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BY
WILLIAM POWELL FRITH, R.A.
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WITH PORTRAIT AND NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. i. 490821
1?. 4.
LONDON RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON
publishers in COrbinaru to Jljer Jttajtstg 1891
[All rights reserved]
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TO
CHARLES F. ADAMS,
LEECH'S EARLIEST, WARMEST, AND MOST CONSTANT FRIEND ;
WITH MY GRATEFUL THANKS
FOR THE INTEREST HE HAS TAKEN IN MY WORK,
AND FOR THE VALUABLE ASSISTANCE AFFORDED
IN THE EXECUTION OF IT.
PREFACE
I AM very conscious of the many sins of commission and omission of which I have been guilty in my attempt to write the " Life and Work of John Leech " ; but, that ingratitude may not figure amongst my shortcomings, I take advantage of the usual preface to acknowledge my obligations to friends and strangers from whom I have received assistance, and to express my warmest thanks for their kindness.
The time that has elapsed since Leech's death has terribly thinned the ranks of his friends and con- temporaries ; but the leveller has spared and dealt tenderly with one of his earliest and most constant friends, Mr. Charles F. Adams, whose store of Leech's letters, together with many pleasing remin- iscences, have been placed unreservedly at my dis- posal. From Mr. Kitton's memoir of Leech I have derived, through the author's kindness, much ad- vantage ; and to Mr. Thornber, a well-known col- lector of Leech's works, I owe the opportunity of selecting some of the best illustrations that grace the book.
PREFACE
I also desire to express my gratitude to the pro- prietors of P^lnch, who, though unable to comply with my unreasonable demand to the full extent of it, have given me most important help in my endeavours to do honour to the genius who was such an honour to Punch. I owe to those gentle- men no less than eight of the full-page illustrations, to say nothing of numbers of small cuts.
I take this opportunity of thanking Mr. Grego, my neighbour Mr. McKenzie, Mr. Willert Beale, and Mr. Maitland for their help in various ways ; not forgetting the Eton boy, whose anonymity I pre- serve according to his desire.
To Sir John Millais, Mr. Ashby S terry, Mr. Horsley, Mr. Holman Hunt, and Mr. Cholmondeley Fennel I also offer my warmest acknowledgment for the papers they have so kindly contributed.
In conclusion, I permit myself a few words in ex- planation of that which I know will be laid to my charge, namely, that my book tells too little of Leech and too much of his work, and that it is chrono- logically deficient. In excuse I plead that the life of Leech as I knew it from its early days was, like that of most artists, entirely devoid of such incidents as would interest the public ; and that from the diffi- culty of acquiring certain information, and the vary- ing times at which it was supplied, chronological accuracy was impossible.
CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
CUAl'TER PAGE
PROLOGUE ...... I
I. EARLY DAYS . . ._ . .3
II. EARLY WORK . . . . . .20
III. MR. PERCIVAL LEIGH AND LEECH . . -75
IV. MEETING OF MULREADY AND LEECH . . -95 V. " THE PHYSIOLOGY OF EVENING PARTIES," BY ALBERT
SMITH ....... 104
VI. JOHN LEECH AND THE ETON BOY . . .130
vii. MR. SPONGE'S SPORTING TOUR . . -137
VIII. " THE MARCHIONESS OF BR1NVILLIERS," BY ALBERT
SMITH . . . . . 151
ix. "THE MARCHIONESS OF BRINVILLIERS" — CONTINUED 163
X. "A MAN MADE OF MONEY," BY DOUGLAS JERROLD . 178
XI. ALBERT SMITH AND LEECH . . • . . 206
XII. MR. ADAMS AND LEECH .... 233
xin. "COMIC GRAMMAR" AND "COMIC HISTORY". . 255
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
PORTRAIT OF JOHN LEECH . . . Frontispiece
HERCULES RETURNING FROM A FANCY BALL . To face p. 3 PHYSICIAN AND GENERAL PRACTITIONER . . 27
" WHERE 'AVE WE BIN ? WHY, TO SEE THE COVE 'UNG, TO
BE SURE !" . . • . . .29
AN EYE TO BUSINESS . 31
BUT AUGUSTUS'S HEART WAS TOO FULL TO SPEAK . 33
" SIR ! PLEASE, MR. ! SIR ! YOU'VE FORGOT THE DOOR- KEY !" . . . . . -'38 ETON BOY (log.) : " Come, governor ! just one toast — ' The
Ladies'!" . . . . V '.39
THE RETURN FROM THE DERBY . . ... 43
THE DERBY EPIDEMIC . . . -44
SOMETHING LIKE A HOLIDAY . . . .46
ALARMING SYMPTOMS ON EATING BOILED BEEF AND GOOSE- BERRY-PIE . . . . . -47 "SO YOU HAVE TAKEN ALL YOUR STUFF, AND DON'T FEEL
ANY BETTER, EH ?" . . . .50
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
AWFUL APPARITION TO A GENTLEMAN WHILST SHAVING IN
THE EDGWARE ROAD, SEPTEMBER 29, 1846 . 51
UA HOLDER AND A THINNER WINE" . . -53
" HOLLO! Hi! HERE, SOMEBODY! I'VE TURNED ON THE
HOT WATER, AND I CAN'T TURN IT OFF AGAIN !" . 54 SYMPTOMS OF "A MASQUERADE . . . -55
THE RISING GENERATION . . . . -57
THE IRREPRESSIBLE JUVENILE . . 58
THE RISING GENERATION . r . . -59
SERVANT-GAL-ISM ... -63
THE RISING GENERATION . . . . 65
SPECIAL CONSTABLE : " Now mind, you know — if I kill you,
it's nothing ; but if you kill me, by Jove ! it's murder !'' 67 RECREATIONS IN NATURAL HISTORY . . .69
CABMAN is SUPPOSED TO HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN- ING, THAT'S ALL . . . . -70
MR. BRIGGS DOES A LITTLE SHOOTING . . -73
" FIDDLE-FADDLE " FASHIONS . . . .90
"FIDDLE-FADDLE" FASHIONS . . . • 91
THE MULREADY ENVELOPE . . . .96
FORES'S COMIC ENVELOPE . . . . -97
MAMMA AND THE GIRLS . . . . .106
Two RUDE YOUNG MEN . . . . .107
THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE . . . .108
AN OLIVE-BRANCH . . . . . .109
Two "GANGLING" YOUNG MEN . . . .no
PREPARING FOR THE BALL IXI
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS xiii
PAGE
THE ASSISTANT- WAITER . . . . .112
THE BAND . . . . . . .112
WALLFLOWERS . . . . . .114
MR. LEDBURY . . . . . • IT5
MR. LEDBURY AND Miss HAMILTON . . .116
THE WALTZ . . . . . . .118
IN THE CONSERVATORY . . . , .119
THE BELLE OF THE EVENING . . . .120
MR. LEDBURY'S HAT . . . . .121
MR. PERCIVAL JENKS .. . . . -123
CLOWN: " Oh, see what I've found !" . . .127
Miss CINTHIA SINGS . . . . .128
DREADFUL FOR YOUNG OXFORD . . . .131
Miss LUCY AND MR. SPONGE .... 149
LE PREMIER PAS .... To face p. 160
DEATH OF ST. CROIX . . . . „ 172
A FAMILY PICTURE . . . . .189
AND THERE STOOD JERICHO .... 203
MR. SIMMONS'S ATTEMPT AT REFORM . . .215
THE BELLE OF THE MONTH — AUGUST — TAKING A " CONSTI- TUTIONAL" IN KENSINGTON GARDENS. TIME, 8 A.M. 221 THE BALCONY NUISANCE . . . . .223
THE BELLE OF THE MONTH — NOVEMBER — " IN DISTRESS
OFF A LEE-SHORE — BRIGHTON PIER " . .229
" Now, JACK, MY BOY ! THERE'S NO TIME to LOSE ! WE'VE
TEN MILES TO GO TO COVER "... 245 EFFECTS OF A FALL. ..... 253
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
BILLY TAYLOR . . .
" WHERE GOT'S THOU THAT GOOSE ? LOOK !"
QUEEN ELEANOR AND FAIR ROSAMOND .
KING EDWARD INTRODUCING HIS SON AS PRINCE OF
WALES TO HIS NEWLY-ACQUIRED SUBJECTS . UNSEEMLY CONDUCT OF HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES
PAGE 256
257 26l
262 263
THE DUKE OF GLOUCESTER GOES INTO MOURNING FOR
HIS LITTLE NEPHEWS ..... 264
MARY'S ELOPEMENT
266
JOHN LEECH:
HIS LIFE AND WORK
PROLOGUE.
" 4 LEECH' (spelt ' leich ') is an old Saxon word for 'surgeon] " writes a friend to me. "Hence, as you know, the employment of the word * leech ' as a term applied in former times to doctors"
Though Leech is not a common name, I have met with several bearers of it under every variety of spell- ing that the word was capable of- — Leech, Lietch, Leich, Leeche, Leitch, etc. Only two of the owners of these names became known to fame — John, of immortal memory, and, longo intervallo, William Leitch, a Scottish artist, and landscape-painter of considerable merit, whose pictures, generally of a classic character, found favoiir amongst a certain class of buyers. A large subject of much beauty was engraved, and, I think, formed the prize-engraving for the year for the Art Union of London. I have no doiibt William Leitch was frequently asked if he were related to John. The soimd of the names was similar, and few inquirers knew of the difference in
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the spelling. Whether William was asked the ques- tion or not I cannot speak to with certainty ; but that John was I am sure, becaiise he told me so himself, and, as well as I can recall them, in the following words :
" I was asked the other day if I were related to a man of the same name — a Scotchman — a landscape- painter. He spells his name L-e-i-t-c-h, you know. I said, ' No ; the Scotch gentleman's name is spelt in the Scotch way, with the 'itch in it! Not bad, eh ? I hope nobody will tell him /"
/ met William Leitch several times (he died long ago], and was always charmed by his refined and gentle manner ; but we never became intimate, so I cannot say I had the following anecdote from himself ; but it was told me by an intimate friend of the artist, who assured me that he had it from Leitch direct.
Leitch had a considerable practice as a drawing- master, chiefly amongst the higher classes. He taught the very highest, for he gave lessons to the Queen her- self. I have never had the honour of seeing any of her Majesty s drawings, but I have had the advantage of her criticism, and I can well believe in the reports of the excellence of her work.
The story goes that one day, in the course of a lesson, the Queen let her pencil fall to the ground. Both master and pupil stooped to pick it up ; and, to the horror of Leitch, there was a collision — the master s head struck that of his royal pupil / and before he co^ild stammer an apology, the Queen said, smiling :
" Well, Mr. Leitch, if we bring our heads together in this way, I ought to improve rapidly."
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CHAPTER I.
EARLY DAYS.
ON the 29th of August, 1817, a boy was born in London gifted with a genius which, in the short time allowed for its development, delighted and astonished the world. The child's name was Leech, and he was christened John. The Leech family was of Irish extraction. From information received, it appears that the father of Leech, also called John, was possessed of an uncle who had made a large fortune as the owner of the London Coffee-House, Ludgate Hill. With this fortune he retired, leaving his nephew to reign in his stead at the Coffee-House, not without a reasonable hope and expectation that the nephew would follow in the uncle's prosperous footsteps. But times had changed. Clubs were being formed, and the customers of the Ludgate Hill place of entertainment preferred to be enrolled as members of the novel institutions rather than subject
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themselves to the somewhat mixed company at the Coffee- House. Leech's establishment, however, struggled on into my early time, for I can well remember being advised, if I wished for a good and wonderfully cheap dinner, consisting — as per adver- tisement— of quite startling varieties of dishes, my desire might be gratified by payment of eighteen- pence to the authorities at the London Coffee- House, Ludgate Hill.
I do not know the precise time at which the doors of the Coffee- House were finally closed and the father Leech, with his large family, was thrown upon the world ; but it must have been some years after the subject of this memoir had been enrolled amongst the Charterhouse scholars, an event that took place when he was seven years old. Previous to this by about four years, some feeble buds of the genius that blossomed so abundantly afterwards are said to have shown themselves, and to have been observed by Flaxman as the child sat with pencil and paper on his mother's knee. The great sculptor is reported to have said :
" This drawing is wonderful. Do not let him be cramped by drawing-lessons ; let his genius follow its own bent. He will astonish the world."
I venture to think that for this story a grain of
EARLY DAYS
salt would be by no means sufficient. No drawing done by a child of three years old, however gifted, could be "wonderful" in the estimation of Flaxman; and that such an artist as he was should have said anything so foolish as what is tantamount to advising a parent against "learning to draw" I take the liberty of disbelieving. Flaxman was a friend of the Leeches, and in after years, while John Leech was still a youth, the sculptor again examined some of his sketches, and, after looking well at them, he very likely said, as is reported :
" That boy must be an artist ; he will be nothing else."
A child of seven seems almost cruelly young to be subjected to the hardships of a public school.
" I thought," wrote John's father, "that I was not wrong in sending him thus early, as Dr. Russell, the head-master, had a son of the same age in the school, and John was in the same form with him."
No doubt the elder Leech felt much the parting from his little son, but to Mrs. Leech the boy's leaving home was a severe blow ; the mother's heart would no doubt realize and exaggerate the perils to mind and body arising from contact with something like six hundred fellow-pupils, scarcely
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one so young, and none so loving and lovable as her little boy. John was boarded at a house close by the Charterhouse, and only allowed to go home at rare intervals. The fond mother, however, could not live without seeing him, and to enable her to gratify her longing, a room was hired in a house overlooking the boy's playground, from which, care- fully hidden, she could see her little son as he walked and talked with the form-fellow, " the par- ticular friend " to whom a sympathetic nature had attached him ; or watch him as he joined heart and soul in some game — not too rough — for a fall from his pony, by which his arm had been broken and was still far from strong, made such rough sports as are common to schoolboys too dangerous to be indulged in.
The Charterhouse rejoiced in a drawing-master named Burgess. Upon what principles that master proceeded to train the youth of Charterhouse I am unable to speak ; they were most likely those in vogue at the time of young Leech's sojourn. If they were of that description, it was fortunate that Leech paid — as is said — little or no attention to them, finding a difficulty, no doubt, in applying them to the sketches that constantly fell from him on to the pages of his school-books.
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It may be urged that when Flaxman warned the boy's mother against teaching as being sure to cramp her son's genius, he alluded to the Burgess method. That may have been so. But a man like Flaxman, who had possessed himself by severest study as a young man of the means by which his powers were developed, would, I think, have been sure to warn Mrs. Leech of the difference between the teaching that would be mischievous, and that which is proved to be indispensable by the universal practice of the greatest painters. I am aware I shall be confronted with the case of John Leech, who was, so to speak, entirely self-taught ; but Leech was not a painter, and certainly never could have become a good one without training ; besides, he was alto- gether exceptional — unique, in fact. In my opinion, we are as likely to see another Shakespeare or Dickens as another Leech.
This is a digression, for which I apologize. I cannot find that my hero — I may call him such, for he was ever a hero to me — paid much attention to classical knowledge. Latin verses were impossible to him, but they had to be done ; so, as he said, he "got somebody to do them for him." In spite of his weak arm, he fenced with Angelo, the school fencing-master ; but, beyond the advantage of the
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exercise, the accomplishment was of no use to him.
Here I cannot resist an anecdote of which the fencing reminds me.
Some years before Leech's death the editor of a newspaper, who was remarkable for the severity of his criticisms and for his extreme personal ugliness, had made some caustic remarks on Leech's work in general, and on some special drawings in particular.
" If that chap," said Leech to me, " doesn't mind what he is about, I will draw and defend myself" an idle threat, for nothing could have provoked that gentle, noble nature into personality, no trace of which is to be found in the long list of his admirable works.
Several letters, delightfully boyish, written by Leech to his father from the Charterhouse, are in my possession. Some of them, I think, may appro- priately appear in this place.
"Septr 19 1826 "DEAR PAPA
" I hope you are quite well. I beg you will let me come out to see you for I am so dull here, and I am always fretting about, because I wrote to you yesterday and you would not let me come out.
EARLY DAYS
I will fag hard if you will let me come out, and will you write to me, and the letter that you write put in when you are going to Esex and when you return for I want to very particularly
" How is Mamma, Brother and Sisters " I hope Ester is quite well,
" Your affectionate "Son
"J LEECH
" I am very sorry that I stayed away from School with - — but I promise never to do it again and I beg you will let me come out on Sunday."
"Charter House October 2 1826 " MY DEAR PAPA.
"You told me to write to you when the re- ports where made out, they are made out now, and mine is, does his Best. I hope you are quite well, and Mamma the same. I hope Tom Mary Caroline, and Ester are quite well. I have not spoken to Mr Chapman yet about the tuter, and drawing Master, because I had not an oppertunity, send me a cake as soon as it is convenient
" Your affectionate son
"J LEECH."
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[Nv date.]
11 MY DEAR PAPA.
" I write this note to know how poor little Polly is I hope she is better to day pray write to me before the day is over and tell me how she is. I hope you and Mamma Tom and Fanny are all well since I left you last night.
" I am happy to say I am at the very top off the Form
" Tell Mamma not to forget to come and see me on Wenesday as she said she would. I would write to Polly now only I have not time pray give Polly a 1000 kiss for me and Fanny and Tom the same. As I said before I hope poor little Polly is better.
" Your affectionate "Son
"J LEECH."
" MY DEAR PAPA,
" My report was made out yesterday but I forgot to write to you therefore I tell you to-day, it was (generally attentive) If any afternoon or morning that you have time I should be very happy to see you. You can see me in the morning from 12 to half-past two and in the evening from 4 till 9.
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" Send me another suit of clothes if you please and a cap. Mind the gloves. I hope Polly con- tinues to get better and I hope you and Mamma Brother and sisters are quite well. Send me a penknife if you please. I remain
" Your affectionate "Son
"J LEECH."
" DEAR PAPA
"Will you let me come out to see you once before my sisters go to school, for I feel quite un- happy here and miserable. I am afraid I shall not be able to get promoted yet, therefore I am afraid I shant be able to come out. But you promised me that if I did not get promoted you would let me come out. I try as much as I can to get promoted, do let me come out once before my Sisters go to School.
" Your affectionate "Son
"J LEECH
" Tell Mamma to send me a cake as soon as she can
" Send me some money as soon as you can."
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"September 14 1827 "My DEAR PAPA.
" I am happy to say that Mr Baliscombe says that for my Holiday Task I deserve promotion and says it is very well done indeed, come and see me as soon as you can. I think I shall get promoted when Dr Russell sees my Holiday Task — In fact Mr Baliscombe is going to ask him to put me up. I hope you and Mamma are quite well. Springett went to the play he tells me and did not come back till the morning. I hope dear old Camello and the dear little Baby Bunning are quite well, would you mind sending Mrs Jeffkins some partridges for I know she would like some. Tell Mamma to write to me as soon as she possibly can.
" Your affectionate "Son
" J LEECH
" P.S. I would not send the porter only I have got neither wafer nor seal' wax."
"Sepr 1 6th 1827 " MY DEAR PAPA.
" I am very happy indeed to say that I am promoted for I know it makes you happy, let me come out next Saturday and come and see me to-
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morrow. I have no sealing wax or would not send the porter.
" I hope you are quite well and Mamma and Old Camello and the little Baby Bunning the same
" Your affectionate "Son
"J LEECH."
"DEAR PAPA
" As I am rather short of money and want to keep my money I've got, I should be much obliged if you would give my ambassador 18 pence or so as I've promised a boy at school one of those small bladders to make balloons of, if you remember you bought me one once. I hope you are all well " I remain
" Your affectionate son
"J LEECH."
"DEAR PAPA
" Will you be so kind as to send me half a crown by the porter and allowence me every week " I was obliged to send the porter " I hope you Mamma Brothers and sisters are
quite well.
" Your affectionate son
" J LEECH."
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\No date.]
" MY DEAR MAMMA
" I understand that you came to see me yes- terday, and me being in the green, you did not see me, so that made me still more unhappy, I beg you will come and see me on Saturday for I am very unhappy.
" I want to see you or Papa very much indeed. " Your affectionate son
"J LEECH."
" MY DEAR PAPA.
" You desired me to send you my report I have not had it since the last one. I went into be examined by Dr Russell yesterday but I did not get promoted but I did not lose more than one or two places. I will send you my next report. I hope you are quite well.
" Mamma and Brother and sisters the Same
"Your affectionate . "Son
"J LEECH.
" I would have written to you sooner but / had not time''
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Leech made no way at the Charterhouse ; never approaching the position held by Thackeray, who was four years his senior : indeed, I doubt that they saw, or cared to see, much of each other, little dreaming that they would ultimately become dear and fast friends till death separated them, only to meet again, as we believe, after the sad, short interval that elapsed between the deaths of each.
I cannot say I believe in inherited talent, but the fact that the elder Leech was said to be a remarkable draughtsman seems to strengthen the theory held by some people. I have never seen any specimens of the father's drawing, nor did I ever hear the son speak of it. Anyway, Leech pere had no faith in the practice of art as a means of livelihood for his son, for he informed the youth, after a nine years' at- tendance at the Charterhouse, that he was destined for the medical profession. There is no record of any objection on the part of Leech to his father's decision, at which I feel surprise ; for the flame which burnt so brilliantly in after-life must have been always well alight, and very antagonistic to the kind of work required from the embryo surgeon. Leech's gentle yielding nature influenced him then as always ; and he went to St. Bartholomew's, where under Mr. Stanley, the surgeon of the hospital, he worked
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hard and delighted his master by his excellent anatomical drawings. From these studies may be traced, I think, much of the knowledge of the human form, and above all of proportion, always displayed - in his work; for in those wonderful drawings, whether a figure is tall or short, fat or thin, whether he deals with a child or a giant, with a dog or a horse, no disproportion can be found.
It appears that the elder Leech's affairs were already in such an embarrassed condition, that an intention to place his son with Sir George Ballingall, an eminent Scottish doctor, was abandoned, and after a time he was placed with a Mr. Whittle, a very remarkable person, who figures under the name of Rawkins in a novel written by Albert Smith and illustrated by Leech. Smith's work, with the title of "The Adventures of Mr. Ledbury and his Friend Jack Johnson," was first published in Bentleys Miscellany.
" Mr. Rawkins," says Albert Smith, " was so " extraordinary a person for a medical practitioner " that, had we only read of him instead of having " known him, we should at once have put him down "as the far-fetched creation of the author's brain. "He was about eight-and-thirty years old, and of " herculean build except his legs, which were small
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" in comparison with the rest of his body. But he " thought that he was modelled after the statues of ' 'antiquity, and, indeed, in respect of his nose, which " was broken, he was not far wrong in his idea— that "feature having been damaged in some hospital "skirmish when he was a student. His face was " adorned with a luxuriant fringe of black whiskers, " meeting under his chin, whilst his hair, of a similar " hue, was cut rather short about his head, and worn " without the least regard to any particular style or "direction. But it was also his class of pursuits " that made him so singular a character. Every " available apartment in his house not actually in use "by human beings was appropriated to the conserv- " ing of innumerable rabbits, guinea-pigs, and ferrets. "His areas were filled with poultry, bird-cages hung "at every window, and the whole of his roof had " been converted into one enormous pigeon-trap. It " was one of his most favourite occupations to sit, on "fine afternoons, with brandy-and-water and a pipe, " and catch his neighbours' birds. He had very "little private practice; the butcher, the baker, and " the tobacconist were his chief patients, who em- " ployed him more especially with the intention of "working out their accounts. He derived his prin- " cipal income from the retail of his shop, his ap-
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" pointments of medical man to the police force and "parish poor, and breeding fancy rabbits. These " various avocations pretty well filled up his time, "and when at home he passed his spare minutes in " practising gymnastics — balancing himself upon one "hand and laying hold of staples, thus keeping him- "self at right angles to the wall, with other feats "of strength, the acquisition of which he thought "necessary in enabling him to support the character "of Hercules — his favourite impersonation — with "due effect."
It is not to be wondered at that Mr. Whittle, alias Rawkins, should find that stealing his neighbours' pigeons, together with his other unprofitable accom- plishments, to say nothing of the sparseness of paying patients, could have only one termination — bank- ruptcy. Mr. Whittle ended his career in a public- house, of which he became proprietor after marrying the widow who kept it. Here he put off his coat to his work, and in his shirt-sleeves served his customers with beer. Leech and Albert Smith, and others of his pupils took his beer readily, though they had always declined to take his pills. It is said that he was originally a Quaker, and that he died a mis- sionary at the Antipodes.
Leech stayed but a short time with the pigeon-
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fancying Whittle, whom he left to be placed under Dr. John Cockle, afterwards Physician to the Royal Free Hospital. Leech seems to have been a pretty regular attendant at anatomical and other lectures, and it goes without saying that his notes were garnished with sketches, for which his fellow-students sat unconsciously ; and plenty of them remain to prove the impossibility of checking an inclination so strongly implanted in such a genuine artist as John Leech.
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CHAPTER II.
EARLY WORK.
IT was at St. Bartholomew's that Leech made acquaintance, which soon ripened into friendship, with Albert Smith, Percival Leigh (a future comrade on the Punch Staff, and author of the " Comic Latin Grammar," " Pips' Diary," etc.), Gilbert a Beckett and many others, all or most of whom served as models for that unerring pencil.
The impecunious condition of Leech senior before John had reached his eighteenth year was such as to make his chances of getting a living by medicine or surgery, even if successful, so remote as to place them beyond consideration. No doubt the elder Leech's misfortunes were ''blessings in disguise," for we owe to them the necessity that compelled the younger man to devote himself to art.
The art of drawing upon wood, to which Leech in his later years almost entirely confined himself, dates
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back from very early times. Lithography, or draw- ing upon stone, is a comparatively modern invention, and, until the introduction of photography, was used for varieties of artistic reproduction. It was to that process we owe the first published work of Leech. The artist wras eighteen years old when " Etchings and Sketchings," by A. Pen, Esq., price 2s. plain, 35. coloured, was offered tremblingly to the public. The work was in the shape of four quarto sheets, which were covered with sketches, more or less caricatures, of cabmen, policemen, street musicians, hackney coachmen with their vehicles and the peculiar breed of animal attached to them, and other varieties of life and character common to the streets of London. This work is now very rarely to be met with ; it con- sisted chiefly, I believe, of characteristic heads and half- length figures. To " Etchings and Sketchings " the young artist added some political caricatures, also in lithography, of considerable merit. With these, or, rather, with the heavy stones on which they were drawn, we may imagine the weary wanderings from publisher to publisher ; the painful anxiety with which the verdict, on which so much depended, was waited for ; the hopes that brightened at a word of commendation, only to be scattered by a few stereotyped phrases, such as, " Ah, very clever, but
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these sort of things are not in our way, you see ; there is no demand," and so on.
1836, when Leech was still a boy, saw the pro- duction of works called " The Boy's Own Series," " Studies from Nature," " Amateur Originals," " The Ups and Downs of Life ; or, The Vicissitudes of a Swell," etc.
The delicate touch and the grasp of character peculiar to the artist are recognised at once in many examples.
Leech's struggle for bread for himself and others must have been terrible at this time ; indeed, up to the establishment of Rowland Hill's penny post, when, by what may be called a brilliant opportunity, Leech attracted for the first time the public attention, which never deserted him.
The title of this book is " The Life and Work of John Leech." Of the former, as I have shown, there is little to tell ; on the latter, volumes, critical, descrip- tive, appreciative, might be written. An artist is destined to immortality or speedy oblivion accord- ing to his work, and it was my earnest hope, on undertaking this memoir, that I should be able to prove, by the finest examples of Leech's genius, that an indisputable claim to immortality was established
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for him. To a great extent I have been permitted to do so ; but the law of copyright has debarred me from the selection of many brilliant pictures of life and character on which my, perhaps unreasonably covetous, eyes had rested. The proprietors of Pitnch and also of the copyright of most of Leech's other works are, no doubt, properly careful of their interests, and I can imagine their surprise at the extent of my first demands upon their good-nature. In my ignorance I had thought that as my object was the honour and glory of John Leech — a feeling, no doubt, shared by them — the treasures of Punch would be spread before me, with a request that I would help myself. I do not in the least com- plain that I found myself mistaken. There are, no doubt, good reasons for the limits to which I was restricted, though I am unable to see them ; and, granting the existence of those reasons, I should be ungrateful if I did not express my thanks for the small number of illustrations from Punch and other sources which I am allowed to use. I confess I was de- lighted to find that the first few years of the exist- ence of Punch were free by lapse of time from copyright protection, and as some of Leech's best work appears in the volumes between 1841 and 1849, I am able to show my readers further proofs
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of the justice of the artist's claim to be remembered for all time.
Leech's hatred of organ-grinding began very early in his career.
"WANTED, BY AN AGED LADY OF VERY NERVOUS TEMPERA- MENT, A PROFESSOR, WHO WILL UNDERTAKE TO MESMERIZE ALL THE ORGANS IN HER STREET. SALARY, so MUCH PER ORGAN."
The drawing which appeared in Punch in 1843, with the above title, was the first of the humorous series that continued almost unbroken for more than twenty years. It is pitiable to think of the long martyrdom that Leech suffered from an abnormal nervous organization, which ultimately made street- noises absolute agony to him. In the illustration the singular difference of dress in the organ-grinder of fifty years ago and him of the present time is noticeable, as also are the perfect expressions of the small audience. Leech's chief contributions to Punch at this time were the large cuts, in which Peel, Brougham, the great Duke of Wellington, and others, play political parts in matters that would be of little interest to the reader of to-day, nor are the drawings of exceptional merit.
In 1844 there appeared an irresistible little cut,
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the precursor of so many admirable variations of skating and sliding incidents.
"Now, LOBSTER, KEEP THE POT A-BILING."
What could surpass the impudence of the vigorous youngster, or the expression of the guardsman of amused wonder as he looks down upon the audacious imp, as Goliath might have looked upon David ?
The sensation created by the first appearance of the dwarf Tom Thumb remains vividly in my memory. I saw him in all his impersonations ; that of Napoleon, in which he was dressed in exact imitation of the Emperor, was very droll. The little creature was at Waterloo, taking quantities of snuff from his waistcoat pocket, giving his orders for the final charge which decided his fate ; and when he saw that all was lost, his distress was terrible : he wrung his little hands and wept copiously, amidst the uproarious applause and laughter of the audience. Then he was at St. Helena, and, standing on an imaginary rock, he folded his arms, and gazed wist- fully in the direction of his beloved France. After a long, lingering look, he shook- his little head, and with a sigh so loud as to astonish us, he dashed the tears from his eyes, and made his bow to the audi- ence, some of whom affected to be shocked by the laughter of. the unthinking, and loudly expressed
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their sympathy with the great man in his fall. I well remember the great Duke going to see the amusing dwarf, but why Leech should have repre- sented him in the dancing attitude, as shown in the illustration, seems strange. Surely a more serious imitation of a Napoleonic attitude would have been more telling and more comic.
The next print illustrates a paper in Punch called " Physicians and General Practitioners."
1 'The physician almost invariably dresses in black," says the writer, "and wears a white neck- cloth. He also often affects smalls and gaiters, likewise shirt - frills " (fancy a physician in these days thus dressed !). He appears, no doubt very properly, in perpetual mourning. The general prac- titioner more frequently sports coloured clothes, as drab trousers and a figured waistcoat. With respect to features, the Roman nose, we think, is more characteristic of physicians ; while among general practitioners, we should say, the more common of the two was the snub.
The general practitioner and the physician often meet professionally, on which occasion their interests as well as their opinions are very apt to clash ; whereupon an altercation ensues, which ends by the physician telling the general practitioner that he is
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an "impudent quack," and the general practitioner's replying to the physician that he is " a contemptible humbug."
How perfectly Leech has realized the scene for us the drawing abundantly shows. It is, perhaps, not too much to say that he never surpassed in
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drawing, expression, and character, these two ad- mirable figures ; full of contempt for each other, the emotion is expressed naturally, and with due regard to the peculiarities, widely varying, of each of the disputants.
More years ago than I care to remember, I met at dinner Mr. Gibson, the Newgate surgeon. At that time an agitation was afoot respecting public executions, the advocates maintaining that the sight of a fellow-creature done to death acted as a deter- rent on any of the sightseers who were disposed to risk a similar fate, the objectors declaring that the exhibition only made brutes more brutal, and was in no way a deterrent. As Mr. Gibson had had a long experience of criminals and their ways, it was thought worth while to ask his opinion of the matter in dis- pute. The surgeon said that, feeling strongly on the subject of public hanging, he had made a point of asking persons under sentence of death if they had ever attended executions, and he found that over three-fourths — he told us the exact number, but I cannot trust my memory on the point — had witnessed the finishing of the law. So much for the deterrent effect. The disgraceful scenes that took place at the execution of the Mannings produced a powerful letter to the press from Dickens, and an
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equally powerful article in the Daily News, by Mr. Parkinson. Parliament was aroused, and public executions ceased.
The Leech drawing which follows appeared in 1845, some years before the Manning murder, and
" WHERE 'AVE WE BIN ? WHY, TO SEE THE COVE 'UNG, TO BE
SURE !"
a considerable time previous to the agitation on the subject of hanging in public. If ever a moral lesson was inculcated by a work of art, this powerful draw- ing is an example. Who knows how much it may have done towards hastening the time when those horrible exhibitions ceased ?
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Is this squalid group, with debauchery and crimi- nality in evidence in each figure, likely to be morally impressed by the sight of a public hanging ? What are they but types of a class that always frequented such scenes ? The dreadful woman has carried her child with her ; the little creature's attenuated limbs point to the neglect and ill-usage sure to be met with from such parents.
To those unacquainted with the "Caudle Lectures" by Douglas Jerrold, which appeared at this time in Punch, I recommend the perusal of those inimitable papers. One of their merits is their having given occasion for an admirable drawing by Leech. Lord Brougham was, in the eyes of Punch and many others, a firebrand in the House of Lords. He was irrepressible, contentious, and brilliant on all occa- sions, quarrelsome in the extreme, and a thorn in the side of whatever Government was in power unless he was a member of it. The Woolsack, more especially the object of his ambition, was made a very uneasy seat to any occupant. Behold him, then, as Mrs. Caudle — an excellent likeness — making night hideous for the unhappy Caudle, whose part is played by the Lord Chancellor — Lyndhurst — while the Caudle pillow is changed into the Woolsack.
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"THE MRS. CAUDLE OF THE HOUSE OF LORDS." " What do you say ? Thank heaven ! you are going to enjoy the recess, and you'll be rid of me for some months ? Never mind. Depend upon it, when you come back, you shall have it again. No, I don't raise the House and set everybody by the ears ; but I'm not going to give up every little privilege, though it's seldom I open my lips, goodness knows !" — " Caudle Lectures " (im- proved).
Whether such a scene as the following ever took place may be doubted ; but that it might have
AN EYE TO BUSINESS."
happened, and may happen again, there is no doubt. One meets with strange sea- side objects, and to bathe at the same time as one's tailor is within the bounds of possibility. Leech evidently thought so,
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hence this delightful little cut, wherein we see the creditor — evidently a tailor — improving the occasion to remind his fellow-swimmer of his little bill. See the businesslike aspect of the one and the astonish- ment and alarm of the other, who in the next few vigorous strokes will place himself beyond the reach of his creditor.
Full of sympathy, as Leech was, for human suffer- ing, and frequently as he dealt with sea-sickness, he certainly never showed the least pity for the sufferers by that miserable malady. Its ludicrous aspect was irresistible to him, as numbers of illustrations suffi- ciently prove, and none more perfectly than the one introduced in this place, with the title of " Love on the Ocean," representing a couple evidently married on the morning of this tempestuous day. " Why, oh why," I can hear the unhappy bridegroom say to him- self, " did we not arrange to pass our honeymoon in some pleasant place in England, and so have avoided crossing this dreadful sea ?" To be ill in the dear presence of — oh, horror! And the lady is so un- conscious, so serenely unconscious, of the impend- ing catastrophe ! She enjoys the sea, and, being of a poetical turn, she thus improves the occasion :
" Oh, is there not something, dear Augustus, truly sublime in J:he warring of the elements ?"
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Let anyone who suffers at sea fancy what it is to be spoken to at all, when the fearful sensations, the awful precursors of the inevitable, have full posses-
" BUT AUGUSTUS'S HEART WAS TOO FULL TO SPEAK."
sion of him, and then to suffer in the very presence of the dear creature from whom every human weak- ness has been hitherto carefully hidden ! The draw- ing is followed by a poem, in which the position of VOL. I. 3
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the unhappy Augustus is described. He could not speak in reply to his bride's appeal ; in the words of
the poet :
" She gazed upon the wave, Sublime she declared it ; But no reply he gave —
He could not have dared it.
" Oh, then, « Steward !' he cried,
With deepest emotion ; Then tottered to the side, And leant o'er the ocean."
Poor miserable Augustus ! his face is pale as death, his treasured locks blown out of shape ; his eyeglass swings in the wind ; the distant steamer is making mad plunges into the heaving wave ; the rain falls, and let us hope the romantic bride turns away as her young husband ''leans o'er the ocean."
Only those who have passed from the tableland of life can recollect the passion for speculation in rail- ways that took possession of the public in 1845 anc^ the two or three following years. I myself caught the disease, and, acting on the advice of " one who knew," I bought a number of shares in one of the new lines ; these were ^25 shares, on which ^8 each had been paid. I was assured by my adviser that I should receive interest at the rate of eight per cent, till the year 1850 ; after that time the line would
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pay ten. I awoke one morning to find that a panic was in full blast, and all railway property depreciated. My feelings may be imagined, for I certainly cannot describe them, when I found, on reference to the Times, that my £& shares — £ij being still due upon each — were quoted at half a crown apiece ! My friend had the courage of his opinions, for he had invested the whole of his property in railway stocks. He was completely ruined in mind and body, and died miserably before the panic was over.
Multiply these examples by thousands, and you will arrive at a clear idea of the nature of a panic, which seems to mystify the young gentleman immortalized by Leech in the drawing illustrating the following dialogue :
" I SAY, JIM, WHAT'S A PANIC ?"
" SLOWED IF I KNOW ; BUT THERE is VON TO BE SEEN IN THE CITY."
It has been my fate in the course of a long life to attend several fancy-dress balls, but I can scarcely call to mind a single example of the successful assumption of an historical character, or, indeed, of any character that could disguise the very modern young lady or gentleman who was masquerading in it. My first acquaintance with Mark Lemon, so
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long the esteemed editor of Punch, began in the Hanover Square Rooms, at a fancy-dress ball given by a society — chiefly, I think, composed of the better class of tradespeople — called the Gothics. On that occasion might have been seen a young gentleman in the dress of one of Charles II.'s courtiers, and looking about as unlike his prototype as possible — in earnest conversation with another courtier, of the time of George II. I was of the Charles' period, Lemon of that of the Georges. Those who re- member Lemon's figure later in life would have been surprised by the change that time had made in it, if they could have witnessed the interview between the two young men, one scarcely stouter than the other. In proof of my idea that the greater number of guests were in trade, I might give scraps of con- versation between Mary Queen of Scots and Guy Fawkes, or between Henry VIII. and Edward the Black Prince, that would leave no doubt on the subject ; nay, later in the evening I had convincing proof of the correctness of my surmise, as you shall hear. I danced with a Marie Antoinette of surpass- ing beauty, with whom I fell incontinently in love. More than once I danced with her, and when supper was announced, my earnest appeal to be allowed to conduct her to the banquet was sue-
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cessful. My lovely friend was full of the curiosity peculiar to her sex, which showed itself in her anxiety to know who and what I was. To tell the truth, I was equally curious to know who she was, and what her friends were.
" Well," said I, "if you will tell me who you are, I will tell you who I am and what I am."
"Oh," was the reply, " I think I know what you are ; but what's your name ?"
"You know what I am ?" said I, surprised; "what am I ?"
" Well, you are in the same line that we are, I fancy."
" And what line is that ?"
" The army tailoring. Am I right ?"
In the illustration that accompanies these re- marks Leech has succeeded in presenting to us a Norman knight completely characteristic, a Crusader more real, I think, than any modern could have rendered him. The lady he escorts, in a dress a few hundred years after Crusading times, is very lovely. The capital little Marchioness, with the big door-key, the four-wheeler, and the laughing crowd, make up a scene of inimitable humour.
We now come to the first of those precocious
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youths in whose mannish ways, whose delightful impertinence to their elders, whose early suscepti- bility to the passion of love for ladies three times older than themselves, are shown by Leech in many a scene I should have given to my readers,
" SIR ! PLEASE, MR. ! SIR ! YOU'VE FORGOT THE DOOR- KEY !"
but over them the Copyright Act stands guard. '* 'Tis true, 'tis pity, pity 'tis, 'tis true," that in a book intended solely to do honour to Leech's genius, so many of the most perfect examples of it are denied to us.
Well may the governor stare with open-mouthed
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astonishment at such a proposal from such a creature ! Look at him as he throws his little arm over his chair in the swaggering attitude he has so often observed in his elders, and raises a full glass of claret! "Just as the twig is bent the tree's in- clined ;" but that we know that in this instance the
" ETON BOY (log.) : " Come, governor ! just one toast — ' The Ladies ' !"
twig is indulging in a harmless freak, one might be inclined to dread the tree's inclining.
The political opinions of the writer of this book are of no consequence to himself or anybody else. It would perhaps be pretty near the truth if he were to admit that he had no political opinions worth speaking of. To those, however, who were in- terested in the struggle for Free Trade, which in the
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year 1846 raged with great fury, the question was, and still is, one of vital interest. The landed interest, headed by most of the aristocracy on the one side, and the manufacturing interest, championed by Cobden and Bright, on the other, raised a storm in which language the reverse of parliamentary was tossed from side to side. Peel was Prime Minister, and his ultimate conversion to the principles of Free Trade, and consequent advocacy of the repeal of the Corn Laws, horrified his supporters — by whom, notably by Disraeli, he became the object of en- venomed attack — but led to a settlement of the question, and gave Leech an opportunity for the production of drawings of the victor and the van- quished, entitled, Cobden's " Bee's Wing" and Rich- mond's " Black Draught," two of the most successful of the political cartoons.
" The Brook Green Volunteer " gave Leech the opportunity for many illustrations which, to my mind, are nearer approaching caricature than most of his work ; nor have they, as a rule, the beauty or human interest that so many of his drawings show. I fear I must charge the volunteer himself with being in possession of an impossible face and a no less impossible figure ; his action also is exaggerated. In compensation we have a delightful family group.
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The mother with that naked baby perambulating her person is beyond all praise. Women do strange things, but I deny the possibility of such a woman as Leech has drawn ever finding it in her heart to marry that volunteer. The little thing standing on tip-toe to dabble in baby's basin for the benefit of her doll, the delighted lookers-on, not forgetting the warrior riding his umbrella into action, are invested with the charm that Leech, and Leech only, could give them.
The year 1846 gave birth to the first fruit from a field in which Leech found such a bountiful harvest. The racecourse gave opportunities for the exhibition of life and character of which the great artist took advantage in numberless delightful examples. Pen and pencil record adventures by road and rail. Whether the excursionist is going to the Derby or returning from it, whether he is high or low, a Duke or a costermonger, that unerring hand is ready to note his follies or his excesses, always with a kindly touch, or to point a moral if a graver opportunity presents itself.
A madman, they say, thinks all the world mad but himself; and it is not uncommon for a drunken man to imagine himself to be the only sober person in the company. That some feeling of this kind possesses
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the rider in the drawing opposite, as he addresses the stolid postboy, is evident enough ; his drunken smile, his battered hat, and his dishevelled dress, are eloquent of his proceedings on the course ; and if his return from the Derby is not signalized by a fall from his horse, he will be more fortunate than he deserves to be. In works of art the value of con- trast is well known, and a better example than the face of the postboy offers to that of his questioner could not be imagined. He drunk, indeed ! not a bit of it.
A pretty creature in the background must not be overlooked. She is a perfect specimen of Leech's power of creating beauty by a few pencil-marks. Her beauty has evidently attracted notice, and caused complimentary remarks from passers-by, which are resented by the old lady in charge, who tells the speaker to "go on with his imper- dence /"
I cannot resist presenting my readers with another Derby sketch. It is more than probable that if either of these young gentlemen had asked for leave of absence from his official duties for the purpose of going to the Derby, he would have met with stern denial. The attraction, however, is irresistible, and though the subterfuge by which it is achieved is
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not to be defended, who is there that is not glad that the wicked boy is penning that audacious letter, as it is the cause of our having a picture that is a joy for ever ? As a work of art, whether as a composi-
THE DERBY EPIDEMIC."
tion of lines and light and shadow, in addition to perfect character and expression, this drawing takes rank amongst the best of Leech's works. Note the admirable action of the youth who is putting on his
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coat — a momentary movement caught with consum- mate skill.
" GENTLEMEN,
" Owing to sudden and very severe indispo- sition, I regret to say that I shall not be able to attend the office to-day. I hope, however, to be able to resume my duties to-morrow. " I am, gentlemen,
"Yours very obediently,
" PHILLIP Cox."
Doctors differ, as everybody knows ; and in no opinion do they differ more than in the way children should be treated. One of the faculty will tell you that a healthy child should be allowed to eat as much as he or she likes ; another advises that as grown-up people are disposed to eat a great deal more than is good for them, a boy is pretty sure to do the same unless a wholesome check is imposed upon his unruly appetite. A great authority is reported to have said that as many people are killed by over-eating as by over-drinking ; " in fact," said he, " they dig their graves with their teeth." If that be so, the young gentleman in " Something like a Holiday " is destined for an early tomb.
Comment on this wonderful youth is needless.
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We can only share the alarm and astonishment so admirably expressed in the pastrycook's face. That this awful juvenile's memory should serve him so
PASTRYCOOK : " What have you had, sir ?"
BOY : " I've had two jellies ; seven of those, and eleven of these ; and six of those, and four bath-buns ; a sausage-roll, ten almond-cakes, and a bottle of ginger- beer."
perfectly when he has taken such pains to cloud it, as well as every other faculty, is also surprising.
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If "a fellow-feeling makes us wondrous kind," the boy in the following drawing would have delighted in the society of the gourmet at the pastrycook's. Boiled beef and gooseberry-pie are good things
" ALARMING SYMPTOMS ON EATING BOILED BEEF AND GOOSEBERRY-PIE."
LITTLE BOY : " Oh lor, ma ! I feel just exactly as if my jacket was buttoned."
enough in their way, but one may have too much of a good thing, with the inevitable result of the tightening of the jacket. This greedy-boy drawing
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appeared in 1846, and created a great sensation in the youth of that day, and many days since. Care- ful parents have been known to use this terrible example of over-eating as a warning to their off- spring that a fit of apoplexy frequently followed the tightening of the jacket.
I think my married reader of the rougher sex will agree with me when I say that there are few more uncomfortable, not to say alarming, moments than those spent in the awful interview with the parents of his beloved, during which he has to prove beyond all doubt that he is in every respect an individual to whom the happiness of a " dear child " can be safely entrusted. What a bad quarter of an hour that is before the meeting, when he has grave doubts as to the sufficiency of his income ! Will it, with other future possibilities, be considered sufficient to assure to " my daughter, sir, the com- forts to which she has been accustomed"? This he will have to answer satisfactorily, together with a few score more questions more or less agonizing. Leech drew a scene of common application when he produced the picture that follows, which he calls "Rather Alarming"— " On Horror's Head, Horrors accumulate." Look at that terrible female and pros- pective mother-in-law ! — think of satisfying such a
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woman that you are worthy of admission into her family ! How sincerely one pities that poor little Corydon, and how heartily one wishes him success !
"RATHER ALARMING."
LADY: "You wished, sir, I believe, to see me respecting the state of my daughter's affections with a view to a matrimonial alliance with that young lady. If you will walk into the library, my husband and I will discuss the matter with you."
YOUNG CORYDON : " Oh, gracious !"
Leech treats — how admirably ! — another greedy boy, or, rather, two greedy boys.
JACKY : " Hallo, Tommy ! what 'ave you got there ?" TOMMY: "Hoyster!" JACKY : "Oh, give us a bit !"
A Calais oyster, no doubt — large enough for both ; but Tommy will not share his happiness. Intensity of expression pervades him from his open mouth to his fingers' ends. Jacky's face and figure are no less expressive of eagerness to join in the banquet.
If ever man suffered from embarras de richesse, I am that individual in making a selection from the early drawings of Leech ; where all, or nearly all, are so perfect, choice becomes difficult indeed. I cannot resist, however, the one that follows this remark. For perfection of character and richness of humour, it seems to me unsurpassable. The
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doctor's attitude as he contemplates his victim — who seems to have brought with her the huge empty physic-bottles to prove that she has taken all her
:>
"SO YOU HAVE TAKEN ALL YOUR STUFF, AND DON'T FEEL ANY BETTER, EH? WELL, THEN, WE MUST ALTER THE TREAT- MENT. YOU MUST GET YOUR HEAD SHAVED j AND IF YOU WILL CALL HERE TO-MORROW MORNING ABOUT ELEVEN, MY PUPIL WILL PUT A SETON IN THE BACK OF YOUR NECK."
"stuff" — to say nothing of his startling" individuality, is Nature itself; and that immortal pupil with the big knife, smiling in anticipation of the operation
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"to-morrow about eleven"! One can read on the face of the patient a dull realization of the doctor's announcement that only a seton in the back of her neck — whatever that may mean to her — will be of
" AWFUL APPARITION TO A GENTLEMAN WHILST SHAVING IN THE EDGWARE ROAD, SEPTEMBER 29, 1846."
any service now ; and to render the operation successful, she must have her head shaved.
The statue of the Duke of Wellington, which so long disgraced Hyde Park Corner, has disappeared,
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to the satisfaction of the world in general, though there were, I believe, a few dissentients who saw, or said they saw, beauty in one of the most hideous objects ever perpetrated by the hand of man ; yet the "ayes had it," and the monster has departed.
The effigy was manufactured in a studio near Paddington Green, and it was on its journey through the Edgware Road to the arch now on Constitution Hill that the gentleman in Leech's cartoon was startled by a very remarkable object, to say the least of it.
Speaking from my own experience, I have always found a difficulty in giving the effect of wind in a picture ; the action of it on drapery, trees, skies, etc., is — from the almost momentary nature of the gusts — far from an easy task. No one who ever handled a brush or a pencil has been so successful as Leech in conveying the action of wind on every object, and never did he succeed more completely than in an " Awful Scene on the Chain Pier at Brighton," which is, no doubt, somewhat farcical ; but how intensely funny ! Master Charley has gone, and his ma's parasol has accompanied him. The horror-struck nursemaid is almost blown off her feet ; and Charley's brother, also terror-stricken, will be down on his back in a moment ; whilst his little
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sister maintains her equilibrium with great difficulty. The flying hat, and the couple staggering against the blast in the distance, all help to realize for us the exact effect of a wind-storm.
NURSEMAID : " Lawk ! there goes Charley, and he's took his ma's parasol ! What will missus say ?"
As there is no condition in life that has not proved food for Leech's pencil, that of the waiter
WAITER : " Gent in No. 4 likes a holder and a thinner wine, does he ? I wonder how he'll like this bin !"
was fruitful in many never-to-be-forgotten scenes. I introduce one which is very humorous, and scarcely an exaggeration. It is called " How to Suit the
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Taste." A guest seems to have found his port too new and strong.
One of the peculiarities of Leech's art is that 11 time cannot wither it, nor custom stale its infinite variety." I defy the most serious Scotchman to look at the sketch below without laughing at it. As the gentleman who is on the highroad to being
" HOLLO ! Hi ! HERE, SOMEBODY ! I'VE TURNED ON THE HOT WATER, AND I CAN'T TURN IT OFF AGAIN !"
parboiled is in one of the sketches of 1846, many of my readers may see him for the first time. I envy that man ; but though I am very familiar with the wonderful little drawing, a renewed acquaintance is always a delight to me. We know the bather can jump out of the scalding water when he likes, but there he is, with clouds of steam rising about
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him, screaming in deadly terror for " somebody" to come to his rescue.
Here follows a drawing of a different character,
" SYMPTOMS OF A MASQUERADE."
BETTER-HALF (log.) : " Is this what you call sitting up with a sick friend, Mr. Wilkins?"
opening up very appreciable possibilities, and not very pleasant consequences for the hero of the piece. Mr. Wilkins left the domestic hearth to sit up with a sick friend. " Yes, my dear," I can hear
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him say to his spouse, " I may be late ; for if I find I can comfort the poor fellow by my conversation, I cannot find it in my heart to hurry away from him." Wicked Mr. Wilkins ! What was there wrong in going to a masquerade ? and if it was criminal to do so, why leave the evidence of your guilt where Mrs. W. could find it ? Was that a ladys mask ? In the eyes of the outraged wife I dare say it was, though it may only have been used to cover the homely features of the deceiver, whose pale face and empty soda-water bottle plainly prove that the evening's entertainment will not bear the morning's reflections.
The first drawings of " The Rising Generation," in which are portrayed the premature affections and the amusing affectations of the manners and sayings of their elders that, according to Leech, distinguished the jeunesse dord of England, appeared in 1846, and have been so admirably described by Dickens else- where as to leave me only the task of placing some of the drawings before the reader, carefully avoiding those the great writer has noticed so felicitously. The young gentleman in the drawing introduced here would like to catch the pretty creature talking to the fascinating young man under the mistletoe, no doubt ! We know his wicked intentions ; but how
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would he carry them out ? He is not tall enough to reach the lady's elbow ; but love in such passion- ate natures laughs at difficulties, and he will find a
JUVENILE : " I say, Charley, that's a jeuced fine gurl talking to young Fipps ! I should like to catch her under the mistletoe."
way ; and he calls a man old enough to be his father young Fipps ! Delightful little dog ! and no less delightful is his friend Charley, who smiles en- couragement, and would do likewise. These works
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of Leech possess what it is not too much to call an historical interest, as they chronicle truly the dresses of the time. In the object of our young friend's
JUVENILE : '•' Uncle !"
UNCLE: "Now, then, what is it? This is the fourth time you've woke me up, sir."
JUVENILE : " Oh ! just put a few coals on the fire and pass the wine, that's a good old chap !"
admiration, I fancy I see the approach of crinoline, while her ringlets afford a striking contrast to the fringes of the present day. An old lady would now
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create a sensation indeed if she appeared in a turban like that which bedecks the sitting figure.
Again the irrepressible juvenile, under different conditions. Behold him practising upon a very testy old gentleman, who has been so rude, in the estimation of his young nephew, as to go to sleep after dinner.
"THE RISING GENERATION/'
JUVENILE : " Ah, it's all very well ! Love may do for boys and gals ; but we, as men of the world, know 'ow 'ollow it is."
In his notices of the freaks of the rising genera- tion Leech did not confine himself to juveniles of the higher and middle ranks, but occasionally he shows us the young snob, of whom he makes — with
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modifications — the same mannish and amusingly vain creature as his confreres, the little swells. As an illustration, I present my reader with a scene in a coffee-house, in which two friends are refreshing themselves, and exchanging philosophical reflections on the vanities of human life. These lads look like shop-boys, but — in their own estimation — with souls far above their positions in life. The spokesman has found the truth of the poet's description of the course of true love in the conduct of some barmaid who has jilted him, hence his bitterness.
In the year 1847 Leech produced much of his best work, and in justification of this dictum I advise the study of a drawing full of character, humour, and beauty. Thousands of heads of households could vouch for the truth of the situation depicted there, and where is the mistress whose mind has not mis- given her when a request from her pretty servant has been urged that she might "go to chapel this evening " ? " Chapel, indeed !" one can hear her mutter to herself; "I've not the least doubt the baker's man is waiting for her round the corner !" I am loath to find fault with such a work as this, but I do think that perfect maid deserved a more presentable lover than the pudding-faced, knock- kneed soldier who is personating the "bit of ribbin."
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The artist appears to me to charge his story-telling maid with very bad taste indeed. Would the draw- ing have lost, or gained, if Leech had given us a handsome young guardsman instead of this ugly fellow ? He would, at any rate, have made the little fib a little more pardonable. The other figures de- serve careful attention — notably, the youth absorbed in the study of natural history.
SERVANT-MAID : " If you please, mem, could I go out for half an hour to buy a bit of ribbin, mem ?"
If there be amongst my readers any who are unfamiliar with Cruikshank's illustrations of "Oliver Twist," I advise them to turn to them, where they will find a drawing of Fagin in the condemned cell at Newgate, one of the most awful renderings of agonized despair ever depicted by the hand of an artist. This great work is travestied by Leech in a manner so admirable as to make the travesty take rank with the original. Instead of Fagin, see King Louis Philippe smarting under the failure of his schemes and the impending fall^of his dynasty. By the Spanish marriages the veteran trickster destroyed the power which he sought to consolidate.
Domestic troubles and misadventures were re- presented by Leech in many examples, with a sym- pathetic humour that never wearies. A party may
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be assembled for a dinner which is strangely delayed ; conversation flags into silence. The host and hostess become uneasy, when a button-boy appears with the ominous " Oh, if you please, 'm, cook's very sorry, 'm, could she speak to you for a moment ?'' Something has happened ; but we are left in un- certainty as to what it was.
Or the dinner is served, when an alarming an- nouncement is made :
SERVANT (rushing in) : " Oh, goodness gracious, master ! There's the kitchen chimley afire, and two parish ingins a-knock- ing at the street door."
One of the happiest of the servant-gal-isms appears this year — the precursor of many excellent tunes on -the same string — delightfully illustrative of the vanity which we all share, more or less, with our maids. In the picture that follows, the sight of the old lady's new bonnet and a convenient looking- glass have provided an opportunity that the pretty servant could not resist. She must see how she looks in it — and behold the result !
I must refer my readers to Punch's almanac for 1848, copiously illustrated by Leech, for many admirable examples of his many-sided powers. Alas ! my space forbids the reproduction of any of them. Amongst the rest there is one of a gentle-
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man suffering from influenza, which, by the way, seems to have been as prevalent in 1848 as it has been recently, though not so fatal in its effects.
DOMESTIC (soliloquizing) : " Well, I'm sure, missis had better give this new bonnet to me, instead of sticking such a young- looking thing upon her old shoulders." (The impudent minx has immediate warning.)
Our sufferer is visited by a condoling friend : he sits with his feet in hot water, and, with his hand on the bell-pull, he says, " This is really very kind of
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you to call. Can I offer you anything ? A basin
of gruel, or a glass of cough mixture ? Don't say
i" no!
Another of a rich old lady, who stands before a pyramid of oyster-barrels, all sent to her at Christ- mas by her poor relations. Another — but I must pause, and again refer my reader to the almanac.
I find yet one more of the " Rising Generation " series quite irresistible. The two little bucks are perfect, and the idea of such a report as that one of them was engaged to the magnificent woman — whose face we long to see — is so ludicrous as almost to reach the sublime of absurdity. Look at the eagerness with which the precocious youth impresses upon his friend the necessity of contradicting the rumour, and the well-bred and considerate way in which the friend receives a communication which does not surprise him. He does not smile at it. There is nothing astonishing in a man's being in love with such a fine woman, and he will certainly contradict anyone who repeats the report, as his friend desires. If the creatures had been six feet high instead of not so many more inches, they could not have conducted themselves more naturally.
1848 witnessed the fall of the French throne and the tottering of others in Europe. It was a terrible
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time, and though the English throne was safe enough, a great deal of vague alarm existed in this country. The Chartists met in their thousands, and
JUVENILE : " Oh, Charley, if you hear a report that I am going to be married to that girl in black, you can contradict it. There's nothing in it."
prepared a bill of grievances with signatures, making a document, it was said, some miles long. This petition they announced their intention of presenting to Parliament, accompanied by a procession, which VOL. i. 5
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was really to be some miles long ; but they reckoned without their host — of opponents. Special constables were enrolled (amongst whom was Louis Napoleon), soldiers were at hand, skilfully hidden by the great Duke, and the Chartist procession was peacefully stopped long before it got to Westminster.
There were firebrands then as now, and a meeting was called by one of them to be held in Trafalgar Square — see how history repeats itself! — where a ragamuffin assembly appeared ; so did the police, and nothing came of it except a few broken heads and the inimitable drawings by Leech. How ad- mirable they are !
The person who wanted more liberty, equality, and fraternity than was good for him or anybody else, was a Mr. Cochran, and his adherents were called Cochranites.
COCHRANITE : " Hooray ! Veeve ler liberty ! ! Harm your- selves ! ! To the palis ! ! Down with heverythink ! ! ! !"
In the second picture the Cochranite has col- lapsed. A stalwart policeman has taken him in hand, and he cries, " Oh, sir — please, sir — it ain't me, sir. I'm for God save the Queen and Rule Britannier. Boo-hoo! — oh dear! oh dear!" (bursts into tears).
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Below we have another result of the agitation, touched in Leech's happiest manner. A special constable endeavours to arrest an agitator, who evidently objects, and prepares for resistance.
SPECIAL CONSTABLE: "Now mind, you know — if I kill you, it's nothing ; but if you kill me, by Jove ! it's murder !"
A certain Master Jackey was a great favourite of Leech's. In an elaborate work this youth's pranks are chronicled under the heading of " Home for the Holidays." Whether the hero of those adventures
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is the same as he who is pictured in the work I present to my readers I know not. In all proba- bility the taste for practical joking which flourished so vigorously in the holiday scenes began, as we see, in the nursery. Master Jackey has been to the play, where he has witnessed the performances of a contortionist, and, emulous of rivalling the professor, he perils the limbs and lives of his brothers and sisters in his operations. We know of the tendency to imitate in all children, but when the propensity shows itself in the imitation of tricks that require long practice before they can be performed with safety, the game, though amusing to the players, may be very dangerous to the played upon. It is to be hoped that the rush of the terrified mother in this capital scene may be in time to save the baby from a perilous fall. The little brothers have already tasted the consequence of Master Jackey's imita- tion.
The accompanying drawing was suggested by my- self during an after-dinner conversation at a friend's house. The talk had turned on the difficulty that the pronunciation of certain words would prove to one who had dined not wisely but too well, when it occurred to me that "Plesiosaurus" or " Ichthyosaurus" would be troublesome, and I said so. Leech smiled, and
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said nothing, but in Punch of the week following his idea of the difficulty appeared.
"RECREATIONS IN NATURAL HISTORY.
FIRST NATURALIST : " What, the s-s-she-sherpent a-an (hie !) Ich-(hic !)-thyosaurus ! Nonshence !"
SECOND NATURALIST : " Who said Ich-(hic !)-Ichthy-o-saurus ? I said Plesi-o-(hic !)-saurus plainenuff."
The cabman who doesn't know his way about London is exceptional, but he is met with occasion-
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ally, and very provoking he is ; but to have his little trap-door knocked off its hinges because he takes a wrong turning is a punishment in excess of his fault. The young gentleman passenger is of an impatient turn, and he will find that his impatience will have
"CABMAN is SUPPOSED TO HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURNING, THAT'S ALL."
to be paid for unless the cabman is more good- natured than he looks.
Flunkeiana cannot be omitted in this short summary of Leech's work, more especially as the first of a long series is one of the best. Nothing can be conceived more perfect than the man and the
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maid at the seaside — the girl, French from top to toe ; the flunkey, a most perfect type of the class.
FRENCH MAID: "You like — a — ze — seaside — M'sieu Jean Thomas?"
JOHN THOMAS : " Par bokhoo, mamzelle — par bokhoo. I've — aw — been so accustomed to — aw — gaiety in town, that I'm — aw — a'most killed with arnwee down here."
The immortal Briggs made his first appearance in Punch in the year 1849, and with one or two records of his career I regret to say I must close my selected list of Leech's early works. To say I regret this is to say little, for I am obliged to forego numberless delightful works, many as good as, and some perhaps better than, those I have presented to my readers. Mr. Briggs first appears with newspaper in hand in his snug breakfast-room, listening to a complaint from the housemaid that a slate is off the roof, and the servant's bedroom in danger of being flooded. Mr. Briggs replies that the sooner it is put to rights the better, before it goes any further — and he will see about it. Mr. Briggs does see about it ; he sees the builder, who tells him that " a little compo " is all that is wanted. The drawings show that eight or ten men are required to manage the little compo, much to Mr. Briggs' astonishment.
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In the next scene a huge scaffolding is raised, and a small army of labourers are at work on Mr. Briggs's roof. A noise enough to wake the dead has awoke Mr. Briggs at the unpleasant hour of five in the morning. Flower-pots and bricks fall past his dressing-room window. He finds "no time has been lost, and that the workpeople have already commenced putting the roof to rights." The builder would not be true to his craft if he did not improve the occasion and show his employer how easy, now that the workpeople were about, it would be to make certain additions in the shape of a conservatory, etc., to the house. Briggs weakly listens to the voice of the charmer ; walls are battered down to enlarge the dining-room, and the entrance-hall is enlarged. Mr. Briggs's health gives way, and he calls in the doctor, who prescribes horse exercise.
I think it was at one of those never-to-be-for- gotten dinners at Egg's that, the talk having turned upon shooting experiences, Dickens said that the sudden rising of a cock-pheasant under one's nose was like a firework let off 'in that uncongenial locality. The following week Leech subjected Mr. Briggs to the startling experience so admirably recorded in the drawing which faces this page.
For a further acquaintance with Mr. Briggs's per-
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formances on horseback, as well as his escapades with gun and fishing-rod, I must content myself with referring those curious on the matters to the pages of Punch, where they will find entertainment that is inexhaustible.
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CHAPTER III.
MR. PERCIVAL LEIGH AND LEECH.
IN the death of Mr. Percival Leigh, which took place a short time ago, the last member of the original staff of Punch passed away. Mr. Leigh never married, and died at a very advanced age. I frequently met him in society, where his refined and gentle manners, and his quaintly humorous con- versation, were what might have been anticipated from the author of " Pips his Diary," the " Comic Grammars," and other contributions to the paper to which he was so long and so faithfully attached. From the days of their fellow - studentship at St. Bartholomew's (with a short interval), to the time of Leech's death, a firm friendship existed between these two distinguished men.
Much alike in their sense of humour, they also resembled each other in numberless amiable qualities of heart and mind. Leigh's pen was as free from
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personality, and as conspicuous for the gentleness with which it dealt with folly, as Leech's pencil. In early and late days, when Leech was in trouble, Leigh's was the hand — amongst others — ever ready to help ; and to those who can read between the lines in the paper which Mr. Leigh has contributed to this book, there will be little difficulty in discovering the "friend" who found purchasers for work that the producer was barred (in a double sense) from selling for himself.
I see little or no reason for weakening my asser- tion that Leech arrived at his supreme eminence without any art education ; for the slight mechanical knowledge of the art of drawing upon wood which he acquired from Mr. Orrin Smith, a wood-engraver, is no more worthy the name of art-teaching, than the few lessons in etching given to Leech by George Cruikshank can be called art-education. Following the example of Sir John Millais, Mr. Percival Leigh (to whom, it will be remembered, Millais recom- mended my predecessor, Mr. Evans, to apply) fur- nished the following remarks for this memoir.
Said Mr. Leigh: " Orrin Smith has been dead many years. How long Leech was with him I cannot say precisely. Perhaps a twelvemonth or thereabouts. Smith was a sociable and rather a
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clever man, but according to Leech, occasionally so economical that he would now and then try to get a little gratuitous work out of him. On one occasion Smith asked him to introduce a few figures, so as to put a touch of action into a drawing on wood, meant to illustrate a serious little book, the work of a clergyman. The scene represented was a quiet churchyard. Leech improved it with a group of little boys larking and boxing.
"Of course these embellishments, on discovery, were objected to as painfully incongruous, and had to be cancelled. I forget whether or no they had been actually engraven before they were taken out."
Thus far Mr. Leigh. I think I can interpret the incongruity. I fancy I can hear Leech say, after previous unrequited sketches, " Oh, hang it ! this is too bad. Well, here goes ; he shall have a few figures, and I hope he'll like 'em."
Mr. Leigh continues : " The post-office envelope was one of Leech's successes ; so were the ' Comic Histories ' of England and Rome, and the ' Comic Blacks tone '; but his growth in popularity was gradual. He had previously illustrated 'Jack Brag' for Bentley, and subsequently various articles for Bentleys Miscellany, particularly the ' Ingoldsby
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Legends,' as well as other ephemeral works of the same publisher ; amongst them the ' Comic Latin ' and ' English ' Grammars, and the ' Children of the Mobility,' a travesty of the ' Children of the Nobility,' long since out of print. He also furnished coloured illustrations to the * Fiddle- Faddle Fashion-book,' a whimsical satire on the fopperies and literary absurdities of the period, also out of print."
I venture again to interrupt the current of Mr. Leigh's narrative with a word or two on the " Fiddle-Faddle " book. A copy of it, date 1840, has been lent to me. The literary portion, con- sisting mainly of a thrilling story of brigand life, the blood-curdling tenor of which may be imagined from the title, " Grabalotti the Bandit; or, The Emerald Monster of the Deep Dell," is the work of Mr. Leigh. The story opens thus :
" Italia ! oh, Italia ! blooming birthplace of beauty ! land of lazzaroni and loveliness ! clime of complines and cruelty, of susceptibility and sacri- lege, of roses and revenge ! thy bright, blue, boundless skies serene I love ; thy verdant vales, volcanoes, vines, and virgins ! Thy virgins ? ay, thy bright-eyed, dark-haired virgins. I love them— how I love them, though mine, alas ! they ne'er can be ! And there was one who, in earlier, happier
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hours, before these locks were — no matter. Let me proceed with the calmness becoming a narrator with my tale."
And he proceeds "with a vengeance" to let us know that the spokesman of the above is an artist who had "halted in a deep ravine in the Abruzzi (where, on each side, the cliffs frowned like fiends upon the quailing traveller) to transfer to my port- able sketch-book a slight souvenir of the celestial scene. Absorbed in my enthralling occupation, I heeded not the approach of a visitant ; it was there- fore with surprise, not unmingled with alarm, that I was aroused by a tap upon the shoulders, accom- panied by the following sarcastic greeting :
" ' Is thy maternal parent, young man, aware of thine absence from home ?'
" ' Quite so/ I replied, in a tremulous tone, anxiously glancing round to behold the speaker.
" My acquaintance with literature — to say nothing of my constant attendance at the opera — at once con- vinced me that I was in the hands of a brigand."
Had there been " any possible doubt whatever," it would have been instantly dispelled ; for after " smiling in demoniacal derision," the disturber of the sketcher said, "deliberately and tranquilly, as he levelled a pistol at my head :
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" * Thy wealth or thy existence !'
" My sole remaining ducat was offered in vain. At the shrill sound of his whistle the crags bristled with bandits, and fifty carbines were pointed at my person. Blue with boiling agony, I made as a last resource the Masonic sign. It succeeded. At another signal every carbine was lowered, and breathless expectation brooded over the heart of its bearer."
The bandits, however, were not so easily satisfied ; for "a murmur of impatience, mingled with dis- content, arose, like the billows of emotion, amongst the troop, and some twenty weapons again kissed with their stocks as many manly shoulders.
" ' Back, slaves, for your lives !' shouted the infuriated Grabalotti, throwing himself in front of me. ' One moment more, and, by the blood-stained power of the thundering Avalanche, the foremost of you dies !'
" Cowering in cream like humility, each individual reversed his implement of death — all but one. A ball from the pistol of Grabalotti instantly crashed through his brain. For a moment he writhed in sable pangs ; then all was over, and darkness mantled over his impetuosity for ever. Then, turning towards me, the brigand chief gave me a civil invitation to spend the day with him, which,
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under existing circumstances, I thought it best to accept. On our way I took the opportunity thus furnished me to survey my lawless companion. He was at least six feet and a half, independent of the coverings of his feet, in height ; his air was stern and commanding ; raven ringlets clustered down to his shoulders. Premature intensity glowed in his volcanic eyes ; his nose was Roman, and he wore mustachios. The lines in the lower part of his face were indicative of death - fraught concentration ; and the teeth, frequently disclosed by his smile of pervading bitterness, were remarkably white. The gloom of his conical hat was mocked by gay ribands. He wore a jacket of green velvet (an expensive . article), lustrously gemmed with gold buttons ; and those portions of his dress for which our language has no proper appellation were richly meandered with superior lace. His legs were variously swathed in the manner so characteristic of his profession. The carbine that slept in a snowy belt at his back ; the pistols bickering in his girdle ; and the stiletto reposing, like candid innocence, in its silver sheath, with its ivory handle protruding from his sash, were all of the most ornamental and valuable description."
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" the dwelling of the bandit, which was eligibly situate among the most romantic scenery."
Signor Grabalotti conducted his visitor to a " table groaning with fruit, and supporting six sacramental chalices filled with the richest wine."
The brigand has made a great haul of prisoners, whose friends have not shown the alacrity in rescuing them required by their captor, who, by way of entertaining his guest, orders them all, to the amount of a dozen, into his presence, and, arranging them in a row " along a trench in the background," with the assistance of twelve of his men, has them all shot.
" Almost ere the smoke had cleared away, the earth was shovelled over the bodies.
" ' And now,1 said the chief, ' for a dance in honour of our guest.'
" Four-and-twenty brisk young bandits, clad in jackets, green array, were instantly joined by as many maidens, each wearing the square coiffure, short dress, and petite apron, and otherwise fully attired in the costume of the country. Each robber provided himself with a partner, and a festive dance was performed with great spirit to a popular air.
1 'Their gaiety was at its height, when suddenly the sound of a distant bell stole with milky gentle-
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ness on the ear. In an instant all present fell on their knees, and, with their arms devoutly crossed upon their breasts, raised, in heavenly unison, their hymn of votive praise to the Virgin."
Here endeth the first chapter of the " Emerald Monster of the Deep Dell."
As ua satire on the literary absurdities of the day," to quote its author, this capital fooling could not be surpassed ; indeed, to those who remember, as the present writer can distinctly, the effusions in prose and verse — or, as Jerrold called it, " prose and worse"-— that more or less filled the pages of the Keepsakes, the Books of Gems and Beauty of a long bygone time, the " Monster of the Deep Dell " is scarcely a caricature.
But I have not yet done with him. The second chapter is devoted to an account in Grabalotti language of the early life and loves of the interest- ing bandit :
" Rino Grabalotti is my name," he says. " Italy is my nation ; the Deep Dell is my dwelling-place, and — but no ! never shall monkish cant pollute the lips to baleful imprecation attuned for ever. Let the blue and hideous glare of the lightning, and the ghastly gleam of the hag-ridden meteor, illumine the deeds of my doing. Growl, ye thunders !
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Roar, ye tempests! Yell, ye fiends, and howl in hideous harmony a prelude to my tale !"
He then proceeds to inform the artist (who, with an eye for copy, ventures to hint " that an outline of his history would be interesting ") that he was the son of a priest, and born in Naples ; and naturally much annoyed by the scandalous irregu- larity of his birth, he devotes his life to robbing and murdering as many of his fellow-creatures as good fortune places in his hands in the practice of his profession.
But I anticipate. Grabalotti declines to say much about his infancy ; he seems to have been pretty often reminded of the scandal of his birth, and as often he registered a vow that, sooner or later, he would close for ever the mouths of the slan- derers.
"It was in my sixteenth summer,'' he continues, " that I really began to live. Though in years a boy, I was in all else a man. Passion hurtled in my darkening eye, and plunged my heart in lava. I loved ; what Italian at my age does not ? Yes ; I — the ruthless, the scathed, the smouldering, the sanguinary, the Emerald Monster of the Deep Dell —I, even I, gasped with tortuous anguish in the maddening transports of Cupid."
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Giulia is the name of the fair creature who has caused the eruption of this volcanic passion ; and on what the bandit-lover calls " an evening of rosy gladness," he seeks his fair enslaver's window, guitar in hand. But the voice, " which was the best at a barcarole of any in Naples," had raised a very few love notes, when a rough voice ex- claims :
" * What dost thou here, spurious offspring of sacrilege ?' accompanying the inquiry by an equally rough salutation from behind (oh, madness !) — ' begone !'
" Confusion simmered in my brain. Frenzied, I turned ; one stroke of my stiletto, and my wounded honour was salved — with gore. It was that of Giulia's father !"
This sudden death of the author of her being offended Giulia, and she solemnly renounced young Grabalotti for ever. This intimation, conveyed in a mixture of " indignation mingled with scorn," had an extraordinary effect. Says the lover :
" Twisting in bitterness awhile I lingered, then rushed distracted from the spot, and fled hissing with desperation to the mountains."
The beauties of the Deep Dell produced no soothing effect on the desperate bitterness that
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twisted the soul of Grabalotti ; he issued from the Dell to "soak and steep his heart in blood."
" The dewy wail of infancy, the piercing zest of female innocence, and the tremulous pleading of piping feebleness, all mocked at the radiance of the crimson steel, have poured their bootless incense o'er my breast. . . . Ha, ha ! The nun, her dove- like innocence devastated, has broiled like a chestnut amid the ashes of her convent," etc.
More " copy " in the style of the above is im- parted to the artist. But an interruption takes place. A brigand enters, and so irritates the monster by the abruptness of his appearance that, had not the pistol with which his impatient master received him missed fire, his brains would have been scattered to the winds of heaven.
"'Ha! dost thou dare to break in upon my mood ?' roared Grabalotti.
" ' Come to tell you,' said the robber (speaking in the greatest possible haste), 'that the nun who escaped the sacking of the convent has been taken.'
" * Do as you list with her, and chop her head off! Stay, I would fain see it when it is done ; and here, take this purse for the risk thou hast encountered."
Yet another interruption — this time in the person of a brigand spy disguised as a peasant. The chief
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anticipates startling and perhaps unpleasant news, and saying : " ' Excuse me, signer, for a few mo- ments,' he retires with his emissary."
Grabalotti was absent some little time, during which the artist ''added another sketch to his small collection," when the monster returned, and informed his guest "in a lively tone" that they were about to have " some fun."
" ' Of what description ?' inquired the artist.
" ' In an hour's time we shall be attacked by the military,' " to whom he promises a warm reception ; and in the event of the robbers being overpowered by numbers, "a train communicates writh the maga- zine below."
" Here the head of the unfortunate nun made its appearance on a silver dish. Its loveliness, even in death, was intensely overpowering. With a grin of fiendish malice, Grabalotti seized it by the hair, but no sooner did the features meet his eye, than he relinquished his hold and fell, senseless, backwards, faintly gasping, like a dying echo, ' 'Tis she ! 'Tis Giulia!!'"
Unless the artist guest was possessed of courage uncommon among our fraternity, he could not have contemplated being blown into the air with the robbers, or being shot by the soldiers, with equa-
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nimity ; and he must have been much relieved in any case by Grabalotti, who, when "the violence of frantic ferocity" had given way to "the calm pro- fundity of despair," muttered in a low and suppressed tone : " Nay, thou shalt live to tell the world my story !" and to enable his guest to do this eventually, " in a tone of sweetest melancholy " he said :
" Stranger, hence ! thy further stay is perilous. Yon by-path will conduct thee to the valleys."
Rising from "the valleys" was a crag, to the summit of which half an hour's walk would take the artist, and from thence he was assured that "if he turned his gaze backwards he should see some- thing worth seeing."
The narrator tells us that he reached the crag in twenty-nine minutes exactly.
" For one minute I gazed in the direction of the Brigands' Haunt, from which, precisely at the expira- tion of that time, a vivid flash of flame, shooting into the air, accompanied by a dense column of smoke, and followed by a terrific explosion, proclaimed too plainly the last achievement of the Emerald Monster of the Deep Dell."
Mr. Percival Leigh contributes a second story to the " Fiddle-Faddle Fashion-book," in which the
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novel of fashionable life, not uncommon fifty years ago, is satirized under the title of " Belleville : a Tale of Fashionable Life," not less happily than the sanguinary and terribly romantic writers are treated in the burlesque of Grabalotti. The " Clara Matilda poets" of the Keepsake time are also amusingly parodied in some short poems, which, with comic ad- vertisements, occasionally very humorous, fill up the literary portion of the " Fiddle-Faddle Fashion-book."
This book is not the only one in which Leech's powers have been enlisted — I was nearly saying prostituted — in publications devoted to eccentricities in dress and the caprices of fashion. In illustrations by him of the tale of fashionable life, or of Graba- lotti, the genius of that great artist would have had full play ; but as the draughtsman of fashion-plates it was, in my opinion, degraded. In vindication of my judgment I present my readers with two plates from the " Fiddle-Faddle" book, in which Leech portrays — no doubt under direction — caprices of fashion which could only have existed in his own imagination, and produced with a feeling of carica- ture that is so conspicuous by its absence, in his usual work.
I now return to the paper which Mr. Leigh wrote with a view to this memoir.
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That Leigh and Leech first met as students at St. Bartholomew's Hospital, I have noted elsewhere ;
and the details of his apprenticeship to the eccentric surgeon, which Mr. Leigh heard from Leech him-
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self, I have also given, with the exception of one incident of which I was ignorant.
" In his dispensary," says Mr. Leigh, "the doctor had one drawer amongst his boxes, in which there were pills of gentle efficacy, intended to be served out (they were made, I believe, of bread and soap) to the generality of his customers. This receptacle bore the label of * Pil. Hum.,' — abbreviation of hum- bug— or, as their concoctor used to call them, ' Hum- bugeraneous Pills.' The Dr. Cockle to whom, Mr. Leigh says, Leech went after he left Mr. Whittle, was the son of the inventor of Cockle's Pills.
" No sooner had he become of age," continues Mr. Leigh, " than he was induced, in order to meet difficulties for which he was not responsible, to accept an accommodation bill, which the drawer of, when it fell due, failed to supply the means of meeting. Leech was consequently arrested for debt at the suit of this discounter, and lodged in a sponging-house kept by a sheriff's officer, a Jew, by name (I think) of Levi, in Newman Street. There he remained about a fortnight, supporting himself in the meanwhile by drawing cartoons and caricatures. He lithographed them on stone for Spooner, in the Strand, at a guinea each, a friend having negotiated their sale.
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" At last, an advance of money on a projected publication sufficient to discharge the debt having been obtained, he was liberated. But not long after, a second scrape — a repetition of the first — cost him another temporary sojourn with another Jew in another sponging-house in Cursitor Street. This detention, however, lasted but a few days. From that period to the close of his life he remained subject to repeated demands for pecuniary assistance under continued pressure, which, as at the outset, he could not withstand. The deficits he had to defray were always heavy ; the last of them, as I understand, a thousand pounds. It cost him very hard work to make it good. Excess of generosity was his greatest failing."
I have no means of knowing, nor do I desire to know, who the borrowers were to whom Percival Leigh alludes ; but his revelations make the fact of Leech having died a comparatively poor man com- prehensible enough. If ever man was killed by overwork, Leech was that man, and this must be a painful reflection for those whose incessant demands upon him made it only possible for him to meet them by the incessant exertions which destroyed him.
Mr. Leigh's paper concludes with the anecdote that follows :
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" Leech and Albert Smith worked together very harmoniously as illustrator and writer in several books — * Ledbury,' * Brinvilliers,' and many others — and one day when they were leaving Smith's house together, a street -boy stepped up to them, and scoffing at the inscription on Smith's large brass door-plate, cried :
"<Oh yes ! Mr. Albert Smith, M.R.C.S., Surgeon- Dentist.'
" ' Good boy !' said Leech, putting a penny into the boy's hand ; ' now go and insult somebody else.'"
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CHAPTER IV.
MEETING OF MULREADY AND LEECH.
MR. MULREADY, R.A., was commissioned by the authorities to design a postal envelope for general use, a penny stamp affixed insuring free delivery of letters all over England. The design, which should have been of a simple character, was far too ornate and elaborate. At the top Britannia was represented in the act of despatching winged messengers with letters to all parts of the world, and down the sides of the envelope were the recipients of letters which had conveyed heart-breaking news to one side, and good tidings to the other. As a work of art the Mulready envelope has, in my opinion, great merit, but it was ludicrously inappropriate to the purposes for which it was intended. Leech saw and seized the opportunity, with the result appended.
The signature of the bottled leech, so familiar
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afterwards, is used here as Mulready's signature, and " thereby hangs a tale," which, though the burden
III
of it deals with a future time, I venture to introduce in this place.
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My friend Augustus Egg, R.A., who lived in a charming house in Queen's Road, Bays water, was not only well known as an excellent artist, but also as being the Amphitryon whose hospitality was famous, and whose dinners were still more famous by reason of the guests who were wont to surround his table. Where is the hungry man who would not have been enchanted to meet Dickens and Leech, Mark Lemon and John Forster (Dickens's biographer), Hawkins, Q.C. (now the judge), Land- seer, Mulready, Webster, and other artists less famous ? Of these dinners I shall have something to say by-and-by ; at present I confine myself to one special occasion.
It was on one day during the year 1847 that Egg said to me :
" You know Mulready better than I do ; I wish you would go and get him to fix a day to dine here — any day next week will suit me. Leech wants to meet him ; and, somehow or other, though both have dined here frequently, they have never met."
" Good," said I ; " I will do your bidding."
And on the following Sunday I called upon Mulready.
" Egg will be pleased if you will dine with him any day next week, sir, that you may be disengaged.
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He expects the usual set — Dickens, Landseer, Leech, and the rest. You have never met Leech, I think ; he is very desirous to make your acquaint-
ance."
"Ah, is he? Well, I don't care about knowing Leech."
" Really, sir " (it was always the Johnsonian sir to the old gentleman), said I, when I had recovered from my surprise, "may I ask why you won't meet Leech ?"
" Yes, you may," said the old painter, " and I will tell you. Of course you remember that unfortunate postal envelope that I designed ? Well, Leech caricatured it. You needn't look so surprised— you don't think I am such a fool as to mind being carica- tured ; but I do mind being represented as a blood- sucker ! What else can he mean by using that infernal little leech in a bottle in the front of his caricature as my signature ? You know well enough, Frith, that I have never asked monstrous prices for my pictures. You fellows get better paid for your work than I ever did, and you wouldn't like to be called blood-suckers, I expect."
Mr. Mulready was an Irishman, and rather a peppery one ; and I am happy to say that I over- came my disposition to laugh in his face mainly
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through a feeling of astonishment that my old friend could be ignorant of the ordinary way in which Leech signed his drawings.
" Do you happen to have a number of Punch by you, Mr. Mulready?" said I.
" No ; as a languid swell said when he was asked that same question, ' I am no bookworm ; I never see Punch: "
As I could not give my angry friend ocular proof of his mistake by producing the usual signature to Punch drawings, I set to work to explain how the little leech came into the bottle, and, without much difficulty, convinced my old friend that an insult to him was not intended.
The two artists met ; and it was delightful to watch Leech's handsome face as Mulready himself told of his misconception. First there was a serious, almost pained, expression, which, no doubt, arose in that tender heart from being the innocent cause of pain to another ; the serious look passed off, to give place to a smile, which broadened into a roar of laughter. From that moment Leech and Mulready were fast friends.
With an apology for the interruption, I return to my narrative.
Alas ! I can well remember the appearance of the
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" Sketches by Boz," to be so quickly followed by the " Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club." None but those who witnessed it can conceive the enthu- siasm with which that immortal work was received by an eager public, who welcomed each number as it appeared, month after month, with hearty appre- ciation. Of course, there were carping critics, one of whom is reported to have said the author would " S° UP ^ke a rocket and come down like a stick." That prophet, a man of much literary ability, drank himself into a debtors' prison, where, I was told, he died of delirium tremens.
There is, I think, a vein of melancholy unusually developed in the nature of almost all humorists. As an instance, I may give the actor Liston, whose humour on the stage was to me unparalleled ; off it, he was gloom personified. Gillray, the caricaturist, died melancholy mad ; and poor Seymour, the first illustrator of " Pickwick," committed suicide. I may remark in this place the surprise with which I heard Leech say that he could see no fun in any of Sey- mour's sketches.
In a walk that we took together, I tried to con- vert him by naming several examples of what ap- peared to me humorous work.
" No," said Leech ; "the only drawing I ever saw
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by Seymour that appeared funny to me was one in which two cockneys were represented out shoot- ing. They are about to load their guns, when one says to the other :
"'I say, which do you put in first — powder or shot ?'
" 'Why, powder, to be sure,' said his friend.
" ' Do you ?' was the reply. ' Then I don't !' "
I can vividly recall the shock occasioned by Seymour's death. He was fairly prosperous, I believe. His engagement to illustrate " Pickwick " was a lucrative one, and he was much employed in other work. In spite of all these advantages, the humorist's melancholy was fatal to him.
I was present at the banquet at the Royal Academy when Thackeray, in returning thanks for literature — Dickens being present — told us how, on finding there was a vacancy for an illustrator of 4< Pickwick," he took a parcel of drawings to the author and applied for the place. From my own knowledge of Thackeray's limited powers as an artist, I should have been sure of the failure of his application. Very different would have been the fate of Leech, who was also anxious to supply Seymour's place ; but he was too late, for Dickens had already chosen Hablot K. Browne, who, under
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the sobriquet of " Phiz," worked in harmony with his author for very many years. There was no doubt a disposition on the part of " Phiz" to exag- geration in his illustration of Dickens' characters (already fully charged, so to speak, by their author), sometimes to the verge of caricature, and even beyond it ; this fault Leech would have avoided, as his exquisite etchings in Dickens' Christmas books fully prove.
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CHAPTER V.
" THE PHYSIOLOGY OF EVENING PARTIES," BY ALBERT SMITH.
I HAVE already spoken of the extreme difficulty of collecting material for this book, and to difficulty must be added the expense which is incurred by my publisher. I bear the latter affliction with the equanimity common to those who escape it ; indeed, there is a kind of satisfaction in finding that books which are perfectly worthless as literary productions are so highly valued on account of the prints which illustrate them. I venture to give an instance in a very little book called " The Physiology of Evening Parties," written by Albert Smith. My reader will be able to judge by the extracts given in explana- tion of the drawings, of the merits of Mr. Smith's part in the " Physiology." This work, published at 2s. 6d. when clean and new, costs i8s. 6d. when well " worn on the edge of time," yellow, dirty, and
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unbound. The " Physiology " first saw the light in 1840. I plead again for forgiveness for chrono- logical shortcomings, which my difficulties make unavoidable.
My first illustration represents a mamma and her two daughters in the serious business of selecting guests for an evening party.
" It is evening," says Mr. Albert Smith ; " mamma and her two daughters are seated at a table arranging the names of the visitors upon the back of an old letter, having turned out the dusty record of the card-basket before them in order that no one of importance may be forgotten.
" ELLEN (loc.) : ' I am sure I don't see why we should invite the Harveys, mamma. They have been here twice, and never asked us back again.'
" FANNY : ' And we shall see those dreadful silver poplins again ; they must be intimately acquainted with the cane- work of all the rout-seats in London.'
" ELLEN : ' And William Harvey is so exceedingly disagreeable ; he always looks at the ciphers on the plate to see if it is borrowed or not.'
" FANNY : ' And last year he declared the pine- apple ice was full of little square pieces of raw potato ; and when Mr. Edwards broke a tumbler at supper he told him " not to mind, for they were
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only tenpence apiece in Tottenham Court Road." The low wretch ! he thought he had made a capital joke.'
11 MAMMA : ' Well, my dears, I think your papa will be annoyed if they are left out ; but never mind him — we won't ask them."1
The discussion respecting the guests goes on,
"MAMMA AND THE GIRLS."
opinion as to eligibility widely differing. Mamma proposes Mr. and Mrs. Howard and the four girls, to which Miss Ellen says :
' 'All dressed alike, and standing up in every quadrille. I declare I will get George Conway to put an ice in Harriet's chair for her to sit down upon, in revenge for her waltzing last year, when
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she brushed down the Joan of Arc, and knocked its head off."
This refined conversation continues till Miss Ellen speaks of her brother's disposition to interfere with the invitation-list ; she says :
" ' We must tell Tom not to overdo us so much with his own friends. I declare last year I did not
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"Two RUDE YOUNG MEN."
know half the young men in the room ; and it was so very awkward when you had to introduce them." " FANNY : ' And they were not nice persons. Two of them were in the pit of the Lyceum the next night, and, seeing us in Mr. Arnold's box, would stare us out of countenance. With a single glass, too P "
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"And in this style," says our author, "the list is arranged, the hostess gradually becoming a prey to isinglass and acute mental inquietude, which gradually increases as the day draws nearer, until upon the morning of its arrival her very brain is
" THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE."
almost turned to blancmange from the intensity of her anxiety !"
The whole house is, of course, turned topsy- turvy ; and Leech gives us a picture of the master of the mansion surrounded by some of the conse- quences of giving an evening party.
" This state of things," says the chronicler,
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" much delights the olive-branches of the family, who, left entirely alone, and quite overlooked in the general mdfee, divert themselves by poking their little puddy fingers into the creams, and scooping out the insides of divers patties with a doll's leg," etc., etc.
"AN OLIVE-BRANCH.
The ball begins under sundry difficulties. A most desirable person, " one for whom the party was almost given, sends a melancholy statement of the very acute attack of influenza under which they are labouring," which they extremely regret will pre- vent their accepting, etc. Then one of the intended belles of the evening is obliged to go suddenly into the country, to see a sick aunt, but "she sends her two brothers — tall, gangling, awkward young men who wear pumps and long black stocks, and throw
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their legs about when they are dancing everywhere but over their shoulders," etc., etc., says the author. Here is what Leech thinks of the two brothers. 1 have never met with the word " gangling "
" Two ' GANGLING ' YOUNG MEN."
before ; is it an invention of Mr. Albert Smith's ? I can speak to the truth of the dress of these long brothers, for I who write have worn the long black stock and the peculiarly cut coat and waistcoats at many an evening party.
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The numerous illustrations of " The Physiology " are such perfect examples of Leech's earlier work, and in themselves so good, that I am induced to produce several more of them. I don't know whether the fascinating person under the hands of the hair- dresser is Miss Ellen or Miss Fanny. I confess I can scarcely believe she would talk like either of
" PREPARING FOR THE BALL."
them ; happy barber ! perfect you are as you ply your vocation ; and in that vocation — insomuch as you have that sweet creature to contemplate — to be envied indeed !
Then we have the greengrocer, " who is to assist in waiting. ... He wears white cotton gloves with very long fingers, and was never known to announce a name correctly, so the astonished
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visitor is ushered into the. room under any other appellation than his own."
" THE ASSISTANT- WAITER."
"THE BAND."
The band must not be forgotten. " The music arrives," says the writer, " sometimes in the shape of
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a single pianist of untiring fingers and unclosing eyes ; sometimes as a harp, piano, and cornopean, who are immediately installed in a corner of the room with two chairs, a music-stool, and a bottle of marsala."
I ask my reader to note the individuality in the four faces in this drawing — and in the figures no less than in the heads — each a strongly-marked per- sonality precisely appropriate to the instrument upon which he performs. How admirable is the cornet- a-piston gentleman contrasted with the pianoforte player !
The mistress of the house is described as making " uphill attempts at conversation " pending the arrival of a sufficient number of guests to make up a quadrille. Two old ladies, however, have already put in an appearance, and have taken posses- sion of the best seats to " see the dancing," from which all attempts to move them to the card-room are successfully resisted. There they sit, poor old wallflowers ! with all the advantage that " false hair and turbans " can give them. Though the execution of this drawing lacks the perfection of workman- ship of Leech's later manner, he never surpassed it in expression and character.
The music " strikes up," the lady of the house
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throws a comprehensive coup a" ceil over her assembled visitors, and at last pitches upon a tall young man — whom some of yoii may have met before — with short hair, spectacles, and turned-up wristbands, as if he was about to wash his hands with his coat on. His
" WALLFLOWERS."
fate is sealed, and she advances towards him, blandly exclaiming :
" Mr. Ledbury, allow me to introduce you to a partner."
My own readers have heard of Mr. Ledbury ; but as I think they are unacquainted with his per-
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sonal appearance, I propose to introduce him to them, and here he is —
u MR. LEDBURY."
Mr. Ledbury is " presented to a bouquet with a young lady attached to it " — a Miss Hamilton — who freezes him completely. A quadrille is formed. Mr. Ledbury cudgels his brains for five minutes. The young partner seems to be "searching after some imaginary object amongst the petals of her bouquet." The mountainous Ledbury brain is in labour. Behold the production !
" MR. L. ' Have you been to many parties this season ?'
" Miss H. * Not a great many.'
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Miss Hamilton continues the bouquet investiga- tion. The gentleman invents another sentence.
" MR. L. ' What do you think of Alfred Tenny- son ?J
" Miss H. 'I am sorry to say I have not heard his poetry. Have you ?'
"MR. LEDBURY AND Miss HAMILTON."
" MR. L. * Oh yes ! several times.'
Mr. Ledbury waits to be asked about " Mariana " and " Locksley Hall." No inquiry, so he " rubs up an idea upon another tack " :
"MR. L. ' What do you think of our vis-a- vis ?
"Miss H. < Which one?'
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" MR. L. 'The lady with that strange head-dress. Do you know her ?'
" Miss H. ' It is Miss Brown — my cousin.' '
Mr. Ledbury wishes he could fall through a trap in the floor.
The quadrille continues, with occasional attempts on the part of the brilliant couple to make conversa- tion. The acme of imbecility seems to be reached when the lady asks if Mr. L. plays any instrument ? He replies that he plays the flute a little. Does she admire it ?
" Oh, so very much !" she says.
A waltz is proposed, but that form of dancing is, says our author, "never established without a pro- longed desire on the part of everybody to relinquish the honour of commencing it. At last the example is set by one daring pair, timidly followed by another couple, and then by another, who get out of step at the end of the first round, and after treading severely upon the advanced toes of the old lady in a very flowery cap and plum - coloured satin (one of our faded wallflowers), who is sitting out at the top of the room, and who from that instant deprecates waltzing as an amusement not at all consistent with her ideas of feminine decorum."
The young lady in this drawing has much of
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Leech's charm ; but I should scarcely have selected it were it not for the figure of the gentleman, which exactly resembles that of Leech himself as I first knew him. If conservatories, or even staircases,
THE WALTZ."
could speak, what flirtations they could chronicle, what love-tales they could tell ! Mr. Smith says "you will have to confess your inability to imagine what on earth the gentleman with the long hair, who
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is carefully balancing himself on one leg against the flowerpot-stand, and the pretty girl with the bouquet, can find to talk about so long, so earnestly."
I for one beg Mr. Albert Smith's pardon. I can easily imagine what they are talking about.
"!N THE CONSERVATORY."
It would be a grave omission if " The Belle of the Evening" were left out of these extracts from the " Physiology of Evening Parties." Let me present her, then. Now listen to the flourish with which the author introduces her :
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" Room for beauty ! The belle of the evening claims our next attention, the lovely dark-eyed girl so plainly yet so elegantly dressed, who wears her hair in simple bands over her fair forehead, un- encumbered by flower or ornament of any kind, and moves in the light of her own beauty as the presid-
"THE BELLE OF THE EVENING."
ing goddess of the room, imparting fragrance to the enamoured air that plays around her !"
Rather tall talk, this, but excusable, perhaps, as applied to the lovely creature Leech has drawn for us.
I feel I cannot close these extracts more appropri-
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ately than by allowing Mr. Ledbury to appear again at the moment of his departure from a scene in which he has so distinguished himself by his con- versational, as well as by his terpsichorean, powers. He was destined to be guilty of one more folly — that of thinking he had but to ask for his hat to get it.
" He walks downstairs," says Mr. Smith, " under
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" MR. LEDBURY'S HAT."
the insane expectation of finding his own hat, or madly deeming that the ticket pinned upon it corre- sponds with the one in his waistcoat pocket."
Here I take my leave of " The Physiology of Evening Parties " in presenting my reader with this charming little drawing, in which one scarcely knows which to admire most — the bewildered expression of
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Mr. Ledbury as he ruefully contemplates the rim of his hat, or the sympathetic, half-laughing face of the perfect little maid. The artistic qualities of this illustration are excellent. I say good-bye to "Evening Parties" only to meet Mr. Albert Smith again in a work by him called " Comic Tales and Pictures of Life," published, I think, about the time of the " Evening Parties," or perhaps earlier, for the illustrations are, on the whole, inferior to those in the latter production. The work under notice is com- posed of a series of short stories, in which love, comedy, and deep tragedy play alternate parts. Leech's attention is mainly devoted to the comic scenes.
We are told of a Mr. Percival Jenks, whose frequent visits to the theatre have led to the loss of his heart to a beauteous ballet-girl. " The third ballet-girl from the left-hand stage-box, with the golden belt and green wreath, in the Pas des Guir- landes, or lyres, or umbrellas, or something of the kind, had enslaved his susceptible affections."
No one knew who Mr. Jenks was, or what he was. Even his landlady's information about him was confined to the idea that he was " something in a house in the City." That idea proved to be well founded, for Mr. J. was discovered by the head-clerk
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at the house in the City, spoiling blotting-paper by drawing little opera-dancers all over it ; thus neg- lecting his accounts, which he had to "stay two hours after time to make up. At half price, never- theless, he was at the play again, his whole existence centred on an airy compound of clear muslin and
"MR. PERCIVAL JENKS."
white satin that was twirling about the stage." Mr. Jenks burned to know his enslaver's name with a view to an introduction ; and for that purpose he haunted the stage - door, but utterly failed to recognise, amongst the faded cloaks, and drabby
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bonnets that issued from that portal, the angelic form of his charmer. He then took to haunting the places where minor actors and other employes of the theatre most do congregate for the purpose of social intercourse and refreshment ; here at last he is rewarded.
" Do you know the young lady," he says to a habitue, " who dances in the ballet with a green wreath round her head ?"
"And a gilt belt round her waist?" asked the friend in turn. " Oh, it's Miss — Miss — I shall for- get my own name next."
Percival was about to suggest Rosiere, Celeste, Amadee, and other pretty cognomens, when his companion caught the name, and exclaimed :
"Miss Jukes ; I thought I should recollect it."
The name certainly was not what Percival had expected ; still, what was in a name ? Jenks was not poetical, and Jukes was something like it.
" Could you favour me with an introduction to her ?" he asked.
" In a minute, if you wish it," replied his com- panion.
" You know her intimately then ?"
" Very ; I buy all my green-grocery of her."
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The introduction takes place. Gracious powers ! how a minute broke the enchantment of many weeks ! " The nymph of the Danube was habited in a faded green cloak and straw bonnet, with limp and half-bleached pink ribbons clinging to its form. Her pallid and almost doughy face was deeply pitted with smallpox ; her skin was rough from the constant layers of red and white paint it had to endure," etc., etc. He fell back with a convulsive' start.
From internal evidence I find the date of " Comic Tales," etc., to be 1841, contemporary, therefore, with the establishment of Punch. There is a drawing of so pretty a conceit as to warrant my selecting it, though artistically it is inferior to Leech's work even at that time. The drawing heads a paper entitled " Speculations on Marriage and Young Ladies," and as it tells its own story, quotation from Mr. Smith is needless.
In one amusing paper in " Comic Tales," the author treats us to " an Act for amending the representation of certain public sights, termed equestrian spectacles, in the habit of being represented at a favourite place of resort, termed the Royal Amphitheatre, Westminster Bridge." The paper is framed in the form of an Act of Parliament, and the author forbids
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the use of ancient jokes or stereotyped phrases in a very humorous manner.
"Be it enacted," he announces, after condemning a variety of objectionable practices, " that the clown shall not, after the first equestrian feat, exclaim: 'Now I'll have a turn to myself!' previous to his toppling like a coach-wheel round the ring ; nor shall he fall flat on his face, and then collecting some sawdust in his hand, drop it down from the level of his head, and say his nose bleeds ; nor shall he attempt to make the rope-dancers' balance-pole stand on its end by propping it up with the said sawdust ; nor shall he. after chalking the performers' shoes, conclude by chalking his own nose, to prevent his foot slipping when he treads upon it ; nor shall he pick up a small piece of straw, for fear he should fall over it, and afterwards balance the said straw on his chin as he runs about ; neither shall the master of the ring say to the clown, when they are leaving the circus : ' I never follow the fool, sir !' nor shall the fool reply : ' Then I do !' and walk out after him."
I would draw attention to the figure of the clown in this cut, which is simply perfect in expression and character. The affected strut of the ring-master also is admirably caught.
A paper on Christmas pantomimes is illustrated
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by such a perfect clown that I cannot resist my inclination to present him to my readers.
CLOWN : " Oh, see what I've found !"
"Comic Tales and Pictures of Life" contains, at least, one drawing that is equal to Leech at his best. The cut illustrates an article on " Delightful People," a short essay, amusing enough.
Music, whether performed by the band or by musical guests, is an important factor in an evening party. Mr. Albert Smith tells us that " a lady of his acquaintance" had secured those " Delightful People, the Lawsons," for a large evening party she was about to give ; and after lauding the charming quali- ties of Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, she put a final touch
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to the Lawson attractions by informing her friend that their daughter, Miss Cinthia Lawson, was not only a delightful girl, but that " she sings better than anyone you ever heard in private." In the interval of dancing Cinthia sings. " The young lady
" Miss CINTHIA SINGS."
now dressed in plain white robes, with her hair smoothed very flat round her head a la Grisi, whom she thought she resembled both in style of singing and features, and consequently studied all her atti- tudes from the clever Italian's impersonation of Norma. ... At last the lady begun a bravura upon
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such a high note, and so powerful, that some impu- dent fellows in the square, who were passing at the moment, sang out ' Vari-e-ty ' in reply. Presently, a young gentleman, who was standing at her side, chanced to turn over too soon, whereupon she gave him such a look, that, if he had entertained any thoughts of proposing, would effectually have stopped any such rash proceeding ; but her equanimity was soon restored, and she went through the aria in most dashing style until she came to the last note, whose appearance she heralded with a roiilade of wonderful execution."
I remember Grisi, and I cannot share Miss Law- son's conviction of her resemblance to that great singer — personal resemblance, I mean — -and, in all probability, she had as feeble a claim to an equality of genius ; but that she had a powerful voice, and that she gave it full effect, is evident by Leech's perfect rendering of that wonderful mouth, from which one can almost hear the roulade. All the lines of the figure, with the movement of the hands, and the backward action of the singer, are true to Nature. The assistant at the music-book and the stolid old gentleman are also excellent.
With this, the best of the drawings in " Comic Tales," I take my leave of the book.
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CHAPTER VI.
JOHN LEECH AND THE ETON BOY.
I HAD been told that a friend whose acquaintance I made many years ago was in possession of some correspondence with Leech of considerable interest. I wrote to him on the subject, and received the following reply :
" DEAR MR. FRITH,
" I had intended waiting till my return to town to see whether I could find John Leech's letters before writing to you ; but as you ask for the story, here it is, to the best of my recollection, and it is heartily at your service. When I was a boy at Eton I sent to Punch an incident which happened at a dance. Young Oxford complaining to his partner of the dearth of c female society ' at the Uni- versity, she retorts, ' What a pity you didn't go to a girls' school instead !' Its appearance beneath an illustration of Leech's caused great excitement in our house at Eton, and as great tales of Mr. Punch's
•ste
" DREADFUL FOR YOUNG OXFORD."
LADY : " Are you at Eton ?" YOUNG OXFORD : " Aw, no ! I'm at Oxford." LADY : " Oxford ! Rather a nice place, is it not ?" YOUNG OXFORD : " Hum ! — haw ! pretty well ; but then I can't get on without female society !"
LADY : " Dear ! dear ! pity you don't go to a girls' school, then !"
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liberality were current — as, for example, that the sender of the advice * To persons about to marry— doriti had received ^100 — I began to look anxiously for some tip for my contribution. An enterprising pal said, 'It's a beastly shame ; and if you'll go halves, I'll write to Punch and wake 'em up.' This speedily resulted in the receipt of a post-office order for two guineas from John Leech, accompanied by a rather dry note, to the effect that Mr. Punch con- sidered that he had already done enough in providing an original illustration to my joke. I was indignant, and wrote back to Leech returning the money, but he would not hear of this. He told me I could buy gloves with the money for the young lady if I liked — which I am afraid I didn't. Several kind letters from him followed, with an invitation, gladly ac- cepted, to call and see him in the holidays, and a present, which I still treasure, of two volumes of his * Life and Character.'
" At the time I remember my schoolfellows con- sidered me a born caricaturist, an opinion I naturally shared. Leech was most indulgent to my early efforts — gave me some wood-blocks to work upon, and encouraged me to persevere, which, alas ! I
have not done, etc.
" Yours truly."
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Here follows Leech's " dry note " :
" 32, Brunswick Square, London,
"June 6, 1859.
" DEAR SIR,
" The editor of Punch is the person who should be addressed upon all money matters con- nected with that periodical. However, in the pre- sent instance, perhaps it will answer every purpose if I adopt the suggestion of your ' great friend and confidant,' and ' do the handsome and send a tip direct] which I do in the shape of a post-office order for one guinea ; or, as your ' entirely disinterested' young friend is to have half of what you get, it will be even better if I make the order for two guineas instead, as I do, only you must not look upon this as a precedent. I am afraid Mr. Punch would have considered that the trouble and expense he was at to have an original design made to your few lines would have been ample recompense. In future send to the editor your notion of what you expect for any contribution, and he will accept or reject accordingly,
I dare say.
" Yours faithfully,
" JOHN LEECH."
The Eton boy was " indignant, and wrote back to
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Leech returning the money," to which Leech replied as follows :
" 32, Brunswick Square,
"November 8, 1859. " DEAR SIR,
11 No, no ; it must be as it is ; besides, the order is made out in your name, and can be used by no one else. After all, your contribution was very amusing, and pray consider yourself as quite entitled to the sum offered. If you have any doubt as to how you should spend the money, why, then, buy some gloves for the young lady who said the smart thing to the Oxford man. As to my being offended, dismiss the notion from your mind at once. Your first note I consider perfectly good-natured, and your second as frank and gentleman-like. I hope you will do me the favour to accept two volumes of my sketches, in which I hope you will find some amusement.
" I will direct the volumes to be sent to you this afternoon.
" Believe me, dear sir,
"Yours faithfully,
" JOHN LEECH."
Encouraged by Leech's kindness, and being, as he says, "a born caricaturist in the opinion of his
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friends," the Eton boy sent some sketches for Leech's opinion. To this application he received the following reply :
"32, Brunswick Square,
"June u, 1859.
" MY DEAR SIR,
" I am very busy, so you must excuse a rather short note. Your sketches I have looked at carefully, however, and I have no hesitation in saying that they show a great perception of humour on your part. They seem to me to be altogether very good ; and I have no doubt that with practice you might make your talent available in Punch and else- where. I don't know about your taking lessons, except from Nature, and learn from her as much as possible. Try your hand at some initial letters — if drawn on the wood clearly, so much the better — and I will, with great pleasure, hand them to the editor of Punch. ' The Pleasures of Eton ' is capital ; the style, I take it, founded a little upon Doyle's works. I would not do that too much. You have quite cleverness enough to strike out a path of your own, and with my best wishes for your success,
" Believe me,
" Yours faithfully,
" JOHN LEECH,"
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In sending these letters the Eton boy of old says he is " sure that nothing would more thoroughly exemplify Leech's genial wit and courteous kindliness than these replies to an unknown schoolboy." I suppose the letter in which my friend was invited to call upon Leech " in the holidays " is not to be found. But that he did call and received a present of " wood-blocks to work upon," accompanied by " encouragement to persevere," which, alas ! he has not done, we have from himself.
This incident is especially delightful, as it reflects perfectly the quality of heart and mind so charac- teristic of Leech.
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CHAPTER VII.
MR. SPONGE'S SPORTING TOUR.
MR. SURTEES, the writer of the sporting novels, possessed considerable powers of invention, which he indulged — amongst other vagaries — in giving names to most of the characters in his books, which served to enlighten his readers as to their physical and mental peculiarities, and never more happily than when he christened the hero of this sporting tour Mr. Soapy Sponge. " Mr. Sponge," says our author, " wished to be a gentleman without knowing how ;" but what Mr. Sponge did know was how to sponge upon everybody with whom he could force an acquaintance, and this he effected with sur- prising success. Hunting and good hunting quarters were the objects of Mr. Sponge's machi- nations, and upon a half-hearted invitation from a Mr. Jawleyford, of Jawleyford Court, an invitation given without an idea that it would be accepted
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(as sometimes happens), Mr. Sponge found himself installed in the ancestral mansion of the Jawleyfords. Mr. Jawleyford was "one of the rather numerous race of paper-booted, pen-and-ink landowners," says Mr. Surtees, " whose communications with his tenantry were chiefly confined to dining with them twice a year in the great entrance-hall after the steward, Mr. Screwemtight, had eased them of their rents. Then Mr. Jawleyford would shine forth the very impersonification of what a landlord ought to be. Dressed in the height of fashion, he would declare that the only really happy moments of his life were those when he was surrounded by his tenantry.
In the background of this admirable drawing we see Mr. Jawleyford's portrait, flanked by his ancestors, on canvas and in armour, hanging on the panelled walls of his gorgeous home. The variety of character in the •" chawbacons," each a marked individuality, contrasts effectually with his quasi fashionable land- lord. For the first banquet at Jawleyford Court, " Mr. Sponge," says the author, " made himself an uncommon swell." His dress is minutely described, and faithfully depicted by Leech, in the etching in which we see the sponger conducting a very portly Mrs. Jawleyford, followed by her daughters, to the
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dining-room. The young ladies who have entered the drawing-room " in the full fervour of sisterly animosity," according to the author, seem — in the lovely group that Leech makes of them — to have speedily made up their quarrel, as their entwined arms and pretty, happy faces prove. The solemn butler, who looks with awe at his aristocratic master, is in Leech's truest vein, while Mr. Jawleyford him- self is simply perfect. In the footmen and page the illustration is less successful ; they seem to approach, if not to reach, caricature.
When Mr. Sponge found himself in good quarters, no hint however strong, no looks however cold, no manner however unpleasant, would move him, until he had provided himself with others to his liking. Under the impression that he was rich, the Misses Jawleyford set their caps at him. Amelia and Emily rivalled each other in tender attentions to the adventurer, who, after hesitating as to which of them he should throw the handkerchief to, fixed upon Miss Amelia, who found her sister " in the act of playing the agreeable" with Mr. Sponge as she " sailed " into the drawing-room before dinner ; then, " with a haughty sort of sneer and toss of the head to her sister, as much as to say, * What are you doing with my man ?' — a sneer that suddenly changed into a
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sweet smile as her eye encountered Sponge's — she just motioned him off to a sofa, where she commenced a sotto-voce conversation in the engaged -couple style."
During his stay at Jawleyford Court, Mr. Sponge's time was passed in hunting, smoking all over the house — a habit the owner detested — and in making love to Miss Amelia ; taking care, however, not to commit himself until he had discovered from papa what the settlements were to be. We who are behind the scenes know that Jawleyford Court is " mortgaged up to the chimney-pots," and that Mr. J. is over head and ears in debt besides. We know also that Mr. Sponge is impecunious, his hunters are hired ; he is, in fact, as his author describes him, "a vulgar humbug." "Jawleyford began to suspect that Sponge might not be the great ' catch ' he was represented," says the author. No doubt in finding himself baffled in his attempts to sound his host upon the subject of settlements, Mr. Sponge also " began to suspect" that neither of the Misses Jawleyford would be the " catch " that he wanted. Still, he held on to his quarters in defiance of the attempts to get rid of him. He was removed from the best bedroom to one in which it was impossible to light a fire, or, rather, to endure it when it was
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alight, because of an incurable smoky chimney. He was given poor food and corked wine, still he stayed, until he had provided himself with a temporary home at the house of a hunting gentleman named Puffington.
Mr. Puffington, who made Sponge's acquaintance at the covert-side where Lord Scamperdale's hounds met, " got it into his head " that Mr. Sponge was a literary man, whose brilliant pen was about to be employed in the interest of fox-hunting in general, and of certain runs of Mr. Puffington's hounds in particular. Mr. Puffington " was the son of a great starch-maker at Stepney." Puffington, senior, made a large fortune, which enabled his son to become the owner of Hanby House, and of the " Mangey- sterne — now Hanby- Hounds," because he thought they would give him consequence. Our author says, Mr. Puffington "had no natural inclination for hunting," but he seems to have become M.F.H. so that he might entertain some of the sporting friends he had made at college, such " dashing young sparks as Lord Firebrand, Lord Mudlark, Lord Deuceace, Sir Harry Blueun, Lord Legbail, now Earl of Loosefish," and so on.
My space, or, rather, the want of it, prevents my telling how it was that Mr. Sponge " awoke and
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found himself famous "as an author. In conjunc- tion with a friend, who steered him through the spelling and grammar, he concocted an article for the Swillingford Patriot — Grimes, editor — which " appeared in the middle of the third sheet, and was headed, 'Splendid Run with Mr. Puffington's Hounds.' ' Mr. Grimes was ably assisted in his editorial duties by "his eldest daughter, Lucy — a young lady of a certain age, say liberal thirty — an ardent Bloomer, with a considerable taste for senti- mental poetry, with which she generally filled the Poet's Corner."
As Mr. Puffington quite expected to be immor- talized in some work of general circulation, his indignation knew no bounds when he found him- self relegated to a corner of the county paper, and all his hopes of his doings being read by " the Lords Loosefish, the Sir Toms and Sir Harrys of former days " grievously disappointed. Never, surely, were disgust, disappointment, and rage more perfectly expressed than in the second portrait of Mr. Puffington : not only the face, but the whole figure — one can fancy how the hand in the pocket of the dressing-gown is clenched — denotes the surprise and exasperation of the miserable man.
Mr. Sponge's literary effort has " done for him "
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with Mr. Puffington. He must go. Easier said than done.
" Couldn't you manage to get him to go ?" asked Mr. Puffington of his valet.
" Don't know, sir. I could try, sir — believe he's bad to move, sir," said the valet.
Driven to despair, the host " scrawled a miser- able-looking note, explaining how very ill he was, how he regretted being deprived of Mr. Sponge's agreeable society — hoped he would come another time," and so on. Even the " sponger" felt the difficulty of parrying such a palpable notice to quit. "He went to bed sorely perplexed," and in his waking moments trying to remember "what sports- men had held out the hand of good fellowship and hinted at hoping to have the pleasure of seeing him " ; he could think of no one to whom he could volunteer a visit. But Fortune favours the brave sponger, as she often does unworthy people, and in Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey, an eccentric individual whose acquaintance Sponge had made in the hunting-field, he found another host. At the sug- gestion of Mrs. Jogglebury, who, without the slightest reason, had taken it into her head that Mr. Sponge was a wealthy man, and would make a satisfactory godfather to one of her children,
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Mr. Jogglebury called on Mr. Sponge at the Puff- ington mansion, and invited him to " pay us a visit."
No sooner does our hero grasp the situation than he says :
4 ' Well, you're a devilish good fellow, and I'll tell you what, as I am sure you mean what you say, I'll take you at your word and go at once."
And in this determination he persists, though Mr. J. pleads for some delay, as Mrs. Jogglebury Crowdey requires some little time for preparation in receiving so distinguished a guest.
The visit to Puddingpote Bower, as the Joggle- bury dwelling was called, proved as unfortunate as the previous visits ; the more people saw of Mr. Sponge the less they liked him, and this time the dislike was mutual. " Jog and Sponge," says the author, " were soon most heartily sick of each other. Mr. Sponge soon began to think that it was not worth while staying at Puddingpote Bower for the mere sake of his keep, " seeing there was no hunting to be had from it."
Within twelve or thirteen miles from the Bower there lived Sir Harry Scattercash, a very fast young gentleman indeed. He kept " an ill - supported pack of hounds, that were not kept upon any fixed
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principles ; their management was only of the scrimmaging order," but Mr. Sponge, scenting an invitation, determined to make one amongst the field.
In his attempt to " go it," my lord "was ably assisted by Lady Scattercash, late the lovely and elegant Miss Glitters, of the Theatre Royal, Sadler's Wells. Lady Scattercash could ride — indeed, she used to do scenes in the circle (two horses and a flag), and she could drive, and smoke, and sing, and was possessed of many other accomplishments."
What a winning creature Leech has made of her, and the scarcely less delightful little tiger behind her, may be seen in the illustration which the law of copyright prevents me from introducing, as it also prohibits the appearance here of Sir Harry, her husband, the happy possessor of the charming Lady Scattercash.
" Sometimes," says the author of " Sponge," " Sir Harry would drink straight on end for a week!" Mr. Sponge made desperate efforts to take up his abode at Nonsuch House, but Sir Harry was surrounded by congenial spirits, who, one and all, had taken prejudice against that worthy ; so, beyond a hunting dinner, at which everybody, including the ladies, took more wine
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than was good for them, Mr. Sponge and Nonsuch House were strangers to each other for a time. But, as the hunting-field is open to all and sundry, Mr. Sponge, not easily daunted, put in a frequent appearance, in the sure and certain hope that admission to free quarters at Sir Harry's was only delayed. Beyond what is elegantly called '" peck and perch," Nonsuch House contained a very powerful attraction in the form of Miss Lucy Glitters, sister to Lady Scattercash. Miss Lucy was a lovely person, and her charms were increased in Mr. Sponge's eyes because he persuaded himself that the sister-in-law of a baronet must necessarily be a rich woman. Miss Lucy had also the con- viction that Mr. Sponge was a rich man ; how else could he spend his time in the sports of the field, with all their expensive accompaniments ? Miss Glitters was a bold rider, and that accomplishment also endeared her to the gentleman in whom the passion of love burned suddenly, and with a very furious flame indeed ; till on one fateful hunting day the amorous couple found themselves " in at the death " : they had distanced the field, they were alone. Mr. Sponge secured the brush, and said :
" We'll put this in your hat, alongside the cock's feathers."
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I now quote my author : " The fair lady leant towards him, and as he adjusted it becomingly in her hat, looking at her bewitching eyes, her lovely face, and feeling the sweet fragrance of her breath, a something shot through Mr. Sponge's pull-devil pull-baker coat, his corduroy waistcoat, his Eureka shirt, angola vest, and penetrated to the very cockles of his heart. He gave her such a series of smacking kisses as startled her horse and astonished a poacher who happened to be hid in the adjoining hedge."
On the return of the happy pair Lucy rushes to her sister with the good news. Lady Scattercash was delighted, because " Mr. Sponge was such a nice man, and so rich ! She was sure he was rich— couldn't hunt if he wasn't. Would advise Lucy to have a good settlement, in case he broke his neck." On further inquiry, however, her ladyship had good reason to suspect that a red coat and two or three hunters were not satisfactory proofs of wealth ; and in reply to one who knew, she retorted, "Well, never mind, if he has nothing, she has nothing, and nothing can be nicer." With the conviction that nothing could be nicer, " Lady Scattercash warmly espoused Mr. Sponge's cause," the consequence being his instalment in splendid quarters at Nonsuch
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House, where he made himself thoroughly at home. "It was very soon 'my hounds,' 'my horses,' and ' my whips,' etc., being untroubled by his total inability to keep the angel who had ridden herself into his affections, for he made no doubt that some- thing would turn up." If it were not for the intro- duction of a delightful drawing by Leech, I should take no note of a " Steeplechase," in which Mr. Sponge comes before us for the last time. This function is not a favourite with Mr. Surtees, nor is it looked upon without much anxiety by Miss Lucy. " She has made Mr. Sponge a white silk jacket to ride in, and a cap of the same colour. Altogether, he is a great swell, and very like a bridegroom," says the author.
If this drawing suffered in the hands of the wood- engraver, it must have been beyond imagination beautiful, for, as it is, it shows us Leech in his full strength. Nothing, it seems to me, could surpass the figure of Lucy, whose expression of loving fear for the safety of the bold Sponge is shown to us in one of the prettiest faces conceivable. Sponge himself is no less successfully rendered as he smiles reassuringly at his beloved. The race — admirably described by the author — is run, and won by Mr. Sponge. " And now for the hero and heroine
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of our tale. The Sponges — for our friend married Lucy shortly after the steeplechase — stayed at Nonsuch House till the bailiffs walked in. Sir Harry then bolted to Boulogne, where he afterwards
died. Being at length starved out of Nonsuch House," says the historian, " he — Sponge — arrived at his old quarters, the Bantam, in Bond Street, where he turned his attention very seriously to providing for Lucy and the little Sponge, who had
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now issued its prospectus. He thought over all the ways and means of making money without capital. ; . . Professional steeplechasing Lucy decried, declaring she would rather return to her flag exercises at Astley's as soon as she was able than have her dear Sponge risking his neck that way. Our friend at length began to fear fortune-making was not so easy as he thought ; indeed he was soon sure of it." Something had to be done; "accordingly, after due consultation with Lucy, he invested his all in fitting up and decorating the splendid establish- ment in Jermyn Street, St. James's, now known as the SPONGE CIGAR AND BETTING ROOMS, where noble- men, gentlemen, and officers in the Household troops may be accommodated with loans on their personal security to any amount. We see by Mr. Sponge's last advertisement that he has ,£116,000 to lend at 3^ per cent.
CHAPTER VIII.
"THE MARCHIONESS OF BRINVILLIERS," BY ALBERT SMITH..
" December 20, 1844. " MY DEAR SIR,
" Here we are at the 2Oth of the month, and I have only four pages of Smith's new story — no incident. Really, it is too much to expect that I can throw myself at a moment's notice into the seventeenth century, with all its difficulties of costume, etc., etc. What am I to do ? There is a great want of system somewhere. I received a note from Mr. Marsh last night, stating for the first time that there would be two illustrations to ' The Mar- chioness of Brinvilliers,' and also urging me to be very early with the plates, it being Christmas and all that ! But, as I said before, I have not the matter to illustrate. What am I to do ? Added to all this, I must be engaged one day in the early part
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of next week on the melancholy occasion of the funeral of a poor little sister of mine. Pray, my dear sir, do what you can to expedite matters, and " Believe me,
" Yours faithfully,
" JOHN LEECH. « MORGAN, ESQ."
The above is one of the many letters that might be quoted to show the aggravating delays and diffi- culties under which so much of Leech's work was produced. I take Mr. Morgan to have been one of the officials of Mr. Richard Bentley's establishment, whose patience must have been sorely tried again and again by the pranks of that genus irritabile, the writer. Judging from the humorous character of Albert Smith's " Ledbury " and other works, one is hardly prepared for the horrors that make us shudder over the pages of " The Marchioness of Brinvilliers " — horrors in which the writer seems to revel with a zest as keen as that he takes in the fun and frolic of Ledbury.
The "shilling shocker" of the present day is a mild production indeed, in comparison with the history of the poisoner and adulteress, Brinvilliers, in which •" on horror's head horrors accumulate." The authors of the modern productions are, for the
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most part, inventors of the blood-and-murder scenes that adorn their books. Not so Mr. Albert Smith, whose pages describe but too truly the career of the most notorious of the many criminals that flourished in the most profligate period of French history. Louis XIV. set an example in debauchery to his subjects which the highest of them eagerly followed ; but the most fearful factor of this terrible time was poison, by which the possessors of estates who " lagged superfluous on the scene " were made to give place to greedy heirs ; husbands, inconveniently in the way, were put out of it by their wives, whose affections had been disposed of elsewhere ; state officers, whose positions were desired by aspirants unwilling to wait for them, were struck by sudden and mysterious illness, speedily followed by death, for which the faculty of the time could in no way account.
Marie, Marchioness of Brinvilliers, lived with her husband in the Rue des Cordeliers in Paris. The Marquis was a man of easy morals, and the Mar- chioness was a woman of still easier morals, for she had many lovers ; she also amused her leisure hours by the study of the nature and properties of a great variety of deadly poisons ; thinking, no doubt, as she was of a jealous disposition, that the time might
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arrive when her knowledge would be useful in depriving her lover of the temptation which had led him to forget his duty to her. The Marchioness was a very beautiful woman ; she had eyes of a tender blue ; her complexion was of dazzling white- ness, with cheeks of a delicate carnation ; her ex- pression was angelic, and she wore her hair of pale gold in bushy ringlets, in obedience to the fashion of the time. We first become acquainted with the Marchioness under painful circumstances, for she made-— and kept — an appointment with one lover without being sufficiently careful to disguise her doings from another. That other was the Chevalier Gaudin de Sainte-Croix, who proceeded to the lodgings of his rival, M. Camille Theria.
" ' The Marchioness of Brinvilliers is here, I believe,' said Gaudin to the grisette at the door. 'Will you tell her she is wanted on pressing business ?'
"The Marchioness appeared. A stifled scream of fear and surprise, yet sufficiently intense to show her emotion at the sight of Gaudin, broke from her lips as she recognised him. But she immediately recovered her impassibility of features — that wonder- ful calmness and innocent expression which after- wards was so severely put to the proof without
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being shaken — and she asked, with apparent un- concern :
" ' Well, monsieur, what do you want with me ?'
" * Marie !' exclaimed Gaudin, 'let me ask your business here at this hour' (it was rather late) * unattended, and in the apartment of a scholar of the Hotel Dieu ?'
" 4 You are mad, Sainte-Croix,' said the Mar- chioness. * Am I to be accountable to you for all my actions ? M. Theria is not here, and I came to see his wife on my own affairs.'
" ' Liar!' cried Gaudin."
The lady had not told the truth, for M. Theria had no wife, and he was so near by that he heard the angry voice of M. Sainte-Croix, who so con- vinced the Marchioness of her perfidy that " in an instant the accustomed firmness of the Marchioness deserted her, and she fell upon her knees at his feet on the cold, damp floor of the landing."
In this powerful etching nothing could surpass the beauty of the face and figure of the Marchioness ; she exactly realizes our ideal. But the Chevalier, though full of passion, is, to my mind, verging on the theatrical.
Finding that her entreaties to the Chevalier to " go away " have no effect, she threatens suicide.
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" There is but one resource left," she says, as she " springs up from her position of supplica- tion."
" Where are you going?" asked Sainte-Croix, as she rushed to the top of the flight of stairs.
" Hinder me not !" returned Marie. " To the river !"
But before she could reach the river — to which she would no doubt have given a very wide berth — she fainted, or pretended to faint, in the courtyard at the bottom of the staircase. Here the pair were overtaken by M. Theria.
" A few hot and hurried words passed on either side, and the next instant their swords were drawn and crossed. The fight was short, and ended in Sainte-Croix thrusting his rapier completely through the fleshy part of the sword-arm of the student, whose weapon fell to the ground.
" f I have it !' cried Camilla. ' A peace, monsieur • I have it !' he continued, smiling, as he felt that his wound, though slight, was too serious to have been received in so unworthy a cause.
" As he was speaking, Marie opened her eyes and looked around. But the instant she saw the two rivals, she shuddered convulsively, and again relapsed into insensibility.
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" ' She is a clever actress,' continued Camille, smiling.
" 'We have each been duped,' answered Gaudin.
" ' She will play me no longer. As far as I am concerned,' said Theria, ' you are welcome to all her affections, and I shall reckon you as one of my best friends for your visit this evening.' '
The visit was destined to have an unexpected end, however, for the attention of the Guet Royal, or night-guard, had been called to the clashing of swords.
" Some young men, who had come up with the guard as they were returning from their orgies, pressed forward with curiosity to ascertain the cause of the tumult. But from one of them a fearful cry of surprise was heard as he recognised the persons before him. Sainte-Croix raised his eyes, and found himself face to face with Antoine, Marquis of Brin- villiers !"
The late combatants threw dust in the eyes of the lady's husband cleverly enough by pretending that Sainte-Croix had rescued her from the unwelcome attentions of Theria, who had mistaken her in the uncertain light for a lady with whom he had an appointment. The cloak which the Marchioness wore, together with the darkness of the night, had
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prevented his discovering that she was not the person he expected until her cries had brought in Sainte-Croix, who was passing, as he said himself, " to his lodgings in the Rue des Bernardins."
The lady went home with her husband, and Sainte-Croix retired to his lodgings, there to medi- tate on the perfidy of his mistress. The Chevalier de Sainte-Croix was even more learned in poisons, and less scrupulous in the use of them, than his mistress ; and in his first gusts of passion, on dis- covering her treachery, he was inclined — in the hate of her that took temporary possession of him — to subject her to their effect ; but reflection produced demoniacal results. She should be spared to kill those who ought to be near and dear to her !
" ' I will be her bane — her curse !' he exclaimed. ' 1 will be her bad angel ! . . . And I will triumph over that besotted fool, her husband,' etc.
"He opened a small, iron-clamped box, and brought from it a small packet, carefully sealed, and a phial of clear, colourless fluid.
" ' I have it ! It is here — the source, not of life, but of death !'
" Almost as he speaks, he is summoned by the femme de chambre of the Marchioness to an inter- view at her residence at her father's house, the
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Hotel d'Aubray. The Chevalier found the en- chantress in studied disarray. She might have been made up after one of Guido's Magdalens," says the author, "so beautiful were her rounded shoulders, so dishevelled her light hair," etc.
The lovers were speedily reconciled, but the lady had an important communication to make — no less than the discovery of their intimacy by her husband, whom she felt sure had revealed the fact to her father, M. d'Aubray. A long pause, broken by Sainte-Croix :
" ' Marie,' he said, 'they must die, or our happi- ness is impossible.' '
The Marchioness was not yet hardened enough to receive this announcement with equanimity ; and the lovers were still discussing the pros and cons of it, when they were surprised by Monsieur d'Aubray, who, entering by a secret door, " stood looking on the scene before him." Any doubts of guilty intimacy, if he had any, were dispelled ; and, after ordering his daughter to her chamber, he turned to Sainte-Croix, and said :
u * Monsieur de Sainte-Croix, I will provide you with a lodging where you will run no risk of com- promising the honour of a noble family.' '
And so saying, he produced a lettre de cachet,
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armed with which the exempts, who were waiting for him, speedily deposited M. de Sainte-Croix at the Bastille. The Marchioness, separated from her children and her husband, was exiled to Offremont, a family place some distance from Paris. Here she lived with her father, who so entirely believed in her repentance and determination to lead a new life that he proposed a speedy return to Paris.
" ' I have no wish to go, mon pere,' replied the hypocrite ; ' I would sooner remain here with you — for ever !' "
After much talk and reiterated professions of sorrow for the past, the Marchioness says, in reply to her father's order that "she shall never speak to Sainte-Croix — who had been released from the Bas- tille— or recognise him again :
"'You shall be obeyed, monsieur — too willingly.'"
The words had not long left her lips when she placed a lamp in the window of the room, to guide her lover to a prearranged assignation.
The awful interview that followed is described in Mr. Smith's book.
The greater villain ran the risk of interruption in his lengthened arguments in favour of parricide ; but hearing approaching footsteps, Sainte-Croix hurried away.
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M. d'Aubray had gone to bed. A servant suggested the night-drink.
" * I will give it to him myself, Jervais,' said the Marchioness."
Taking a jug from the man, she poured the con- tents into an old cup of thin silver ; then, " with a hurried glance round the room, she broke the seals of the packet Sainte-Croix had left in her hands, and shook a few grains of its contents into the beverage. No change was visible ; a few bubbles rose and broke upon the surface, but this was all."
Sleep had surprised M. d'Aubray. His daughter touched him lightly, and he "awoke with the excla- mation of surprise attendant upon being suddenly disturbed from sleep.
" * I have brought your wine, mon pere] said the murderess.
"* Thanks, thanks, my good girl,' said the old man, as he raised himself up in bed, and took the cup from the Marchioness. He drank off the contents, and then, once more bestowing a bene- diction upon his daughter, turned again to his pillow."
Let those who desire to see how beauty can be retained, though disfigured by devilish passion, study the face of the Marchioness in this drawing.
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For skilful arrangement of light and shade, and of the objects that go to make up the mise en scene, and for natural action in the figures ; this drawing takes the lead of all the admirable illustrations in the " Marchioness of Brinvilliers."
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CHAPTER IX.
" THE MARCHIONESS OF BRINVILLIERS " (continued).
A GREAT reception was given at Versailles by the King. M. d'Aubray was " suffering from a sudden and fearful indisposition, but he insisted upon his daughter accepting an invitation, were it only to establish her entree into society.''
There, amongst the trees in the gardens, the Marchioness encounters Sainte-Croix. " His face looked ghastly in the moonbeams, and his eyes gleamed with a light that conscience made demoniac in the eyes of the Marchioness."
" ' You here !' she exclaimed.
" ' Where should I be but in the place of rejoicing just now ?' replied Gaudin through his set teeth, and with a sardonic smile. ' I am this moment from Paris. We are free !'
" ' My father ?' cried the Marchioness, as a terrible expression overspread her countenance.
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" ' He is dead,' returned Sainte-Croix, 'and we are free !' "
There was a pause, and they looked at each other for nearly a minute.
"' Come,' at length said the Marchioness, 'come to the ball.'"
A prominent and very interesting figure in Mr. Smith's book is Louise Gauthier, a girl of compara- tively humble birth, who had the misfortune to love Sainte-Croix with the intense self-sacrificing love that good women so often show for bad men, who return their affection with coldness and neglect. This girl, who had become the friend of Marotte Dupre, one of the actresses in the plays of Moliere which were part of the attraction at the Versailles fete, accompanied the actress to Versailles, where she accidentally overheard a conversation between the Marchioness of Brinvilliers and M. de Sainte- Croix, which not only convinced her that the love for her that Sainte-Croix had once professed was given to another, but that some fearful tie existed between the two, caused by actions which had destroyed their happiness here and their hopes of it hereafter.
She came from her concealment, and was re- ceived with jealous fury by the Marchioness, who
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believed, or affected to believe, that the girl was at "the grotto" by appointment with Sainte- Croix. She bestowed what is commonly called " a piece of her mind " upon her lover, and concluded her rhapsody by informing him that from henceforth " we meet no more." Louise, however, convinced the passionate Marchioness that she had made no appointment, but was at "the grotto" by, "perhaps, a dispensation of Providence, in order that she might, having overheard their guilty conversation, so act upon their consciences as to "save them both."
The first result of her good intentions is a declar- ation to the Marchioness by Sainte-Croix that, though there had been some love-passages between him and the girl, they were " madness, infatuation — call it what name you will ; but you are the only one I ever loved." Thus the ruffian speaks in the presence of the woman he had betrayed ; but her love, though crushed, still urges her to become the man's good angel, and, seizing his arm, she cries :
" ' Hear me, Gaudin. By the recollection of what we once were to each other — although you scorn me now, and the shadowy remembrance of old times — before these terrible circumstances, whatever they may be, had thus turned your heart from me and
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from your God, there is still time to make amends for all that has occurred. I do not speak for myself, for all those feelings have passed, but for you alone. Repent and be happy, for happy now you are not !' "
" Gaudin made no reply, but his bosom heaved rapidly, betraying his emotion.
"'This is idle talk,' said the Marchioness. . . . 4 Will you not come with me, Gaudin ?'
" ' Marie !' cried Gaudin faintly, ' take me where you list. In life or after it, on earth or in hell, I am yours — yours only !'
"A flush of triumph passed over her face as she led Sainte-Croix from the grotto," etc.
By the death of her father the Marchioness hoped, not only to have freed herself and her lover from an ever-recurring obstacle to their intercourse, but also to have inherited a much-needed sum of money — no less than "one hundred and fifty thousand livres were to have been the legacy to his daughter, Madame de Brinvilliers — and, what was more, her absolute freedom to act as she pleased. The money had passed to her brothers, in trust for her, and she was left entirely under their surveillance.
" ' This must be altered/ said the Chevalier Sainte- Croix in an interview with the alter ego of an Italian vendor of poisons named Exili."
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This man undertakes the " alteration," or, in other words, the murder, of the two brothers for a " consideration " in the form of ''one-fifth of what- ever may fall to the Marchioness thereupon.
" * Of course, there is a barrier between the brothers of Madame de Brinvilliers and myself,' said Sainte-Croix to his accomplice, ' that must for ever prevent our meeting. I will provide the means, and you their application.' '
Sainte-Croix had the right to claim the merit of this scheme for enriching the Marchioness, and at the same time relieving her from a guardianship that was impenetrable by her lover. The murder of her brothers seemed a trifling affair after the poisoning of her father, and she readily consented to assist in procuring a situation for the poisoner's assistant — a man named Lechaussee — in the household of her brothers, who happened, very fortunately, to be in want of a servant at the moment. How this wretch administered the poison to the two brothers, who died instantly from its effect, the curious reader may ascertain — together with the other dramatic par- ticulars— by consulting Mr. Albert Smith's book, in which the incidents are told with great force and skill.
By eavesdropping in somewhat improbable places
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— notably at a grand fete at the Hotel de Cluny, given by the Marquis de Lauzan, the Italian poisoner Exili becomes master of the guilty pair's secrets. The Marchioness's jealousy had been aroused during the evening by Sainte-Croix's attention to an actress ; and she left the great salon, and retired with her friend to a cabinet, in which, after the usual denial and reconciliation, secure, as they thought, from interruption, they discussed their demoniacal schemes. As they were about to pass from the room, " a portion of a large bookcase, masking a door, was thrown open, and Exili stood before them.
The somewhat theatrical character that Leech gives to the figure of Sainte-Croix is much less apparent in this powerful drawing ; and in the figures of Exili and the Marchioness there is not a trace of it. Though the Brinvilliers is masked according to a habit of the time, we feel that the mask conceals a beautiful face, distorted by fear, no doubt, but still lovely. The Italian is altogether excellent.
Exili loses no time in turning his information to account, and in reply to Sainte-Croix, who asks him what he wants, he replies that his trade as a sorcerer is failing, and as a poisoner he is in " a yet worse position, thanks to the Lieutenant of Police, M. de la Regnie.
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" ' I must have money,' he adds, ' to enable me to retire and die elsewhere than on the Greve.' '
He ends by extorting from Sainte-Croix an undertaking to share with him the wealth obtained through the murder of the brothers. But if Exili relied upon the bond as a security of value, he displayed a degree of ignorance of the human nature of such individuals as Sainte-Croix that was surpris- ing in so astute a person.
" To elude the payment of Exili's bond," says the author, "he had determined upon destroying him, running the risk of whatever might happen subse- quently through the physician's knowledge of the murders." And he had, therefore, ordered a body of the " Guard Royal to attend, when they would receive sufficient proof of the' trade Exili was driving in his capacity of alchemist."
Sainte-Croix visited the Italian with excuses for the non-payment of the money early in the evening of the day on which the arrest was planned to take place later. To those excuses the poisoner listened angrily ; he discovered some valuable jewels which Sainte-Croix wore. He had purposely brushed his hand against Sainte-Croix's cloak, and in the pocket of it he felt some weighty substance. The chink assured him it was gold.
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" ' You cannot have that,' said Gaudin confusedly ; 4 it is going with me to the gaming-table to-night.'
"'You have rich jewels, too, about you,' con- tinued Exili, peering at him with a fearful expression. 1 The carcanet becomes you well. That diamond clasp is a fortune in itself.'
" ' Not one of them is mine,' said Sainte-Croix. ' They belong to the Marchioness of Brinvilliers.' "
The Italian affected to be satisfied with the assur- ance that the money should be paid next day, and Sainte-Croix's doom was sealed. The alchemist " turned to the furnace to superintend the progress of some preparation that was evaporating over the fire.
" * What have you there ?' asked Gaudin, who was anxious to prolong the interview till the guard could arrive.
" ' A venom more deadly than any we have yet known — that will kill like lightning, and leave no trace of its presence to the most subtle tests.'
" * You will give me the secret ?' asked Gaudin.
" * As soon as it is finished, and the time is coming on apace. You have arrived opportunely to assist me.'
"He took a mask with glass eyes, and tied it round his face.
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" ' If you would see the preparation completed, you must wear one as well.'
" Exili took another visor, and, under pretence of rearranging the string, he broke it from the mask ; and then, fixing it back with some resinous com- pound that would be melted by the heat of the furnace, he cautiously fixed it to Sainte-Croix's face.
" ' I will mind the furnace whilst you go,' said Gaudin, in reply to the alchemist, who said he must fetch some drugs required for further operations.
" At that moment Sainte-Croix heard an adjacent bell sound the hour at which he had appointed the guard to arrive.
" ' There is no danger in this mask, you say ?'
" ' None,' said Exili.
" Anxious to become acquainted with the new poison, and in the hope that as soon as he had acquired the secret of its manufacture the guard would arrive, Gaudin bent over the furnace. Exili had left the apartment, but as soon as his footfall was beyond Sainte-Croix's hearing he returned, treading as stealthily as a tiger, and took up his place at the door to watch his prey. As Gaudin bent his head to watch the preparation more closely, the heat of the furnace melted the resin with which
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the string had been fastened. It gave way, and the mask fell on the floor, whilst the vapour of the poison rose full in his face almost before, in his eager attention, he was aware of the accident.
" One terrible scream — a cry which, once heard, could never be forgotten — not that of agony, or terror, or surprise, but a shrill and violent indrawing of the breath, resembling rather the screech of some huge, hoarse bird of prey irritated to madness, than the sound of a human voice — broke from Gaudin's lips. Every muscle of his face was contorted into the most frightful form ; he remained a second, and no more, wavering at the side of the furnace, and then fell heavily on the floor. He was dead."
This terrible death-scene has found a perfect illus- trator in John Leech. How admirable is the fiendish expression of the poisoner as he gloats over the body of his victim, which is drawn with a power and truthfulness altogether perfect! Every detail of the laboratory how skilfully introduced, how effec- tively rendered !
The alchemist behaved on the occasion as might be expected.
" He darted at the dead body like a beast of prey ; and drew forth the bag of money, which he trans- ferred to his own pouch. He next tore away every
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ornament of any value that adorned Gaudin's costly dress. . . ."
While at this congenial occupation, " the bristling halberts of the guard appeared.
" * Back !' screamed Exili. * Keep off, or I will slay you and myself, so that not one shall live to tell the tale ! Your lives are in my hands,' continued the physician, * and if you move one step forward they are forfeited.'
"He darted through a doorway at the end of the room as he spoke, and disappeared. The guard pressed forward ; but, as Exili passed out at the arch, a mass of timber descended like a portcullis and opposed their further progress. A loud and fiendish laugh sounded in the souterrain, which grew fainter and fainter, till they heard it no
more."
The poisoner escaped — for a time. He was cap- tured afterwards, tried, and, of course, condemned to death — a merciful death compared with that which befell him on his way to execution at the hands of the infuriated people, by whom his guards were overpowered, and after being almost torn to pieces, he was thrown into the Seine.
The toils were now closing round the miserable Marchioness de Brinvilliers. The wretched woman
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had reached the inconceivable condition of degrada- tion said to be common to successful murderers when impunity has followed their first crimes — that of killing for killing's sake. She put on the clothes of a religeuse, attended the hospitals, and poisoned the patients. Their dying cries were music to her, their agonies afforded her the keenest pleasure. To the student of French criminal history this is no news. I note it here so that the historian of the woman's crimes should not be thought to have invented incidents that existed only in his imagina- tion. Mr. Smith had the best authority for all the murders with which he charges Madame de Brinvilliers.
The death of Sainte-Croix was followed by the usual police regulation where foul play is suspected. Seals were affixed to his effects, amongst which poisons were discovered that were proved to be the property of the Marchioness of Brinvilliers. The murderess, terror-stricken, fled from Paris ; and, though hotly pursued, she escaped into Belgium, and sought refuge in a religious house, where she took " sanctuary." The pursuers were so near that, as she jumped from her carriage at the convent- door, she left her cloak in the hands of the exempt. She turned upon him, says the author, " with a
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smile of triumph that threw an expression of demoniac beauty over her features, and cried :
" ' You dare not touch me, or you are lost body and soul !' "
I must again refer my reader to Mr. Albert Smith's book if he wishes to learn how the exempt, disguised as an abbe, beguiled the Marchioness from her sanctuary, and content myself with showing — or rather in letting Leech show — how she looked when the police-officer dropped his disguise and she found herself seized by his men.
The details given by Mr. Albert Smith of the last hours of Madame de Brinvilliers are, though painful reading, very remarkable. The Docteur Pirot, who passed nearly the whole of his time at the Con- ciergerie, has left records of which the author has availed himself, as well as from the letters of Madame de Sevigne\ Those who wish to " sup full of horrors " can satisfy themselves by reading the account of the torture by water which was inflicted upon the miserable woman to induce her to betray her accomplices. But there were none to betray. Her only accomplice was dead. Her sufferings on the rack very nearly cheated the headsman, for, as they culminated u in a piercing cry of agony, after which all was still, the graffier,
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fearing that the punishment had been carried too far, gave orders that she should be unbound." On her way to execution, she was attended by the constant Pirot. The tumbrel stopped before the door of Notre Dame, and a paper was put into her hands, from which she read, in a firm voice, a confession of her crimes. The tumbrel again advanced with diffi- culty through the dense crowds, portions of which, "slipping between the horses of the troops who surrounded it, launched some brutal remark at Marie with terrible distinctness and meaning ; but she never gave the least sign of having heard them, only keep- ing her eyes intently fixed upon the crucifix which Pirot held up before her."
In this drawing Leech's power over individual character may be noted in the diversity of type amongst the hooting crowd round the tumbrel. The shrinking form of the prisoner is very beautiful.
When the Place de Greve was reached the execrations of the mob had ceased, and " a deep and awful silence" prevailed, "so perfect that the voices of the executioner and Pirot could be plainly heard," says the chroniclers. I pass over harrowing details. The beautiful head of the poisoner was struck off by a single sword-stroke, and the exe- cutioner, turning to Pirot, said :
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"' It was well done, monsieur, and I hope madame has left me a trifle, for I deserve it. ' '
He then " calmly took a bottle from his pocket and refreshed himself with its contents."
If the short extracts from the history of this great criminal have enabled my readers more clearly to understand and enjoy Leech's illustrations, my object in selecting them has been realized.
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CHAPTER X.
"A MAN MADE OF MONEY." DOUGLAS JERROLD.
KNOWING that this extraordinary book was illus- trated by John Leech, and hearing that it contained some of his best work, it became my duty to make a sufficient acquaintance with the book to enable me to criticise and explain the drawings to my readers. I tried " skimming," but the power of the book, and the brilliancy of the wit in it, so attracted me that I read the whole of it.
It is not my province, and it is certainly not in my power, to pose as a critic of literary work ; and the hero — the man made of money, with a heart made of bank-notes instead of flesh and blood, containing within himself a bank that could be drawn upon to any amount — is so wonderful a being as to place him out of the category of human creatures, and alto- gether beyond criticism. This gentleman's name was Jericho. He had waited till he was forty, and
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then he married a widow with three children ; two of them were girls, the third a young gentleman of whom those who knew him best said, " He was born for billiards." There was no love lost between Mr. Jericho and his step-children ; in fact, they cordially hated him, and he returned the compliment. Their name was Pennibacker, inherited from their father, Captain Pennibacker, whose loving wife " was made a widow at two-and-twenty by an East Indian bullet." Mr. Jericho was one of that large class which, though really needy, manoeuvres successfully to be con- sidered wealthy. His step-children considered him as a rich plum-cake, to be sliced openly or by stealth among them." The widow Pennibacker was first attracted to him by " a whispered announcement that he was a City gentleman. Hence Jericho appeared to the imagination of the widow with an indescribable glory of money about him."
Mrs. Jericho desired to make a few purchases, and she approached her husband with a cry familiar to most of us :
" ' Mr. Jericho, when can you let me have some money ?' '
The lady's confidence in her husband's wealth ought to have been shaken by what followed her application. Mr. Jericho turned a deaf ear to the
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appeal, which was repeated in every variety of tone and accent.
At length, " waving her right hand before her husband's face with a significant and snaky motion," she reiterated her demand with a terrible calmness :
" ' When can I have some money ?'
" ' Woman !' cried Jericho vehemently, as though at once and for ever he emptied his heart of the sex ; and, rushing from the room, he felt himself in the flattering vivacity of the moment a single man. ' I'm sure, after all, I do my best to love the woman,' thought Jericho, ' and yet she will ask me for money.' '
Disgusted with these unreasonable demands for money, Mr. Jericho determines to revenge himself by taking a day's pleasure with three special friends, to be ended by "a quiet banquet at which the human heart would expand in good fellowship, and where the wine was above doubt."
The dinner was a great success. It was very late — or rather somewhat early, as the sparrows were twittering from the eaves — when Mr. Jericho sought the marital couch, in which, too, his "wife Sabilla" was evidently " in a sound, deep, sweet sleep."
" Untucking the bed-clothes, and making himself the thinnest slice of a man, Jericho slides between
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the sheets ; and there he lies feloniously still, and he thinks to himself — Being asleep, she cannot tell how late I came to bed. At all events, it is open to dispute, and that is something.
" ' Mr. Jericho, when can you let me have some money ?'
" With open eyes, and clearly ringing every word upon the morning air, did Mrs. Jericho repeat this primal question.
" And what said Jericho ? With a sudden qualm at the heart, and with a stammering tongue, he answered :
" ' Why, my dear, I thought 'you were sound asleep."
Here follows a dialogue in the vein of the " Caudle Lectures," in which Jerrold gives his wit and humour full play. To the perusal of the "give- and-take " passage of arms I cordially commend my readers. The dialogue closes with these words :
" ' I'm sure it's painful enough to my feelings, and I feel degraded by the question, nevertheless I must and will ask you — When ivill you let me have some money ?' "
This was the last straw, and Jericho groaned out :
" * I WISH TO HEAVEN I WAS MADE OF MONEY !' "
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To which Mrs. Jericho retorted, "in a low, deep, earnest voice :
" * I wish to Heaven you were !' "
Silence came at last, and in the midst of it Jericho ." subsided into muddled sleep ; snoring heavily, contemptuously, at the loneliness of his spouse."
And now two fleas — an elder and younger flea — come upon the scene, and proceed to dine, or sup, upon Mr. Jericho's brow.
A long conversation ensues between these in- teresting creatures, in which the elder flea describes to his son how a man's heart was changed into inexhaustible bank-notes.
"' Miserable race!* said the father flea, with his beautiful bright eye shining pitifully upon Jericho ; ' miserable, craving race, you hear, my son ! Man in his greed never knows when he has wherewithal. He gorges to gluttony ; he drinks to drunkenness ; and you heard this wretched fool who prayed to Heaven to turn him — heart, brain, and all — into a lump of money.' "
How the operation was effected may be learnt from Mr. Jerrold's book. One result of it was a most troubled and miserable night to the dreamer Jericho, whose complaints to his wife when he awoke met with no sympathy.
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" ' If I were to live a thousand years, I shouldn't forget last night !' groaned Jericho.
"'Very likely not,' said Mrs. Jericho; 'I've no
doubt you deserve to remember it. I shouldn't
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Mrs. Jericho's want of money is intensified by the wants of her son Basil, whose luck at billiards may have failed him just when his creditors were most pressing.
" * Well, what does the old fellow say, the scaly old griffin ? What's he got to answer for himself?' " This was "the sudden question put to Mrs. Jericho on her return to the drawing-room, after the inter- view with her husband. ' Come, what is it ? Will he give me some money ? In a word,' asked young hopeful, ' will he go into the melting-pot, like a man and a father ?'
" ' My dear Basil, you mustn't ask me/ replied Mrs. Jericho.
" ' Oh, mustn't I, though !' cried Basil. « Ha, you don't know the lot of people that's asking me ; bless you, they ask a hundred times to my once !' "
The Jerichos have some rich friends, the Carra- ways, who live in a mansion called Jogtrot Hall, " the one central grandeur, the boast and the comfort of the village of Marigolds." To a fete at the Hall
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comes an invitation to the Jerichos. It had always been Mrs. Jericho's ambition that her girls should — " in her own nervous words " — make a blow in marriage, and she felt that perhaps the time had come. But the girls' dresses — the " war-paint," as Mr. Basil put it — there was the difficulty, only to be surmounted by Mr. Jericho's yielding to the repeated cry, " When will you let me have some money ?"
With but faint hopes of success, Mrs. Jericho seeks her husband in his study. In a long colloquy, she urges the importance of her daughters' appear- ance at this " grand party," and the necessity for an advance to enable them to do so properly. Mr. Jericho turns a deaf ear to her appeal, till suddenly a wonderful change comes over him.
" Quite a new look of satisfaction gleamed from his eyes, and his mouth had such a strange smile of compliance ! What could ail him ?"
The charm was working, the marvellous change was in operation. Mrs. Jericho fears for her hus- band's sanity. " ' He doesn't look mad,' thought Mrs. Jericho, a little anxious.
" ' I feel as if I had got new blood, new flesh, new bones, new brain ! Wonderful !' Jericho trod up and down the room and snapt his fingers. ' Some- thing's going to happen,' said he."
"A MAN MADE OF MONEY" 185
And something did indeed happen. The trans- formation was complete ; the hard heart had given place to illimitable money.
" ' You will let me have the money ?' repeated Mrs. Jericho.
"Jericho answered not a word, but withdrew his hand from his breast. Between his finger and his thumb he held in silver purity a virgin Bank of England note for a hundred pounds. Mrs. Jericho ran delightedly off with the money.
" And Jericho sat with his heart beating faster. Again he placed his hand to his breast, again drew forth another bank-note. He jumped to his feet, tore away his dress, and, running to a mirror, saw therein reflected, not human flesh, but over the region of the heart a loose skin of bank-paper, veined with marks of ink. He touched it, and still in his hand lay another note. His thoughtless wish had been wrought into reality. Solomon Jericho was in very truth a Man made of Money."