not render our knowledge of the man more perfect. We have him as it were, upon a salver, weak, unwholesome, and insipid suited to the fancy, perhaps, of the very youthful, but by no means qualified for association with the bold, the mature, and the enterprising. When we hear that a personage is classed by competent judges among the " spoons," we do not of course expect to find him shining in the buffet ; but we are satisfied that in action he must figure merely as an instrument. There are likewise, in this method of painting to the ear, the nicest shades of difference, often represented and made intelli- gible solely by the change of a letter, " soft" being the positive announcement of a good easy soul, and * saft" intimating that his disposition takes rank in the superlative degree of mollification. When danger's to be confronted, who would rashly, rely upon a " skulk ?" or, under any circumstances, ask worldly advice of those verdant worthies known among their cotemporaries as decidedly " green ?" Such words are the mystic cabala ; they are the key to individuality, throwing open a panoramic view of the A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 105 man, and foreshadowing his conduct in any supposed emergency. Therefore, when we speak of Tippleton Tipps as a " whole-souled fellow," the acute reader will find an inkling of biography in the term he will understand that Tippleton is likely to be portrayed as " no one's enemy but his own" and from that will have a glimpse of disastrous chances, of hairbreadth 'scapes, and of immediate or prospective wreck. According to the popular acceptation of the phrase, a " whole-soul" is a boiler without a safety valve, doomed sooner or later to explode with fury, if wisdom with her gimblet fail in making an aperture : the puncture, however, being ef- fected, the soul is a whole-soul no longer. It must therefore be confessed that Tippleton Tipps has not thus been bored by wisdom. He has a prompt alacrity at a "blow-out" and has been skyed in a "blow-up," two varieties of the blow which frequently follow each other so closely as to be taken for cause and effect. Tippleton Tipps, as his soubriquet imports, is one of those who rarely become old, and are so long engaged in sowing their wild oats as to run to seed themselves, never fructifying in the way of experience, unless it be, like Bardolph, in the region of the nose. Before the con- densing process was applied to language, he would pro- bably have been called a dissipated, unsteady rogue, who walked in the broad path which furnishes sea-room for eccentricities of conduct ; but in these labour-saving times, he rejoices in the milder, but quite as descriptive title of a whole-souled fellow, the highest degree attain- able in the college of insouciance and jollity. It is, how- ever, no honorary distinction, to be gained without toil or danger. The road is steep and thorny, and though in striving to reach the topmost height, there is no ne- 166 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. cessity for burning the midnight oil in the retired study, yet the midnight lamp, and many of the lamps which beam between the noon of night and morning, are often incidentally smashed in the process. Aspirants for other academic glories become pale with application and pro tracted vigils, but the whole-souled fellow will outwatch the lynx, and, if his cheek be blanched, the colour is made up in another portion of. his visage. He is apt to be as " deeply red" as any one, though the locality of his acquirements may be different. The strict derivation of the title acquired by Tipple- ton the W. S. F. by which he is distinguished is not easily to be traced. There is, however, a vulgar belief that the philosopher who devotes himself to profound investigations, whether theoretical, like those of the schools, or experimental, like those of the Tippses, is not altogether free from flaw in the region of the occiput, and hence, as the schoolman has the sutures of his cra- nium caulked with latinized degrees, and as one should always have something whole about him, fancy and charity combined give the fast-livers credit for a " whole- soul."' Now, Tippleton Tipps always lived uncommonly fast. He is in fact remarkable for free action and swift travel, existing regularly at the rate of sixteen miles an hour under a trot, and can go twenty in a gallop. He sleeps fast, talks fast, eats fast, drinks fast, and, that he may get on the faster, seldom thinks at all. It is an axiom of his that thinking, if not "an idle waste of thought," is a very leaden business one must stop to think, which wastes time and checks enterprise. He reprobates it as much as he does poring over books, an employment which he regards as only calculated to give a man a "crick in the neck," and to spoil the originality of his A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 167 ideas. A Avhole-souled fellow knows every thing intui- tively what is reason with others, is instinct in him. When Tippleton was quite a little boy, his moral idio- syncrasy manifested itself in a very decisive way. His generosity was remarkable ; he was never known to pause in giving away the playthings belonging to his brothers and sisters ; and his disinterestedness was such that he never hesitated an instant in breaking or losing his own, if sure of repairing the deficit by foraging upon others. No sordid impulse prevented a lavish expenditure of his pennies, and as soon as they were gone he " financiered" with the s'ame liberality by borrowing from his little friends, never offending their delicacy by an offer to return the loan, a blunder into which meaner spirits sometimes fall. When that statesmanlike expedient would no longer answer, he tried the great commercial system upon a small scale, by hypothecating with the apple and pie woman the pennies he was to receive, thus stealing a march upon time by living in advance. There being many apple women and likewise many pie wo- men, he extended his business in this whole-souled sort of a way, and skilfully avoiding the sinking of more pennies than actually necessary to sustain his credit, he prospered for some time in the eating line. But as every thing good is sure to have an end, the apple and pie sys- tem being at last blown out tolerably large, Tippleton exploded with no assets. By way of a moral lesson, his father boxed his ear? and refused to settle with his credi- tors, whereupon Tippleton concluded that the sin lay al- together in being found out, while his mother kissed him, gave him a half dollar, and protested that he had the spirit of a prince and ought not to be snubbed. As the spirit of a prince is a fine thing, it was cherished accord- ingly, and Tippleton spent his cash and laughed at the pie women. 168 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. The home department of his training being thus carefully attended to, Tippleton went to a variety of " lyceums," " academies," and " institutes," and mosaick- ed his education by remaining long enough to learn the branches of mischief indigenous to each, when, either because he had outstripped his teacher, or because his whole-soul had become too large, he was invariably requested to resign, receiving on all of these interesting occasions the cuff paternal and the kiss maternal, the latter being accompanied, as usual, with a reinforcement to his purse and a plaudit to his spirit. Tippleton then took a turn at college, where he received the last polish before the premature notice to quit was served upon him ; and at seventeen he was truly " whole-souled," playing billiards as well as any " pony" in the land, and boxing as scientifically as the " deaf 'un." He could owe every- body with a grace peculiar to himself; kick up the noisiest of all possible rows at the theatre, invariably timed with such judgment as to make a tumultuous rush at the most interesting part of the play ; he could extem- porize a fracas at a ball, and could put Cayenne pepper in a church stove. The most accomplished young man about town was Tippleton Tipps, and every year in- creased his acquirements. Time rolled on ; the elder Tippses left the world for their offspring to bustle in, and Tippleton, reaching his majority, called by a stretch of courtesy the age of discretion, received a few thousands as his outfit in .manhood. He, therefore, resolved to setup for himself, determined to be a whole-souled fellow all the time, instead of, as before, acting in that capacity after business hours. " Now," said Tipps, exultingly, " I'll see what fun is made of now I'll enjoy life now I'll be a man.!" A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 169 And, acting on that common impression, which, how- ever, is not often borne out by the result, that when the present means are exhausted something miraculous will happen to recruit the finances, Tippleton commenced operations, stylish lodgings, a " high trotting horse," buggy, and all other " confederate circumstance." It was soon known that he was under weigh, and plenty of friends forthwith clustered around him, volunteering their advice, and lending their aid to enable him to support the character of a whole-souled fellow in the best and latest manner. Wherever his knowledge happened to be defi- cient, Diggs " put him up" to this, Twiggs " put him up" to that, and Sniggs "put him up" to t'other, and Diggs, Twiggs, and Sniggs gave him the preference whenever they wanted a collateral security or a direct loan. Thus, Tippleton not only had the pleasure of their company at frolics given by himself, but had likewise the advantage of being invited by them to entertainments for which his own money paid. " Clever is hardly a name for you, Tippleton," said Diggs, using the word in its cis-atlantic sense. " No back-out in him," mumbled Sniggs, with un- wonted animation. " The whole-souled'st fellow I ever saw," chimed Twiggs. Tippleton had just furnished his satellites with the cash to accompany him to the races ; for then he was yet rather " flush." " Give me Tippleton anyhow," said Diggs, " he's all sperrit." " And no mistake," chimed Sniggs. " He wanted it himself, I know he did," ejaculated Twiggs, "but, whole-souled fellow " and Twiggs but- toned his pocket on the needful, and squinted through 170 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the shutters at the tailor's boy and the bootmaker's boy, who walked suspiciously away from the door, as if they didn't believe that TIPPLETON TIPPS, ESQ. Dr. To sundries as per account rendered, was " not in." Tailors' boys, and shoemakers' boys, and indeed, bill-bearing boys in general, are matter-of- factish incredulous creatures at best, and have no respect foj the poetic licenses ; they are not aware that whole- souled people, like the mysterious ball of those ingenious artists the " thimble riggers," who figure upon the sward on parade days, race days, hanging days, and other popular jubilees, are either in or out as the emergencies of the case require. But what would not Tippleton do to maintain his reputation ? While he had the means, let borrowers be as plenty as blackberries, they had only to pronounce the " open sesame" to have their wishes gratified, even if Tippleton himself were obliged to borrow to effect so desirable an object. The black looks of landlords and landladies, the pertinacities of mere business creditors, what are they, when the name of a whole-souled fellow is at stake ? Would they have such a one sink into the meanness of giving the preference to engagements which bring no credit except upon books ? Is selfishness so predominant in their natures ? If so, they need not look to be honoured by the Tippleton Tippses with the light of their countenance, or the sunshine of their patronage. There is not a Tipps in the country who would lavish interviews upon men or the representatives of men, who have so little sympathy with the owners of whole-souls To such, the answer will invariably be " not in." A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. Il " Tippleton Tipps, I've an idea," said Dig. " Surprising," said Tippleton moodily. " A splendid idea a fortune-making idea for you," continued Diggs. Now, it so happened that Tippleton was just in that situation in which the prospect of a fortune is a " splendid idea," even to a " whole-souled fellow." His funds were exhausted his credit pumped dry ; the horse and buggy had been sequestered, " and something miraculous" in the shape of relief had not happened. In fact, affairs were in that desperate condition which offers no resource but the dreadful one of suicide, or that still more dreadful alter- native, going to work, running away without the means being a matter of impossibility. -' *>'' 5 " As how ?" interrogated Tippleton dubiously, he having but little faith in the money-making schemes broached by Diggs, that individual's talent lying quite in another direction. " As how ?" chorussed Sniggs and Twiggs, who, as nard run as their compatriots, snuffed free quarters in the word, and a well-filled purse ready at their call. " You must marry," added Diggs. " Get thee a wife, Tippleton." " Ah ! that would improve the matter amazingly, and be quite a profitable speculation," replied Tippleton ironically. " To be sure why not ? What's to prevent a good looking, whole-souled fellow like you from making a spec ? Grimson's daughter, for instance not pretty but plaguey rich only child what's to hinder eh ?' " Yes what's to hinder ?" said Twiggs and Sniggs looking at each other, and then at Tippleton " whole- souled good looking and all that just what the girls like." 172 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. " Perhaps they do, but papas do not," said Tipple- ton, with a meditating look ; " as for old Grimson, he hates 'em." " Very like ; but you don't want to marry Grimson get the daughter, and the father follows that's the plan. If it must be so, why make an impression upon Miss Jemima first then shave off your whiskers, uncurl your hair, put your hat straight on your head, and swear to a reform quit fun, go to bed early very hard certainly, but when matters are once properly secured, then you know ha ! ha !" and Twiggs sportively knocked Tip- pleton in the ribs. " Ha ! ha !" laughed Twiggs and Sniggs, poking each other in the same anatomical region. Although Tippleton had but little fancy for matrimony in general, or for Miss Jemima Grimson in particular, yet under the circumstances, he felt disposed to venture on the experiment and to try what could be done. He therefore continued the conversation, which happened late one night in a leading thoroughfare, and which was interrupted in a strange, startling manner. An intelligent " hem !" given in that peculiar tone which intimates that the utterer has made A satisfactory discovery, seemed to issue from a neighbouring tree-box, and as Messrs. Tipps, Diggs, Sniggs, and Twiggs directed their astonished regards toward the suspected point, a head decorated with a straw hat a very unseasonable article at the time, and more unseasonable from its lid- like top, which opened and shut at each passing breeze protruded from the shelter. "Ahem!" repeated the head, seeming to speak with "most miraculous organ," the wintry blast lifting up the hat-crown and letting it fall again, as if it were the mouth of some nondescript " Ahem ! I like the specki- A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 173 lation myself, and I must either be tuck in as a pardener or I'll peach. I knows old Grimsings he lent me a kick and a levy t'other day, and if I don't see good reason to the contrayry, I mean to stick up fur him. It's a prime speckilation fur me every-vich-vay." The conspirators were astonished, as well they might be, at the sudden and unexpected apparition among them of another " whole-souled fellow" with a dilapidated hat. The stranger was Richard Dout, the undegenerated scion of a noble house, the members of which have been con- spicuous in all ages it was Richard, known to his familiars by the less respectful, but certainly more affec- tionate appellation of " Dicky Dout." He is a man of fine feelings and very susceptible susceptibilities, being of that peculiar temperament which is generally under- stood to constitute genius, and possessing that delicate organization which is apt to run the head of its owner against stone walls, and prompts him on all occasions to put his fingers in the fire. He has, therefore, like his illustrious progenitors, a strong affinity for " looped and windowed raggedness," and rather a tendency toward a physical method of spiritualizing the grosser particles of the frame. But for once, Dout was sharpened for *' speckilation." " I'm to go sheers," added Dout, as if it were a settled thing. " Sheer off, you impudent rascal !" ejaculated the party. " Oh, I don't mind sass," replied he, seating himself coolly on the fire-plug, and deliberately tucking up the only tail which remained to his coat " Cuss as much as you please it won't skeer wot I know out o' me. Don't hurt yourself, said Carlo to the kitten. I'll see Grim- eings in the morning, if I ain't agreeable nere I'm to *74 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. have fust every and a shot this time, as the boys says veft they're playin' of marvels. Let them knuckle down close as can't help it," concluded Dout, as he whistled and rubbed his shin, and remarked that when " sot upon a thing he was raal lignum witey." " Tippleton !" said Diggs. "Well?" replied Tippleton. "A fix!" " Ra-a-ther." " Nullum g-o-wm," added Sniggs, who prided himself upon his classical knowledge. "Epluribum uniber, if you come to that," interjected Dout. " We're caught," added Twiggs, who dealt largely in French; " we're caught, tootin in the assembly." " Does he know us ?" inquired Tippleton. " To be sure," replied Dout " we whole-souled fellers knows everybody in the same line of busi- ness." This was decidedly a check the speculators were outgeneralled by the genius of the Douts ; so making a virtue of necessity, they mollified him by a slight douceur scraped up at the time, and large promises for the future. Dicky was forthwith installed as boot-cleaner and coat-brusher to the party, as well as recipient of old clothes, under condition of keeping tolerably sober and very discreet. Peace being thus concluded, Tippleton Tipps com- menced the campaign against the heart of Miss Jemima Grimson, who liked whole-souled fellows, and began the work of ingratiating himself with his father's old friend Mr. Grimson, who cordially disliked whole-souled fellows. In the first place, therefore, he ceased to associate pub- licly with Diggs, Sniggs, and Twiggs, and contented him- A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 175 self with chuckling with them in private. He silenced his creditors by demonstrating to them that he was a young man of great expectations, and even contrived to obtain advances upon the prospect, wherewith to keep nimself in trim and to nourish Dicky Dout. Miss Je- mima was delighted, for Tippleton had such a way with him ; while Mr. Crimson's unfavourable impressions gradually vanished before his professions of reform and improved conduct. The old gentleman employed him as a clerk, and had a strong inclination either to " set him up" or to " take him in." " Such a correct, sensible young man has he become," quoth Grimson. Things were thus beautifully en train, when Mr. Grimson rashly sent his protege with a sum of money to be used in a specified way in a neighbouring city, and the protege, who longed to indulge himself in that which ae classically termed a " knock-around," took his allies Diggs, Sniggs, and Twiggs with him. The " cash proper'* being expended the wine being in and the wit being out Tippleton being a whole-souled fellow, and his companions knowing it, the " cash improper" was diverted from its legitimate channel, and after a few days of roar- ing mirth, they returned rather dejected and disheartened. * * * * * "Come, what's the use of sighing?" roared Tipple- ton, as they sat dolorously in a snug corner at the head- quarters of the whole-souled fellows. " The money's not quite out Champagne !" " Bravo, Tippleton !" responded his companions, and the corks flew merrily " That's the only way to see one's road out of trouble." " Another bottle, Dout ! that for Grimson !" shouted Tipps, snapping his fingers " I'll run off with hia daughter what do you say to that, Dicky Dout ?" i76 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. Dicky dodged the cork which was flirted at him, and regarding the company with a lugubrious air, observed : " Accordin' to me, gettin' coriied's no way there's only two business sitiations in which it's allowable one's when you're so skeered you can't tell what to do, and the other's when your eyes is sot and it's no use doin' nothin' when you're goin', and when you're gone it makes you go by a sort of a slant, instead of a bumping tumble. It eases a feller down like a tayckle, when on temperance principles he'd break his neck. For my part, I think this bustin' of yourn looks bad" Dicky filled a glass and drained its contents " 'spe- cially when you're goin' it on crab-apple cider." " Get out, Dicky Dout ! Fetch some cigars, Dicky Dout!" The party sang songs, the party made speeches, and the party rapidly drank up the remainder of Mr. Grim- son's cash, a catastrophe which in their present state of mind did not trouble them at all, except when they re- membered that no more money, no more wine. Boniface was used to dealing with whole-souled fellows. " Order, gentlemen !" said Tipps, rising to deliver an address " I don't get upon my feet to impugn the eye- sight, gentlemen, or the ear-sight, gentlemen, of any member present ; but merely to state that there are facts primary facts, like a kite, and contingent facts, like Dob-tails one set of facts that hang on to another set of facts" and Tippleton grasped the table to support him- self. " The first of these facts is, that in looking out at the window I see snow I likewise hear sleigh-bells, from which we have the bob-tailed contingent that we ought to go a sleighing to encourage domestic manufactures." " Hurra !" said Diggs and Sniggs " let's go a sleighing !" A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 177 " Hurray !" muttered Twiggs, who sat drowsing over an extinguished cigar and an empty glass " let's go a Maying !" "I have stated,* gentlemen," continued Tipps, sway ing to and fro, and endeavouring to squeeze a drop from a dry bottle " several facts, but there is another a further contingent the sleighing may be good, and we ought to go but, gentlemen, we've got no money ! That's what I call an appalling fact, in great staring capi- tals the money's gone, the Champagne's gone, but though we made 'em go, we can't go ourselves !" Tippleton Tipps sank into his chair, and added, as he sucked at his cigar with closed eyes : " Capitalists desiring to contract will please send in their terms, sealed and endorsed ' Proposals to loan.' " " Cloaks, watches, and breast-pins spout 'em," hinted Dout from a corner. "We whole-souled people always plant sich articles in sleighing-time, and let's 'em crop out in the spring." The hint was taken. As the moon rose, a sleigh whiz- zed rapidly along the street, and as it passed, Tippleton Tipps was seen bestriding it like a Colossus, whirling his arms as if they were the fans of a windmill, and screaming " 'Tis my delight of a shiny night !" in which his associates, including Dout, who was seated by the driver, joined with all their vocal power- " 'Twas merry in the parlor, 'twas meny in the hall," when Tippleton, cum suis, alighted at a village inn. Fiddles were playing and people were dancing all over he house, and the new arrivals did not lose time in edding to the jovial throng. Tippleton, seizing the bar- maid's cap, placed it on his own head, and using the shovel and tongs for the apparatus of a fiddler, danced and played on top of the table, while Dout beat the door 142 178 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. by way of a drum, and Diggs, Sniggs, and Twiggs dis- turbed the " straight fours" of the company in the general assembly-room by a specimen of tjje Winnebago war- dance, the whole being accompanied by whoopings after the manner of the aborigines. The clamor drew the " select parties" into the passages to see the latest arrivals from Pandemonium. " Who cares for Grimson ?" said Tipps, as he fiddled and sung the following choice morceau from Quizembob's Reliques of Lyric Poetry " Oh ! my father-in-law to me was cross / Oh 'twas neither for the better, nor yet for the worse i He neither would give me a cow nor fa horse," when Mr. Grimson and Miss Jemima Grimson from the " select parties" stood before him. " So, Mr. Tippleton Tipps, this is your reform ! be pleased to follow me, and give an account of the business intrusted to your charge," said Mr. Grimson sternly. " Ha ! ha !" laughed Tippleton, fiddling up to him "business pooh! Dance, my old buck, dance like a whole-souled fellow like me dance, Jemimy, it may make you pretty " He neither would give me a cow nor a horse" Mr. Grimson turned indignantly on his heel, and Miss Jemima Grimson, frowning volumes of disdain at seeing her lover thus attired and thus disporting himself, and at hearing him thus contumelious to her personal charms, gave him what is poetically termed " a look," and sailed majestically out of the room leaning on her father's arm "Ha! ha!" said Tippleton, continuing to fiddle ' The speckilation's got the grippe," added Dout. A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW. 179 It was nearly morning when a pair of horses, with the fragments of a sleigh knocking about their heels, dashed wildly into Millet's stable yard. They were the ponies which had drawn Tippleton Tipps and his cohort! but where were those worthy individuals ? At the corner of a street, where the snow and water had formed a delusive compound as unstable as the Goodwin sands, lay Tippleton half " smothered in cream" ice cream, while " his lovely companions" were strewed along the wayside at various intervals, according to the tenacity of their grasp. " The tea party's spilt," said Dicky Dout, as he went feeling among the snow with a fragment of the wreck, and at length forked up Tippleton, as if he were a dump- ling in a bowl of soup. The tableau was striking. The tender-hearted Dout sat upon the curbstone with Tippleton's head upon his knee, trying to rub a little life into him. It was a second edition of Marmion and Clara de Clare at Flodden field, the Lord of Fontenaye and Tippleton Tipps both being at the climax of their respective catastrophes. " Ah !" said Dout, heaving a deep sigh as he rubbed away at his patient's forehead, as if it were a boot to clean, " this night has been the ruination of us all we're smashed up small and sifted through. Here lies Mr. Tipps in a predicary and me and the whole on 'em is little better nor a flock of gone goslings. It's man's natur', I believe, and we can't help it no how. As fur me, I wish I was a pig there's some sense in being a pig wot's fat; pigs don't have to speckilate and bust pigs never go a sleighing, quarrel with their daddies-in-law wot was to be, get into sprees, and make tarnal fools of themselves. Pigs is decent behaved people and good "hizens, though they ain't got no wote. And then they 180 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. naven't got no clothes to put on of cold mornings when they get up ; they don't have to be darnin' and patchin' their old pants ; they don't wear no old hats on their heads, nor have to ask people for 'em cold wittles is plenty for pigs. My eyes ! it I was a jolly fat pig belonging to respectable people, it would be tantamount to nothin' with me who was president. Who ever see'd one pig a settin' on a cold curbstone a rubbin' anothei pig's head wot got chucked out of a sleigh ? Pigs has too much sense to go a ridin' if so be as they can help it. I wish I was one, and out of this scrape. It's true," continued Dout thoughtfully, and pulling Tippleton's nose till it cracked at the bridge-joint, " it's true that pigs has their troubles like humans constables ketches 'em, dogs bites 'em, and pigs is sometimes almost as done-over suckers as men ; but pigs never runs their own noses into scrapes, coaxin' themselves to believe it's fun, as we do. I never see a pig go the whole hog in my life, 'sept upon rum cherries. I'm thinkin' Mr. Tipps is defunct ; he sleeps as sound as if it was time to get up to breakfast." But Tipps slowly revived ; he rolled his glassy eye wildly, the other being, as it were, "put up for exporta- tion," or "bunged" as they have it in the vernacular. "Mister Tipps," said Dout, " do you know what's the matter?" "Fun's the matter, isn't it ?" gasped Tipps ; "I've been a sleighing, and we always do it so it's fun this way but what's become of my other eye ? Where's stop I remember. The horses and sleigh were in a hurry, and couldn't stay compliments to the folks, but can't sit down." " Your t'other eye," replied Dout, " as fur as I can *e, is kivered up to keep ; the wire-edge is took con- A WHOLE-SOULED FELLOW 181 siclerable off your nose your coat is split as if somebody wanted to make a pen of it, and your trousers is fractured." " Well, I thought the curbstone was uncommonly cold. What with being pitched out of the sleigh, and the grand combat at the hotel, we've had the whole-souled'st time knocked almost into a cocked hat. But if you don't get thrashed, you haven't been a sleighing. What can science do in a room against chairs, pokers, shovels, and tongs ? Swing it into 'em as pretty as you please, it's ten to one if you're not quaited down stairs like clothes to wash. Fun alive ! " Here Tippleton Tipps yelled defiance, and attempted to show how fields were won or lost, as in his case ; but nature is a strict banker, and will not honour your drafts when no funds are standing to your credit. "Ah!" panted he, as he fell back into the arms of Mr. Dout; " my frolic's ver for once broke off with Grimson, spent his money sleigh all in flinders, and I'll have to get a doctor to hunt for my eye and put my nose in splints. Ha ! ha ! there is no mistake in me always come home from enjoying myself, sprawling on a shut- ter, as a gentleman should give me something to talk about who's afraid ?" Even Dout was surprised to hear such valiant words from the drenched and pummelled mass before him ; and as he stared, Tippleton mutteringly asked to be taken home. " I'm a whole-souled fellow," whispered he faintly " whole-souled and no mistake about the mat- ter at all." Assistance and " a shutter" being procured, Tippleton Tipps was conveyed to his lodgings, where with a black patch across his nose, a green shade over one eye, the other being coloured purple, blue, and yellow halfway to 182 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. the jaw, his upper lip in the condition of that of the man "wot won the fight," his left arm in a sling, and his right ankle sprained, sat Tippleton for at least a month, the very impersonation, essence, and aroma of a " whole- souled fellow." As soon, however, as he was in marching order, he suddenly disappeared, or perhaps was exhaled, like Romulus and other great men, boldly walking right through his difficulties, and leaving them behind him in a state of orphanage. The last heard of Dout was his closing speech after taking Tipps home on the night of the catastrophe. " My speculation has busted its biler. To my notion this 'ere is a hard case. If I tries to mosey along through the. world without saying nothin' to nobody, it won't do livin' won't come of itself, like the man you owe money to you are obligated to step and fetch it. If I come fur to go fur to paddle ^ny tub quietly down the gutter of life without bumping agin the curbstone on one side, I'm sure to get aground on the other, or to be upsot somehow. If I tries little speckilations sich as boning things, I'm sartin to be cotch ; and if I goes pardeners, as I did with Mr. Tipps, it won't do. Fips and levies ain't as plenty as snowballs in this 'ere yearthly spear. But talking of snowballs, I wish I was a nigger. Nobody will buy a white man, but a stout nigger is worth the slack of two or three hundred dollars. I hardly believe myself there is so much money ; but they say so, and if I could get a pot of blackin' and some brushes, I'd give myself a coat, and go and hang myself up for sale in the Jarsey Market, like a froze possum." Dout walked gloomily away, and the story goes that when this whole-souled fellow in humble life was finally arrested as a vagrant, his last aspiration as he entered the prison, was: "Oh! I wish I was a pig, 'cause they ain't got to go to jail !" ( 183) GAMALIEL GAMBRIL; OK, DOMESTIC UNEASINESS IT may be a truism, yet we cannot help recording it as o.tr deliberate opinion, that life is begirt with troubles. The longer we live, the more we are convinced of the fact solidly, sincerely convinced ; especially in cold weather, when all evils are doubled, and great annoy- ances are reinforced by legions of petty vexations. The happiest conditions of existence among which it is usual to class matrimony are not without their alloy. There is a principle of equity always at work, and, there- fore, where roses strew the path, thorns are sharpest and most abundant. Were it otherwise, frail humanity might at times forget its mortal nature as it is apt to do when not roughly reminded of the fact and grow alto- gether too extensive for its nether integuments. A stronger proof that " there's naught but care on every hand," and that it is often nearest when least ex- pected, could not be found, than in the case of Gamaliel Gambril the cobbler, an influential and well known resi- dent of Ringbone Alley, a section of the city wherein he has " a voice potential, double as the Duke's." Gama- liel's Christmas gambols innocent as he deemed them terminated in the revolt of his household, a species of civil war which was the more distress- ing to him as it came like a cloud after sunshine, 184 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. darker and more gloomy from the preceding light. It is often thus with frail humanity. The keenest vision can- not penetrate the contracted circle of the present, and give certain information of the future. Who, that sets forth to run a rig, can tell in what that rig may end ? The laughing child, unconscious of mishap, pursues the sport- ive butterfly and falls into a ditch ; and man, proud of his whiskers, his experience, and his foresight, will yet follow that phantom felicity until he gets into a scrape. The highways and the byways of existence are filled with man-traps and spring-guns, and happy he whose activity is so great that he can dance among them with uninjured ankles, and escape scot-free. That faculty, which to a man of a sportive turn of mind is more pre- cious than rubies, is denied to Gamaliel Gambril. When convivially inclined, he is a Napoleon, whose every bat- tle-field is a Waterloo a Santa Anna, whose San Jacin- tos are innumerable. ****** It was past the noon of night, and the greater part of those who had beds to go to, had retired to rest. Light after light had ceased to flash from the windows, and every house was in darkness, save where a faintly burning candle in the attic told that Sambo or Dinah had just finished labour, and was about enjoying the sweets of repose, or where a fitful flashing through the fan light of an entry door hinted at the fact that young Hopeful was still abroad at his revels. It seemed that the whole city and liberties were in bed, and the active imagination of the solitary stroller through the streets could not avoid painting the scene. He figured to himself the two hun- dred thousand human creatures who dwell within those precincts, lying prone upon their couches couches varied as their fortunes, and in attitudes more varied than either GAMALIEL GAMBRIL. 185 some, who are careless of making a figure in the world, with their knees drawn up to their chins ; the haughty and ostentatious stretched out to their full extent ; the am- bitious, the sleeping would-be CaBsars, spread abroad like the eagle on a sign, or a chicken split for the gridiron, each hand and each foot reaching toward a different point of the compass ; the timid rolled up into little balls, with their noses just peeping from under the clothes ; and the valiant with clenched fists and bosoms bare for charac- ter manifests itself by outward signs, both in our sleeping and in our waking moments ; and if the imagination of the speculative watcher has ears as well as eyes, the varied music which proceeds from these two hundred thousand somnolent bodies will vibrate upon his tympanum the dulcet flute-like snoring which melodiously exhales from the Phidian nose of the sleeping beauty ; the querulous whining of the nervous papa ; the warlike startling snort of mature manhood, ringing like a trumpet call, and rat- tling the window glass with vigorous fury ; the whistling, squeaking, and grunting of the eccentric ; and, in fine, all the diversified sounds with which our race choose to ac- company their sacrifices to Morpheus. But though so many were in bed, there were some who should have been in bed who were not there. On this very identical occasion, when calmness seemed to rule the hour, the usually quiet precincts of Ringbono Alley were suddenly disturbed by a tremendous clatter. But .oud as it was, the noise for a time continued un- heeded. The inhabitants of that locality who are excel- lent and prudent citizens, and always, while they give their arms and legs a holiday, impose additional labour upon their digestive organs worn out by the festivities of the season, and somewhat oppressed with a feverish head-ache, the consequence thereof, were generally 186 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. asleep ; and, with no disposition to flatter, or to assume more for them than they are entitled to, it must be con- ceded that the Ringboners, when they tie up their heads and take off their coats to it, are capital sleepers none better. They own no relationship to those lazy, aristo- cratic dozers, who seem to despise the wholesome em- ployment of slumbering, and, instead of devoting their energies to the task, amuse themselves with counting the clock, and with idly listening to every cry of fire who are afraid to trust themselves unreservedly to the night, and are so suspicious of its dusky face, and so doubtful of the fidelity of the " sentinel stars," as to watch both night and stars. Unlike this nervous race, the Ring- boners have in general nothing to tell when they assem- ble round the breakfast table. They eat heartily, and grumble not about the badness of their rest ; for their rest has no bad to it. They neither hear the shutters slam in the night, nor are they disturbed by mysterious knock ings about three in the morning. They do not, to make others ashamed of their honest torpidity, ask, " Where was the fire ?" and look astonished that no one heard the alarm. On the contrary, when they couch them- selves, they are only wide enough awake to see the candle out of the corner of one eye, and nothing is audi- ble to them between the puff which extinguishes the light and the call to labour at the dawn. When their heads touch the pillow, their optics are closed and their mouths are opened. Each proboscis sounds the charge into the land of Nod, and like Eastern monarchs, they slumber to slow music, Ringbone Alley being vocal with one tremendous snore. No wonder that such a praiseworthy people, so cir- cumstanced, should not be easily awakened by the noise before alluded to. But the disturbance grew louder ; the GAMALIEL GAMBRIL. 187 little dogs frisked and barked ; the big dogs yawned and bayed ; the monopolizing cats, who like nobody's noise but their own, whisked their tails and flew through the cellar windows in dismay. The alley, which, like Othello, can stand most things unmoved, was at last waking up, and not a few night-capped heads projected like whitewashed artillery through the embrasures of the upper casements, dolefully and yawnfully " vanting to know vo.t vos the row ?" The opening of Gamaliel Gambril's front door an- swered the question. He and his good lady were earn- estly discussing some problem of domestic economy-- some knotty point as to the reserved rights of parties to the matrimonial compact. It soon, however, became evident that the husband's reasoning, if not perfectly con- vincing, was too formidable and weighty to be resisted. Swift as the flash, Madam Gambril dashed out of the door, while Gamaliel, like " panting time, toiled after her in vain," flourishing a strap in one hand and a broom in the other. Though the night was foggy, it was clear that something unusual was the matter with Gamaliel. His intellectual superstructure had, by certain unknown means, become too heavy for his physical framework. Mind was triumphing over matter, and, as was to be ex- pected, matter proving weak, the immortal mind had many tumbles ; but still, rolling, tumbling, and stum- bling, Gamaliel, like Alpheus, pursued his Arethusa; not until the flying fair was metamorphosed into a magic stream, but until he pitched into an urban water-course of a less poetic nature, which checked his race, while its waves soothed and measurably tranquillized his nervous system. At the catastrophe, Mrs. Gambril ceased her flight, but after the manner of the Cossacks of the Don i88 CHARCOAL SKETCHES or the Mahratta cavalry, kept circling round the enemy out of striking distance, yet within hail. " Gammy Gambril," said she, appealing to the argu- mentum ad hominem, in reply to that ad baculum from which she fled " Gammy, you're a mere warmunt a pitiful warmunt ; leave me no money not at home these two days and nights, and still no money ! now you are come, what do you fetch ? a tipsy cobbler ! Hot corn is good for something, and so is corned beef; but I'd like to know what's the use of a corned cobbler ?" " Corneycopey for ever ! It's merry Christmas and happy New Year, old woman !" said Gambril, raising himself with great difficulty to a sitting posture ; " and I'll larrup you like ten thousand, if you'll only come a little nearer. Ask for money on a Christmas ! it's too aggrawatin' ! it's past endurin' ! I'm bin jolly myself I'm jolly now, and if you ain't jolly, come a little nearer and [flourishing the slrap~\ I'll make you jolly." Much conversation of a similar tenor passed between the parties ; but as the argument continued the same, no new ideas were elicited, until Montezuma Dawkins, a near neighbour, and a man of a rather nervous tempera- ment the consequence perhaps of being a bachelor- stepped out to put an end to the noise, which interfered materially with his repose. " Go home, Mrs. Gambril," said Montezuma Daw kins soothingly ; and as she obeyed, he turned to Mr Gambril, and remarked in a severe tone, " This 'ere'a too bad, Gammy right isn't often done in the world ; but if you had your rights, you'd be between the finger and thumb of justice just like a pinch of snuff you'd be took." Montezuma Dawkins prided himself on his legal GAMALIEL GAMBRIL. 189 knowledge, for he had made the fires in a magistrate's office during a whole winter, and consequently was well qualified to lecture his neighbours upon their errors in practice. " Nonsense," replied Gammy " me took when it's Christmas ! well I never ! did any body ever ? I'm be switch'd " " No swearing. This 'ere is a connubibal case con- nubibalities in the street ; and the law is as straight as a loon's leg on that pint. You don't understand the law, I s'pose ? Well, after you're growed up, and your real poppy or your pa, as the people in Chestnut street would call him can't keep you straight, because you can lick him, which is what they mean by being of age, then the law becomes your poppy, because it isn't so easy to lick the law. The law, then, allows you a wife ; but the law allows it in moderation, like any thing else. Walloping her is one of the little fondlings of the con- nubibal state ; but if it isn't done within doors, and with- out a noise, like taking a drop too muAi, why then it ain't moderation, and the law steps in to stop intempe- rate amusements. Why don't you buy a digestion of the laws, so as to know what's right and what's wrong ? It's all sot down." " The law's a fool, and this isn't the first time I've thought so by a long shot. If it wasn't for the law, and for being marrie'd, a man might get along well enough. But now, first your wife aggrawates you, and then the law aggrawates you. I'm in a state of aggra wation." " That all comes from your not knowing law them that don't know it get aggrawated by it, but them that does know it only aggrawates other people. But you ignorant- ramusses are always in trouble, 'specially if you're 190 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. married. What made you get married if you don't like it ?" " Why, I was deluded into it fairly deluded. I had nothing to do of evenings, so I went a courting. Now, courting's fun enough I haven't got a word to say agin courting. It's about as good a way of killing an evening as I know of. Wash your face, put on a clean dicky, and go and talk as sweet as nugey or molasses candy for an hour or two to say nothing of a few kisses be- hind the door, as your sweetheart goes to the step with you. The fact is, I've quite a taste and a genus for court- ing it's all sunshine, and no clouds." " Well, if y\)u like it so, why didn't you stick to it; it's easy enough ; court all the time, like two pretty people in a pickter." " Not so easy as you think for; they won't let a body court all the time that's exactly where the mischief lies. If you say A, they'll make you say B. The young 'uns may stand it because they're bashful sometimes, but the old ladies always interfere, and make you walk right straight up to the chalk, whether or no. Marry or cut stick you mustn't stand in other people's moonshine. That's the way they talked to me, and druv' me right into my own moonshine. They said marrying was fun ! pooty fun to be sure !" " Well, Gammy, I see clea/ enough you're in a scrape ; but it's a scrape accordin' to law, and so you can't help your sad sitivation. You must make the best of it. Better go home and pacify the old lady larrupings don't do any good as I see they're not wholesome food for anybody except hosses and young children" and Montezuma yawned drearily as if anxious to terminate the colloquy. " The fact is, Montey to tell you a secret I've y GAMALIEL GAMBRIL. 191 great mind to walk off. 4 hate domestic uneasiness, and there's more of that at my house than there is of eatables and drinkables by a good deal. I should like to leave it behind me. A man doesn't want much when he gets experience and comes to look at things properly he leains that the vally of wives and other extras is tanta- mount to nothing it's only essentials he cares about. Now I'm as hungry as a poor box, and as thirsty as a cart load of sand not for water, though ; that's said to be good for navigation and internal improvements, but it always hurts my wholesome, and I'm principled against using the raw material it's bad for trade. I can't go home, even if there was any use in it ; and so I believe I'll emigrate I'll be a sort of pinioneer, and fly away." "It can't be allowed, Gammy Gambril. If you try it and don't get off clear, the law will have you as sure as a gun for this 'ere is one of them 'are pints of law what grabs hold of you strait them husbands as cut stick must be made examples on. If they wasn't, all the he- biddies in town would be cutting stick. To allow such cuttings up and such goings on is taking the mortar out of society and letting the bricks tumble down. Indivi- duals must sometimes keep in an uneasy posture, for the good of the rest of the people. The world's like a flock of sheep, and if one runs crooked all the rest will be sure to do the same." Gamaliel elevated his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders in contempt at the application of the abstract principle to his individual case, and then reverted to his original train of thought. After rising to his feet, he turned his eyes upward and struck a classical attitude. "Marrying fun!" ejaculated he "yes, pooty fun! very pooty !" " Keep a goirf ahead," said Montezuma Dawkins. 13 192 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. poking him with a stick, "talk as you go, and let's hear the rights of it." " When I was a single man, the world wagged along well enough. It was jist like an omnibus : I was a passen- ger, paid my levy, and hadn't nothing more to do with it but sit down and not care a button for any thing. S'posing the omnibus got upsot well, I walks off, and leaves the man to pick up the pieces. But then I must take a wife and be hanged to me.- It's all very well for a while ; but afterwards, it's plaguy like owning an upsot omni- bus." " 'Nan?" queried Montezuma " What's all that about omnibusses ?" " What did I get by it ?" continued Gamaliel, regard- less of the interruption. " How much fun ? why a jaw- ing old woman and three squallers. Mighty different from courting that is. What's the fun of buying things to eat and things to wear for them, and wasting good spreeing money on such nonsense for other people ? And then, as for doing what you like, there's no such thing. You can't clear out when people's owing you so much money you can't stay convenient. No the nabbers must have you. You can't go on a spree ; for when you come home, missus kicks up the devil's delight. You can't teach her better manners for constables are as thick as blackberries. In short, you can't do nothing. Instead of * Yes, my duck,' and ' No, my dear, ' As you please, honey,' and ' When you like, lovey,' like it was in court- ing times, it's a riglar row at all hours. Sour looks and cold potatoes ; children and table-cloths bad off for soap always darning and mending, and nothing ever darned and mended. If it wasn't that I'm partickelarly sober, I'd be inclined to drink it's excuse enough. It's heart- breaking, and it's all owing to that I've such a pain in GAMALIEL GAMBRIL. 193 ny gizzard of mornings. I'm so miserable I must stop and sit on the steps." " What's the matter now ?" " I'm getting aggrawated. My wife's a savin' critter a sword of sharpness she cuts the throat of my felicity stabs my happiness, chops up my comforts, and snips up all my Sunday-go-to-meetings to make jackets for the boys she gives all the wittels to the children, to make me spry and jump about like a lamp-lighter I can't stand it my troubles is overpowering when I come to add 'em up." " Oh, nonsense ! behave nice don't make a noise in the street be a man." " How can I be a man, when I belong to somebody else ? My hours ain't my own my money ain't my own I belong to four people besides myself the old woman and them three children. I'm a partnership con- cern, and so many has got their fingers in the till that I must bust up. I'll break, and sign over the stock in trade to you." Montezuma, however, declined being the assignee in the case of the house of Gambril, and finally succeeded in prevailing upon him to abandon, at least for the pre- sent, his design of becoming a " pinioneer," and to return to his home. But before Gambril closed the door, he popped out his head, and cried aloud to his retiring friend, " I say, Montezuma Dawkins ! before you go if you know anybody that wants a family complete to their hands, warranted to scold as loud and as long as any, I'll sell cheap. I won't run away just yet, but 1 want cash, for I'll have another jollification a New Year's Eve, if I had as many families as I've got fingers and toes !" 143 THE CROOKED DISCIPLE OR, THE PRIDE OF MUSCLE. NATURE too frequently forgets to infuse the sympathies into the composition of the human race, and hence the world is afflicted with a flood of evils. Imperfect as mankind may be in a physical point of view, their moral defects are immeasurably greater, and these chiefly flow from the dearth of sympathy. Social offences, as well as crimes, are in 'general born from this cause, and the sins of humanity are to be charged upon selfishness, the weed that chokes all wholesome plants in the garden of the heart, and exhausts the soil. It manifests itself in a variety of ways. In one instance, being combined with other essentials, it makes a mighty conqueror ; in another, a petty larcenist ; one man beats his wife and sots at an alehouse ; another sets the world in a blaze, and dying, becomes the idol of posterity ; all from the same cause a mind concentred on itself. . 9 The forms which govern society were intended to counteract the aforesaid neglect of dame nature, and to keep selfishness in check ; it having, been early dis- covered that if every one put his fingers in the dish at once, a strong chance existed that the contents thereof would be spilt, and all would be compelled to go home hungry. I 1 *vas equally clear that if each individual THE CROOKED DISCIPLE. 195 lucked up his coat tails, and endeavoured to monopolize the fire, the whole company would be likely to catch cold. The canon was therefore issued that " after you" should be " manners ;" and that, however anxious one may be to get the biggest piece, he should not obey the promptings of nature by making a direct grab ; but rather effect his object by indirect management such as placing the desired morsel nearest himself, and then handing the plate a species of hocus pocus, which puts the rest of the company in the vocative, and enables the skill of civilization quietly to effect that which in earlier times could only be accomplished by superior force, and at the hazard of upsetting the table. If sympathy were the growth of every mind, politeness and deference would be spontaneous ; but as it is not, a substitute a sort of wooden leg for the natural one was invented, and hence " dancing and manners" are a part of refined education. Wine glasses are placed near the decanter, and tumblers near the pitcher, that inclination may receive a broad hint, and that the natural man may not rob the rest of the company of their share of comfort, by catching up and draining the vessels at a draught. Chairs stand near the dinner table to intimate that, however hungry one may be, it is not the thing to jump upon the board, and, clutching the whole pig, to gnaw it as a school-boy does an apple ; while plates, with their attendant knives and forks, show that each one must be content with a portion, and use his pickers and stealers as little as possible. To get along smoothly, it was also ordained that we must smile when it would be more natural to tumble the intruder out of the window ; and that no matter how tired we may be, we must not, when another is about taking our seat, pull it from under him, and allow him to bump on the floor. 196 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. Although education has done much to supply deficiei. cies, and to make mock sympathy out of calves' heads when the real article is not to be found, yet education, potent as it is, cannot do all things. " Crooked disciples" will exist from time to time, and to prove it, let the story be told of JACOB GRIGSBY. Of crooked disciples, Jacob Grigsby is the crookedest. His disposition is twisted like a ram's horn, and none can tell in what direction will be the next turn. He is an independent abstraction one of that class, who df not seem aware that any feelings are to be consulted but their own, and who take the last bit, as if unconscious that it is consecrated to that useful divinity " manners ;" lads, who always run in first when the bell rings, and cannot get their boots off when any body tumbles over- board; who, when compelled to share their bed with another, lie in that engrossing posture called " catty- cornered," and when obliged to rise early, whistle, sing and dance, that none may enjoy the slumbers denied to them ; in short, he strongly resembles that engaging species of the human kind, who think it creditable to talk loud at theatres and concerts, and to encore songs and concertos which nobody else wants to hear. Grigs- by was born with the idea that the rest of the world, animate or inanimate, was constructed simply for his special amusement, and that if it did not answer the pur- pose, it was his indefeasible right to declare war against the offender. When a boy, he was known as a " real limb" of what tree it is unnecessary to specify. He was an adept in placing musk melon rinds on the pave- ment for the accommodation of those elderly gentlemen whose skating days were over, and many a staid matron received her most impressive lessons in ground and loft) THE CROOKED DISCIPLE. 197 tumbling, by the aid of cords which he had stretched across the way. Every child in the neighbourhood learnt to " see London" through his telescope, and he was famous for teaching youngsters to write hog Latin by jerking pens full of ink through their lips. At school he was remarkable for his science in crooking pins, and placing them on the seats of the unsuspicious, and ever since he has continued to be a thorn in the side of those who are unlucky enough to come in contact with him. Grigsby has now grown to man's estate a small pro- perty in most instances, and in his it must be simply the interest of his whiskers, which extend some inches be- yond his nose and chin he having nothing else clear of embarrassment. He is said to be more of a limb than ever, his unaccommodating spirit having increased with his trunk. The good qualities which were to appear in him are yet in the soil, no sprouts having manifested themselves. He is savagely jocular in general, and jo- cosely quarrelsome in his cups in particular. He stands like a bramble in life's highway, and scratches the cuticle from all that passes. This amiable individual is particularly fond of culti- vating his physical energies, and one of his chief delights is in the display of his well practised powers. He some- times awakens a friend from a day dream, by a slap on the shoulder which might be taken for the blow of a can- non ball. His salutation is accompanied by a grasp of your hand, so vigorously given that you are painfully reminded of his affectionate disposition and the strength of his friendship for a week afterwards ; and he smiles to see his victims writhe under a clutch which bears no little resemblance in its pressure to the tender embrace of a smith's vice. To this Herculean quality Grigsby always recurs with satisfaction, and indeed it must be 198 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. confessed that superiority, either real or imagined, is a great source of pleasure in this mundane sphere. There are few who do not derive satisfaction from believing that, in some respect, they are more worthy than their neighbours and self-love, if the truth were known, per- forms many curious operations to enable its possessor to enjoy the delight of thinking that there are points in which he is unsurpassed. Should his countenance be of the most unprepossessing cast, he gazes in the mirror until convinced that whatever is lost in beauty, is gained in expression. Should he have a temper as rash and un- reasonable as the whirlwind, it is to him but a proof of superior susceptibility and of an energetic will ; if thin, he is satisfied that he possesses a free unencumbered spirit; and if nature has provided him with a super abundance of flesh, he comforts himself with the idea of an imposing aspect, and of being able, physically at least, to make a figure in the world. The melancholy man, instead of charging his nervous system with treachery, or his stomach with disaffection, finds a stream of sun- shine in his gloom, from the impression that it is left to him alone to see reality divested of its deceptive hues and smiles sourly on the merry soul who bears it as if existence were a perpetual feast, and as if he were a but- terfly upon an ever-blooming prairie. The pride of art likewise comes in as a branch of this scheme of universal comfort. The soldier and the poli- tician rejoice in their superior skill in tactics and strate- gic and even if foiled, charge the result upon circum- stances beyond their control ; while even the scavenger plumes himself upon the superior skill and accuracy with which he can execute the fancy work of sweeping round a post : but none feel the pride of which we speak more strongly than those who are addicted to the practice of THE CROOKED DISCIPLE. 199 gymnastics. They have it in every muscle of their frames ; their very coats are buttoned tight across the breast to express it ; and it is exhibited on every possible occasion. In their dwellings, wo upon the tables and chairs and they cannot see a pair of parallels or cross bars without experimenting upon them. At a period when Grigsby was in the full flush of his gymnastic powers, he returned from a supper late at night, with several companions. After Grigsby had created much polite amusement by torturing several dogs and sundry pigs, they attempted a serenade, but they were not in voice ; and after trying a cotillion and a ga- lopade in front of the State House, which were not quite so well executed as might have been desired, they sepa- rated, each to his home if he could get there. Grigsby strolled along humming a tune, until his eye happen- ed to be greeted by the welcome sight of an awning-post. He stopped, and regarded it for a long time with critical gravity. ' This will answer famously," said he. " Tom brags that he can beat me with his arms ; but I don't believe it. Any how, his legs are no great shakes. There's no more muscle in them than there is in an unstarched shirt collar ; and I don't believe, if he was to practise for ten years, he could hang by his toes, swing up and catch hold. No, that he couldn't ; I'm the boy, and I'll exer- cise at it." It is however much easier to resolve than to execute. Mr. Grigsby found it impossible to place himself in the requisite antipodean posture. " Why, what the dense is the matter ? All the supper must have settled down in my toes, for my boots feel heavier than fifty-sixes. My feet are completely obfus- cated, \>hile my head is as clear as a bell. But ' never 200 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. despair' is the motto here's at it once more," continued he, making another desperate but ineffectual effort. An individual with a white hat and with his hands deeply immersed in the pockets of his shooting jacket, now advanced from the tree against which he had been leaning, while chuckling at the doings of Mr. Grigsby. " Hay, whiskers, what's the fun in doing that, parti- cularly when you can't do it ?" said he. " Can you hang by your toes, stranger ? Because if you can, you'll beat Tom, in spite of his bragging." " I don't believe I can. The fact is, I always try to keep this side up with care. I never could see the use of shaking a man up like a bottle of physic. I can mix my- self to my own taste without that." " You've no taste for the fine arts, whatever you may have for yourself. Gymnastics stir up the sugar of a man's constitution, and neutralize the acids. Without 'em, he's no better than a bottle of pepper vinegar nothing but sour punch." " Very likely, but I'll have neither hand nor foot in hanging to an awning-post. If it was like the brewer's horse in Old Grimes, and you could drink up all the beer by turning your head where your feet should be, perhaps I might talk to you about it." Grigsby, however, by dint of expatiating on the bene- ficial tendency of gymnastics, at last prevailed upon the stranger to make the attempt. " Now," said he, "let me bowse you up, and if you 3an hang by your toes, I'll treat handsome." " Well, I don't care if I do," replied the stranger with a grin, as he grasped the cross-bar " hoist my hee.s and look sharp." Jacob chuckled as he took the stranger by the boots intending to give him a fall if possible, and to thrash him THE CROOKED DISCIPLE. 201 if he grumbled ; but the victim's hold was insecure, and he tumbled heavily upon his assistant, both rolling on the bricks together. " Fire and tow !" ejaculated Grigsby. " Now we're mixed nicely," grunted the stranger, as he scrambled about. " If any man gets more legs and arms than belong to him, they're mine. Hand over the odd ones, and let's have a complete set." ' This will never do," said Grigsby, after they had regained their feet, and still intent on his design. "It will never do in the world you're so confoundedly awkward. Come, have at it again ; once more and the last." " Young people," interposed a passing official, " if you keep a cutting didoes, I must talk to you both like a Dutch uncle. Each of you must disperse ; I can't allow no insurrection about the premises. If you ain't got no dead-latch key, and the nigger won't set up, why I'll take you to the corporation free-and-easy, and lock you up till daylight, and we'll fetch a walk after breakfast to converse with his honour on matters and things in general." . " Very well," answered Grigsby "but now you've made your speech, do you think you could hang by your toes to that post?" " Pooh ! pooh ! don't be redikalis. When matters is solemn, treat 'em solemn." " Why, I ain't redikalis we're at work on science. I'm pretty well scienced myself, and I want to get more so." " Instead of talking, you'd better paddle up street like a white-head. Go home to sleep like your crony see how he shins it." " I will," said Grigsby, who likes a joke occasionally, 202 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. and is very good humoured when it is not safe to be otherwise " I will, if you'll tell me what's the use. In the first place, home's a fool to this and as for sleeping, it's neither useful nor ornamental." " Do go, that's a good boy I don't want to chaw you right up, but I must if you stay." " I snore when I'm asleep and when I do, Tom puts his foot out of bed till it's cold, and then claps it to my back. He calls it firing me off on the cold pressure principle." " What a cruel Tom ! But why don't you keep your mouth shut ? You should never wear it open when you're " If I did, my dreams would get smothered. Besides, I like to look down my throat, to see what I'm thinking about." " Don't quiz me, young man. Some things is easy to put up with, and some things isn't easy to put up with ; and quizzing a dignittery is one of the last. If there is any thing I stands upon, it's dignitty." " Dignitty made of pipe-stems, isn't it ?" " My legs is pretty legs. They ain't so expressive as some what's made coarser and cheaper ; but they're slim and genteel. But legs are neither here nor there. You must go home, sonny, or go with me." " Well, as I'm rather select in my associations, and never did admire sleeping thicker than six in a bed at the outside, I'll go home, put a woollen stocking on Tom's foot, and take a pint of sleep : I never try more, for my constitution won't stand it. But to-morrow I'll swing by uiy toes, I promise you." " Go, then. Less palaver and more tortle." " Tortelons nous good night ; I'm off to my lit. 11 The censor morum wrapping himself in his const;- THE CROOKED DISCIPLE. 203 quence, paused, looked grave until Grigsby turned the corner, and then, relaxing his dignitfy, laughed creak- ingly, like a rusty door. " Hee ! hee ! hee ! that's a real fine feller. He's too good for his own good makes something of a fuss every night always funny or fighting, and never pays his debts. Hee! hee! hee! a real gentleman gives me half a dol- lar a New Year's a real past two o'clock and a cloudy morning ! sort of a gentleman, and encourages our busi- ness like an emperor, only I haven't got the heart to take advantage of it." * # * * * Jacob Grigsby moved homeward, his temper souring as he proceeded and as the pleasant excitement of the even- ing began to wear off. Some people, by the way, are always good humoured abroad, and reserve their savage traits for home consumption. Of this class is Grigsby. Where he boards, the rule is to stow thick three in a bed when the weather is warm, and, in the colder season, by way of saving blankets, four in a bed is the rule Now, even three in a bed is by no means a pleasant arrangement at the best, when the parties are docile in their slumbers, and lie " spoon fashion," all facing the same way, and it is terrible if one of the triad be of an uneasy disposition. Grigsby's " pardeners," however, are quiet lads, and there is an understanding among the three that turn about shall be the law in regard to the middle place, which therefore falls to his share every third week one week in, and two weeks out the soft never to be monopolized by any one individual, and nobody to turn round more than once in the course of the night. Grigsby is borne down by the majority ; but when it is his week in, he is worse than the armed rhinoceros or the Hyrcan tiger, so ferocious are his ebullitions of wrath. 204 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. It happened to be his week " in," the thought whereof moved his ire, and he ascended the stairs with the energetic tread of an ox, set fire to the cat's tail with the candle, and poked a long nine down Carlo's throat. " Ha !" said Jacob, as he kicked open the door, sur- veyed his sleeping bedfellows, and flashed the light in their eyes " mighty comfortable that, anyhow ; but I'll soon spoil it, or I'm not a true Grigsby." He put out the light, and in full dress boots, hat. great coat, body coat, and pantaloons muddy as he was, scrambled over the bed two or three times, until he es- tablished himself in the central station between his co mates. He rolled and he tossed, he kicked and he groaned, until the whole concern were as wide awake as himself. " Why, Jacob, you've got your boots on," said they. " The fact is, fellows, the cold in my head is getting worse, and sleeping in boots draws down the inflamma- tion. It's a certain cure." " But you don't intend sleeping with your hat on your head, do you ?" " Didn't I tell you I've got holes in my stockings ? If I don't keep my hat on, I'll be sure to have the rheuma tism in my big toe." " Well, we won't stand it, no how it can be fixed." " Just as you like go somewhere else I've no ob jection. I'm amazing comfortable." " Why, thunder and fury !" said one, jerking up his leg, "your boots are covered with mud." " That are a fact you've no idea how muddy the streets are I'm all over mud I wish you'd blow up the corporation. But hang it, give us a fip's worth of sheet and a 'levy s worth of blanket. That's the way I like 'em mixed some lean and a good deal of fat." So saying, Jacob wound himself up in the bed-clothes THE CROOKED DISCIPLE. 205 with a prodigious flounder, denuding his companions 'entirely. Grigsby's co-mates however, knowing that " who would be free, themselves must strike the blow," declared war against the manifold outrages of their oppressor, and, notwithstanding his gymnastic powers, succeeded in obtaining the mastery. Much enraged, they resolved upon carrying him down stairs and placing him under the hydrant as a punishment for his violations of the social compact, and were proceeding to put their de- termination in force, when Bobolink and the rest of the boarders, alarmed at the noise, popped out of their cham- bers. "What's the fraction vulgar or decimal ?" said Bobo- link. "Vengeance!" panted Grigsby "revenge! I'm in- sulted let me go !" The cause of quarrel was explained all cried shame upon Mr. Jacob Grigsby, and Mr. Bobolink constituted nimself judge on the occasion. " They kicked me !" roared the prisoner. " Yes," replied Bobolink, " but as they hadn't their boots on, it wasn't downright Mayor's court assault and battery only an insult with intent to hurt assault and battery in the second degree a species of accidental homicide. Perhaps you were going down stairs, and tney walked too quick after you toeing it swift, and 'most walked into you. What was it for ?" " Look ye," said Grigsby " it's very late yes, it's nearly morning, and I didn't take time to fix myself for a regular sleep, so I turned in like a trooper's horse, and that's the whole matter." " Like a trooper's horse how's that?" " I'll explain," said one of the spectators " to turn 206 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. in like a troopers horse is to go to bed all standing, ready for a sudden call parade order winter uniform- full dress a very good fashion when you've been out to supper convenient in case of fire, and saves a deal of trouble in the morning when you're late for breakfast." " Well, I never heard tell of the likes on the part of a white man. They served you right, and my judgment is, as you won't be quiet, that you be shut in the back-cellar till breakfast time. I'm not going to have any more row. If you don't like it, you can appeal afterwards." " Never heerd the likes !" said Jacob contemptu ously ; " ain't abed a bed ain't my share of it, my share of it ? and where's the law that lays down what sort of clothes a man must sleep in ? I'll wear a porcupine jacket, and sleep in it too, if I like yes, spurs, and a trumpet, and a spanner." " Put him in the cellar," was the reply, and in spite of his struggles the sentence was laughingly enforced. " Bobolink, let's out, or I'll burst the door let's out I want vengeance !" " Keep yourself easy you can't have any vengeance till morning. Perhaps they'll wrap some in a bit of paper, and keep it for you." But in the morning Grigsby disappeared, and returned (207 ) FYDGET FYXINGTON. THE illustrious Pangloss, who taught the metapby- sico-theologo-cosmolo-nigology at the Westphalian cha- teau of the puissant Baron Thundertentronckh, held it as a cardinal maxim of his philosophy, que tout est au mieux ; that "it's all for the best." Pfngloss was therefore what is called an optimist, and discontent to use the favourite word of the slang-whangers was repudiated by him and his followers. This doctrine, however, though cherished in the abstract, is but little practised out of the domain of Thundertentronckh. The world is much more addicted to its opposite. " All's for the worst" is a very common motto, and under its influ- ence there are thousands who growl when they go to bed, and growl still louder when they get up ; they growl at their breakfast, they growl at their dinner, they growl at their supper, and they growl between meals. Discontent is written in every feature of their visage ; and they go on from the beginning of life until its close, always growl- ing, in the hope of making things better by scaring them into it with ugly noises. These be your passive grum- bletonians. When the castle was on fire, Sir Abel Handy stood wringing his hands, in expectation that the fire would be civil enough to go out of itself. So is it with the passive. He would utter divers maledictions upon the heat, but would sit still to see if the flarne could nol be scolded into going out of itself. 14 208 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. The active grumbletonians, however, though equally opposed in practice to the metaphysico-theologo-cos- molo-nigology, are a very different race of mortals from the passives. The world is largely indebted to them for every comfort and convenience with which it abounds ; and they laugh at the inquiry whether their exertions have conduced to the general happiness, holding it tha* happiness consists chiefly in exertion to which the pas- sives demur, as they look back with no little regret to the lazy days of pastoral life, when Chaldean shepherds lounged upon the grass. The actives are very much inclined to believe that whatever is, is wrong ; bu1 then they have as an offset, the comfortable conviction that they are able to set it right an opinion which fire cannot melt out of them. These restless fellows are in a vast majority ; and hence it is that the surface of this earthly sphere is such a scene of activity ; hence it is that for so many thousand years, the greater part of each generation has been unceasingly employed in labour and bustle ; rushing from place to place ; hammering, sawing, and driving ; hewing down and piling up mountains ; and unappalled, meeting disease and death, both by sea and land. To expedite the process of putting things to rights, likewise, hence it is that whole hecatombs of men have been slaughtered on the embattled field, and that the cord, the fagot, and the steel have been in such frequent de mand. Sections of the active grumble ton ians sometimes differ about the means of making the world a more com- fortable place, and time being short, the labour-saving process is adopted. The weaker party is knocked on the head. It saves an incalculable deal of argument, and answers pretty nearly the same end_ But yet, though the world is many years old, and the " fixing process" has been going on ever sincf, it FTDGET FYXINGTON. 209 emerged from chaos, it seems that much remains undone, with less time to do it in. The actives consequently redouble their activity. They have called in the aid of gunpowder and steam, and in this goodly nineteenth cen- tury are kicking up such a terrible dust, and are setting things to rights at such a rate, that the passives have no comfort of their lives. Where they herd in nations, as in Mexico, the actives cluster on their borders and set things to rights with the rifle ; and when they are solitary amid the crowd, as among us, they are fretted to fiddlestrings, like plodding shaft horses with unruly leaders. They are environed with perils. In one quarter, hundreds of stately mansions are brought thundering to the ground, because the last generation put things to rights in the wrong way, and in another quarter, thousands are going up on the true principle. Between them both, the pas- sive is kept in a constant state of solicitude, and threads his way through piles of rubbish, wearing his head askew like a listening chicken, looking above with one eye, to watch what may fall on him, and looking below with the other, to see what he may fall upon. Should he travel, he is placed in a patent exploding steamboat, warranted to boil a gentleman cold in less than no time ; or he is tied to the tail of a big steam kettle, termed a locomotive, which goes sixty miles an hour horizontally, or if it should meet impediment, a mile in half a second perpendicularly. Should he die, as many do, of fixo-phobia, and seek peexe under the sod, the spirit of the age soon grasps the spade and has him out to make way for improvement. The passive grumbletonian is useless to himself and to others : the active grumbletonian is just the reverse. In general, he combines individual advancement with public prosperity ; but there are exceptions even in that class men, who try to take so much care of the world 144 210 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. that they lorget themselves, and, of course, fail in their intent. Such a man is Fydget Fyxington, an amelioration- of- the - human- race-by-starting-f rom-first-principles-philo- sopher. Fydget's abstract principle, particularly in matters of government and of morals, is doubtless a sound rule ; but he looks so much at the beginning that he rarely arrives at the end, and when he advances at all, he marches backward, his face being directed to- ward the starting place instead of the goal. By this means he may perhaps plough a straight furrow, but in- stead of curving round obstructions, he is very apt to be thrown down by them. Like most philosophers who entertain a creed opposed to that of the illustrious Pangloss, Fydget may be fitly designated as the fleshless one. He never knew the joy of being fat, and is one of those who may console them- selves with the belief that the physical sharpness which renders them a walking chevaux de frise, and as danger- ous to embrace as a porcupine, is but an outward emblem of the acuteness of the mind. Should he be thrust in a crowd against a sulky fellow better in flesh than himself, who complains of the pointedness of his attentions, Fyd- get may reflect that even so do his reasoning faculties bore into a subject. When gazing in a mirror, should his eye be offended by the view of lantern jaws, and channelled cheeks, and bones prematurely labouring to escape from their cuticular tabernacle, he may easily figure to himself the restless energy of his spirit, which like a keen blade, weareth away the scabbard he may look upon himself as an intellectual " cut and thrust" a thinking chopper and slabber. But it may be doubted whether Fydget ever reverts to considerations so purely selfish, except when he finds that the "fine points" of FYDGET FYXINGTON. 211 his figure are decidedly injurious to wearing apparel and tear his clothes. * * * * # * Winter ruled the hour when Fydget Fyxington was last observed to be in circulation winter, when men wear their hands in their pockets and seldom straighten their backs a season however, which, though sharp and biting in its temper, has redeeming traits. There is some- thing peculiarly exhilarating in the sight of new-fallen snow. The storm which brings it is not without a charm. The graceful eddying of the drifts sported with by the wind, and the silent gliding of the feathery flakes, as one by one they settle upon the earth like fairy creatures dropping to repose, have a soothing influence not easily described, though doubtless felt by all. But when the clouds, having performed their office, roll away, and the brightness of the morning sun beams upon an expanse of sparkling, unsullied whiteness ; when all that is com- mon-place, coarse, and unpleasant in aspect, is veiled for the time, and made to wear a fresh and dazzling garb, new animation is felt by the spirit. The young grow riotous with joy, and their merry voices ring like bells through the clear and bracing air ; while the remem- brance of earlier days gives a youthful impulse to the aged heart. But to all this there is a sad reverse. The resolution of these enchantments into their original elements by means of a thaw, is a necessaryTbut, it must be confessed, a very doleful process, fruitful in gloom, rheum, inflam- mations, and fevers a process which gives additional pangs to the melancholic, and causes valour's self to droop like unstarched muslin. The voices of the boys are hushed ; the wluzzing snow-ball astonishes the un- suspicious wayfarer no more ; the window glass is pet 212 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. mitted to live its brief day, safe from an untimely frac- ture, and the dejected urchin sneaks moodily from school. So changed is his nature, that he scarcely bestows a de- risive grin upon the forlorn sleigh, which ploughs its course through mud and water, although its driver and his passengers invite the jeer by making themselves small to avoid it, and tempt a joke by oblique glances to see whether it is coming. Such a time was it when Fydget was extant a sloppy time in January. The city, it is true, was clothed in snow ; but it was melancholy snow, rusty and forlorn in aspect, and weeping, as if in sorrow that its original purity had become soiled, stained, and spotted by contact with the world. Its whiteness had in a measure disap peared, by the pressure of human footsteps ; wheels and runners had almost incorporated it with the common earth ; and, where these had failed in effectually doing the work, remorseless distributers of ashes, coal dust, and potato peelings, had lent their aid to give uniformity to the dingy hue. But the snow, " weeping its spirit from its eyes," and its body too, was fast escaping from these multiplied oppressions and contumelies. Large and heavy drops splashed from the eaves ; sluggish streams rolled lazily from the alleys, and the gutters and cross- ings formed vast shallow lakes, variegated by glaciers and ice islands. They who roamed abroad at this un- propitious time, could be heard approaching by the damp sucking sound which enflnated from their boots, as they alternately pumped in and pumped out the water in their progress, and it was thus that our hero travelled, having no caoutchouc health-preservers to shield his pedals from unwholesome contact. The shades of evening were beginning to thicken, when Fydget stopped shiveringly and looked through the glass FYDGET FYXINGTON. 213 door of a fashionable hotel the blazing fire and the numerous lights, by the force of contrast, made an out- side seat still more uncomfortable. The gong pealed out that tea was ready, and the lodgers rushed from the stoves to comfort themselves with that exhilarating fluid. -^ " " There they go on first principles," said Fydget Fyx- ington with a sigh. " Cla' de kitchen da'," said one of those ultra-aristo- cratic members of society, a negro waiter, as he bustled past the contemplative philosopher and entered the hotel " you ought to be gwang home to suppa', ole soul, if you got some yaugh waugh !" " Suppa', you nigga' !" contemptuously responded Fydget, as the door closed " I wish I was gwang home to suppa', but suppers are a sort of thing I remember a. good deal oftener than I see. Every thing is wrong such a wandering from first principles ! there must be enough in this world for us all, or we wouldn't be here ; but things is fixed so badly that I s'pose some greedy rascal gets my share of suppa' and other such elegant luxuries. It's just the way of the world ; there's plenty of shares of every thing, but somehow or other there are folks that lay their fingers on two or three shares, and sometimes more, according as they get a chance, and the real owners, like me, may go whistle. They've fixed it so that if you go back to first principles and try to bone what belongs to you, they pack you right off to jail, 'cause you can't prove property. Empty stummicks and old clothes ain't good evidence in court. " What the deuse is to become of me ! Something must and I wish it would be quick and hurra about it. My clothes are getting to be too much of the summer- house order for the winter fashions. People will soon 214 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. see too much of me not that I care much about looks myself, but boys is boys, and all boys is sassy. Since the weather's been chilly, when I turn the corner to go up town, I feel as if the house had too many windows and doors, and I'm almost blow'd out of my coat and pants. The fact is, I don't get enough to eat to serve for ballast." After a melancholy pause, Fydget, seeing the coast tolerably clear, walked in to warm himself at the fire in the bar-room, near which he stood with great com- posure, at the same time emptying several glasses of comfortable compounds which had been left partly filled by the lodgers when they hurried to their tea. Lighting a cigar which he found half smoked upon the ledge of the stove, he seated himself and puffed away much at his ease. The inmates of the hotel began to return to the room, glancing suspiciously at Fydget's tattered integuments, and drawing their chairs away from him as they sat down near the stove. Fydget looked unconscious, emit- ting volumes of smoke, and knocking off the ashes with a nonchalant and scientific air. " Bad weather," said Brown " I've noticed that the weather is frequently bad in winter, especially about the middle of it, and at both ends," added Green. " I keep a memorandum book on the subject, and can't be mistaken." " It's raining now," said GriffinhofF " what's the use of that when it's so wet under foot already ?" "It very frequently rains at the close of a thaw, and it's beneficial to the umbrella makers." responded Green. " Nothin's fixed no how," said Fydget with great energy, for he was tired of listening. FYDGET FYXINOTON. .15 Hrown, Green, Griffinhoff, and the rest started and stared. " Nothin's fixed no how," continued Fydget rejoicing in the fact of having hearers " our grand-dads must a been lazy rascals. Why didn't they roof over the side walks, and not leave every thing for us to do? I ain't got no numbrell, and besides that, when it comes down as if raining was no name for it, as it always does when I'm cotch'd out, numbrells is no great shakes if you've got one with you, and no shakes at all if it's at home." " Who's the indevidjual ?" inquired Cameo Calliper, Esq., looking at Fydget through a pair of lorgnettes. Fydget returned the glance by making an opera glass with each fist, and then continued his remarks : " It's a pity we ain't got feathers, so's to grow our own jacket and trousers, and do up the tailorin' business, and make our own feather beds. It would be a great savin' every man his own clothes, and every man his own featherbed. Now I've got a suggestion about that first principles bring us to the skin fortify that, and the matter's done. How would it do to bile a big kittle full of tar, tallow, beeswax and injen rubber, with considerable wool, and dab the whole family once a week ? The young 'uns might be soused in it every Saturday night, and the nig- ger might fix the elderly folks with a whitewash brush. Then there wouldn't be no bother a washing your clothes or yourself, which last is an invention of the doctor to make people sick, because it lets in the cold in winter and the heat in summer, when natur' says shut up the po- rouses and keep 'em out. Besides, when the new inven- tion was tore at the knees or wore at the elbows, just tell the nigger to put on the kittle and give you a dab, and you re patched slick and so that whole mobs of people mightn't stick together like figs, a little sperrits of turpen- 216 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. tine or litharage might be added to make 'em dry like a house-a-fire." " If that fellow don't go away, I'll hurt him," said Griffinhoff sotto voce. " Where's a waiter ?" inquired Cameo Calliper edging off in alarm. " He's crazy," said Green " I was at the hospital once, and there was a man in the place who " " 'Twould be nice for sojers," added Fyxington, as he threw away his stump, and very deliberately reached over and helped himself to a fresh cigar, from a number which Mr. Green had just brought from the bar and held in his hand " I'll trouble you for a little of your fire,'' continued he, taking the cigar from the mouth of Mr. Green, and after obtaining a light, again placing the borrowed Habana within the lips of that worthy indivi- dual, who sat stupified at the audacity of the supposed maniac. Fydget gave the conventional grin of thanks peculiar to such occasions, and with a graceful wave of his hand, resumed the thread of his lecture, " 'Twould be nice for sojers. Stand 'em all of a row, and whitewash 'em blue or red, according to pattern, as if they were a fence. The gin'rals might look on to see if it was done according to Gunter ; the cap'ins might flourish the brush, and the corpulars carry the bucket. Dandies could fix themselves all sorts of streaked and all sorts of colours. When the parterials is cheap and the making don't cost nothing, that's what I call economy, and coming as near as possible to first principles. It's a better way, too, of keeping out the rain, than my t'other plan of flogging people when they're young, to make their hides hard and waterproof. A good licking is a sound first principle for juveniles, but they've got a prejudice agin it." FYDGET FYXINOTON. 217 Waiter !" cried Cameo Calliper. " Sa !" " Remove the incumbent expose him to the atmo- sphere !" " If you hadn't said that, I'd wopped him," observed Griffinhoff. " Accordin' to first principles, I've as good a right to be here as any body," remarked Fydget indignantly. " Cut you' stick, 'cumbent take you'sef off, trash !" said the waiter, keeping at a respectful distance. " Don't come near me, Sip," growled Fydget, dou bling his fist " don't come near me, or I'll develope a first principle and 'lucidate a simple idea for you I'll give you a touch of natur' without no gloves on but I'll not stay, though I've a clear right to do it, unless you are able yes, sassy able ! to put me out. If there is any thing I scorns it's prejudice, and this room's so full of it and smoke together that I won't stay. Your cigar, sir," added Fydget, tossing the stump to Mr. Green and retiring slowly. " That fellow's brazen enough to collect militia fines," said Brown, " and so thin and bony, that if pasted over with white paper and rigged athwart ships, he'd make a pretty good sign for an oyster cellar." The rest of the company laughed nervously, as if not perfectly sure that Fydget was out of hearing. ****** " The world's full of it >nothin' but prejudice. I'm always served the same way, and though I've so much to do planning the world's good, I can't attend to my own business, it not only won't support me, but it treats me with despise and unbecoming freedery. Now, I was used sinful about my universal language, which every oody can understand, which makes no noise, and which cum t I8 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. convolve no wear and tear of the tongue. It's the patent anti-fatigue-anti-consumption omnibus linguister, to be done by winking and blinking, and cocking your eye, the way the cat-fishes make Fourth of July orations. I was going to have it introduced in Congress, to save the ex- pense of anchovies and more porter ; but t'other day I tried it on a feller in the street ; I danced right up to him, and began canoeuvering my daylights to ask him what o'clock it was, and I'm blow'd if he didn't swear I was crazy, up fist and stop debate, by putting it to me right atween the eyes, so that I've been pretty well bung'd up about the peepers ever since, by a feller too who couldn't understand a simple idea. That was worse than the kick a feller gave me in market, because 'cording to first princi- ples I put a bullowney sassinger into my pocket, and didn't pay for it. The 'riginal law, which you may see in children, says when you ain't got no money, the next best thing is to grab and run. I did grab and run, but he grabb'd me, and I had to trot back agin, which always hurts my feelin's and stops the march of mind. He wouldn't hear me 'lucidate the simple idea, and the way he hauled out the sassinger, and lent me the loan of his foot, was werry sewere. It was unsatisfactory and discombobberative, and made me wish I could find out the hurtin' principle and have it 'radicated." Carriages were driving up to the door of a house bril liantly illuminated, in one of the fashionable streets, and the music which pealed from within intimated that the merry dance was on foot. " I'm goin' in," said Fydget " I'm not afeard if we go on first principles we ain't afeard of nothin', and since they've monopolized my sheer of fun, they can't do less than give me a shinplaster to go away. My jacket's so wet with the rain, if I don't get dry I'll be sewed up ana FYDGET FYXINGTON 219 have hie jacket wrote atop of me, which means defuncted of toggery not imprevious to water. In I go.' In accordance with this design, he watched his oppor- tunity and slipped quietly into the gay mansion. Helping himself liberally to refreshments left in the hall, he looked in upon the dancers. " Who-o-ip !" shouted Fydget Fyxington, forgetting himself in the excitement of the scene " Who-o-ip !" added he, as he danced forward with prodigious vigour and activity, flourishing the eatables with which his hands were crammed, as if they were a pair of cymbals " Whurro-o-o ! plank it down that's your sort ! make yourselves merry, gals and boys it's all accordin' to first principles whoo-o-o-ya whoop ! it takes us !" Direful was the screaming at this formidable apparition the fiddles ceased the waltzers dropped their panting burdens, and the black band looked pale and aghast. " Who-o-o-p ! go ahead ! come it strong !" continued Fydget. But he was again doomed to suffer an ejectment. "Hustle him out I" " Give us a ' shinplaster' then them's my terms." It would not do he was compelled to retire shinplas- terless ; but it rained so heavily that, nothing daunted, he marched up the alley-way, re-entered the house through the garden, and gliding noiselessly into the cellar, turned a large barrel over which he found there, and getting into it, went fast asleep " on first principles." The company had departed the servants were as sembled in the kitchen preparatory to retiring for the night, when an unearthly noise proceeding from the bar- rel aforesaid struck upon their astonished ears. It was Fydget snoring, and his hearers, screaming, fled. Rallying, however, at the top of the stairs, they pro- 220 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. cured the aid of Mr. Lynx, who watched over the noc lurnal destinies of an unfinished building in the vicinity, and who, having frequently boasted of his valour, felt it to be a point of honour to act bravely on this occasion. The sounds continued, and the " investigating commit- tee," with Mr. Lynx as chairman, advanced slowly and with many pauses. Lynx at last hurriedly thrust his club into the barrel, and started back to wait the result of the experiment. " Ouch !" ejaculated a voice from the interior, the word being one not to be found in the dictionaries, but which, in common parlance, means that a sensation too acute to be agreeable has been excited. " Hey ! hello ! come out of that," said Lynx, as soon as his nerves had recovered tranquillity. " You are in a bad box whoever you are." " Augh 1" was the response, " no, I ain't I'm in it .barrel." " No matter," added Lynx authoritatively; "getting into another man's barrel unbeknownst to him in the night-time, is burglary." " That," said Fydget, putting out his head like a ter- rapin, at which the women shrieked and retreated, and Lynx made a demonstration with his club" that's because you ain't up to first principles keep your stick out of my ribs I've a plan so there won't be no bur- glary, which is this no man have no more than he can use, and all other men mind their own business. Then, this 'ere barrel would be mine while I'm in it, and you'd be asleep that's the idea." " It's a logo-fogie !" exclaimed Lynx with horror " a right down logo-fogie !" " Ah !" screamed the servants " a logo-fogie ! how lid it get out ? will it bite ? can't you get a gun ?" FYDGET FYXINGTON. 221 * Don't be fools a logo-fogie is a sort of a man that don't think as I do wicked critters all such sort of peo- ple are," said -Lynx. " My lad, I'm pretty clear you're a logo-fogie you talk as if your respect for me and other venerable institutions was tantamount to very little. You're a leveller I see, and wouldn't mind knocking me down flat as a pancake, if so be you could run away and get out of this scrape you're a 'grarium, and would cut across the lot like a streak of lightning if you had a chance." " Mr. Lynx," said the lady of the house from the head of the stairs, she had heard from one of the affrighted maids that a " logo-fogie" had been " captivated," and that it could talk "just like a human" "Mr. Lynx, don't have any thing to say to him. Take him out, and hand him over to the police. I'll see that you are recom- pensed for your trouble." " Come out, then you're a bad chap you wouldn't mind voting against our side at the next election." " We don't want elections, I tell you," said Fydgel coolly, as he walked up stairs " I've a plan for doing without elections, and police-officers, and laws every man mind his own business, and support me while I over- see him. I can fix it." Having now arrived at the street, Mr. Lynx held him by the collar, and looked about for a representative of jus- tice to relieve him of his prize. " Though I feel as if I was your pa, yet you must be tried for snoozling in a barrel. Besides, you've no respect for functionaries, and you sort of want to cut a piece out of the common veal by your logo-fogieism in wishing to 'bolish laws, and policers, and watchmen, when my brother's one, and helps to govern the nation when the 222 CHARCOAL SKETCHES. President, the Mayor, and the rest of the day-watch has turned in, or are at a tea-party. You'll get into prison." " We don't want prisons.** " Yes we do though what's to become of functiona- ries if there ain't any prisons ?" This was rather a puzzling question, Fyxington paused, and finally said : " Why, I've a plan." " What is it, then is it logo-fogie ?" 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