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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Our Old Home, Vol. 2 + Annotated with Passages from the Author's Notebook + +Author: Nathaniel Hawthorne + +Release Date: October 4, 2011 [EBook #37625] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OUR OLD HOME, VOL. 2 *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Matthew Wheaton and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div> + +<br> + +<a name="Frontispiece" id="Frontispiece"></a> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus001.jpg" width="400" height="582" alt="Lord Nelson." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Lord Nelson.</p> + +<h1 id="booktitle">OUR OLD HOME</h1> + +<p class="h2">BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE<br> +ANNOTATED WITH PASSAGES +FROM THE AUTHOR'S NOTEBOOK, +AND ILLUSTRATED +WITH PHOTOGRAVURES</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus003.jpg" width="150" height="192" alt="" title=""> +</div> + +<p class="h3">VOLUME<br> +II</p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p> + +<p class="h4">BOSTON AND NEW YORK<br> +HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY<br> +The Riverside Press, Cambridge<br> +MDCCCXCI</p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p> + +<p class="h5">Copyright, 1863.<br> +<span class="smcap">By</span> NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE<br> +<br> +Copyright, 1870.<br> +<span class="smcap">By</span> SOPHIA HAWTHORNE.<br> +<br> +Copyright, 1883, 1890,<br> +<span class="smcap">By</span> HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.<br> +<br> +<i>All rights reserved.</i></p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p> + +<p class="h5"><i>The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.</i><br> +Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Company.</p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p> + +<p class="h3">CONTENTS AND LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</p> + +<p class="h4">[<i>Photogravures executed by A. W. Elson & Co., Boston.</i>]</p> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents And List Of Illustrations"> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc"> </td> + <td class="tdrfirst">PAGE</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Lord Nelson</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Frontispiece"><i>Frontispiece.</i></a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">NEAR OXFORD</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc in3">Blenheim</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Thames at Oxford from Folly Bridge</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_318">318</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Magdalen College, Oxford, from the Cherwell</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">SOME OF THE HAUNTS OF BURNS</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Robert Burns</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_334">334</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Burns's Birthplace, Alloway Parish, near Ayr</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_350">350</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Auld Brig o' Doon, Ayr</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_354">354</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Alloway Kirk</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_356">356</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A LONDON SUBURB</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_359">359</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">A Country House</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_364">364</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Houses of Parliament</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_375">374</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">UP THE THAMES</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_411">411</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">London Bridge</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_412">412</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Tower of London, showing Traitors' Gate</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_428">428</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">St. Paul's Cathedral</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_430">430</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Poets' Corner, Westminster Abbey</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_455">452</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">OUTSIDE GLIMPSES OF ENGLISH POVERTY</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_470">470</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdlsc">An English Almshouse</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_500">500</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">CIVIC BANQUETS</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_527">527</a></td> + </tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> + +<h2>OUR OLD HOME</h2> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII.</h2> + +<p class="h3">NEAR OXFORD</p> + +<p>On a fine morning in September we set +out on an excursion to Blenheim,—the +sculptor and myself being seated on the +box of our four-horse carriage, two more of +the party in the dicky, and the others less +agreeably accommodated inside. We had +no coachman, but two postilions in short +scarlet jackets and leather breeches with +top-boots, each astride of a horse; so that, +all the way along, when not otherwise attracted, +we had the interesting spectacle of +their up-and-down bobbing in the saddle. +It was a sunny and beautiful day, a specimen +of the perfect English weather, just +warm enough for comfort,—indeed, a little +too warm, perhaps, in the noontide sun,—yet +retaining a mere spice or suspicion +of austerity, which made it all the more +enjoyable.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span></p> + +<p>The country between Oxford and Blenheim +is not particularly interesting, being +almost level, or undulating very slightly; +nor is Oxfordshire, agriculturally, a rich +part of England. We saw one or two +hamlets, and I especially remember a picturesque +old gabled house at a turnpike +gate, and, altogether, the wayside scenery +had an aspect of old-fashioned English life; +but there was nothing very memorable till +we reached Woodstock, and stopped to +water our horses at the Black Bear. This +neighborhood is called New Woodstock, +but has by no means the brand-new appearance +of an American town, being a large +village of stone houses, most of them pretty +well time-worn and weather-stained. The +Black Bear is an ancient inn, large and +respectable, with balustraded staircases, and +intricate passages and corridors, and queer +old pictures and engravings hanging in the +entries and apartments. We ordered a +lunch (the most delightful of English institutions, +next to dinner) to be ready against +our return, and then resumed our drive to +Blenheim.</p> + +<p>The park gate of Blenheim stands close +to the end of the village street of Woodstock. +Immediately on passing through its<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +portals we saw the stately palace in the +distance, but made a wide circuit of the +park before approaching it. This noble +park contains three thousand acres of land, +and is fourteen miles in circumference. +Having been, in part, a royal domain before +it was granted to the Marlborough family, +it contains many trees of unsurpassed antiquity, +and has doubtless been the haunt +of game and deer for centuries. We saw +pheasants in abundance, feeding in the +open lawns and glades; and the stags +tossed their antlers and bounded away, not +affrighted, but only shy and gamesome, as +we drove by. It is a magnificent pleasure-ground, +not too tamely kept, nor rigidly +subjected within rule, but vast enough to +have lapsed back into nature again, after +all the pains that the landscape-gardeners +of Queen Anne's time bestowed on it, when +the domain of Blenheim was scientifically +laid out. The great, knotted, slanting +trunks of the old oaks do not now look as +if man had much intermeddled with their +growth and postures. The trees of later +date, that were set out in the Great Duke's +time, are arranged on the plan of the order +of battle in which the illustrious commander +ranked his troops at Blenheim; but the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +ground covered is so extensive, and the +trees now so luxuriant, that the spectator +is not disagreeably conscious of their standing +in military array, as if Orpheus had +summoned them together by beat of drum. +The effect must have been very formal a +hundred and fifty years ago, but has ceased +to be so,—although the trees, I presume, +have kept their ranks with even more fidelity +than Marlborough's veterans did.</p> + +<p>One of the park-keepers, on horseback, +rode beside our carriage, pointing out the +choice views, and glimpses at the palace, as +we drove through the domain. There is a +very large artificial lake (to say the truth, +it seemed to me fully worthy of being compared +with the Welsh lakes, at least, if not +with those of Westmoreland), which was +created by Capability Brown, and fills the +basin that he scooped for it, just as if Nature +had poured these broad waters into +one of her own valleys. It is a most beautiful +object at a distance, and not less so on +its immediate banks; for the water is very +pure, being supplied by a small river, of the +choicest transparency, which was turned +thitherward for the purpose. And Blenheim +owes not merely this water scenery, +but almost all its other beauties, to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +contrivance of man. Its natural features +are not striking; but Art has effected such +wonderful things that the uninstructed visitor +would never guess that nearly the whole +scene was but the embodied thought of +a human mind. A skillful painter hardly +does more for his blank sheet of canvas +than the landscape-gardener, the planter, +the arranger of trees, has done for the +monotonous surface of Blenheim,—making +the most of every undulation,—flinging +down a hillock, a big lump of earth out of +a giant's hand, wherever it was needed,—putting +in beauty as often as there was a +niche for it,—opening vistas to every +point that deserved to be seen, and throwing +a veil of impenetrable foliage around +what ought to be hidden;—and then, to +be sure, the lapse of a century has softened +the harsh outline of man's labors, and has +given the place back to Nature again with +the addition of what consummate science +could achieve.</p> + +<p>After driving a good way, we came to +a battlemented tower and adjoining house, +which used to be the residence of the +Ranger of Woodstock Park, who held +charge of the property for the King before +the Duke of Marlborough possessed it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> +The keeper opened the door for us, and in +the entrance-hall we found various things +that had to do with the chase and woodland +sports. We mounted the staircase, +through several stories, up to the top of +the tower, whence there was a view of the +spires of Oxford, and of points much farther +off,—very indistinctly seen, however, +as is usually the case with the misty +distances of England. Returning to the +ground-floor, we were ushered into the +room in which died Wilmot, the wicked +Earl of Rochester, who was Ranger of the +Park in Charles II.'s time. It is a low +and bare little room, with a window in front, +and a smaller one behind; and in the contiguous +entrance-room there are the remains +of an old bedstead, beneath the canopy +of which, perhaps, Rochester may have +made the penitent end that Bishop Burnet +attributes to him. I hardly know what it +is, in this poor fellow's character, which +affects us with greater tenderness on his +behalf than for all the other profligates of +his day, who seem to have been neither +better nor worse than himself. I rather +suspect that he had a human heart which +never quite died out of him, and the warmth +of which is still faintly perceptible amid +the dissolute trash which he left behind.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span></p> + +<p>Methinks, if such good fortune ever befell +a bookish man, I should choose this +lodge for my own residence, with the top-most +room of the tower for a study, and all +the seclusion of cultivated wildness beneath +to ramble in. There being no such possibility, +we drove on, catching glimpses of +the palace in new points of view, and by +and by came to Rosamond's Well. The particular +tradition that connects Fair Rosamond +with it is not now in my memory; +but if Rosamond ever lived and loved, and +ever had her abode in the maze of Woodstock, +it may well be believed that she and +Henry sometimes sat beside this spring. +It gushes out from a bank, through some +old stone-work, and dashes its little cascade +(about as abundant as one might turn out +of a large pitcher) into a pool, whence it +steals away towards the lake, which is not +far removed. The water is exceedingly +cold, and as pure as the legendary Rosamond +was not, and is fancied to possess medicinal +virtues, like springs at which saints +have quenched their thirst. There were +two or three old women and some children +in attendance with tumblers, which they +present to visitors, full of the consecrated +water; but most of us filled the tumblers +for ourselves, and drank.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span></p> + +<p>Thence we drove to the Triumphal Pillar +which was erected in honor of the Great +Duke, and on the summit of which he +stands, in a Roman garb, holding a winged +figure of Victory in his hand, as an ordinary +man might hold a bird. The column +is I know not how many feet high, but +lofty enough, at any rate, to elevate Marlborough +far above the rest of the world, +and to be visible a long way off; and it is +so placed in reference to other objects, +that, wherever the hero wandered about +his grounds, and especially as he issued +from his mansion, he must inevitably have +been reminded of his glory. In truth, until +I came to Blenheim, I never had so positive +and material an idea of what Fame +really is—of what the admiration of his +country can do for a successful warrior—as +I carry away with me and shall always +retain. Unless he had the moral force +of a thousand men together, his egotism +(beholding himself everywhere, imbuing +the entire soil, growing in the woods, +rippling and gleaming in the water, and +pervading the very air with his greatness) +must have been swollen within him like +the liver of a Strasburg goose. On the +huge tablets inlaid into the pedestal of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +the column, the entire Act of Parliament, +bestowing Blenheim on the Duke of Marlborough +and his posterity, is engraved in +deep letters, painted black on the marble +ground. The pillar stands exactly a mile +from the principal front of the palace, in a +straight line with the precise centre of its +entrance-hall; so that, as already said, it +was the Duke's principal object of contemplation.</p> + +<p>We now proceeded to the palace-gate, +which is a great pillared archway, of wonderful +loftiness and state, giving admittance +into a spacious quadrangle. A stout, +elderly, and rather surly footman in livery +appeared at the entrance, and took possession +of whatever canes, umbrellas, and parasols +he could get hold of, in order to +claim sixpence on our departure. This +had a somewhat ludicrous effect. There is +much public outcry against the meanness +of the present Duke in his arrangements +for the admission of visitors (chiefly, of +course, his native countrymen) to view the +magnificent palace which their forefathers +bestowed upon his own. In many cases, +it seems hard that a private abode should +be exposed to the intrusion of the public +merely because the proprietor has inherited<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> +or created a splendor which attracts general +curiosity; insomuch that his home +loses its sanctity and seclusion for the +very reason that it is better than other +men's houses. But in the case of Blenheim, +the public have certainly an equitable +claim to admission, both because the +fame of its first inhabitant is a national +possession, and because the mansion was +a national gift, one of the purposes of +which was to be a token of gratitude and +glory to the English people themselves. +If a man chooses to be illustrious, he is +very likely to incur some little inconveniences +himself, and entail them on his posterity. +Nevertheless, his present Grace +of Marlborough absolutely ignores the public +claim above suggested, and (with a +thrift of which even the hero of Blenheim +himself did not set the example) sells +tickets admitting six persons at ten shillings; +if only one person enters the gate, +he must pay for six; and if there are seven +in company, two tickets are required to +admit them. The attendants, who meet +you everywhere in the park and palace, +expect fees on their own private account,—their +noble master pocketing the ten +shillings. But, to be sure, the visitor gets<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +his money's worth, since it buys him the +right to speak just as freely of the Duke +of Marlborough as if he were the keeper +of the Cremorne Gardens.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<p>Passing through a gateway on the opposite +side of the quadrangle, we had before +us the noble classic front of the palace, +with its two projecting wings. We +ascended the lofty steps of the portal, and +were admitted into the entrance-hall, the +height of which, from floor to ceiling, is +not much less than seventy feet, being the +entire elevation of the edifice. The hall +is lighted by windows in the upper story, +and, it being a clear, bright day, was very +radiant with lofty sunshine, amid which a +swallow was flitting to and fro. The ceiling +was painted by Sir James Thornhill in some +allegorical design (doubtless commemorative +of Marlborough's victories), the purport +of which I did not take the trouble +to make out,—contenting myself with the +general effect, which was most splendidly +and effectively ornamental.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The above was written two or three years ago, or +more; and the Duke of that day has since transmitted +his coronet to his successor, who, we understand, has +adopted much more liberal arrangements. There is +seldom anything to criticise or complain of, as regards +the facility of obtaining admission to interesting private +houses in England.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span></p></div> + +<p>We were guided through the show-rooms +by a very civil person, who allowed us to +take pretty much our own time in looking +at the pictures. The collection is exceedingly +valuable,—many of these works of +Art having been presented to the Great +Duke by the crowned heads of England or +the Continent. One room was all aglow +with pictures by Rubens; and there were +works of Raphael, and many other famous +painters, any one of which would be sufficient +to illustrate the meanest house that +might contain it. I remember none of +them, however (not being in a picture-seeing +mood), so well as Vandyck's large and +familiar picture of Charles I. on horseback, +with a figure and face of melancholy dignity +such as never by any other hand was +put on canvas. Yet, on considering this +face of Charles (which I find often repeated +in half-lengths) and translating it from the +ideal into literalism, I doubt whether the +unfortunate king was really a handsome +or impressive-looking man: a high, thin-ridged +nose, a meagre, hatchet face, and +reddish hair and beard,—these are the literal +facts. It is the painter's art that has +thrown such pensive and shadowy grace +around him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus020.jpg" width="600" height="373" alt="Blenheim." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Blenheim.</p> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> + +<p>On our passage through this beautiful +suite of apartments, we saw, through the +vista of open doorways, a boy of ten or +twelve years old coming towards us from +the farther rooms. He had on a straw +hat, a linen sack that had certainly been +washed and rewashed for a summer or +two, and gray trousers a good deal worn,—a +dress, in short, which an American +mother in middle station would have +thought too shabby for her darling schoolboy's +ordinary wear. This urchin's face +was rather pale (as those of English children +are apt to be, quite as often as our +own), but he had pleasant eyes, an intelligent +look, and an agreeable boyish manner. +It was Lord Sunderland, grandson of the +present Duke, and heir—though not, I +think, in the direct line—of the blood of +the great Marlborough, and of the title and +estate.</p> + +<p>After passing through the first suite of +rooms, we were conducted through a corresponding +suite on the opposite side of the +entrance-hall. These latter apartments +are most richly adorned with tapestries, +wrought and presented to the first Duke +by a sisterhood of Flemish nuns; they look +like great, glowing pictures, and completely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +cover the walls of the rooms. The designs +purport to represent the Duke's battles +and sieges; and everywhere we see the +hero himself, as large as life, and as gorgeous +in scarlet and gold as the holy sisters +could make him, with a three-cornered hat +and flowing wig, reining in his horse, and +extending his leading-staff in the attitude +of command. Next to Marlborough, Prince +Eugene is the most prominent figure. In +the way of upholstery, there can never have +been anything more magnificent than these +tapestries; and, considered as works of Art, +they have quite as much merit as nine pictures +out of ten.</p> + +<p>One whole wing of the palace is occupied +by the library, a most noble room, with a +vast perspective length from end to end. +Its atmosphere is brighter and more cheerful +than that of most libraries: a wonderful +contrast to the old college libraries of Oxford, +and perhaps less sombre and suggestive +of thoughtfulness than any large library +ought to be; inasmuch as so many studious +brains as have left their deposit on +the shelves cannot have conspired without +producing a very serious and ponderous +result. Both walls and ceiling are white, +and there are elaborate doorways and fireplaces<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> +of white marble. The floor is of +oak, so highly polished that our feet slipped +upon it as if it had been New England ice. +At one end of the room stands a statue +of Queen Anne in her royal robes, which +are so admirably designed and exquisitely +wrought that the spectator certainly gets +a strong conception of her royal dignity; +while the face of the statue, fleshy and +feeble, doubtless conveys a suitable idea of +her personal character.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> The marble of +this work, long as it has stood there, is as +white as snow just fallen, and must have +required most faithful and religious care to +keep it so. As for the volumes of the +library, they are wired within the cases, +and turn their gilded backs upon the visitor, +keeping their treasures of wit and +wisdom just as intangible as if still in the +unwrought mines of human thought.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> In front of St. Paul's there is a statue of Queen +Anne, which looks rather more majestic, I doubt not, +than that fat old dame ever did.—II. 97.</p></div> + +<p>I remember nothing else in the palace, +except the chapel, to which we were conducted +last, and where we saw a splendid +monument to the first Duke and Duchess, +sculptured by Rysbrach, at the cost, it is +said, of forty thousand pounds. The de<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span>sign +includes the statues of the deceased +dignitaries, and various allegorical flourishes, +fantasies, and confusions; and beneath +sleep the great Duke and his proud +wife, their veritable bones and dust, and +probably all the Marlboroughs that have +since died. It is not quite a comfortable +idea that these mouldy ancestors still inhabit, +after their fashion, the house where +their successors spend the passing day; but +the adulation lavished upon the hero of +Blenheim could not have been consummated, +unless the palace of his lifetime had +become likewise a stately mausoleum over +his remains,—and such we felt it all to be, +after gazing at his tomb.</p> + +<p>The next business was to see the private +gardens. An old Scotch under-gardener +admitted us and led the way, and seemed +to have a fair prospect of earning the fee +all by himself; but by and by another respectable +Scotchman made his appearance +and took us in charge, proving to be the +head-gardener in person. He was extremely +intelligent and agreeable, talking +both scientifically and lovingly about trees +and plants, of which there is every variety +capable of English cultivation. Positively, +the Garden of Eden cannot have been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +more beautiful than this private garden of +Blenheim. It contains three hundred acres, +and by the artful circumlocution of the +paths, and the undulations, and the skillfully +interposed clumps of trees, is made to appear +limitless. The sylvan delights of a +whole country are compressed into this +space, as whole fields of Persian roses go +to the concoction of an ounce of precious +attar. The world within that garden-fence +is not the same weary and dusty world +with which we outside mortals are conversant; +it is a finer, lovelier, more harmonious +Nature; and the Great Mother lends herself +kindly to the gardener's will, knowing +that he will make evident the half-obliterated +traits of her pristine and ideal beauty, +and allow her to take all the credit and +praise to herself. I doubt whether there +is ever any winter within that precinct,—any +clouds, except the fleecy ones of summer. +The sunshine that I saw there rests +upon my recollection of it as if it were +eternal. The lawns and glades are like +the memory of places where one has wandered +when first in love.</p> + +<p>What a good and happy life might be +spent in a paradise like this! And yet, at +that very moment, the besotted Duke (ah!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +I have let out a secret which I meant to +keep to myself; but the ten shillings must +pay for all) was in that very garden (for +the guide told us so, and cautioned our +young people not to be too uproarious), +and, if in a condition for arithmetic, was +thinking of nothing nobler than how many +ten-shilling tickets had that day been sold. +Republican as I am, I should still love to +think that noblemen lead noble lives, and +that all this stately and beautiful environment +may serve to elevate them a little +way above the rest of us. If it fail to +do so, the disgrace falls equally upon the +whole race of mortals as on themselves; +because it proves that no more favorable +conditions of existence would eradicate our +vices and weaknesses. How sad, if this be +so! Even a herd of swine, eating the +acorns under those magnificent oaks of +Blenheim, would be cleanlier and of better +habits than ordinary swine.</p> + +<p>Well, all that I have written is pitifully +meagre, as a description of Blenheim; and +I hate to leave it without some more adequate +expression of the noble edifice, with +its rich domain, all as I saw them in that +beautiful sunshine; for, if a day had been +chosen out of a hundred years, it could not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +have been a finer one. But I must give +up the attempt; only further remarking +that the finest trees here were cedars, of +which I saw one—and there may have +been many such—immense in girth, and +not less than three centuries old. I likewise +saw a vast heap of laurel, two hundred +feet in circumference, all growing from one +root; and the gardener offered to show us +another growth of twice that stupendous +size. If the Great Duke himself had been +buried in that spot, his heroic heart could +not have been the seed of a more plentiful +crop of laurels.</p> + +<p>We now went back to the Black Bear, +and sat down to a cold collation, of which +we ate abundantly, and drank (in the good +old English fashion) a due proportion of +various delightful liquors. A stranger in +England, in his rambles to various quarters +of the country, may learn little in regard +to wines (for the ordinary English taste is +simple, though sound, in that particular), +but he makes acquaintance with more varieties +of hop and malt liquor than he previously +supposed to exist. I remember a +sort of foaming stuff, called hop-champagne, +which is very vivacious, and appears +to be a hybrid between ale and bottled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +cider. Another excellent tipple for warm +weather is concocted by mixing brown-stout +or bitter ale with ginger-beer, the foam of +which stirs up the heavier liquor from its +depths, forming a compound of singular +vivacity and sufficient body. But of all +things ever brewed from malt (unless it be +the Trinity Ale of Cambridge, which I +drank long afterwards, and which Barry +Cornwall has celebrated in immortal verse), +commend me to the Archdeacon, as the +Oxford scholars call it, in honor of the +jovial dignitary who first taught these erudite +worthies how to brew their favorite +nectar. John Barleycorn has given his +very heart to this admirable liquor; it is +a superior kind of ale, the Prince of Ales, +with a richer flavor and a mightier spirit +than you can find elsewhere in this weary +world. Much have we been strengthened +and encouraged by the potent blood of the +Archdeacon!</p> + +<p>A few days after our excursion to Blenheim, +the same party set forth, in two flies, +on a tour to some other places of interest +in the neighborhood of Oxford. It was +again a delightful day; and, in truth, every +day, of late, had been so pleasant that it +seemed as if each must be the very last of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +such perfect weather; and yet the long +succession had given us confidence in as +many more to come. The climate of England +has been shamefully maligned, its sulkiness +and asperities are not nearly so +offensive as Englishmen tell us (their climate +being the only attribute of their country +which they never overvalue); and the +really good summer-weather is the very +kindest and sweetest that the world knows.</p> + +<p>We first drove to the village of Cumnor, +about six miles from Oxford, and alighted +at the entrance of the church. Here, while +waiting for the keys, we looked at an old +wall of the churchyard, piled up of loose +gray stones, which are said to have once +formed a portion of Cumnor Hall, celebrated +in Mickle's ballad and Scott's romance. +The hall must have been in very +close vicinity to the church,—not more +than twenty yards off; and I waded through +the long, dewy grass of the churchyard, +and tried to peep over the wall, in hopes +to discover some tangible and traceable +remains of the edifice. But the wall was +just too high to be overlooked, and difficult +to clamber over without tumbling down +some of the stones; so I took the word of +one of our party, who had been here before,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> +that there is nothing interesting on +the other side. The churchyard is in rather +a neglected state, and seems not to have +been mown for the benefit of the parson's +cow; it contains a good many gravestones, +of which I remember only some upright +memorials of slate to individuals of the +name of Tabbs.</p> + +<p>Soon a woman arrived with the key of +the church-door, and we entered the simple +old edifice, which has the pavement of lettered +tombstones, the sturdy pillars and low +arches, and other ordinary characteristics +of an English country church. One or two +pews, probably those of the gentle folk of +the neighborhood, were better furnished +than the rest, but all in a modest style. +Near the high altar, in the holiest place, +there is an oblong, angular, ponderous +tomb of blue marble, built against the wall, +and surmounted by a carved canopy of the +same material; and over the tomb, and +beneath the canopy, are two monumental +brasses, such as we oftener see inlaid into +a church pavement. On these brasses are +engraved the figures of a gentleman in +armor, and a lady in an antique garb, each +about a foot high, devoutly kneeling in +prayer; and there is a long Latin inscription<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +likewise cut into the enduring brass, +bestowing the highest eulogies on the +character of Anthony Forster, who, with +his virtuous dame, lies buried beneath this +tombstone. His is the knightly figure that +kneels above; and if Sir Walter Scott +ever saw this tomb, he must have had an +even greater than common disbelief in +laudatory epitaphs, to venture on depicting +Anthony Forster in such hues as blacken +him in the romance. For my part, I read +the inscription in full faith, and believe +the poor deceased gentleman to be a much-wronged +individual, with good grounds for +bringing an action of slander in the courts +above.</p> + +<p>But the circumstance, lightly as we treat +it, has its serious moral. What nonsense +it is, this anxiety, which so worries us +about our good fame, or our bad fame, +after death! If it were of the slightest +real moment, our reputations would have +been placed by Providence more in our +own power, and less in other people's, than +we now find them to be. If poor Anthony +Forster happens to have met Sir Walter +in the other world, I doubt whether he has +ever thought it worth while to complain of +the latter's misrepresentations.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span></p> + +<p>We did not remain long in the church, +as it contains nothing else of interest; +and, driving through the village, we passed +a pretty large and rather antique-looking +inn, bearing the sign of the Bear and +Ragged Staff. It could not be so old, however, +by at least a hundred years, as Giles +Gosling's time; nor is there any other object +to remind the visitor of the Elizabethan +age, unless it be a few ancient cottages, +that are perhaps of still earlier date. +Cumnor is not nearly so large a village, +nor a place of such mark, as one anticipates +from its romantic and legendary +fame; but, being still inaccessible by railway, +it has retained more of a sylvan character +than we often find in English country +towns. In this retired neighborhood +the road is narrow and bordered with +grass, and sometimes interrupted by gates; +the hedges grow in unpruned luxuriance; +there is not that close-shaven neatness and +trimness that characterize the ordinary +English landscape. The whole scene conveys +the idea of seclusion and remoteness. +We met no travelers, whether on foot or +otherwise.</p> + +<p>I cannot very distinctly trace out this +day's peregrinations; but, after leaving<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> +Cumnor a few miles behind us, I think we +came to a ferry over the Thames, where +an old woman served as ferryman, and +pulled a boat across by means of a rope +stretching from shore to shore. Our two +vehicles being thus placed on the other +side, we resumed our drive,—first glancing, +however, at the old woman's antique +cottage, with its stone floor, and the circular +settle round the kitchen fireplace, +which was quite in the mediæval English +style.</p> + +<p>We next stopped at Stanton Harcourt, +where we were received at the parsonage +with a hospitality which we should take +delight in describing, if it were allowable +to make public acknowledgment of the private +and personal kindnesses which we +never failed to find ready for our needs. +An American in an English house will +soon adopt the opinion that the English +are the very kindest people on earth, and +will retain that idea as long, at least, as +he remains on the inner side of the threshold. +Their magnetism is of a kind that +repels strongly while you keep beyond a +certain limit, but attracts as forcibly if you +get within the magic line.</p> + +<p>It was at this place, if I remember right,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> +that I heard a gentleman ask a friend of +mine whether he was the author of "The +Red Letter A;" and, after some consideration +(for he did not seem to recognize +his own book, at first, under this improved +title), our countryman responded doubtfully, +that he believed so. The gentleman +proceeded to inquire whether our friend +had spent much time in America,—evidently +thinking that he must have been +caught young, and have had a tincture of +English breeding, at least, if not birth, to +speak the language so tolerably, and appear +so much like other people. This insular +narrowness is exceedingly queer, and +of very frequent occurrence, and is quite +as much a characteristic of men of education +and culture as of clowns.</p> + +<p>Stanton Harcourt is a very curious old +place. It was formerly the seat of the ancient +family of Harcourt, which now has +its principal abode at Nuneham Courtney, +a few miles off. The parsonage is a relic +of the family mansion, or castle, other portions +of which are close at hand; for, +across the garden, rise two gray towers, +both of them picturesquely venerable, and +interesting for more than their antiquity. +One of these towers, in its entire capacity,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> +from height to depth, constituted the +kitchen of the ancient castle, and is still +used for domestic purposes, although it +has not, nor ever had, a chimney; or, we +might rather say, it is itself one vast chimney, +with a hearth of thirty feet square, +and a flue and aperture of the same size. +There are two huge fireplaces within, and +the interior walls of the tower are blackened +with the smoke that for centuries +used to gush forth from them, and climb +upward, seeking an exit through some wide +air-holes in the conical roof, full seventy +feet above. These lofty openings were +capable of being so arranged, with reference +to the wind, that the cooks are said to have +been seldom troubled by the smoke; and +here, no doubt, they were accustomed to +roast oxen whole, with as little fuss and +ado as a modern cook would roast a fowl. +The inside of the tower is very dim and +sombre (being nothing but rough stone +walls, lighted only from the apertures above +mentioned), and has still a pungent odor +of smoke and soot, the reminiscence of +the fires and feasts of generations that +have passed away. Methinks the extremest +range of domestic economy lies between +an American cooking-stove and the ancient<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +kitchen, seventy dizzy feet in height and +all one fireplace, of Stanton Harcourt.</p> + +<p>Now—the place being without a parallel +in England, and therefore necessarily beyond +the experience of an American—it +is somewhat remarkable that, while we +stood gazing at this kitchen, I was haunted +and perplexed by an idea that somewhere +or other I had seen just this strange spectacle +before. The height, the blackness, +the dismal void, before my eyes, seemed as +familiar as the decorous neatness of my +grandmother's kitchen; only my unaccountable +memory of the scene was lighted +up with an image of lurid fires blazing all +round the dim interior circuit of the tower. +I had never before had so pertinacious an +attack, as I could not but suppose it, of +that odd state of mind wherein we fitfully +and teasingly remember some previous +scene or incident, of which the one now +passing appears to be but the echo and +reduplication. Though the explanation of +the mystery did not for some time occur +to me, I may as well conclude the matter +here. In a letter of Pope's, addressed +to the Duke of Buckingham, there is an +account of Stanton Harcourt (as I now +find, although the name is not mentioned),<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> +where he resided while translating a part +of the "Iliad." It is one of the most admirable +pieces of description in the language,—playful +and picturesque, with fine +touches of humorous pathos,—and conveys +as perfect a picture as ever was drawn +of a decayed English country-house; and +among other rooms, most of which have +since crumbled down and disappeared, he +dashes off the grim aspect of this kitchen,—which, +moreover, he peoples with witches, +engaging Satan himself as head cook, who +stirs the infernal caldrons that seethe and +bubble over the fires. This letter, and +others relative to his abode here, were very +familiar to my earlier reading, and, remaining +still fresh at the bottom of my memory, +caused the weird and ghostly sensation +that came over me on beholding the real +spectacle that had formerly been made so +vivid to my imagination.</p> + +<p>Our next visit was to the church, which +stands close by, and is quite as ancient as +the remnants of the castle. In a chapel +or side aisle, dedicated to the Harcourts, +are found some very interesting family +monuments,—and among them, recumbent +on a tombstone, the figure of an armed +knight of the Lancastrian party, who was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> +slain in the Wars of the Roses. His features, +dress, and armor are painted in colors, +still wonderfully fresh, and there still +blushes the symbol of the Red Rose, denoting +the faction for which he fought and +died. His head rests on a marble or alabaster +helmet; and on the tomb lies the +veritable helmet, it is to be presumed, +which he wore in battle,—a ponderous +iron case, with the visor complete, and +remnants of the gilding that once covered +it. The crest is a large peacock, not of +metal, but of wood. Very possibly, this +helmet was but an heraldic adornment of +his tomb; and, indeed, it seems strange +that it has not been stolen before now, especially +in Cromwell's time, when knightly +tombs were little respected, and when armor +was in request. However, it is needless +to dispute with the dead knight about +the identity of his iron pot, and we may as +well allow it to be the very same that so +often gave him the headache in his lifetime. +Leaning against the wall, at the foot +of the tomb, is the shaft of a spear, with a +wofully tattered and utterly faded banner +appended to it,—the knightly banner beneath +which he marshaled his followers in +the field. As it was absolutely falling to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +pieces, I tore off one little bit, no bigger +than a finger-nail, and put it into my waistcoat +pocket; but seeking it subsequently, +it was not to be found.</p> + +<p>On the opposite side of the little chapel, +two or three yards from this tomb, is another +monument, on which lie, side by side, +one of the same knightly race of Harcourts +and his lady. The tradition of the family +is, that this knight was the standard-bearer +of Henry of Richmond in the Battle of +Bosworth Field; and a banner, supposed +to be the same that he carried, now droops +over his effigy. It is just such a colorless +silk rag as the one already described. The +knight has the order of the Garter on his +knee, and the lady wears it on her left +arm,—an odd place enough for a garter; +but, if worn in its proper locality, it could +not be decorously visible. The complete +preservation and good condition of these +statues, even to the minutest adornment +of the sculpture, and their very noses,—the +most vulnerable part of a marble man, +as of a living one,—are miraculous. Except +in Westminster Abbey, among the +chapels of the kings, I have seen none so +well preserved. Perhaps they owe it to +the loyalty of Oxfordshire, diffused throughout<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> +its neighborhood by the influence of +the University, during the great Civil War +and the rule of the Parliament. It speaks +well, too, for the upright and kindly character +of this old family, that the peasantry, +among whom they had lived for ages, did +not desecrate their tombs, when it might +have been done with impunity.</p> + +<p>There are other and more recent memorials +of the Harcourts, one of which is the +tomb of the last lord, who died about a +hundred years ago. His figure, like those +of his ancestors, lies on the top of his tomb, +clad, not in armor, but in his robes as a +peer. The title is now extinct, but the +family survives in a younger branch, and +still holds this patrimonial estate, though +they have long since quitted it as a residence.</p> + +<p>We next went to see the ancient fishponds +appertaining to the mansion, and +which used to be of vast dietary importance +to the family in Catholic times, and when +fish was not otherwise attainable. There +are two or three, or more, of these reservoirs, +one of which is of very respectable +size,—large enough, indeed, to be really +a picturesque object, with its grass-green +borders, and the trees drooping over it, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> +the towers of the castle and the church +reflected within the weed-grown depths of +its smooth mirror. A sweet fragrance, as +it were, of ancient time and present quiet +and seclusion was breathing all around; +the sunshine of to-day had a mellow charm +of antiquity in its brightness. These +ponds are said still to breed abundance of +such fish as love deep and quiet waters; +but I saw only some minnows, and one or +two snakes, which were lying among the +weeds on the top of the water, sunning and +bathing themselves at once.</p> + +<p>I mentioned that there were two towers +remaining of the old castle: the one containing +the kitchen we have already visited; +the other, still more interesting, is next to +be described. It is some seventy feet high, +gray and reverend, but in excellent repair, +though I could not perceive that anything +had been done to renovate it. The basement +story was once the family chapel, and +is, of course, still a consecrated spot. At +one corner of the tower is a circular turret, +within which a narrow staircase, with worn +steps of stone, winds round and round as +it climbs upward, giving access to a chamber +on each floor, and finally emerging on +the battlemented roof. Ascending this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> +turret stair, and arriving at the third story, +we entered a chamber, not large, though +occupying the whole area of the tower, and +lighted by a window on each side. It was +wainscoted from floor to ceiling with dark +oak, and had a little fireplace in one of the +corners. The window-panes were small +and set in lead. The curiosity of this +room is, that it was once the residence of +Pope, and that he here wrote a considerable +part of the translation of Homer, and likewise, +no doubt, the admirable letters to +which I have referred above. The room +once contained a record by himself, +scratched with a diamond on one of the +window-panes (since removed for safekeeping +to Nuneham Courtney, where it +was shown me), purporting that he had +here finished the fifth book of the "Iliad" +on such a day.</p> + +<p>A poet has a fragrance about him, such +as no other human being is gifted withal; +it is indestructible, and clings forevermore +to everything that he has touched. I was +not impressed, at Blenheim, with any sense +that the mighty Duke still haunted the +palace that was created for him; but here, +after a century and a half, we are still +conscious of the presence of that decrepit<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> +little figure of Queen Anne's time, although +he was merely a casual guest in the old +tower, during one or two summer months. +However brief the time and slight the +connection, his spirit cannot be exorcised +so long as the tower stands. In my mind, +moreover, Pope, or any other person with +an available claim, is right in adhering to +the spot, dead or alive; for I never saw a +chamber that I should like better to inhabit,—so +comfortably small, in such a +safe and inaccessible seclusion, and with a +varied landscape from each window. One +of them looks upon the church, close at +hand, and down into the green churchyard, +extending almost to the foot of the tower; +the others have views wide and far, over a +gently undulating tract of country. If +desirous of a loftier elevation, about a +dozen more steps of the turret stair will +bring the occupant to the summit of the +tower,—where Pope used to come, no +doubt, in the summer evenings, and peep—poor +little shrimp that he was!—through +the embrasures of the battlement.</p> + +<p>From Stanton Harcourt we drove—I +forget how far—to a point where a boat +was waiting for us upon the Thames, or +some other stream; for I am ashamed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +confess my ignorance of the precise geographical +whereabout. We were, at any +rate, some miles above Oxford, and, I should +imagine, pretty near one of the sources of +England's mighty river. It was little more +than wide enough for the boat, with extended +oars, to pass,—shallow, too, and +bordered with bulrushes and water-weeds, +which, in some places, quite overgrew the +surface of the river from bank to bank. +The shores were flat and meadow-like, and +sometimes, the boatman told us, are overflowed +by the rise of the stream. The +water looked clean and pure, but not particularly +transparent, though enough so to +show us that the bottom is very much +weed-grown; and I was told that the weed +is an American production, brought to +England with importations of timber, and +now threatening to choke up the Thames +and other English rivers. I wonder it does +not try its obstructive powers upon the +Merrimack, the Connecticut, or the Hudson,—not +to speak of the St. Lawrence or +the Mississippi!</p> + +<p>It was an open boat, with cushioned +seats astern, comfortably accommodating +our party; the day continued sunny and +warm, and perfectly still; the boatman,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> +well trained to his business, managed the +oars skillfully and vigorously: and we went +down the stream quite as swiftly as it was +desirable to go, the scene being so pleasant, +and the passing hours so thoroughly +agreeable. The river grew a little wider +and deeper, perhaps, as we glided on, but +was still an inconsiderable stream: for it +had a good deal more than a hundred miles +to meander through before it should bear +fleets on its bosom, and reflect palaces and +towers and Parliament houses and dingy +and sordid piles of various structure, as it +rolled to and fro with the tide, dividing +London asunder. Not, in truth, that I ever +saw any edifice whatever reflected in its +turbid breast, when the sylvan stream, as +we beheld it now, is swollen into the +Thames at London.</p> + +<p>Once, on our voyage, we had to land, +while the boatman and some other persons +drew our skiff round some rapids, which +we could not otherwise have passed; another +time, the boat went through a lock. +We, meanwhile, stepped ashore to examine +the ruins of the old nunnery of Godstowe, +where Fair Rosamond secluded herself, +after being separated from her royal lover. +There is a long line of ruinous wall, and a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> +shattered tower at one of the angles; the +whole much ivy-grown,—brimming over, +indeed, with clustering ivy, which is rooted +inside of the walls. The nunnery is now, +I believe, held in lease by the city of Oxford, +which has converted its precincts into +a barnyard. The gate was under lock and +key, so that we could merely look at the +outside, and soon resumed our places in +the boat.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus048.jpg" width="600" height="325" alt="The Thames, from Folly Bridge." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The Thames, from Folly Bridge.</p> + +<p>At three o'clock or thereabouts (or +sooner or later,—for I took little heed of +time, and only wished that these delightful +wanderings might last forever) we reached +Folly Bridge, at Oxford. Here we took possession +of a spacious barge, with a house in +it, and a comfortable dining-room or drawing-room +within the house, and a level roof, +on which we could sit at ease, or dance if +so inclined. These barges are common at +Oxford,—some very splendid ones being +owned by the students of the different colleges, +or by clubs. They are drawn by +horses, like canal-boats; and a horse being +attached to our own barge, he trotted +off at a reasonable pace, and we slipped +through the water behind him, with a +gentle and pleasant motion, which, save +for the constant vicissitude of cultivated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span> +scenery, was like no motion at all. It was +life without the trouble of living; nothing +was ever more quietly agreeable. In this +happy state of mind and body we gazed at +Christ Church meadows, as we passed, +and at the receding spires and towers of +Oxford, and on a good deal of pleasant variety +along the banks: young men rowing +or fishing; troops of naked boys bathing, +as if this were Arcadia, in the simplicity +of the Golden Age; country-houses, cottages, +water-side inns, all with something +fresh about them, as not being sprinkled +with the dust of the highway. We were a +large party now; for a number of additional +guests had joined us at Folly Bridge, +and we comprised poets, novelists, scholars, +sculptors, painters, architects, men and +women of renown, dear friends, genial, outspoken, +open-hearted Englishmen,—all +voyaging onward together, like the wise +ones of Gotham in a bowl. I remember +not a single annoyance, except, indeed, +that a swarm of wasps came aboard of us +and alighted on the head of one of our +young gentlemen, attracted by the scent of +the pomatum which he had been rubbing +into his hair. He was the only victim, and +his small trouble the one little flaw in our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span> +day's felicity, to put us in mind that we +were mortal.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, a table had been laid in the +interior of our barge, and spread with cold +ham, cold fowl, cold pigeon-pie, cold beef, +and other substantial cheer, such as the +English love, and Yankees too,—besides +tarts, and cakes, and pears, and plums,—not +forgetting, of course, a goodly provision +of port, sherry, and champagne, and +bitter ale, which is like mother's milk to +an Englishman, and soon grows equally +acceptable to his American cousin. By the +time these matters had been properly attended +to, we had arrived at that part of +the Thames which passes by Nuneham +Courtney, a fine estate belonging to the +Harcourts, and the present residence of +the family. Here we landed, and, climbing +a steep slope from the river-side, +paused a moment or two to look at an architectural +object, called the Carfax, the +purport of which I do not well understand. +Thence we proceeded onward, through the +loveliest park and woodland scenery I ever +saw, and under as beautiful a declining +sunshine as heaven ever shed over earth, +to the stately mansion-house.</p> + +<p>As we here cross a private threshold,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> +it is not allowable to pursue my feeble narrative +of this delightful day with the same +freedom as heretofore; so, perhaps, I may +as well bring it to a close. I may mention, +however, that I saw the library, a fine, +large apartment, hung round with portraits +of eminent literary men, principally of the +last century, most of whom were familiar +guests of the Harcourts. The house itself +is about eighty years old, and is built +in the classic style, as if the family had been +anxious to diverge as far as possible from +the Gothic picturesqueness of their old +abode at Stanton Harcourt. The grounds +were laid out in part by Capability Brown, +and seemed to me even more beautiful +than those of Blenheim. Mason the poet, +a friend of the house, gave the design of a +portion of the garden. Of the whole place +I will not be niggardly of my rude Transatlantic +praise, but be bold to say that it +appeared to me as perfect as anything +earthly can be,—utterly and entirely finished, +as if the years and generations had +done all that the hearts and minds of the +successive owners could contrive for a spot +they dearly loved. Such homes as Nuneham +Courtney are among the splendid +results of long hereditary possession; and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> +we Republicans, whose households melt +away like new-fallen snow in a spring morning, +must content ourselves with our many +counterbalancing advantages,—for this +one, so apparently desirable to the far-projecting +selfishness of our nature, we are +certain never to attain.</p> + +<p>It must not be supposed, nevertheless, +that Nuneham Courtney is one of the great +show-places of England. It is merely a +fair specimen of the better class of country-seats, +and has a hundred rivals, and +many superiors, in the features of beauty, +and expansive, manifold, redundant comfort, +which most impressed me. A moderate +man might be content with such a +home,—that is all.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus054.jpg" width="600" height="373" alt="Magdalen College, Oxford." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Magdalen College, Oxford.</p> + +<p>And now I take leave of Oxford without +even an attempt to describe it,—there being +no literary faculty, attainable or conceivable +by me, which can avail to put it +adequately, or even tolerably, upon paper. +It must remain its own sole expression; +and those whose sad fortune it may be +never to behold it have no better resource +than to dream about gray, weather-stained, +ivy-grown edifices, wrought with quaint +Gothic ornament, and standing around +grassy quadrangles, where cloistered walks +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span>have echoed to the quiet footsteps of +twenty generations,—lawns and gardens +of luxurious repose, shadowed with canopies +of foliage, and lit up with sunny +glimpses through archways of great boughs,—spires, +towers, and turrets, each with its +history and legend,—dimly magnificent +chapels, with painted windows of rare +beauty and brilliantly diversified hues, +creating an atmosphere of richest gloom,—vast +college halls, high-windowed, oaken-paneled, +and hung round with portraits of +the men, in every age, whom the university +has nurtured to be illustrious,—long +vistas of alcoved libraries, where the wisdom +and learned folly of all time is shelved,—kitchens +(we throw in this feature by +way of ballast, and because it would not be +English Oxford without its beef and beer), +with huge fireplaces, capable of roasting a +hundred joints at once,—and cavernous +cellars, where rows of piled-up hogsheads +seethe and fume with that mighty malt-liquor +which is the true milk of Alma +Mater: make all these things vivid in your +dream, and you will never know nor believe +how inadequate is the result to represent +even the merest outside of Oxford.</p> + +<p>We feel a genuine reluctance to conclude<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> +this article without making our grateful +acknowledgments, by name, to a gentleman +whose overflowing kindness was the main +condition of all our sight-seeings and enjoyments. +Delightful as will always be our +recollection of Oxford and its neighborhood, +we partly suspect that it owes much of +its happy coloring to the genial medium +through which the objects were presented +to us,—to the kindly magic of a hospitality +unsurpassed, within our experience, in the +quality of making the guest contented with +his host, with himself, and everything about +him. He has inseparably mingled his image +with our remembrance of the Spires of +Oxford.</p> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> + +<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII.</h2> + +<p class="h3">SOME OF THE HAUNTS OF BURNS</p> + +<p>We left Carlisle at a little past eleven, +and within the half hour were at Gretna +Green. Thence we rushed onward into +Scotland through a flat and dreary tract of +country, consisting mainly of desert and +bog, where probably the moss-troopers were +accustomed to take refuge after their raids +into England. Anon, however, the hills +hove themselves up to view, occasionally +attaining a height which might almost be +called mountainous. In about two hours +we reached Dumfries, and alighted at the +station there.</p> + +<p>Chill as the Scottish summer is reputed +to be, we found it an awfully hot day, not +a whit less so than the day before; but we +sturdily adventured through the burning +sunshine up into the town, inquiring our +way to the residence of Burns. The street +leading from the station is called Shakespeare +Street; and at its farther extremity +we read "Burns Street" on a corner-house,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span>—the +avenue thus designated having been +formerly known as "Mill-Hole Brae." It +is a vile lane, paved with small, hard stones +from side to side, and bordered by cottages +or mean houses of whitewashed stone, joining +one to another along the whole length +of the street. With not a tree, of course, +or a blade of grass between the paving-stones, +the narrow lane was as hot as +Tophet, and reeked with a genuine Scotch +odor, being infested with unwashed children, +and altogether in a state of chronic +filth; although some women seemed to be +hopelessly scrubbing the thresholds of their +wretched dwellings. I never saw an outskirt +of a town less fit for a poet's residence, +or in which it would be more miserable for +any man of cleanly predilections to spend +his days.</p> + +<p>We asked for Burns's dwelling; and a +woman pointed across the street to a two-story +house, built of stone, and whitewashed, +like its neighbors, but perhaps of a +little more respectable aspect than most of +them, though I hesitate in saying so. It +was not a separate structure, but under the +same continuous roof with the next. There +was an inscription on the door, bearing no +reference to Burns, but indicating that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> +house was now occupied by a ragged or +industrial school. On knocking, we were +instantly admitted by a servant-girl, who +smiled intelligently when we told our errand, +and showed us into a low and very +plain parlor, not more than twelve or fifteen +feet square. A young woman, who seemed +to be a teacher in the school, soon appeared, +and told us that this had been +Burns's usual sitting-room, and that he had +written many of his songs here.</p> + +<p>She then led us up a narrow staircase +into a little bedchamber over the parlor. +Connecting with it, there is a very small +room, or windowed closet, which Burns +used as a study; and the bedchamber itself +was the one where he slept in his later +lifetime, and in which he died at last. +Altogether, it is an exceedingly unsuitable +place for a pastoral and rural poet to live +or die in,—even more unsatisfactory than +Shakespeare's house, which has a certain +homely picturesqueness that contrasts favorably +with the suburban sordidness of +the abode before us. The narrow lane, +the paving-stones, and the contiguity of +wretched hovels are depressing to remember; +and the steam of them (such is our +human weakness) might almost make the +poet's memory less fragrant.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> + +<p>As already observed, it was an intolerably +hot day. After leaving the house, +we found our way into the principal street +of the town, which, it may be fair to say, is +of very different aspect from the wretched +outskirt above described. Entering a hotel +(in which, as a Dumfries guide-book assured +us, Prince Charles Edward had once +spent a night), we rested and refreshed +ourselves, and then set forth in quest of +the mausoleum of Burns.</p> + +<p>Coming to St. Michael's Church, we saw +a man digging a grave, and, scrambling out +of the hole, he let us into the churchyard, +which was crowded full of monuments. +Their general shape and construction are +peculiar to Scotland, being a perpendicular +tablet of marble or other stone, within a +framework of the same material, somewhat +resembling the frame of a looking-glass; +and, all over the churchyard, these sepulchral +memorials rise to the height of ten, +fifteen, or twenty feet, forming quite an +imposing collection of monuments, but inscribed +with names of small general significance. +It was easy, indeed, to ascertain +the rank of those who slept below; for in +Scotland it is the custom to put the occupation +of the buried personage (as "Skinner,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> +"Shoemaker," "Flesher") on his +tombstone. As another peculiarity, wives +are buried under their maiden names, instead +of those of their husbands, thus giving +a disagreeable impression that the married +pair have bidden each other an eternal +farewell on the edge of the grave.</p> + +<p>There was a foot-path through this crowded +churchyard, sufficiently well worn to +guide us to the grave of Burns; but a +woman followed behind us, who, it appeared +kept the key of the mausoleum, +and was privileged to show it to strangers. +The monument is a sort of Grecian temple, +with pilasters and a dome, covering a space +of about twenty feet square. It was formerly +open to all the inclemencies of the +Scotch atmosphere, but is now protected +and shut in by large squares of rough +glass, each pane being of the size of one +whole side of the structure. The woman +unlocked the door, and admitted us into +the interior. Inlaid into the floor of the +mausoleum is the gravestone of Burns,—the +very same that was laid over his grave +by Jean Armour, before this monument +was built. Displayed against the surrounding +wall is a marble statue of Burns at the +plough, with the Genius of Caledonia summoning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> +the ploughman to turn poet. Methought +it was not a very successful piece +of work; for the plough was better sculptured +than the man, and the man, though +heavy and cloddish, was more effective +than the goddess. Our guide informed us +that an old man of ninety, who knew +Burns, certifies this statue to be very like +the original.</p> + +<p>The bones of the poet, and of Jean +Armour, and of some of their children, lie +in the vault over which we stood. Our guide +(who was intelligent, in her own plain way, +and very agreeable to talk withal) said +that the vault was opened about three +weeks ago, on occasion of the burial of +the eldest son of Burns. The poet's bones +were disturbed, and the dry skull, once so +brimming over with powerful thought and +bright and tender fantasies, was taken +away, and kept for several days by a Dumfries +doctor. It has since been deposited +in a new leaden coffin, and restored to the +vault. We learned that there is a surviving +daughter of Burns's eldest son, and +daughters likewise of the two younger +sons,—and, besides these, an illegitimate +posterity by the eldest son, who appears +to have been of disreputable life in his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> +younger days. He inherited his father's +failings, with some faint shadow, I have +also understood, of the great qualities +which have made the world tender of his +father's vices and weaknesses.</p> + +<p>We listened readily enough to this paltry +gossip, but found that it robbed the poet's +memory of some of the reverence that was +its due. Indeed, this talk over his grave +had very much the same tendency and effect +as the home-scene of his life, which +we had been visiting just previously. Beholding +his poor, mean dwelling and its +surroundings, and picturing his outward +life and earthly manifestations from these, +one does not so much wonder that the +people of that day should have failed to +recognize all that was admirable and immortal +in a disreputable, drunken, shabbily +clothed, and shabbily housed man, consorting +with associates of damaged character, +and, as his only ostensible occupation, +gauging the whiskey, which he too often +tasted. Siding with Burns, as we needs +must, in his plea against the world, let us +try to do the world a little justice too. It +is far easier to know and honor a poet +when his fame has taken shape in the +spotlessness of marble than when the actual<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> +man comes staggering before you, besmeared +with the sordid stains of his daily +life. For my part, I chiefly wonder that +his recognition dawned so brightly while +he was still living. There must have been +something very grand in his immediate +presence, some strangely impressive characteristic +in his natural behavior, to have +caused him to seem like a demigod so +soon.</p> + +<p>As we went back through the churchyard, +we saw a spot where nearly four hundred +inhabitants of Dumfries were buried +during the cholera year; and also some +curious old monuments, with raised letters, +the inscriptions on which were not sufficiently +legible to induce us to puzzle them +out; but, I believe, they mark the resting-places +of old Covenanters, some of whom +were killed by Claverhouse and his fellow-ruffians.</p> + +<p>St. Michael's Church is of red freestone, +and was built about a hundred years ago, +on an old Catholic foundation. Our guide +admitted us into it, and showed us, in the +porch, a very pretty little marble figure +of a child asleep, with a drapery over the +lower part, from beneath which appeared +its two baby feet. It was truly a sweet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> +little statue; and the woman told us that +it represented a child of the sculptor, and +that the baby (here still in its marble infancy) +had died more than twenty-six years +ago. "Many ladies," she said, "especially +such as had ever lost a child, had shed +tears over it." It was very pleasant to +think of the sculptor bestowing the best of +his genius and art to re-create his tender +child in stone, and to make the representation +as soft and sweet as the original; but +the conclusion of the story has something +that jars with our awakened sensibilities. +A gentleman from London had seen the +statue, and was so much delighted with it +that he bought it of the father-artist, after +it had lain above a quarter of a century in +the church-porch. So this was not the +real, tender image that came out of the +father's heart; he had sold that truest one +for a hundred guineas, and sculptured this +mere copy to replace it. The first figure +was entirely naked in its earthly and spiritual +innocence. The copy, as I have said +above, has a drapery over the lower limbs. +But, after all, if we come to the truth of +the matter, the sleeping baby may be as +fitly reposited in the drawing-room of a +connoisseur as in a cold and dreary church-porch.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span></p> + +<p>We went into the church, and found it +very plain and naked, without altar decorations, +and having its floor quite covered +with unsightly wooden pews. The woman +led us to a pew, cornering on one of the +side aisles, and, telling us that it used to be +Burns's family pew, showed us his seat, +which is in the corner by the aisle. It is +so situated, that a sturdy pillar hid him +from the pulpit, and from the minister's +eye; "for Robin was no great friends with +the ministers," said she. This touch—his +seat behind the pillar, and Burns himself +nodding in sermon-time, or keenly observant +of profane things—brought him before +us to the life. In the corner-seat of +the next pew, right before Burns, and not +more than two feet off, sat the young lady +on whom the poet saw that unmentionable +parasite, which he has immortalized +in song. We were ungenerous enough to +ask the lady's name, but the good woman +could not tell it. This was the last thing +which we saw in Dumfries worthy of record; +and it ought to be noted that our guide refused +some money which my companion +offered her, because I had already paid her +what she deemed sufficient.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus068.jpg" width="400" height="564" alt="Robert Burns." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Robert Burns.</p> + +<p>At the railway-station we spent more +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span>than a weary hour, waiting for the train, +which at last came up, and took us to +Mauchline. We got into an omnibus, the +only conveyance to be had, and drove about +a mile to the village, where we established +ourselves at the Loudoun Hotel, one of +the veriest country inns which we have +found in Great Britain. The town of +Mauchline, a place more redolent of Burns +than almost any other, consists of a street +or two of contiguous cottages, mostly whitewashed, +and with thatched roofs. It has +nothing sylvan or rural in the immediate +village, and is as ugly a place as mortal man +could contrive to make, or to render uglier +through a succession of untidy generations. +The fashion of paving the village street, and +patching one shabby house on the gable-end +of another, quite shuts out all verdure +and pleasantness; but, I presume, we are +not likely to see a more genuine old Scotch +village, such as they used to be in Burns's +time, and long before, than this of Mauchline. +The church stands about midway up +the street, and is built of red freestone, +very simple in its architecture, with a square +tower and pinnacles. In this sacred edifice, +and its churchyard, was the scene of one +of Burns's most characteristic productions, +"The Holy Fair."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span></p> + +<p>Almost directly opposite its gate, across +the village street, stands Posie Nansie's inn, +where the "Jolly Beggars" congregated. +The latter is a two-story, red-stone, thatched +house, looking old, but by no means venerable, +like a drunken patriarch. It has +small, old-fashioned windows, and may well +have stood for centuries,—though, seventy +or eighty years ago, when Burns was conversant +with it, I should fancy it might +have been something better than a beggars' +alehouse. The whole town of Mauchline +looks rusty and time-worn,—even the +newer houses, of which there are several, +being shadowed and darkened by the general +aspect of the place. When we arrived, +all the wretched little dwellings seemed to +have belched forth their inhabitants into +the warm summer evening: everybody was +chatting with everybody, on the most familiar +terms; the bare-legged children +gamboled or quarreled uproariously, and +came freely, moreover, and looked into the +window of our parlor. When we ventured +out, we were followed by the gaze of the +old town: people standing in their doorways, +old women popping their heads from +the chamber-windows, and stalwart men—idle +on Saturday at e'en, after their week's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> +hard labor—clustering at the street-corners, +merely to stare at our unpretending +selves. Except in some remote little town +of Italy (where, besides, the inhabitants had +the intelligible stimulus of beggary), I have +never been honored with nearly such an +amount of public notice.</p> + +<p>The next forenoon my companion put +me to shame by attending church, after +vainly exhorting me to do the like; and it +being Sacrament Sunday, and my poor +friend being wedged into the farther end +of a closely filled pew, he was forced to +stay through the preaching of four several +sermons, and came back perfectly exhausted +and desperate. He was somewhat consoled, +however, on finding that he had witnessed +a spectacle of Scotch manners identical with +that of Burns's "Holy Fair" on the very +spot where the poet located that immortal +description. By way of further conformance +to the customs of the country, we +ordered a sheep's head and the broth, and +did penance accordingly; and at five o'clock +we took a fly, and set out for Burns's farm +of Moss Giel.</p> + +<p>Moss Giel is not more than a mile from +Mauchline, and the road extends over a +high ridge of land, with a view of far hills<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> +and green slopes on either side. Just before +we reached the farm, the driver stopped +to point out a hawthorn, growing by the +wayside, which he said was Burns's "Lousie +Thorn;" and I devoutly plucked a branch, +although I have really forgotten where or +how this illustrious shrub has been celebrated. +We then turned into a rude gateway, +and almost immediately came to the +farm-house of Moss Giel, standing some +fifty yards removed from the high-road, +behind a tall hedge of hawthorn, and considerably +overshadowed by trees. The +house is a whitewashed stone cottage, like +thousands of others in England and Scotland, +with a thatched roof, on which grass +and weeds have intruded a picturesque, +though alien, growth. There is a door and +one window in front, besides another little +window that peeps out among the thatch. +Close by the cottage, and extending back +at right angles from it, so as to inclose the +farm-yard, are two other buildings of the +same size, shape, and general appearance +as the house: any one of the three looks +just as fit for a human habitation as the +two others, and all three look still more +suitable for donkey-stables and pigsties. +As we drove into the farm-yard, bounded<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> +on three sides by these three hovels, a +large dog began to bark at us; and some +women and children made their appearance, +but seemed to demur about admitting +us, because the master and mistress +were very religious people, and had not yet +come back from the Sacrament at Mauchline.</p> + +<p>However, it would not do to be turned +back from the very threshold of Robert +Burns; and as the women seemed to be +merely straggling visitors, and nobody, at all +events, had a right to send us away, we went +into the back door, and, turning to the right, +entered a kitchen. It showed a deplorable +lack of housewifely neatness, and in it there +were three or four children, one of whom, +a girl eight or nine years old, held a baby +in her arms. She proved to be the daughter +of the people of the house, and gave us +what leave she could to look about us. +Thence we stepped across the narrow mid-passage +of the cottage into the only other +apartment below stairs, a sitting-room, +where we found a young man eating bread +and cheese. He informed us that he did +not live there, and had only called in to +refresh himself on his way home from +church. This room, like the kitchen, was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span> +a noticeably poor one, and, besides being +all that the cottage had to show for a parlor, +it was a sleeping-apartment, having two +beds, which might be curtained off, on +occasion. The young man allowed us liberty +(so far as in him lay) to go up stairs. +Up we crept, accordingly; and a few steps +brought us to the top of the staircase, over +the kitchen, where we found the wretchedest +little sleeping-chamber in the world, +with a sloping roof under the thatch, and +two beds spread upon the bare floor. This, +most probably, was Burns's chamber; or, +perhaps, it may have been that of his mother's +servant-maid; and, in either case, this +rude floor, at one time or another, must +have creaked beneath the poet's midnight +tread. On the opposite side of the passage +was the door of another attic-chamber, +opening which, I saw a considerable number +of cheeses on the floor.</p> + +<p>The whole house was pervaded with a +frowzy smell, and also a dunghill odor; +and it is not easy to understand how the +atmosphere of such a dwelling can be any +more agreeable or salubrious morally than +it appeared to be physically. No virgin, +surely, could keep a holy awe about her +while stowed higgledy-piggledy with coarse-natured<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> +rustics into this narrowness and +filth. Such a habitation is calculated to +make beasts of men and women; and it +indicates a degree of barbarism which I +did not imagine to exist in Scotland, that +a tiller of broad fields, like the farmer of +Mauchline, should have his abode in a +pigsty. It is sad to think of anybody—not +to say a poet, but any human being—sleeping, +eating, thinking, praying, and +spending all his home-life in this miserable +hovel; but, methinks, I never in the +least knew how to estimate the miracle of +Burns's genius, nor his heroic merit for +being no worse man, until I thus learned +the squalid hindrances amid which he developed +himself. Space, a free atmosphere, +and cleanliness have a vast deal to do with +the possibilities of human virtue.</p> + +<p>The biographers talk of the farm of +Moss Giel as being damp and unwholesome; +but I do not see why, outside of the +cottage-walls, it should possess so evil a reputation. +It occupies a high, broad ridge, +enjoying, surely, whatever benefit can come +of a breezy site, and sloping far downward +before any marshy soil is reached. The +high hedge, and the trees that stand beside +the cottage, give it a pleasant aspect<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span> +enough to one who does not know the +grimy secrets of the interior; and the +summer afternoon was now so bright that +I shall remember the scene with a great +deal of sunshine over it.</p> + +<p>Leaving the cottage, we drove through +a field, which the driver told us was that +in which Burns turned up the mouse's +nest. It is the inclosure nearest to the +cottage, and seems now to be a pasture, +and a rather remarkably unfertile one. A +little farther on, the ground was whitened +with an immense number of daisies,—daisies, +daisies everywhere; and in answer +to my inquiry, the driver said that this was +the field where Burns ran his ploughshare +over the daisy. If so, the soil seems to +have been consecrated to daisies by the +song which he bestowed on that first immortal +one. I alighted, and plucked a +whole handful of these "wee, modest, crimson-tipped +flowers," which will be precious +to many friends in our own country as +coming from Burns's farm, and being of +the same race and lineage as that daisy +which he turned into an amaranthine flower +while seeming to destroy it.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <span class="smcap">Southport</span>, <i>May 10th</i>. The grass has been green +for a month,—indeed, it has never been entirely brown, +and now the trees and hedges are beginning to be in +foliage. Weeks ago the daisies bloomed, even in the +sandy grass-plot bordering on the promenade beneath +our front windows; and in the progress of the daisy, +and towards its consummation, I saw the propriety of +Burns's epithet, "wee, modest, <i>crimson-tipped</i> flower,"—its +little white petals in the bud being fringed all round +with crimson, which fades into pure white when the +flower blooms.—II. 419.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span></p></div> + +<p>From Moss Giel we drove through a variety +of pleasant scenes, some of which +were familiar to us by their connection +with Burns. We skirted, too, along a portion +of the estate of Auchinleck, which +still belongs to the Boswell family,—the +present possessor being Sir James Boswell,<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> +a grandson of Johnson's friend, and +son of the Sir Alexander who was killed in +a duel. Our driver spoke of Sir James as +a kind, free-hearted man, but addicted to +horse-races and similar pastimes, and a +little too familiar with the wine-cup; so +that poor Bozzy's booziness would appear +to have become hereditary in his ancient +line. There is no male heir to the estate +of Auchinleck. The portion of the lands +which we saw is covered with wood and +much undermined with rabbit-warrens; +nor, though the territory extends over a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span>large number of acres, is the income very +considerable.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Sir James Boswell is now dead.</p></div> + +<p>By and by we came to the spot where +Burns saw Miss Alexander, the Lass of +Ballochmyle. It was on a bridge, which +(or, more probably, a bridge that has succeeded +to the old one, and is made of iron) +crosses from bank to bank, high in air +over a deep gorge of the road; so that the +young lady may have appeared to Burns +like a creature between earth and sky, and +compounded chiefly of celestial elements. +But, in honest truth, the great charm of a +woman, in Burns's eyes, was always her +womanhood, and not the angelic mixture +which other poets find in her.</p> + +<p>Our driver pointed out the course taken +by the Lass of Ballochmyle, through the +shrubbery, to a rock on the banks of the +Lugar, where it seems to be the tradition +that Burns accosted her. The song implies +no such interview. Lovers, of whatever +condition, high or low, could desire +no lovelier scene in which to breathe their +vows: the river flowing over its pebbly +bed, sometimes gleaming into the sunshine, +sometimes hidden deep in verdure, +and here and there eddying at the foot of +high and precipitous cliffs. This beautiful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span> +estate of Ballochmyle is still held by the +family of Alexanders, to whom Burns's +song has given renown on cheaper terms +than any other set of people ever attained +it. How slight the tenure seems! A +young lady happened to walk out, one +summer afternoon, and crossed the path +of a neighboring farmer, who celebrated +the little incident in four or five warm, +rude,—at least, not refined, though rather +ambitious,—and somewhat ploughman-like +verses. Burns has written hundreds +of better things; but henceforth, for centuries, +that maiden has free admittance +into the dream-land of Beautiful Women, +and she and all her race are famous. I +should like to know the present head of +the family, and ascertain what value, if any, +the members of it put upon the celebrity +thus won.</p> + +<p>We passed through Catrine, known hereabouts +as "the clean village of Scotland." +Certainly, as regards the point indicated, +it has greatly the advantage of Mauchline, +whither we now returned without seeing +anything else worth writing about.</p> + +<p>There was a rain-storm during the night, +and, in the morning, the rusty, old, sloping +street of Mauchline was glistening with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> +wet, while frequent showers came spattering +down. The intense heat of many days +past was exchanged for a chilly atmosphere, +much more suitable to a stranger's idea of +what Scotch temperature ought to be. We +found, after breakfast, that the first train +northward had already gone by, and that +we must wait till nearly two o'clock for the +next. I merely ventured out once, during +the forenoon, and took a brief walk through +the village, in which I have left little to +describe. Its chief business appears to +be the manufacture of snuff-boxes. There +are perhaps five or six shops, or more, including +those licensed to sell only tea and +tobacco; the best of them have the characteristics +of village stores in the United +States, dealing in a small way with an extensive +variety of articles. I peeped into +the open gateway of the churchyard, and +saw that the ground was absolutely stuffed +with dead people, and the surface crowded +with gravestones, both perpendicular and +horizontal. All Burns's old Mauchline acquaintance +are doubtless there, and the +Armours among them, except Bonny Jean, +who sleeps by her poet's side. The family +of Armour is now extinct in Mauchline.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span></p> + +<p>Arriving at the railway-station, we found +a tall, elderly, comely gentleman walking +to and fro and waiting for the train. He +proved to be a Mr. Alexander,—it may +fairly be presumed the Alexander of Ballochmyle, +a blood relation of the lovely lass. +Wonderful efficacy of a poet's verse, that +could shed a glory from Long Ago on this +old gentleman's white hair! These Alexanders, +by the by, are not an old family on +the Ballochmyle estate; the father of the +lass having made a fortune in trade, and +established himself as the first landed proprietor +of his name in these parts. The +original family was named Whitefoord.</p> + +<p>Our ride to Ayr presented nothing very +remarkable; and, indeed, a cloudy and rainy +day takes the varnish off the scenery, and +causes a woful diminution in the beauty +and impressiveness of everything we see. +Much of our way lay along a flat, sandy +level, in a southerly direction. We reached +Ayr in the midst of hopeless rain, and drove +to the King's Arms Hotel. In the intervals +of showers I took peeps at the town, which +appeared to have many modern or modern-fronted +edifices; although there are likewise +tall, gray, gabled, and quaint-looking +houses in the by-streets, here and there,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> +betokening an ancient place. The town +lies on both sides of the Ayr, which is +here broad and stately, and bordered with +dwellings that look from their windows +directly down into the passing tide.</p> + +<p>I crossed the river by a modern and +handsome stone bridge, and recrossed it, at +no great distance, by a venerable structure +of four gray arches, which must have bestridden +the stream ever since the early +days of Scottish history. These are the +"Two Briggs of Ayr," whose midnight +conversation was overheard by Burns, while +other auditors were aware only of the rush +and rumble of the wintry stream among the +arches. The ancient bridge is steep and +narrow, and paved like a street, and defended +by a parapet of red freestone, except +at the two ends, where some mean old shops +allow scanty room for the pathway to creep +between. Nothing else impressed me hereabouts, +unless I mention that, during the +rain, the women and girls went about the +streets of Ayr barefooted to save their +shoes.</p> + +<p>The next morning wore a lowering aspect +as if it felt itself destined to be one +of many consecutive days of storm. After +a good Scotch breakfast, however, of fresh<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span> +herrings and eggs, we took a fly, and started +at a little past ten for the banks of the +Doon. On our way, at about two miles +from Ayr, we drew up at a roadside cottage, +on which was an inscription to the effect +that Robert Burns was born within its +walls. It is now a public house; and, of +course, we alighted and entered its little +sitting-room, which, as we at present see it, +is a neat apartment with the modern improvement +of a ceiling. The walls are +much overscribbled with names of visitors, +and the wooden door of a cupboard in the +wainscot, as well as all the other wood-work +of the room, is cut and carved with initial +letters. So, likewise, are two tables, which, +having received a coat of varnish over the +inscriptions, form really curious and interesting +articles of furniture. I have seldom +(though I do not personally adopt this +mode of illustrating my humble name) felt +inclined to ridicule the natural impulse of +most people thus to record themselves at +the shrines of poets and heroes.</p> + +<p>On a panel, let into the wall in a corner +of the room, is a portrait of Burns, copied +from the original picture by Nasmyth. The +floor of this apartment is of boards, which +are probably a recent substitute for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> +ordinary flag-stones of a peasant's cottage. +There is but one other room pertaining to +the genuine birthplace of Robert Burns: +it is the kitchen, into which we now went. +It has a floor of flag-stones, even ruder than +those of Shakespeare's house,—though, +perhaps, not so strangely cracked and broken +as the latter, over which the hoof of +Satan himself might seem to have been +trampling. A new window has been opened +through the wall, towards the road; but on +the opposite side is the little original window, +of only four small panes, through +which came the first daylight that shone +upon the Scottish poet. At the side of +the room, opposite the fireplace, is a recess, +containing a bed, which can be hidden by +curtains. In that humble nook, of all places +in the world, Providence was pleased to deposit +the germ of richest human life which +mankind then had within its circumference.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus086.jpg" width="600" height="373" alt="Burns's Birthplace." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Burns's Birthplace.</p> + +<p>These two rooms, as I have said, make +up the whole sum and substance of Burns's +birthplace: for there were no chambers, +nor even attics; and the thatched roof +formed the only ceiling of kitchen and sitting-room, +the height of which was that of +the whole house. The cottage, however, is +attached to another edifice of the same size +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span>and description, as these little habitations +often are; and, moreover, a splendid addition +has been made to it, since the poet's +renown began to draw visitors to the wayside +alehouse. The old woman of the house +led us through an entry, and showed a +vaulted hall, of no vast dimensions, to be +sure, but marvelously large and splendid +as compared with what might be anticipated +from the outward aspect of the cottage. +It contained a bust of Burns, and +was hung round with pictures and engravings, +principally illustrative of his life and +poems. In this part of the house, too, +there is a parlor, fragrant with tobacco-smoke; +and, no doubt, many a noggin of +whiskey is here quaffed to the memory of +the bard, who professed to draw so much +inspiration from that potent liquor.</p> + +<p>We bought some engravings of Kirk +Alloway, the Bridge of Doon, and the monument, +and gave the old woman a fee besides, +and took our leave. A very short +drive farther brought us within sight of the +monument, and to the hotel, situated close +by the entrance of the ornamental grounds +within which the former is inclosed. We +rang the bell at the gate of the inclosure, +but were forced to wait a considerable time;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> +because the old man, the regular superintendent +of the spot, had gone to assist at +the laying of the corner-stone of a new +kirk. He appeared anon, and admitted us, +but immediately hurried away to be present +at the concluding ceremonies, leaving us +locked up with Burns.</p> + +<p>The inclosure around the monument is +beautifully laid out as an ornamental garden, +and abundantly provided with rare +flowers and shrubbery, all tended with loving +care. The monument stands on an elevated +site, and consists of a massive basement +story, three-sided, above which rises +a light and elegant Grecian temple,—a +mere dome, supported on Corinthian pillars, +and open to all the winds. The edifice +is beautiful in itself; though I know +not what peculiar appropriateness it may +have, as the memorial of a Scottish rural +poet.</p> + +<p>The door of the basement story stood +open; and, entering, we saw a bust of +Burns in a niche, looking keener, more refined, +but not so warm and whole-souled +as his pictures usually do. I think the +likeness cannot be good. In the centre of +the room stood a glass case, in which were +reposited the two volumes of the little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> +Pocket Bible that Burns gave to Highland +Mary, when they pledged their troth to +one another. It is poorly printed on coarse +paper. A verse of Scripture referring to +the solemnity and awfulness of vows is written +within the cover of each volume, in the +poet's own hand; and fastened to one of +the covers is a lock of Highland Mary's +golden hair. This Bible had been carried +to America by one of her relatives, but was +sent back to be fitly treasured here.</p> + +<p>There is a staircase within the monument, +by which we ascended to the top, +and had a view of both Briggs of Doon: +the scene of Tam O'Shanter's misadventure +being close at hand. Descending, we +wandered through the inclosed garden, and +came to a little building in a corner, on entering +which, we found the two statues of +Tam and Sutor Wat,—ponderous stone-work +enough, yet permeated in a remarkable +degree with living warmth and jovial +hilarity. From this part of the garden, +too, we again beheld the old Brigg of +Doon, over which Tam galloped in such +imminent and awful peril. It is a beautiful +object in the landscape, with one high, +graceful arch, ivy-grown, and shadowed all +over and around with foliage.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus092.jpg" width="600" height="375" alt="The Auld Brig o' Doon." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The Auld Brig o' Doon.</p> + +<p>When we had waited a good while, the +old gardener came, telling us that he had +heard an excellent prayer at laying the corner-stone +of the new kirk. He now gave +us some roses and sweetbrier, and let us +out from his pleasant garden. We immediately +hastened to Kirk Alloway, which +is within two or three minutes' walk of the +monument. A few steps ascend from the +roadside, through a gate, into the old +graveyard, in the midst of which stands +the kirk. The edifice is wholly roofless, +but the side-walls and gable-ends are quite +entire, though portions of them are evidently +modern restorations. Never was +there a plainer little church, or one with +smaller architectural pretensions; no New +England meeting-house has more simplicity +in its very self, though poetry and fun +have clambered and clustered so wildly +over Kirk Alloway that it is difficult to +see it as it actually exists. By the by, +I do not understand why Satan and an assembly +of witches should hold their revels +within a consecrated precinct; but the +weird scene has so established itself in the +world's imaginative faith that it must be +accepted as an authentic incident, in spite +of rule and reason to the contrary. Pos<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span>sibly, +some carnal minister, some priest of +pious aspect and hidden infidelity, had dispelled +the consecration of the holy edifice +by his pretense of prayer, and thus made +it the resort of unhappy ghosts and sorcerers +and devils.</p> + +<p>The interior of the kirk, even now, is +applied to quite as impertinent a purpose +as when Satan and the witches used it as +a dancing-hall; for it is divided in the +midst by a wall of stone-masonry, and each +compartment has been converted into a +family burial-place. The name on one of +the monuments is Crawfurd; the other +bore no inscription. It is impossible not +to feel that these good people, whoever +they may be, had no business to thrust +their prosaic bones into a spot that belongs +to the world, and where their presence jars +with the emotions, be they sad or gay, +which the pilgrim brings thither. They +shut us out from our own precincts, too,—from +that inalienable possession which +Burns bestowed in free gift upon mankind, +by taking it from the actual earth and annexing +it to the domain of imagination. +And here these wretched squatters have +lain down to their long sleep, after barring +each of the two doorways of the kirk with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> +an iron grate! May their rest be troubled, +till they rise and let us in!</p> + +<p>Kirk Alloway is inconceivably small, +considering how large a space it fills in our +imagination before we see it. I paced its +length, outside of the wall, and found it +only seventeen of my paces, and not more +than ten of them in breadth. There seem +to have been but very few windows, all of +which, if I rightly remember, are now +blocked up with mason-work of stone. +One mullioned window, tall and narrow, in +the eastern gable, might have been seen +by Tam O'Shanter, blazing with devilish +light, as he approached along the road +from Ayr; and there is a small and square +one, on the side nearest the road, into +which he might have peered, as he sat on +horseback. Indeed, I could easily have +looked through it, standing on the ground, +had not the opening been walled up. There +is an odd kind of belfry at the peak of +one of the gables, with the small bell still +hanging in it. And this is all that I +remember of Kirk Alloway, except that +the stones of its material are gray and +irregular.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus096.jpg" width="600" height="365" alt="Alloway Kirk." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Alloway Kirk.</p> + +<p>The road from Ayr passes Alloway Kirk, +and crosses the Doon by a modern bridge, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span>without swerving much from a straight +line. To reach the old bridge, it appears +to have made a bend, shortly after passing +the kirk, and then to have turned sharply +towards the river. The new bridge is +within a minute's walk of the monument; +and we went thither, and leaned over its +parapet to admire the beautiful Doon, flowing +wildly and sweetly between its deep +and wooded banks. I never saw a lovelier +scene; although this might have been even +lovelier if a kindly sun had shone upon it. +The ivy-grown, ancient bridge, with its +high arch, through which we had a picture +of the river and the green banks beyond, +was absolutely the most picturesque object, +in a quiet and gentle way, that ever +blessed my eyes. Bonny Doon, with its +wooded banks, and the boughs dipping into +the water! The memory of them, at this +moment, affects me like the song of birds, +and Burns crooning some verses, simple +and wild, in accordance with their native +melody.</p> + +<p>It was impossible to depart without crossing +the very bridge of Tam's adventure; +so we went thither, over a now disused +portion of the road, and, standing on the +centre of the arch, gathered some ivy-leaves<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> +from that sacred spot. This done, we returned +as speedily as might be to Ayr, +whence, taking the rail, we soon beheld +Ailsa Craig rising like a pyramid out of +the sea. Drawing nearer to Glasgow, Ben +Lomond hove in sight, with a dome-like +summit, supported by a shoulder on each +side. But a man is better than a mountain; +and we had been holding intercourse, +if not with the reality, at least with the +stalwart ghost of one of Earth's memorable +sons, amid the scenes where he lived +and sung. We shall appreciate him better +as a poet, hereafter; for there is no writer +whose life, as a man, has so much to do +with his fame, and throws such a necessary +light upon whatever he has produced. +Henceforth, there will be a personal +warmth for us in everything that he +wrote; and, like his countrymen, we shall +know him in a kind of personal way, as if +we had shaken hands with him, and felt +the thrill of his actual voice.</p> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> + +<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX.</h2> + +<p class="h3">A LONDON SUBURB</p> + +<p>One of our English summers looks, in the +retrospect, as if it had been patched with +more frequent sunshine than the sky of +England ordinarily affords; but I believe +that it may be only a moral effect,—a +"light that never was on sea or land,"—caused +by our having found a particularly +delightful abode in the neighborhood of +London. In order to enjoy it, however, +I was compelled to solve the problem of +living in two places at once,—an impossibility +which I so far accomplished as to +vanish, at frequent intervals, out of men's +sight and knowledge on one side of England, +and take my place in a circle of +familiar faces on the other, so quietly that +I seemed to have been there all along. It +was the easier to get accustomed to our +new residence, because it was not only rich +in all the material properties of a home, +but had also the home-like atmosphere, the +household element, which is of too intangible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> +a character to be let even with the +most thoroughly furnished lodging-house. +A friend had given us his suburban residence, +with all its conveniences, elegances, +and snuggeries,—its drawing-rooms and +library, still warm and bright with the recollection +of the genial presences that we had +known there,—its closets, chambers, kitchen, +and even its wine-cellar, if we could +have availed ourselves of so dear and delicate +a trust,—its lawn and cosey garden-nooks, +and whatever else makes up the +multitudinous idea of an English home,—he +had transferred it all to us, pilgrims and +dusty wayfarers, that we might rest and +take our ease during his summer's absence +on the Continent. We had long been +dwelling in tents, as it were, and morally +shivering by hearths which, heap the bituminous +coal upon them as we might, no +blaze could render cheerful. I remember, +to this day, the dreary feeling with which +I sat by our first English fireside, and +watched the chill and rainy twilight of +an autumn day darkening down upon the +garden; while the portrait of the preceding +occupant of the house (evidently a most unamiable +personage in his lifetime) scowled +inhospitably from above the mantelpiece,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> +as if indignant that an American should try +to make himself at home there. Possibly +it may appease his sulky shade to know +that I quitted his abode as much a stranger +as I entered it. But now, at last, we were +in a genuine British home, where refined +and warm-hearted people had just been +living their daily life, and had left us +a summer's inheritance of slowly ripened +days, such as a stranger's hasty opportunities +so seldom permit him to enjoy.</p> + +<p>Within so trifling a distance of the central +spot of all the world (which, as Americans +have at present no centre of their own, +we may allow to be somewhere in the vicinity, +we will say, of St. Paul's Cathedral), it +might have seemed natural that I should be +tossed about by the turbulence of the vast +London whirlpool. But I had drifted into +a still eddy, where conflicting movements +made a repose, and, wearied with a good +deal of uncongenial activity, I found the +quiet of my temporary haven more attractive +than anything that the great town +could offer. I already knew London well; +that is to say, I had long ago satisfied (so +far as it was capable of satisfaction) that +mysterious yearning—the magnetism of +millions of hearts operating upon one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span>—which +impels every man's individuality to +mingle itself with the immensest mass of +human life within his scope. Day after +day, at an earlier period, I had trodden the +thronged thoroughfares, the broad, lonely +squares, the lanes, alleys, and strange labyrinthine +courts, the parks, the gardens and +inclosures of ancient studious societies, so +retired and silent amid the city uproar, the +markets, the foggy streets along the riverside, +the bridges,—I had sought all parts +of the metropolis, in short, with an unweariable +and indiscriminating curiosity; until +few of the native inhabitants, I fancy, had +turned so many of its corners as myself. +These aimless wanderings (in which my +prime purpose and achievement were to +lose my way, and so to find it the more +surely) had brought me, at one time or +another, to the sight and actual presence +of almost all the objects and renowned +localities that I had read about, and which +had made London the dream-city of my +youth. I had found it better than my +dream; for there is nothing else in life +comparable (in that species of enjoyment, +I mean) to the thick, heavy, oppressive, +sombre delight which an American is sensible +of, hardly knowing whether to call it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> +a pleasure or a pain, in the atmosphere of +London. The result was, that I acquired +a home-feeling there, as nowhere else in +the world,—though afterwards I came to +have a somewhat similar sentiment in regard +to Rome; and as long as either of +those two great cities shall exist, the cities +of the Past and of the Present, a man's +native soil may crumble beneath his feet +without leaving him altogether homeless +upon earth.</p> + +<p>Thus, having once fully yielded to its +influence, I was in a manner free of the +city, and could approach or keep away from +it as I pleased. Hence it happened that, +living within a quarter of an hour's rush of +the London Bridge Terminus, I was oftener +tempted to spend a whole summer day in +our garden than to seek anything new or +old, wonderful or commonplace, beyond its +precincts. It was a delightful garden, of +no great extent, but comprising a good +many facilities for repose and enjoyment, +such as arbors and garden-seats, shrubbery, +flower-beds, rose-bushes in a profusion of +bloom, pinks, poppies, geraniums, sweetpeas, +and a variety of other scarlet, yellow, +blue, and purple blossoms, which I did not +trouble myself to recognize individually,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span> +yet had always a vague sense of their +beauty about me. The dim sky of England +has a most happy effect on the coloring of +flowers, blending richness with delicacy in +the same texture; but in this garden, as +everywhere else, the exuberance of English +verdure had a greater charm than any tropical +splendor or diversity of hue. The +hunger for natural beauty might be satisfied +with grass and green leaves forever. +Conscious of the triumph of England in +this respect, and loyally anxious for the +credit of my own country, it gratified me +to observe what trouble and pains the English +gardeners are fain to throw away in +producing a few sour plums and abortive +pears and apples,—as, for example, in this +very garden, where a row of unhappy trees +were spread out perfectly flat against a +brick wall, looking as if impaled alive, or +crucified, with a cruel and unattainable +purpose of compelling them to produce rich +fruit by torture. For my part, I never ate +an English fruit, raised in the open air, +that could compare in flavor with a Yankee +turnip.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus106.jpg" width="600" height="365" alt="A Country House." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">A Country House.</p> + +<p>The garden included that prime feature +of English domestic scenery, a lawn. It +had been leveled, carefully shorn, and con<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span>verted +into a bowling-green, on which we +sometimes essayed to practice the time-honored +game of bowls, most unskillfully, +yet not without a perception that it involves +a very pleasant mixture of exercise +and ease, as is the case with most of the +old English pastimes. Our little domain +was shut in by the house on one side, and +in other directions by a hedge-fence and a +brick wall, which last was concealed or softened +by shrubbery and the impaled fruit-trees +already mentioned. Over all the outer +region, beyond our immediate precincts, +there was an abundance of foliage, tossed +aloft from the near or distant trees with +which that agreeable suburb is adorned. +The effect was wonderfully sylvan and +rural, insomuch that we might have fancied +ourselves in the depths of a wooded seclusion; +only that, at brief intervals, we could +hear the galloping sweep of a railway-train +passing within a quarter of a mile, and its +discordant screech, moderated by a little +farther distance, as it reached the Blackheath +Station. That harsh, rough sound, +seeking me out so inevitably, was the voice +of the great world summoning me forth. +I know not whether I was the more pained +or pleased to be thus constantly put in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> +mind of the neighborhood of London; for, +on the one hand, my conscience stung me +a little for reading a book, or playing with +children in the grass, when there were +so many better things for an enlightened +traveler to do,—while, at the same time, +it gave a deeper delight to my luxurious +idleness to contrast it with the turmoil +which I escaped. On the whole, however, +I do not repent of a single wasted hour, +and only wish that I could have spent +twice as many in the same way; for the +impression on my memory is, that I was +as happy in that hospitable garden as the +English summer day was long.</p> + +<p>One chief condition of my enjoyment +was the weather. Italy has nothing like +it, nor America. There never was such +weather except in England, where, in requital +of a vast amount of horrible east +wind between February and June, and a +brown October and black November, and +a wet, chill, sunless winter, there are a few +weeks of incomparable summer, scattered +through July and August, and the earlier +portion of September, small in quantity, +but exquisite enough to atone for the whole +year's atmospherical delinquencies. After +all, the prevalent sombreness may have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span> +brought out those sunny intervals in such +high relief that I see them, in my recollection, +brighter than they really were: a +little light makes a glory for people who +live habitually in a gray gloom. The English, +however, do not seem to know how +enjoyable the momentary gleams of their +summer are; they call it broiling weather, +and hurry to the seaside with red, perspiring +faces, in a state of combustion and deliquescence; +and I have observed that even +their cattle have similar susceptibilities, +seeking the deepest shade, or standing +midleg deep in pools and streams to cool +themselves, at temperatures which our own +cows would deem little more than barely +comfortable. To myself, after the summer +heats of my native land had somewhat +effervesced out of my blood and memory, +it was the weather of Paradise itself. It +might be a little too warm; but it was +that modest and inestimable superabundance +which constitutes a bounty of Providence, +instead of just a niggardly enough. +During my first year in England, residing +in perhaps the most ungenial part of the +kingdom, I could never be quite comfortable +without a fire on the hearth; in the +second twelvemonth, beginning to get acclimatized,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span> +I became sensible of an austere +friendliness, shy, but sometimes almost tender, +in the veiled, shadowy, seldom smiling +summer; and in the succeeding years,—whether +that I had renewed my fibre with +English beef and replenished my blood +with English ale, or whatever were the +cause,—I grew content with winter and +especially in love with summer, desiring +little more for happiness than merely to +breathe and bask. At the midsummer +which we are now speaking of, I must +needs confess that the noontide sun came +down more fervently than I found altogether +tolerable; so that I was fain to +shift my position with the shadow of the +shrubbery, making myself the movable index +of a sundial that reckoned up the +hours of an almost interminable day.</p> + +<p>For each day seemed endless, though +never wearisome. As far as your actual +experience is concerned, the English summer +day has positively no beginning and +no end. When you awake, at any reasonable +hour, the sun is already shining +through the curtains; you live through +unnumbered hours of Sabbath quietude, +with a calm variety of incident softly +etched upon their tranquil lapse; and at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span> +length you become conscious that it is +bedtime again, while there is still enough +daylight in the sky to make the pages of +your book distinctly legible. Night, if +there be any such season, hangs down a +transparent veil through which the bygone +day beholds its successor; or, if not +quite true of the latitude of London, it +may be soberly affirmed of the more northern +parts of the island, that To-morrow is +born before its Yesterday is dead. They +exist together in the golden twilight, where +the decrepit old day dimly discerns the face +of the ominous infant; and you, though a +mere mortal, may simultaneously touch +them both with one finger of recollection +and another of prophecy. I cared not how +long the day might be, nor how many of +them. I had earned this repose by a long +course of irksome toil and perturbation, +and could have been content never to stray +out of the limits of that suburban villa and +its garden. If I lacked anything beyond, +it would have satisfied me well enough to +dream about it, instead of struggling for its +actual possession. At least, this was the +feeling of the moment; although the transitory, +flitting, and irresponsible character +of my life there, was perhaps the most enjoyable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span> +element of all, as allowing me much +of the comfort of house and home, without +any sense of their weight upon my back. +The nomadic life has great advantages, if +we can find tents ready pitched for us at +every stage.</p> + +<p>So much for the interior of our abode,—a +spot of deepest quiet, within reach of the +intensest activity. But, even when we +stepped beyond our own gate, we were not +shocked with any immediate presence of +the great world. We were dwelling in one +of those oases that have grown up (in comparatively +recent years, I believe) on the +wide waste of Blackheath, which otherwise +offers a vast extent of unoccupied ground +in singular proximity to the metropolis. +As a general thing, the proprietorship of +the soil seems to exist in everybody and +nobody; but exclusive rights have been +obtained, here and there, chiefly by men +whose daily concerns link them with London, +so that you find their villas or boxes +standing along village streets which have +often more of an American aspect than the +elder English settlements. The scene is +semi-rural. Ornamental trees overshadow +the sidewalks, and grassy margins border +the wheel-tracks. The houses, to be sure,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span> +have certain points of difference from those +of an American village, bearing tokens of +architectural design, though seldom of individual +taste; and, as far as possible, they +stand aloof from the street, and separated +each from its neighbor by hedge or fence, +in accordance with the careful exclusiveness +of the English character, which impels +the occupant, moreover, to cover the front +of his dwelling with as much concealment +of shrubbery as his limits will allow. +Through the interstices, you catch glimpses +of well-kept lawns, generally ornamented +with flowers, and with what the English +call rock-work, being heaps of ivy-grown +stones and fossils, designed for romantic +effect in a small way. Two or three of +such village streets as are here described +take a collective name,—as, for instance, +Blackheath Park,—and constitute a kind +of community of residents, with gateways, +kept by a policeman, and a semi-privacy, +stepping beyond which, you find yourself +on the breezy heath.</p> + +<p>On this great, bare, dreary common I +often went astray, as I afterwards did on +the Campagna of Rome, and drew the air +(tainted with London smoke though it +might be) into my lungs by deep inspirations,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> +with a strange and unexpected sense +of desert freedom. The misty atmosphere +helps you to fancy a remoteness that perhaps +does not quite exist. During the little +time that it lasts, the solitude is as impressive +as that of a Western prairie or forest; +but soon the railway shriek, a mile or two +away, insists upon informing you of your +whereabout; or you recognize in the distance +some landmark that you may have +known,—an insulated villa, perhaps, with +its garden-wall around it, or the rudimental +street of a new settlement which is sprouting +on this otherwise barren soil. Half +a century ago, the most frequent token +of man's beneficent contiguity might have +been a gibbet, and the creak, like a tavern +sign, of a murderer swinging to and fro in +irons. Blackheath, with its highwaymen +and footpads, was dangerous in those days; +and even now, for aught I know, the Western +prairie may still compare favorably with +it as a safe region to go astray in. When +I was acquainted with Blackheath, the ingenious +device of garroting had recently +come into fashion; and I can remember, +while crossing those waste places at midnight, +and hearing footsteps behind me, to +have been sensibly encouraged by also<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> +hearing, not far off, the clinking hoof-tramp +of one of the horse-patrols who do regular +duty there. About sunset, or a little later, +was the time when the broad and somewhat +desolate peculiarity of the heath +seemed to me to put on its utmost impressiveness. +At that hour, finding myself on +elevated ground, I once had a view of +immense London, four or five miles off, +with the vast Dome in the midst, and the +towers of the two Houses of Parliament +rising up into the smoky canopy, the thinner +substance of which obscured a mass of +things, and hovered about the objects that +were most distinctly visible,—a glorious +and sombre picture, dusky, awful, but irresistibly +attractive, like a young man's dream +of the great world, foretelling at that distance +a grandeur never to be fully realized.</p> + +<p>While I lived in that neighborhood, the +tents of two or three sets of cricket-players +were constantly pitched on Blackheath, and +matches were going forward that seemed +to involve the honor and credit of communities +or counties, exciting an interest +in everybody but myself, who cared not +what part of England might glorify itself +at the expense of another. It is necessary +to be born an Englishman, I believe, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span> +order to enjoy this great national game; at +any rate, as a spectacle for an outside observer, +I found it lazy, lingering, tedious, +and utterly devoid of pictorial effects. +Choice of other amusements was at hand. +Butts for archery were established, and +bows and arrows were to be let, at so many +shots for a penny,—there being abundance +of space for a farther flight-shot than any +modern archer can lend to his shaft. Then +there was an absurd game of throwing a +stick at crockery-ware, which I have witnessed +a hundred times, and personally +engaged in once or twice, without ever +having the satisfaction to see a bit of +broken crockery. In other spots you found +donkeys for children to ride, and ponies of +a very meek and patient spirit, on which +the Cockney pleasure-seekers of both sexes +rode races and made wonderful displays of +horsemanship. By way of refreshment +there was gingerbread (but, as a true patriot, +I must pronounce it greatly inferior +to our native dainty), and ginger-beer, +and probably stancher liquor among the +booth-keeper's hidden stores. The frequent +railway-trains, as well as the numerous +steamers to Greenwich, have made +the vacant portions of Blackheath a play<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span>-ground +and breathing-place for the Londoners, +readily and very cheaply accessible; +so that, in view of this broader use and +enjoyment, I a little grudged the tracts +that have been filched away, so to speak, +and individualized by thriving citizens. +One sort of visitors especially interested +me: they were schools of little boys or +girls, under the guardianship of their instructors,—charity +schools, as I often surmised +from their aspect, collected among +dark alleys and squalid courts; and hither +they were brought to spend a summer afternoon, +these pale little progeny of the +sunless nooks of London, who had never +known that the sky was any broader than +that narrow and vapory strip above their +native lane. I fancied that they took but +a doubtful pleasure, being half affrighted +at the wide, empty space overhead and +round about them, finding the air too little +medicated with smoke, soot, and graveyard +exhalations, to be breathed with comfort, +and feeling shelterless and lost because +grimy London, their slatternly and disreputable +mother, had suffered them to stray +out of her arms.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus118.jpg" width="600" height="377" alt="The Houses of Parliament." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The Houses of Parliament.</p> + +<p>Passing among these holiday people, we +come to one of the gateways of Greenwich<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> +Park, opening through an old brick wall. +It admits us from the bare heath into a +scene of antique cultivation and woodland +ornament, traversed in all directions by +avenues of trees, many of which bear tokens +of a venerable age. These broad and +well-kept pathways rise and decline over +the elevations, and along the bases of +gentle hills, which diversify the whole surface +of the park. The loftiest and most +abrupt of them (though but of very moderate +height) is one of the earth's noted +summits, and may hold up its head with +Mont Blanc and Chimborazo, as being the +site of Greenwich Observatory, where, if +all nations will consent to say so, the longitude +of our great globe begins. I used to +regulate my watch by the broad dial-plate +against the observatory wall, and felt it +pleasant to be standing at the very centre +of Time and Space.</p> + +<p>There are lovelier parks than this in the +neighborhood of London, richer scenes of +greensward and cultivated trees; and Kensington, +especially, in a summer afternoon, +has seemed to me as delightful as any +place can or ought to be, in a world which, +some time or other, we must quit. But +Greenwich, too, is beautiful,—a spot where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span> +the art of man has conspired with Nature, +as if he and the great mother had taken +counsel together how to make a pleasant +scene, and the longest liver of the two had +faithfully carried out their mutual design. +It has, likewise, an additional charm of its +own, because, to all appearance, it is the +people's property and play-ground in a +much more genuine way than the aristocratic +resorts in closer vicinity to the metropolis. +It affords one of the instances +in which the monarch's property is actually +the people's, and shows how much more +natural is their relation to the sovereign +than to the nobility, which pretends to +hold the intervening space between the +two: for a nobleman makes a paradise +only for himself, and fills it with his own +pomp and pride; whereas the people are +sooner or later the legitimate inheritors of +whatever beauty kings and queens create, +as now of Greenwich Park. On Sundays, +when the sun shone, and even on those +grim and sombre days when, if it does not +actually rain, the English persist in calling +it fine weather, it was too good to see how +sturdily the plebeians trod under their own +oaks, and what fullness of simple enjoyment +they evidently found there. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> +were the people,—not the populace,—specimens +of a class whose Sunday clothes +are a distinct kind of garb from their week-day +ones: and this, in England, implies +wholesome habits of life, daily thrift, and +a rank above the lowest. I longed to be +acquainted with them, in order to investigate +what manner of folks they were, what +sort of households they kept, their politics, +their religion, their tastes, and whether +they were as narrow-minded as their betters. +There can be very little doubt of +it; an Englishman is English, in whatever +rank of life, though no more intensely so, +I should imagine, as an artisan or petty +shopkeeper, than as a member of Parliament.</p> + +<p>The English character, as I conceive it, +is by no means a very lofty one; they +seem to have a great deal of earth and +grimy dust clinging about them, as was +probably the case with the stalwart and +quarrelsome people who sprouted up out of +the soil, after Cadmus had sown the dragon's +teeth. And yet, though the individual +Englishman is sometimes preternaturally +disagreeable, an observer standing +aloof has a sense of natural kindness towards +them in the lump. They adhere<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span> +closer to the original simplicity in which +mankind was created than we ourselves +do; they love, quarrel, laugh, cry, and turn +their actual selves inside out with greater +freedom than any class of Americans would +consider decorous. It was often so with +these holiday folks in Greenwich Park; +and, ridiculous as it may sound, I fancy +myself to have caught very satisfactory +glimpses of Arcadian life among the Cockneys +there, hardly beyond the scope of +Bow-Bells, picnicking in the grass, uncouthly +gamboling on the broad slopes, or +straying in motley groups or by single +pairs of love-making youths and maidens, +along the sun-streaked avenues. Even the +omnipresent policemen or park-keepers +could not disturb the beatific impression +on my mind. One feature, at all events, +of the Golden Age was to be seen in the +herds of deer that encountered you in the +somewhat remoter recesses of the park, +and were readily prevailed upon to nibble +a bit of bread out of your hand. But, +though no wrong had ever been done them, +and no horn had sounded nor hound bayed +at the heels of themselves or their antlered +progenitors for centuries past, there was +still an apprehensiveness lingering in their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> +hearts; so that a slight movement of the +hand or a step too near would send a whole +squadron of them scampering away, just as +a breath scatters the winged seeds of a +dandelion.</p> + +<p>The aspect of Greenwich Park, with all +those festal people wandering through it, +resembled that of the Borghese Gardens +under the walls of Rome, on a Sunday or +Saint's day; but, I am not ashamed to say, +it a little disturbed whatever grimly ghost +of Puritanic strictness might be lingering +in the sombre depths of a New England +heart, among severe and sunless remembrances +of the Sabbaths of childhood, and +pangs of remorse for ill-gotten lessons in +the catechism, and for erratic fantasies or +hardly suppressed laughter in the middle +of long sermons. Occasionally, I tried to +take the long-hoarded sting out of these +compunctious smarts by attending divine +service in the open air. On a cart outside +of the park-wall (and, if I mistake not, at +two or three corners and secluded spots +within the park itself) a Methodist preacher +uplifts his voice and speedily gathers a congregation, +his zeal for whose religious welfare +impels the good man to such earnest +vociferation and toilsome gesture that his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> +perspiring face is quickly in a stew. His +inward flame conspires with the too fervid +sun, and makes a positive martyr of him, +even in the very exercise of his pious +labor; insomuch that he purchases every +atom of spiritual increment to his hearers +by loss of his own corporeal solidity, and, +should his discourse last long enough, must +finally exhale before their eyes. If I smile +at him, be it understood, it is not in scorn; +he performs his sacred office more acceptably +than many a prelate. These wayside +services attract numbers who would not +otherwise listen to prayer, sermon, or +hymn, from one year's end to another, and +who, for that very reason, are the auditors +most likely to be moved by the preacher's +eloquence. Yonder Greenwich pensioner, +too,—in his costume of three-cornered +hat, and old-fashioned, brass-buttoned blue +coat with ample skirts, which makes him +look like a contemporary of Admiral Benbow,—that +tough old mariner may hear a +word or two which will go nearer his heart +than anything that the chaplain of the +Hospital can be expected to deliver. I always +noticed, moreover, that a considerable +proportion of the audience were soldiers, +who came hither with a day's leave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> +from Woolwich,—hardy veterans in aspect, +some of whom wore as many as four +or five medals, Crimean or East Indian, on +the breasts of their scarlet coats. The miscellaneous +congregation listen with every +appearance of heartfelt interest; and, for +my own part, I must frankly acknowledge +that I never found it possible to give five +minutes' attention to any other English +preaching: so cold and commonplace are +the homilies that pass for such, under the +aged roofs of churches. And as for cathedrals, +the sermon is an exceedingly diminutive +and unimportant part of the religious +services,—if, indeed, it be considered a +part,—among the pompous ceremonies, +the intonations, and the resounding and +lofty-voiced strains of the choristers. The +magnificence of the setting quite dazzles +out what we Puritans look upon as the +jewel of the whole affair; for I presume +that it was our forefathers, the Dissenters +in England and America, who gave the +sermon its present prominence in the Sabbath +exercises.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> We all, together with Mr. Squarey, went to Chester +last Sunday, and attended the cathedral service.... +In America the sermon is the principal thing; but here +all this magnificent ceremonial of prayer and chanted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> +responses and psalms and anthems was the setting to a +short, meagre discourse, which would not have been considered +of any account among the elaborate intellectual +efforts of New England ministers.—I. 466.</p></div> + +<p>The Methodists are probably the first +and only Englishmen who have worshiped +in the open air since the ancient Britons +listened to the preaching of the Druids; +and it reminded me of that old priesthood, +to see certain memorials of their dusky +epoch—not religious, however, but warlike—in +the neighborhood of the spot +where the Methodist was holding forth. +These were some ancient barrows, beneath +or within which are supposed to lie buried +the slain of a forgotten or doubtfully remembered +battle, fought on the site of +Greenwich Park as long ago as two or +three centuries after the birth of Christ. +Whatever may once have been their height +and magnitude, they have now scarcely +more prominence in the actual scene than +the battle of which they are the sole monuments +retains in history,—being only a +few mounds side by side, elevated a little +above the surface of the ground, ten or +twelve feet in diameter, with a shallow depression +in their summits. When one of +them was opened, not long since, no bones,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> +nor armor, nor weapons were discovered, +nothing but some small jewels, and a tuft +of hair,—perhaps from the head of a valiant +general, who, dying on the field of his +victory, bequeathed this lock, together with +his indestructible fame, to after ages. The +hair and jewels are probably in the British +Museum, where the potsherds and rubbish +of innumerable generations make the visitor +wish that each passing century could +carry off all its fragments and relics along +with it, instead of adding them to the continually +accumulating burden which human +knowledge is compelled to lug upon its +back.<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> As for the fame, I know not what +has become of it.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> The fact is, the world is accumulating too many +materials for knowledge. We do not recognize for rubbish +what is really rubbish; and under this head might +be reckoned very many things one sees in the British +Museum: and, as each generation leaves its fragments +and potsherds behind it, such will finally be the desperate +conclusion of the learned.—II. 143. +</p><p> +Yesterday I went out at about twelve, and visited +the British Museum; an exceedingly tiresome affair. +It quite crushes a person to see so much at once, and +I wandered from hall to hall with a weary and heavy +heart, wishing (Heaven forgive me!) that the Elgin +Marbles and the frieze of the Parthenon were all burnt +into lime, and that the granite Egyptian statues were +hewn and squared into building-stones, and that the +mummies had all turned to dust two thousand years<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span> +ago; and, in fine, that all the material relics of so many +successive ages had disappeared with the generations +that produced them. The present is burdened too +much with the past. We have not time, in our earthly +existence, to appreciate what is warm with life, and immediately +around us; yet we heap up these old shells, +out of which human life has long emerged, casting them +off forever. I do not see how future ages are to stagger +onward under all this dead weight, with the additions +that will be continually made to it.—II. 207.</p></div> + +<p>After traversing the park, we come into +the neighborhood of Greenwich Hospital, +and will pass through one of its spacious +gateways for the sake of glancing at an establishment +which does more honor to the +heart of England than anything else that +I am acquainted with, of a public nature. +It is very seldom that we can be sensible +of anything like kindliness in the acts or +relations of such an artificial thing as a +National Government. Our own government, +I should conceive, is too much an +abstraction ever to feel any sympathy for +its maimed sailors and soldiers, though it +will doubtless do them a severe kind of +justice, as chilling as the touch of steel. +But it seemed to me that the Greenwich +pensioners are the petted children of the +nation, and that the government is their +dry-nurse, and that the old men themselves +have a child-like consciousness of their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span> +position. Very likely, a better sort of life +might have been arranged, and a wiser +care bestowed on them; but, such as it is, +it enables them to spend a sluggish, careless, +comfortable old age, grumbling, growling, +gruff, as if all the foul weather of their +past years were pent up within them, yet +not much more discontented than such +weather-beaten and battle-battered fragments +of human kind must inevitably be. +Their home, in its outward form, is on a +very magnificent plan. Its germ was a +royal palace, the full expansion of which +has resulted in a series of edifices externally +more beautiful than any English palace +that I have seen, consisting of several +quadrangles of stately architecture, united +by colonnades and gravel-walks, and inclosing +grassy squares, with statues in the +centre, the whole extending along the +Thames. It is built of marble, or very +light-colored stone, in the classic style, +with pillars and porticos, which (to my own +taste, and, I fancy, to that of the old sailors) +produce but a cold and shivery effect +in the English climate. Had I been the +architect, I would have studied the characters, +habits, and predilections of nautical +people in Wapping, Rotherhithe, and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span> +neighborhood of the Tower (places which +I visited in affectionate remembrance of +Captain Lemuel Gulliver, and other actual +or mythological navigators), and would +have built the hospital in a kind of ethereal +similitude to the narrow, dark, ugly, +and inconvenient, but snug and cosey homeliness +of the sailor boarding-houses there. +There can be no question that all the above +attributes, or enough of them to satisfy an +old sailor's heart, might be reconciled with +architectural beauty and the wholesome +contrivances of modern dwellings, and thus +a novel and genuine style of building be +given to the world.</p> + +<p>But their countrymen meant kindly by +the old fellows in assigning them the ancient +royal site where Elizabeth held her +court and Charles II. began to build his +palace. So far as the locality went, it was +treating them like so many kings; and, +with a discreet abundance of grog, beer, +and tobacco, there was perhaps little more +to be accomplished in behalf of men whose +whole previous lives have tended to unfit +them for old age. Their chief discomfort +is probably for lack of something to do or +think about. But, judging by the few +whom I saw, a listless habit seems to have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> +crept over them, a dim dreaminess of +mood, in which they sit between asleep +and awake, and find the long day wearing +towards bedtime without its having made +any distinct record of itself upon their +consciousness. Sitting on stone benches +in the sunshine, they subside into slumber, +or nearly so, and start at the approach of +footsteps echoing under the colonnades, +ashamed to be caught napping, and rousing +themselves in a hurry, as formerly on +the midnight watch at sea. In their brightest +moments, they gather in groups and +bore one another with endless sea-yarns +about their voyages under famous admirals, +and about gale and calm, battle and chase, +and all that class of incident that has its +sphere on the deck and in the hollow interior +of a ship, where their world has exclusively +been. For other pastime, they +quarrel among themselves, comrade with +comrade, and perhaps shake paralytic fists +in furrowed faces. If inclined for a little +exercise, they can bestir their wooden legs +on the long esplanade that borders by the +Thames, criticising the rig of passing ships, +and firing off volleys of malediction at the +steamers, which have made the sea another +element than that they used to be acquainted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span> +with. All this is but cold comfort +for the evening of life, yet may compare +rather favorably with the preceding +portions of it, comprising little save imprisonment +on shipboard, in the course of +which they have been tossed all about the +world and caught hardly a glimpse of it, +forgetting what grass and trees are, and +never finding out what woman is, though +they may have encountered a painted spectre +which they took for her. A country +owes much to human beings whose bodies +she has worn out and whose immortal part +she has left undeveloped or debased, as +we find them here; and having wasted an +idle paragraph upon them, let me now suggest +that old men have a kind of susceptibility +to moral impressions, and even (up +to an advanced period) a receptivity of +truth, which often appears to come to them +after the active time of life is past. The +Greenwich pensioners might prove better +subjects for true education now than in +their schoolboy days; but then where is +the Normal School that could educate instructors +for such a class?</p> + +<p>There is a beautiful chapel for the pensioners, +in the classic style, over the altar +of which hangs a picture by West. I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span> +never could look at it long enough to make +out its design; for this artist (though it +pains me to say it of so respectable a +countryman) had a gift of frigidity, a knack +of grinding ice into his paint, a power of +stupefying the spectator's perceptions and +quelling his sympathy, beyond any other +limner that ever handled a brush. In spite +of many pangs of conscience, I seize this +opportunity to wreak a lifelong abhorrence +upon the poor, blameless man, for the sake +of that dreary picture of Lear, an explosion +of frosty fury, that used to be a bugbear to +me in the Athenæum Exhibition. Would +fire burn it, I wonder?</p> + +<p>The principal thing that they have to +show you, at Greenwich Hospital, is the +Painted Hall. It is a splendid and spacious +room, at least a hundred feet long and half +as high, with a ceiling painted in fresco by +Sir James Thornhill. As a work of art, I +presume, this frescoed canopy has little +merit, though it produces an exceedingly +rich effect by its brilliant coloring and as a +specimen of magnificent upholstery. The +walls of the grand apartment are entirely +covered with pictures, many of them representing +battles and other naval incidents +that were once fresher in the world's memory<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span> +than now, but chiefly portraits of old +admirals, comprising the whole line of heroes +who have trod the quarter-decks of +British ships for more than two hundred +years back. Next to a tomb in Westminster +Abbey, which was Nelson's most elevated +object of ambition, it would seem to +be the highest meed of a naval warrior to +have his portrait hung up in the Painted +Hall; but, by dint of victory upon victory, +these illustrious personages have grown to +be a mob, and by no means a very interesting +one, so far as regards the character +of the faces here depicted. They are generally +commonplace, and often singularly +stolid; and I have observed (both in the +Painted Hall and elsewhere, and not only +in portraits, but in the actual presence of +such renowned people as I have caught +glimpses of) that the countenances of heroes +are not nearly so impressive as those +of statesmen,—except, of course, in the +rare instances where warlike ability has +been but the one-sided manifestation of a +profound genius for managing the world's +affairs.</p> + +<p>Nine tenths of these distinguished admirals, +for instance, if their faces tell +truth, must needs have been blockheads,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span> +and might have served better, one would +imagine, as wooden figure-heads for their +own ships than to direct any difficult and +intricate scheme of action from the quarter-deck. +It is doubtful whether the same +kind of men will hereafter meet with a +similar degree of success; for they were +victorious chiefly through the old English +hardihood, exercised in a field of which +modern science had not yet got possession. +Rough valor has lost something of its value +since their days, and must continue to sink +lower and lower in the comparative estimate +of warlike qualities. In the next +naval war, as between England and France, +I would bet, methinks, upon the Frenchman's +head.</p> + +<p>It is remarkable, however, that the great +naval hero of England—the greatest, +therefore, in the world, and of all time—had +none of the stolid characteristics +that belong to his class, and cannot fairly +be accepted as their representative man. +Foremost in the roughest of professions, +he was as delicately organized as a woman, +and as painfully sensitive as a poet. More +than any other Englishman he won the love +and admiration of his country, but won +them through the efficacy of qualities that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span> +are not English, or, at all events, were +intensified in his case and made poignant +and powerful by something morbid in the +man, which put him otherwise at cross-purposes +with life. He was a man of +genius; and genius in an Englishman (not +to cite the good old simile of a pearl in the +oyster) is usually a symptom of a lack of +balance in the general making-up of the +character; as we may satisfy ourselves by +running over the list of their poets, for +example, and observing how many of them +have been sickly or deformed, and how +often their lives have been darkened by +insanity. An ordinary Englishman is the +healthiest and wholesomest of human beings; +an extraordinary one is almost always, +in one way or another, a sick man. It was +so with Lord Nelson. The wonderful contrast +or relation between his personal +qualities, the position which he held, and +the life that he lived, makes him as interesting +a personage as all history has to +show; and it is a pity that Southey's biography—so +good in its superficial way, and +yet so inadequate as regards any real delineation +of the man—should have taken the +subject out of the hands of some writer +endowed with more delicate appreciation<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span> +and deeper insight than that genuine Englishman +possessed. But Southey accomplished +his own purpose, which, apparently, +was to present his hero as a pattern for +England's young midshipmen.</p> + +<p>But the English capacity for hero-worship +is full to the brim with what they +are able to comprehend of Lord Nelson's +character. Adjoining the Painted Hall is +a smaller room, the walls of which are +completely and exclusively adorned with +pictures of the great Admiral's exploits. +We see the frail, ardent man in all the +most noted events of his career, from his +encounter with a Polar Bear to his death +at Trafalgar, quivering here and there about +the room like a blue, lambent flame. No +Briton ever enters that apartment without +feeling the beef and ale of his composition +stirred to its depths, and finding himself +changed into a hero for the nonce, however +stolid his brain, however tough his heart, +however unexcitable his ordinary mood. +To confess the truth, I myself, though belonging +to another parish, have been deeply +sensible to the sublime recollections there +aroused, acknowledging that Nelson expressed +his life in a kind of symbolic poetry +which I had as much right to understand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span> +as these burly islanders.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> Cool and critical +observer as I sought to be, I enjoyed their +burst of honest indignation when a visitor +(not an American, I am glad to say) thrust +his walking-stick almost into Nelson's face, +in one of the pictures, by way of pointing +a remark; and the by-standers immediately +glowed like so many hot coals, and would +probably have consumed the offender in +their wrath, had he not effected his retreat. +But the most sacred objects of all are +two of Nelson's coats, under separate glass +cases. One is that which he wore at the +Battle of the Nile, and it is now sadly injured +by moths, which will quite destroy it +in a few years, unless its guardians preserve +it as we do Washington's military suit by +occasionally baking it in an oven. The +other is the coat in which he received his +death-wound at Trafalgar. On its breast +are sewed three or four stars and orders +of knighthood, now much dimmed by time +and damp, but which glittered brightly +enough on the battle-day to draw the fatal +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span>aim of a French marksman. The bullet-hole +is visible on the shoulder, as well as a +part of the golden tassels of an epaulet, the +rest of which was shot away. Over the +coat is laid a white waistcoat, with a great +blood-stain on it, out of which all the redness +has utterly faded, leaving it of a dingy +yellow hue, in the threescore years since +that blood gushed out. Yet it was once +the reddest blood in England,—Nelson's +blood!</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Even the great sailor, Nelson, was unlike his countrymen +in the qualities that constituted him a hero; he +was not the perfection of an Englishman, but a creature +of another kind,—sensitive, nervous, excitable, and +really more like a Frenchman.—II. 531.</p></div> + +<p>The hospital stands close adjacent to the +town of Greenwich, which will always retain +a kind of festal aspect in my memory, +in consequence of my having first become +acquainted with it on Easter Monday. Till +a few years ago, the first three days of +Easter were a carnival season in this old +town, during which the idle and disreputable +part of London poured itself into the +streets like an inundation of the Thames,—as +unclean as that turbid mixture of the +offscourings of the vast city, and overflowing +with its grimy pollution whatever rural +innocence, if any, might be found in the +suburban neighborhood. This festivity was +called Greenwich Fair, the final one of +which, in an immemorial succession, it was +my fortune to behold.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span></p> + +<p>If I had bethought myself of going +through the fair with a note-book and +pencil, jotting down all the prominent objects, +I doubt not that the result might have +been a sketch of English life quite as characteristic +and worthy of historical preservation +as an account of the Roman Carnival. +Having neglected to do so, I remember +little more than a confusion of unwashed +and shabbily dressed people, intermixed +with some smarter figures, but, on the +whole, presenting a mobbish appearance +such as we never see in our own country. +It taught me to understand why Shakespeare, +in speaking of a crowd, so often +alludes to its attribute of evil odor. The +common people of England, I am afraid, +have no daily familiarity with even so +necessary a thing as a wash-bowl, not to +mention a bathing-tub. And, furthermore, +it is one mighty difference between them +and us, that every man and woman on our +side of the water has a working-day suit +and a holiday suit, and is occasionally as +fresh as a rose, whereas, in the good old +country, the griminess of his labor or squalid +habits clings forever to the individual, +and gets to be a part of his personal substance. +These are broad facts, involving<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> +great corollaries and dependencies. There +are really, if you stop to think about it, few +sadder spectacles in the world than a ragged +coat, or a soiled and shabby gown, at a +festival.</p> + +<p>This unfragrant crowd was exceedingly +dense, being welded together, as it were, +in the street through which we strove to +make our way. On either side were oyster-stands, +stalls of oranges (a very prevalent +fruit in England, where they give the withered +ones a guise of freshness by boiling +them), and booths covered with old sail-cloth, +in which the commodity that most +attracted the eye was gilt gingerbread. It +was so completely enveloped in Dutch +gilding that I did not at first recognize an +old acquaintance, but wondered what those +golden crowns and images could be. There +were likewise drums and other toys for +small children, and a variety of showy and +worthless articles for children of a larger +growth; though it perplexed me to imagine +who, in such a mob, could have the innocent +taste to desire playthings, or the +money to pay for them. Not that I have +a right to accuse the mob, on my own +knowledge, of being any less innocent than +a set of cleaner and better dressed people<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span> +might have been; for, though one of them +stole my pocket-handkerchief, I could not +but consider it fair game, under the circumstances, +and was grateful to the thief for +sparing me my purse. They were quiet, +civil, and remarkably good-humored, making +due allowance for the national gruffness; +there was no riot, no tumultuous +swaying to and fro of the mass, such as I +have often noted in an American crowd; +no noise of voices, except frequent bursts +of laughter, hoarse or shrill, and a widely +diffused, inarticulate murmur, resembling +nothing so much as the rumbling of the +tide among the arches of London Bridge. +What immensely perplexed me was a sharp, +angry sort of rattle, in all quarters, far off +and close at hand, and sometimes right at +my own back, where it sounded as if the +stout fabric of my English surtout had +been ruthlessly rent in twain; and everybody's +clothes, all over the fair, were evidently +being torn asunder in the same way. +By and by, I discovered that this strange +noise was produced by a little instrument +called "The Fun of the Fair,"—a sort of +rattle, consisting of a wooden wheel, the +cogs of which turn against a thin slip of +wood, and so produce a rasping sound when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> +drawn smartly against a person's back. +The ladies draw their rattles against the +backs of their male friends (and everybody +passes for a friend at Greenwich Fair), and +the young men return the compliment on +the broad British backs of the ladies; and +all are bound by immemorial custom to +take it in good part and be merry at the +joke. As it was one of my prescribed +official duties to give an account of such +mechanical contrivances as might be unknown +in my own country, I have thought +it right to be thus particular in describing +the Fun of the Fair.</p> + +<p>But this was far from being the sole +amusement. There were theatrical booths, +in front of which were pictorial representations +of the scenes to be enacted within; +and anon a drummer emerged from one of +them, thumping on a terribly lax drum, +and followed by the entire <i>dramatis personæ</i>, +who ranged themselves on a wooden +platform in front of the theatre. They +were dressed in character, but wofully +shabby, with very dingy and wrinkled +white tights, threadbare cotton-velvets, +crumpled silks, and crushed muslin, and +all the gloss and glory gone out of their +aspect and attire, seen thus in the broad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span> +daylight and after a long series of performances. +They sang a song together, and +withdrew into the theatre, whither the public +were invited to follow them at the inconsiderable +cost of a penny a ticket. Before +another booth stood a pair of brawny +fighting-men, displaying their muscle, and +soliciting patronage for an exhibition of +the noble British art of pugilism. There +were pictures of giants, monsters, and outlandish +beasts, most prodigious, to be sure, +and worthy of all admiration, unless the +artist had gone incomparably beyond his +subject. Jugglers proclaimed aloud the +miracles which they were prepared to +work; and posture-makers dislocated every +joint of their bodies and tied their limbs +into inextricable knots, wherever they +could find space to spread a little square +of carpet on the ground. In the midst of +the confusion, while everybody was treading +on his neighbor's toes, some little boys +were very solicitous to brush your boots. +These lads, I believe, are a product of +modern society,—at least, no older than +the time of Gay, who celebrates their origin +in his "Trivia;" but in most other +respects the scene reminded me of Bunyan's +description of Vanity Fair,—nor is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> +it at all improbable that the Pilgrim may +have been a merry-maker here in his wild +youth.</p> + +<p>It seemed very singular—though, of +course, I immediately classified it as an +English characteristic—to see a great +many portable weighing-machines, the owners +of which cried out continually and +amain, "Come, know your weight! Come, +come, know your weight to-day! Come, +know your weight!" and a multitude of +people, mostly large in the girth, were +moved by this vociferation to sit down in +the machines. I know not whether they +valued themselves on their beef, and estimated +their standing as members of society +at so much a pound; but I shall set it +down as a national peculiarity, and a symbol +of the prevalence of the earthly over +the spiritual element, that Englishmen are +wonderfully bent on knowing how solid and +physically ponderous they are.</p> + +<p>On the whole, having an appetite for the +brown bread and the tripe and sausages +of life, as well as for its nicer cates and +dainties, I enjoyed the scene, and was +amused at the sight of a gruff old Greenwich +pensioner, who, forgetful of the sailor-frolics +of his young days, stood looking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span> +with grim disapproval at all these vanities. +Thus we squeezed our way through the +mob-jammed town, and emerged into the +Park, where, likewise, we met a great many +merry-makers, but with freer space for +their gambols than in the streets. We +soon found ourselves the targets for a cannonade +with oranges (most of them in a +decayed condition), which went humming +past our ears from the vantage-ground of +neighboring hillocks, sometimes hitting our +sacred persons with an inelastic thump. +This was one of the privileged freedoms +of the time, and was nowise to be resented, +except by returning the salute. Many persons +were running races, hand in hand, +down the declivities, especially that steepest +one on the summit of which stands the +world-central Observatory, and (as in the +race of life) the partners were usually male +and female, and often caught a tumble together +before reaching the bottom of the +hill. Hereabouts we were pestered and +haunted by two young girls, the elder not +more than thirteen, teasing us to buy +matches; and finding no market for their +commodity, the taller one suddenly turned +a somerset before our faces, and rolled +heels over head from top to bottom of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span> +hill on which we stood. Then, scrambling +up the acclivity, the topsy-turvy trollop +offered us her matches again, as demurely +as if she had never flung aside her equilibrium; +so that, dreading a repetition of +the feat, we gave her sixpence and an admonition, +and enjoined her never to do so +any more.</p> + +<p>The most curious amusement that we +witnessed here—or anywhere else, indeed—was +an ancient and hereditary pastime +called "Kissing in the Ring." I shall describe +the sport exactly as I saw it, although +an English friend assures me that there +are certain ceremonies with a handkerchief, +which make it much more decorous +and graceful. A handkerchief, indeed! +There was no such thing in the crowd, except +it were the one which they had just +filched out of my pocket. It is one of the +simplest kinds of games, needing little or +no practice to make the player altogether +perfect; and the manner of it is this: A +ring is formed (in the present case, it was +of large circumference and thickly gemmed +around with faces, mostly on the broad +grin), into the centre of which steps an adventurous +youth, and, looking round the +circle, selects whatever maiden may most<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span> +delight his eye. He presents his hand +(which she is bound to accept), leads her +into the centre, salutes her on the lips, and +retires, taking his stand in the expectant +circle. The girl, in her turn, throws a +favorable regard on some fortunate young +man, offers her hand to lead him forth, +makes him happy with a maidenly kiss, +and withdraws to hide her blushes, if any +there be, among the simpering faces in the +ring; while the favored swain loses no +time in transferring her salute to the prettiest +and plumpest among the many mouths +that are primming themselves in anticipation. +And thus the thing goes on, till all +the festive throng are inwreathed and intertwined +into an endless and inextricable +chain of kisses; though, indeed, it smote +me with compassion to reflect that some +forlorn pair of lips might be left out, and +never know the triumph of a salute, after +throwing aside so many delicate reserves +for the sake of winning it. If the young +men had any chivalry, there was a fair +chance to display it by kissing the homeliest +damsel in the circle.</p> + +<p>To be frank, however, at the first glance, +and to my American eye, they looked all +homely alike, and the chivalry that I suggest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> +is more than I could have been capable +of, at any period of my life. They +seemed to be country-lasses, of sturdy and +wholesome aspect, with coarse-grained, +cabbage-rosy cheeks, and, I am willing to +suppose, a stout texture of moral principle, +such as would bear a good deal of rough +usage without suffering much detriment. +But how unlike the trim little damsels of +my native land! I desire above all things +to be courteous; but, since the plain truth +must be told, the soil and climate of England +produce feminine beauty as rarely as +they do delicate fruit; and though admirable +specimens of both are to be met with, +they are the hot-house ameliorations of refined +society, and apt, moreover, to relapse +into the coarseness of the original stock. +The men are manlike, but the women are +not beautiful, though the female Bull be +well enough adapted to the male. To return +to the lasses of Greenwich Fair, their +charms were few, and their behavior, perhaps, +not altogether commendable; and +yet it was impossible not to feel a degree +of faith in their innocent intentions, with +such a half-bashful zest and entire simplicity +did they keep up their part of the +game. It put the spectator in good-humor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span> +to look at them, because there was still +something of the old Arcadian life, the +secure freedom of the antique age, in their +way of surrendering their lips to strangers, +as if there were no evil or impurity in the +world. As for the young men, they were +chiefly specimens of the vulgar sediment +of London life, often shabbily genteel, +rowdyish, pale, wearing the unbrushed coat, +unshifted linen, and unwashed faces of +yesterday, as well as the haggardness of +last night's jollity in a gin-shop. Gathering +their character from these tokens, I +wondered whether there were any reasonable +prospect of their fair partners returning +to their rustic homes with as much innocence +(whatever were its amount or quality) +as they brought to Greenwich Fair, in +spite of the perilous familiarity established +by Kissing in the Ring.</p> + +<p>The manifold disorders resulting from +the fair, at which a vast city was brought +into intimate relations with a comparatively +rural district, have at length led to its suppression; +this was the very last celebration +of it, and brought to a close the broad-mouthed +merriment of many hundred years. +Thus my poor sketch, faint as its colors +are, may acquire some little value in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span> +reader's eyes from the consideration that +no observer of the coming time will ever +have an opportunity to give a better. I +should find it difficult to believe, however, +that the queer pastime just described, or +any moral mischief to which that and other +customs might pave the way, can have led +to the overthrow of Greenwich Fair; for +it has often seemed to me that Englishmen +of station and respectability, unless of a +peculiarly philanthropic turn, have neither +any faith in the feminine purity of the +lower orders of their countrywomen, nor +the slightest value for it, allowing its possible +existence. The distinction of ranks +is so marked, that the English cottage +damsel holds a position somewhat analogous +to that of the negro girl in our Southern +States. Hence comes inevitable detriment +to the moral condition of those men themselves, +who forget that the humblest woman +has a right and a duty to hold herself +in the same sanctity as the highest. The +subject cannot well be discussed in these +pages; but I offer it as a serious conviction, +from what I have been able to observe, +that the England of to-day is the unscrupulous +old England of Tom Jones and Joseph +Andrews, Humphrey Clinker and Roderick<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span> +Random; and in our refined era, just +the same as at that more free-spoken epoch, +this singular people has a certain contempt +for any fine-strained purity, any special +squeamishness, as they consider it, on the +part of an ingenuous youth. They appear +to look upon it as a suspicious phenomenon +in the masculine character.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, I by no means take upon +me to affirm that English morality, as regards +the phase here alluded to, is really at +a lower point than our own. Assuredly, I +hope so, because, making a higher pretension, +or, at all events, more carefully hiding +whatever may be amiss, we are either better +than they, or necessarily a great deal worse. +It impressed me that their open avowal +and recognition of immoralities served to +throw the disease to the surface, where it +might be more effectually dealt with, and +leave a sacred interior not utterly profaned, +instead of turning its poison back among +the inner vitalities of the character, at the +imminent risk of corrupting them all. Be +that as it may, these Englishmen are certainly +a franker and simpler people than +ourselves, from peer to peasant; but if we +can take it as compensatory on our part +(which I leave to be considered) that they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span> +owe those noble and manly qualities to a +coarser grain in their nature, and that, +with a finer one in ours, we shall ultimately +acquire a marble polish of which they are +unsusceptible, I believe that this may be +the truth.</p> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span> + +<h2><a name="X" id="X"></a>X.</h2> + +<p class="h3">UP THE THAMES</p> + +<p>The upper portion of Greenwich (where +my last article left me loitering) is a cheerful, +comely, old-fashioned town, the peculiarities +of which, if there be any, have +passed out of my remembrance. As you +descend towards the Thames the streets get +meaner, and the shabby and sunken houses, +elbowing one another for frontage, bear the +signboards of beer-shops and eating-rooms, +with especial promises of white-bait and +other delicacies in the fishing line. You +observe, also, a frequent announcement of +"Tea Gardens" in the rear; although, +estimating the capacity of the premises by +their external compass, the entire sylvan +charm and shadowy seclusion of such blissful +resorts must be limited within a small +back-yard. These places of cheap sustenance +and recreation depend for support +upon the innumerable pleasure-parties who +come from London Bridge by steamer, at +a fare of a few pence, and who get as enjoyable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span> +a meal for a shilling a head as the +Ship Hotel would afford a gentleman for a +guinea.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus158.jpg" width="600" height="351" alt="London Bridge." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">London Bridge.</p> + +<p>The steamers, which are constantly +smoking their pipes up and down the +Thames, offer much the most agreeable +mode of getting to London. At least, it +might be exceedingly agreeable, except for +the myriad floating particles of soot from +the stove-pipe, and the heavy heat of midsummer +sunshine on the unsheltered deck, +or the chill, misty air-draught of a cloudy +day, and the spiteful little showers of rain +that may spatter down upon you at any +moment, whatever the promise of the sky; +besides which there is some slight inconvenience +from the inexhaustible throng of +passengers, who scarcely allow you standing-room, +nor so much as a breath of unappropriated +air, and never a chance to sit +down. If these difficulties, added to the +possibility of getting your pocket picked, +weigh little with you, the panorama along +the shores of the memorable river, and the +incidents and shows of passing life upon its +bosom, render the trip far preferable to the +brief yet tiresome shoot along the railway +track. On one such voyage, a regatta of +wherries raced past us, and at once involved<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span> +every soul on board our steamer in the tremendous +excitement of the struggle. The +spectacle was but a moment within our +view, and presented nothing more than a +few light skiffs, in each of which sat a +single rower, bare-armed, and with little +apparel, save a shirt and drawers, pale, +anxious, with every muscle on the stretch, +and plying his oars in such fashion that +the boat skimmed along with the aerial +celerity of a swallow. I wondered at myself +for so immediately catching an interest +in the affair, which seemed to contain no +very exalted rivalship of manhood; but, +whatever the kind of battle or the prize of +victory, it stirs one's sympathy immensely, +and is even awful, to behold the rare sight +of a man thoroughly in earnest, doing his +best, putting forth all there is in him, and +staking his very soul (as these rowers appeared +willing to do) on the issue of the +contest. It was the seventy-fourth annual +regatta of the Free Watermen of Greenwich, +and announced itself as under the +patronage of the Lord Mayor and other +distinguished individuals, at whose expense, +I suppose, a prize-boat was offered to the +conqueror, and some small amounts of +money to the inferior competitors.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span></p> + +<p>The aspect of London along the Thames, +below Bridge, as it is called, is by no means +so impressive as it ought to be, considering +what peculiar advantages are offered for +the display of grand and stately architecture +by the passage of a river through +the midst of a great city. It seems, indeed, +as if the heart of London had been cleft +open for the mere purpose of showing how +rotten and drearily mean it had become. +The shore is lined with the shabbiest, +blackest, and ugliest buildings that can be +imagined, decayed warehouses with blind +windows, and wharves that look ruinous; +insomuch that, had I known nothing more +of the world's metropolis, I might have +fancied that it had already experienced the +downfall which I have heard commercial +and financial prophets predict for it, within +the century. And the muddy tide of the +Thames, reflecting nothing, and hiding a +million of unclean secrets within its breast,—a +sort of guilty conscience, as it were, +unwholesome with the rivulets of sin that +constantly flow into it,—is just the dismal +stream to glide by such a city. The +surface, to be sure, displays no lack of +activity, being fretted by the passage of a +hundred steamers and covered with a good<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span> +deal of shipping, but mostly of a clumsier +build than I had been accustomed to see +in the Mersey: a fact which I complacently +attributed to the smaller number of American +clippers in the Thames, and the less +prevalent influence of American example +in refining away the broad-bottomed capacity +of the old Dutch or English models.</p> + +<p>About midway between Greenwich and +London Bridge, at a rude landing-place on +the left bank of the river, the steamer rings +its bell and makes a momentary pause in +front of a large circular structure, where it +may be worth our while to scramble ashore. +It indicates the locality of one of those +prodigious practical blunders that would +supply John Bull with a topic of inexhaustible +ridicule if his cousin Jonathan had +committed them, but of which he himself +perpetrates ten to our one in the mere +wantonness of wealth that lacks better employment. +The circular building covers +the entrance to the Thames Tunnel, and is +surmounted by a dome of glass, so as to +throw daylight down into the great depth +at which the passage of the river commences. +Descending a wearisome succession +of staircases, we at last find ourselves, +still in the broad noon, standing before a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span> +closed door, on opening which we behold +the vista of an arched corridor that extends +into everlasting midnight. In these days, +when glass has been applied to so many +new purposes, it is a pity that the architect +had not thought of arching portions of his +abortive tunnel with immense blocks of +the lucid substance, over which the dusky +Thames would have flowed like a cloud, +making the sub-fluvial avenue only a little +gloomier than a street of upper London. +At present, it is illuminated at regular intervals +by jets of gas, not very brilliantly, +yet with lustre enough to show the damp +plaster of the ceiling and walls, and the +massive stone pavement, the crevices of +which are oozy with moisture, not from the +incumbent river, but from hidden springs +in the earth's deeper heart. There are +two parallel corridors, with a wall between, +for the separate accommodation of the +double throng of foot-passengers, equestrians, +and vehicles of all kinds, which was +expected to roll and reverberate continually +through the tunnel. Only one of them +has ever been opened, and its echoes are +but feebly awakened by infrequent footfalls.</p> + +<p>Yet there seem to be people who spend<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span> +their lives here, and who probably blink +like owls, when, once or twice a year, perhaps, +they happen to climb into the sunshine. +All along the corridor, which I believe +to be a mile in extent, we see stalls +or shops in little alcoves, kept principally +by women; they were of a ripe age, I was +glad to observe, and certainly robbed England +of none of its very moderate supply of +feminine loveliness by their deeper than +tomb-like interment. As you approach +(and they are so accustomed to the dusky +gaslight that they read all your characteristics +afar off), they assail you with hungry +entreaties to buy some of their merchandise, +holding forth views of the tunnel put +up in cases of Derbyshire spar, with a +magnifying glass at one end to make the +vista more effective. They offer you, besides, +cheap jewelry, sunny topazes, and +resplendent emeralds for sixpence, and diamonds +as big as the Kohinoor at a not +much heavier cost, together with a multifarious +trumpery which has died out of the +upper world to reappear in this Tartarean +bazaar. That you may fancy yourself still +in the realms of the living, they urge you +to partake of cakes, candy, ginger-beer, and +such small refreshment, more suitable, however,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span> +for the shadowy appetite of ghosts +than for the sturdy stomachs of Englishmen. +The most capacious of the shops +contains a dioramic exhibition of cities and +scenes in the daylight world, with a dreary +glimmer of gas among them all; so that +they serve well enough to represent the +dim, unsatisfactory remembrances that +dead people might be supposed to retain +from their past lives, mixing them up with +the ghastliness of their unsubstantial state. +I dwell the more upon these trifles, and do +my best to give them a mockery of importance, +because, if these are nothing, then +all this elaborate contrivance and mighty +piece of work has been wrought in vain. +The Englishman has burrowed under the +bed of his great river, and set ships of two +or three thousand tons a-rolling over his +head, only to provide new sites for a few +old women to sell cakes and ginger-beer!</p> + +<p>Yet the conception was a grand one; +and though it has proved an absolute failure, +swallowing an immensity of toil and +money, with annual returns hardly sufficient +to keep the pavement free from the +ooze of subterranean springs, yet it needs, +I presume, only an expenditure three or +four (or, for aught I know, twenty) times<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span> +as large, to make the enterprise brilliantly +successful. The descent is so great from +the bank of the river to its surface, and the +tunnel dips so profoundly under the river's +bed, that the approaches on either +side must commence a long way off, in +order to render the entrance accessible to +horsemen or vehicles; so that the larger +part of the cost of the whole affair should +have been expended on its margins. It +has turned out a sublime piece of folly; +and when the New-Zealander of distant +ages shall have moralized sufficiently among +the ruins of London Bridge, he will bethink +himself that somewhere thereabout +was the marvelous Tunnel, the very existence +of which will seem to him as incredible +as that of the hanging gardens of +Babylon. But the Thames will long ago +have broken through the massive arch, and +choked up the corridors with mud and +sand and with the large stones of the +structure itself, intermixed with skeletons +of drowned people, the rusty ironwork of +sunken vessels, and the great many such +precious and curious things as a river always +contrives to hide in its bosom; the +entrance will have been obliterated, and +its very site forgotten beyond the memory<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span> +of twenty generations of men, and the +whole neighborhood be held a dangerous +spot on account of the malaria; insomuch +that the traveler will make but a brief and +careless inquisition for the traces of the +old wonder, and will stake his credit before +the public, in some Pacific Monthly of that +day, that the story of it is but a myth, +though enriched with a spiritual profundity +which he will proceed to unfold.</p> + +<p>Yet it is impossible (for a Yankee, at +least) to see so much magnificent ingenuity +thrown away, without trying to endow +the unfortunate result with some kind of +usefulness, though perhaps widely different +from the purpose of its original conception. +In former ages, the mile-long corridors, +with their numerous alcoves, might +have been utilized as a series of dungeons, +the fittest of all possible receptacles for +prisoners of state. Dethroned monarchs +and fallen statesmen would not have needed +to remonstrate against a domicile so spacious, +so deeply secluded from the world's +scorn, and so admirably in accordance with +their thenceforward sunless fortunes. An +alcove here might have suited Sir Walter +Raleigh better than that darksome hiding-place +communicating with the great chamber<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span> +in the Tower, pacing from end to end +of which he meditated upon his "History +of the World." His track would here have +been straight and narrow, indeed, and +would therefore have lacked somewhat of +the freedom that his intellect demanded; +and yet the length to which his footsteps +might have traveled forth and retraced +themselves would partly have harmonized +his physical movement with the grand +curves and planetary returns of his thought, +through cycles of majestic periods. Having +it in his mind to compose the world's +history, methinks he could have asked no +better retirement than such a cloister as +this, insulated from all the seductions of +mankind and womankind, deep beneath +their mysteries and motives, down into the +heart of things, full of personal reminiscences +in order to the comprehensive +measurement and verification of historic +records, seeing into the secrets of human +nature,—secrets that daylight never yet +revealed to mortal,—but detecting their +whole scope and purport with the infallible +eyes of unbroken solitude and night. And +then the shades of the old mighty men +might have risen from their still profounder +abodes and joined him in the dim<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span> +corridor, treading beside him with an antique +stateliness of mien, telling him in +melancholy tones, grand, but always melancholy, +of the greater ideas and purposes +which their most renowned performances +so imperfectly carried out; that, magnificent +successes in the view of all posterity, +they were but failures to those who +planned them. As Raleigh was a navigator, +Noah would have explained to him +the peculiarities of construction that made +the ark so seaworthy; as Raleigh was a +statesman, Moses would have discussed +with him the principles of laws and government; +as Raleigh was a soldier, Cæsar and +Hannibal would have held debate in his +presence, with this martial student for their +umpire; as Raleigh was a poet, David, or +whatever most illustrious bard he might +call up, would have touched his harp, and +made manifest all the true significance of +the past by means of song and the subtle +intelligences of music.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, I had forgotten that Sir +Walter Raleigh's century knew nothing of +gaslight, and that it would require a prodigious +and wasteful expenditure of tallow-candles +to illuminate the tunnel sufficiently +to discern even a ghost. On this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span> +account, however, it would be all the more +suitable place of confinement for a metaphysician, +to keep him from bewildering +mankind with his shadowy speculations; +and, being shut off from external converse, +the dark corridor would help him to make +rich discoveries in those cavernous regions +and mysterious by-paths of the intellect, +which he had so long accustomed himself +to explore. But how would every successive +age rejoice in so secure a habitation +for its reformers, and especially for each +best and wisest man that happened to be +then alive! He seeks to burn up our +whole system of society, under pretense of +purifying it from its abuses! Away with +him into the tunnel, and let him begin by +setting the Thames on fire, if he is able!</p> + +<p>If not precisely these, yet akin to these +were some of the fantasies that haunted +me as I passed under the river: for the +place is suggestive of such idle and irresponsible +stuff by its own abortive character, +its lack of whereabout on upper earth, +or any solid foundation of realities. Could +I have looked forward a few years, I might +have regretted that American enterprise +had not provided a similar tunnel, under +the Hudson or the Potomac, for the convenience<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span> +of our National Government in +times hardly yet gone by. It would be delightful +to clap up all the enemies of our +peace and Union in the dark together, and +there let them abide, listening to the monotonous +roll of the river above their +heads, or perhaps in a state of miraculously +suspended animation, until,—be it after +months, years, or centuries,—when the +turmoil shall be all over, the Wrong washed +away in blood (since that must needs be +the cleansing fluid), and the Right firmly +rooted in the soil which that blood will +have enriched, they might crawl forth again +and catch a single glimpse at their redeemed +country, and feel it to be a better +land than they deserve, and die!</p> + +<p>I was not sorry when the daylight +reached me after a much briefer abode in +the nether regions than, I fear, would await +the troublesome personages just hinted at. +Emerging on the Surrey side of the +Thames, I found myself in Rotherhithe, a +neighborhood not unfamiliar to the readers +of old books of maritime adventure. There +being a ferry hard by the mouth of the +tunnel, I recrossed the river in the primitive +fashion of an open boat, which the +conflict of wind and tide, together with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span> +swash and swell of the passing steamers, +tossed high and low rather tumultuously. +This inquietude of our frail skiff (which, +indeed, bobbed up and down like a cork) so +much alarmed an old lady, the only other +passenger, that the boatmen essayed to +comfort her. "Never fear, mother!" +grumbled one of them; "we'll make the +river as smooth as we can for you. We'll +get a plane, and plane down the waves!" +The joke may not read very brilliantly; +but I make bold to record it as the only +specimen that reached my ears of the old, +rough water-wit for which the Thames +used to be so celebrated. Passing directly +along the line of the sunken tunnel, we +landed in Wapping, which I should have +presupposed to be the most tarry and +pitchy spot on earth, swarming with old +salts, and full of warm, bustling, coarse, +homely, and cheerful life. Nevertheless, +it turned out to be a cold and torpid neighborhood, +mean, shabby, and unpicturesque, +both as to its buildings and inhabitants: +the latter comprising (so far as was visible +to me) not a single unmistakable sailor, +though plenty of land-sharks, who get a +half-dishonest livelihood by business connected +with the sea. Ale and spirit vaults<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span> +(as petty drinking-establishments are styled +in England, pretending to contain vast +cellars full of liquor within the compass +of ten feet square above ground) were +particularly abundant, together with apples, +oranges, and oysters, the stalls of +fishmongers and butchers, and slop-shops, +where blue jackets and duck trousers +swung and capered before the doors. +Everything was on the poorest scale, and +the place bore an aspect of unredeemable +decay. From this remote point of London +I strolled leisurely towards the heart of the +city; while the streets, at first but thinly +occupied by man or vehicle, got more and +more thronged with foot-passengers, carts, +drays, cabs, and the all-pervading and all-accommodating +omnibus. But I lack courage, +and feel that I should lack perseverance, +as the gentlest reader would lack +patience, to undertake a descriptive stroll +through London streets; more especially +as there would be a volume ready for the +printer before we could reach a midway +resting-place at Charing Cross. It will be +the easier course to step aboard another +passing steamer, and continue our trip up +the Thames.</p> + +<p>The next notable group of objects is an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span> +assemblage of ancient walls, battlements, +and turrets, out of the midst of which rises +prominently one great square tower, of a +grayish hue, bordered with white stone, +and having a small turret at each corner +of the roof. This central structure is the +White Tower, and the whole circuit of +ramparts and inclosed edifices constitutes +what is known in English history, and still +more widely and impressively in English +poetry, as the Tower. A crowd of river-craft +are generally moored in front of it; +but if we look sharply at the right moment +under the base of the rampart, we may +catch a glimpse of an arched water-entrance, +half submerged, past which the +Thames glides as indifferently as if it were +the mouth of a city-kennel. Nevertheless, +it is the Traitor's Gate, a dreary kind of +triumphal passage-way (now supposed to be +shut up and barred forever), through which +a multitude of noble and illustrious personages +have entered the Tower and found it +a brief resting-place on their way to heaven. +Passing it many times, I never observed +that anybody glanced at this shadowy and +ominous trap-door, save myself. It is well +that America exists, if it were only that +her vagrant children may be impressed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span> +and affected by the historical monuments +of England in a degree of which the native +inhabitants are evidently incapable. These +matters are too familiar, too real, and too +hopelessly built in amongst and mixed up +with the common objects and affairs of life, +to be easily susceptible of imaginative +coloring in their minds; and even their +poets and romancers feel it a toil, and almost +a delusion, to extract poetic material +out of what seems embodied poetry itself +to an American. An Englishman cares +nothing about the Tower, which to us is a +haunted castle in dream-land. That honest +and excellent gentleman, the late Mr. G. P. +R. James (whose mechanical ability, one +might have supposed, would nourish itself +by devouring every old stone of such a +structure), once assured me that he had +never in his life set eyes upon the Tower, +though for years an historic novelist in +London.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus176.jpg" width="600" height="321" alt="Tower of London." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Tower of London.</p> + +<p>Not to spend a whole summer's day +upon the voyage, we will suppose ourselves +to have reached London Bridge, and thence +to have taken another steamer for a farther +passage up the river. But here the memorable +objects succeed each other so rapidly +that I can spare but a single sentence +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span>even for the great Dome, though I deem +it more picturesque, in that dusky atmosphere, +than St. Peter's in its clear blue sky.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> +I must mention, however (since everything +connected with royalty is especially interesting +to my dear countrymen), that I once +saw a large and beautiful barge, splendidly +gilded and ornamented, and overspread with +a rich covering, lying at the pier nearest to +St. Paul's Cathedral; it had the royal banner +of Great Britain displayed, besides being +decorated with a number of other flags; +and many footmen (who are universally the +grandest and gaudiest objects to be seen +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span>in England at this day, and these were +regal ones, in a bright scarlet livery bedizened +with gold-lace, and white silk stockings) +were in attendance. I know not what +festive or ceremonial occasion may have +drawn out this pageant; after all, it might +have been merely a city-spectacle, appertaining +to the Lord Mayor; but the sight +had its value in bringing vividly before me +the grand old times when the sovereign +and nobles were accustomed to use the +Thames as the high street of the metropolis, +and join in pompous processions upon +it; whereas, the desuetude of such customs +nowadays has caused the whole show of +river-life to consist in a multitude of smoke-begrimed +steamers. An analogous change +has taken place in the streets, where cabs +and the omnibus have crowded out a rich +variety of vehicles; and thus life gets more +monotonous in hue from age to age, and appears +to seize every opportunity to strip off +a bit of its gold-lace among the wealthier +classes, and to make itself decent in the +lower ones.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> St. Paul's appeared to me unspeakably grand and +noble, and the more so from the throng and bustle +continually going on around its base, without in the least +disturbing the sublime repose of its great dome, and, +indeed, of all its massive height and breadth. Other +edifices may crowd close to its foundation, and people +may tramp as they like about it; but still the great +cathedral is as quiet and serene as if it stood in the +middle of Salisbury Plain. There cannot be anything +else in its way so good in the world as just this effect of +St. Paul's in the very heart and densest tumult of London. +I do not know whether the church is built of +marble, or of whatever other white or nearly white material; +but in the time that it has been standing there, it +has grown black with the smoke of ages, through which +there are, nevertheless, gleams of white, that make a +most picturesque impression on the whole. It is much +better than staring white; the edifice would not be +nearly so grand without this drapery of black.—II. 91.</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 478px;"> +<img src="images/illus180.jpg" width="478" height="600" alt="St. Paul's Cathedral." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">St. Paul's Cathedral.</p> + +<p>Yonder is Whitefriars, the old rowdy +Alsatia, now wearing as decorous a face +as any other portion of London; and, adjoining +it, the avenues and brick squares +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span>of the Temple, with that historic garden, +close upon the river-side, and still rich in +shrubbery and flowers, where the partisans +of York and Lancaster plucked the fatal +roses, and scattered their pale and bloody +petals over so many English battle-fields. +Hard by, we see the long white front or +rear of Somerset House, and, farther on, +rise the two new Houses of Parliament, +with a huge unfinished tower already hiding +its imperfect summit in the smoky +canopy,—the whole vast and cumbrous +edifice a specimen of the best that modern +architecture can effect, elaborately imitating +the masterpieces of those simple ages +when men "builded better than they +knew."<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> Close by it, we have a glimpse +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span>of the roof and upper towers of the holy +Abbey; while that gray, ancestral pile on +the opposite side of the river is Lambeth +Palace, a venerable group of halls and turrets, +chiefly built of brick, but with at +least one large tower of stone.<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> In our +course, we have passed beneath half a +dozen bridges, and, emerging out of the +black heart of London, shall soon reach a +cleanly suburb, where old Father Thames, +if I remember, begins to put on an aspect +of unpolluted innocence. And now we +look back upon the mass of innumerable +roofs, out of which rise steeples, towers, +columns, and the great crowning Dome,—look +back, in short, upon that mystery +of the world's proudest city, amid which +a man so longs and loves to be; not, perhaps, +because it contains much that is positively +admirable and enjoyable, but because, +at all events, the world has nothing +better. The cream of external life is there; +and whatever merely intellectual or material +good we fail to find perfect in London, +we may as well content ourselves to +seek that unattainable thing no farther on +this earth.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> After coming out of the Abbey, we looked at the two +Houses of Parliament, directly across the way,—an immense +structure, and certainly most splendid, built of a +beautiful warm-colored stone. The building has a very +elaborate finish, and delighted me at first; but by and +by I began to be sensible of a weariness in the effect, a +lack of variety in the plan and ornament, a deficiency of +invention; so that instead of being more and more interested +the longer one looks, as is the case with an old +Gothic edifice, and continually reading deeper into it, +one finds that one has seen all in seeing a little piece, +and that the magnificent palace has nothing better to +show one or to do for one. It is wonderful how the old +weather-stained and smoke-blackened Abbey shames +down this brand-newness; not that the Parliament +Houses are not fine objects to look at, too.—II. 105.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> It stands immediately on the bank of the river, not +far above the bridge. We merely walked round it, and +saw only an old stone tower or two, partially renewed +with brick, and a high connecting wall, within which appeared +gables and other portions of the palace, all of an +ancient plan and venerable aspect, though evidently +much patched up and restored in the course of the many +ages since its foundation.—II. 193.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></p></div> + +<p>The steamer terminates its trip at Chelsea, +an old town endowed with a prodigious +number of pothouses, and some famous +gardens, called the Cremorne, for public +amusement. The most noticeable thing, +however, is Chelsea Hospital, which, like +that of Greenwich, was founded, I believe, +by Charles II. (whose bronze statue, in the +guise of an old Roman, stands in the centre +of the quadrangle), and appropriated +as a home for aged and infirm soldiers of +the British army. The edifices are of three +stories, with windows in the high roofs, +and are built of dark, sombre brick, with +stone edgings and facings. The effect +is by no means that of grandeur (which +is somewhat disagreeably an attribute of +Greenwich Hospital), but a quiet and venerable +neatness. At each extremity of the +street-front there is a spacious and hospitably +open gateway, lounging about which +I saw some gray veterans in long scarlet +coats of an antique fashion, and the cocked +hats of a century ago, or occasionally a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span> +modern foraging-cap. Almost all of them +moved with a rheumatic gait, two or three +stumped on wooden legs, and here and +there an arm was missing. Inquiring of +one of these fragmentary heroes whether +a stranger could be admitted to see the +establishment, he replied most cordially, +"Oh yes, sir,—anywhere! Walk in and +go where you please,—upstairs, or anywhere!" +So I entered, and, passing along +the inner side of the quadrangle, came to +the door of the chapel, which forms a part +of the contiguity of edifices next the street. +Here another pensioner, an old warrior of +exceedingly peaceable and Christian demeanor, +touched his three-cornered hat and +asked if I wished to see the interior; to +which I assenting, he unlocked the door, +and we went in.</p> + +<p>The chapel consists of a great hall with +a vaulted roof, and over the altar is a large +painting in fresco, the subject of which +I did not trouble myself to make out. +More appropriate adornments of the place, +dedicated as well to martial reminiscences +as religious worship, are the long ranges +of dusty and tattered banners, that hang +from their staves all round the ceiling of +the chapel. They are trophies of battles<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span> +fought and won in every quarter of the +world, comprising the captured flags of all +the nations with whom the British lion +has waged war since James II.'s time,—French, +Dutch, East Indian, Prussian, Russian, +Chinese, and American,—collected +together in this consecrated spot, not to +symbolize that there shall be no more discord +upon earth, but drooping over the +aisle in sullen, though peaceable, humiliation. +Yes, I said "American" among +the rest; for the good old pensioner mistook +me for an Englishman, and failed not +to point out (and, methought, with an especial +emphasis of triumph) some flags +that had been taken at Bladensburg and +Washington. I fancied, indeed, that they +hung a little higher and drooped a little +lower than any of their companions in disgrace. +It is a comfort, however, that their +proud devices are already indistinguishable, +or nearly so, owing to dust and tatters +and the kind offices of the moths, and +that they will soon rot from the banner-staves +and be swept out in unrecognized +fragments from the chapel-door.</p> + +<p>It is a good method of teaching a man +how imperfectly cosmopolitan he is, to +show him his country's flag occupying a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[436]</a></span> +position of dishonor in a foreign land. But, +in truth, the whole system of a people +crowing over its military triumphs had far +better be dispensed with, both on account +of the ill-blood that it helps to keep fermenting +among the nations, and because +it operates as an accumulative inducement +to future generations to aim at a kind of +glory, the gain of which has generally +proved more ruinous than its loss. I heartily +wish that every trophy of victory might +crumble away, and that every reminiscence +or tradition of a hero, from the beginning +of the world to this day, could pass out of +all men's memories at once and forever. +I might feel very differently, to be sure, if +we Northerners had anything especially +valuable to lose by the fading of those illuminated +names.</p> + +<p>I gave the pensioner (but I am afraid +there may have been a little affectation in +it) a magnificent guerdon of all the silver +I had in my pocket, to requite him for +having unintentionally stirred up my patriotic +susceptibilities. He was a meek-looking, +kindly old man, with a humble +freedom and affability of manner that made +it pleasant to converse with him. Old soldiers, +I know not why, seem to be more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[437]</a></span> +accostable than old sailors. One is apt to +hear a growl beneath the smoothest courtesy +of the latter. The mild veteran, with +his peaceful voice, and gentle reverend +aspect, told me that he had fought at a +cannon all through the Battle of Waterloo, +and escaped unhurt; he had now been in +the hospital four or five years, and was +married, but necessarily underwent a separation +from his wife, who lived outside +of the gates. To my inquiry whether his +fellow-pensioners were comfortable and +happy, he answered, with great alacrity, +"Oh yes, sir!" qualifying his evidence, +after a moment's consideration, by saying +in an undertone, "There are some people, +your Honor knows, who could not be comfortable +anywhere." I did know it, and +fear that the system of Chelsea Hospital +allows too little of that wholesome care +and regulation of their own occupations +and interests which might assuage the +sting of life to those naturally uncomfortable +individuals by giving them something +external to think about. But my old friend +here was happy in the hospital, and by this +time, very likely, is happy in heaven, in +spite of the bloodshed that he may have +caused by touching off a cannon at Waterloo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[438]</a></span></p> + +<p>Crossing Battersea Bridge, in the neighborhood +of Chelsea, I remember seeing a +distant gleam of the Crystal Palace, glimmering +afar in the afternoon sunshine like +an imaginary structure,—an air-castle by +chance descended upon earth, and resting +there one instant before it vanished, as we +sometimes see a soap-bubble touch unharmed +on the carpet,—a thing of only +momentary visibility and no substance, +destined to be overburdened and crushed +down by the first cloud-shadow that might +fall upon that spot. Even as I looked, it +disappeared.<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> Shall I attempt a picture of +this exhalation of modern ingenuity, or +what else shall I try to paint? Everything +in London and its vicinity has been depicted +innumerable times, but never once translated +into intelligible images; it is an "old, +old story," never yet told, nor to be told. +While writing these reminiscences, I am +continually impressed with the futility of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[439]</a></span>the effort to give any creative truth to my +sketch, so that it might produce such pictures +in the reader's mind as would cause +the original scenes to appear familiar when +afterwards beheld. Nor have other writers +often been more successful in representing +definite objects prophetically to my own +mind. In truth, I believe that the chief +delight and advantage of this kind of literature +is not for any real information that +it supplies to untraveled people, but for +reviving the recollections and reawakening +the emotions of persons already acquainted +with the scenes described. Thus I found +an exquisite pleasure, the other day, in +reading Mr. Tuckerman's "Month in England,"—a +fine example of the way in +which a refined and cultivated American +looks at the Old Country, the things that +he naturally seeks there, and the modes of +feeling and reflection which they excite. +Correct outlines avail little or nothing, +though truth of coloring may be somewhat +more efficacious. Impressions, however, +states of mind produced by interesting and +remarkable objects, these, if truthfully and +vividly recorded, may work a genuine effect, +and, though but the result of what we see, +go further towards representing the actual<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[440]</a></span> +scene than any direct effort to paint it. +Give the emotions that cluster about it, +and, without being able to analyze the spell +by which it is summoned up, you get something +like a simulachre of the object in the +midst of them. From some of the above +reflections I draw the comfortable inference, +that, the longer and better known a +thing may be, so much the more eligible is +it as the subject of a descriptive sketch.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> The Crystal Palace gleamed in the sunshine; but I +do not think a very impressive edifice can be built of +glass,—light and airy, to be sure, but still it will be no +other than an overgrown conservatory. It is unlike +anything else in England; uncongenial with the English +character, without privacy, destitute of mass, weight, and +shadow, unsusceptible of ivy, lichens, or any mellowness +from age.—II. 135.</p></div> + +<p>On a Sunday afternoon, I passed through +a side-entrance in the time-blackened wall +of a place of worship, and found myself +among a congregation assembled in one of +the transepts and the immediately contiguous +portion of the nave. It was a vast +old edifice, spacious enough, within the extent +covered by its pillared roof and overspread +by its stone pavement, to accommodate +the whole of church-going London, +and with a far wider and loftier concave +than any human power of lungs could fill +with audible prayer. Oaken benches were +arranged in the transept, on one of which +I seated myself, and joined, as well as I +knew how, in the sacred business that was +going forward. But when it came to the +sermon, the voice of the preacher was +puny, and so were his thoughts, and both<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[441]</a></span> +seemed impertinent at such a time and +place, where he and all of us were bodily +included within a sublime act of religion, +which could be seen above and around us +and felt beneath our feet. The structure +itself was the worship of the devout men +of long ago, miraculously preserved in stone +without losing an atom of its fragrance +and fervor; it was a kind of anthem-strain +that they had sung and poured out of the +organ in centuries gone by; and being so +grand and sweet, the Divine benevolence +had willed it to be prolonged for the behoof +of auditors unborn. I therefore came to +the conclusion, that, in my individual case, +it would be better and more reverent to +let my eyes wander about the edifice than +to fasten them and my thoughts on the +evidently uninspired mortal who was venturing—and +felt it no venture at all—to +speak here above his breath.</p> + +<p>The interior of Westminster Abbey (for +the reader recognized it, no doubt, the +moment we entered) is built of rich brown +stone; and the whole of it—the lofty roof, +the tall, clustered pillars, and the pointed +arches—appears to be in consummate repair. +At all points where decay has laid +its finger, the structure is clamped with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[442]</a></span> +iron or otherwise carefully protected; and +being thus watched over,—whether as a +place of ancient sanctity, a noble specimen +of Gothic art, or an object of national interest +and pride,—it may reasonably be expected +to survive for as many ages as have +passed over it already. It was sweet to +feel its venerable quietude, its long-enduring +peace, and yet to observe how kindly +and even cheerfully it received the sunshine +of to-day, which fell from the great +windows into the fretted aisles and arches +that laid aside somewhat of their aged +gloom to welcome it. Sunshine always +seems friendly to old abbeys, churches, and +castles, kissing them, as it were, with a +more affectionate, though still reverential +familiarity, than it accords to edifices of +later date. A square of golden light lay +on the sombre pavement of the nave, afar +off, falling through the grand western entrance, +the folding leaves of which were +wide open, and afforded glimpses of people +passing to and fro in the outer world, while +we sat dimly enveloped in the solemnity of +antique devotion. In the south transept, +separated from us by the full breadth of +the minster, there were painted glass windows, +of which the uppermost appeared to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[443]</a></span> +be a great orb of many-colored radiance, +being, indeed, a cluster of saints and angels +whose glorified bodies formed the rays of +an aureole emanating from a cross in the +midst. These windows are modern, but +combine softness with wonderful brilliancy +of effect. Through the pillars and arches, +I saw that the walls in that distant region +of the edifice were almost wholly incrusted +with marble, now grown yellow with time, +no blank, unlettered slabs, but memorials +of such men as their respective generations +deemed wisest and bravest. Some of them +were commemorated merely by inscriptions +on mural tablets, others by sculptured bas-reliefs, +others (once famous, but now forgotten, +generals or admirals, these) by +ponderous tombs that aspired towards the +roof of the aisle, or partly curtained the +immense arch of a window. These mountains +of marble were peopled with the +sisterhood of Allegory, winged trumpeters, +and classic figures in full-bottomed wigs; +but it was strange to observe how the old +Abbey melted all such absurdities into the +breadth of its own grandeur, even magnifying +itself by what would elsewhere have +been ridiculous. Methinks it is the test +of Gothic sublimity to overpower the ridiculous<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[444]</a></span> +without deigning to hide it; and +these grotesque monuments of the last +century answer a similar purpose with the +grinning faces which the old architects +scattered among their most solemn conceptions.</p> + +<p>From these distant wanderings (it was +my first visit to Westminster Abbey, and +I would gladly have taken it all in at a +glance) my eyes came back and began to +investigate what was immediately about +me in the transept. Close at my elbow +was the pedestal of Canning's statue. Next +beyond it was a massive tomb, on the spacious +tablet of which reposed the full-length +figures of a marble lord and lady, +whom an inscription announced to be the +Duke and Duchess of Newcastle,—the +historic Duke of Charles I.'s time, and the +fantastic Duchess, traditionally remembered +by her poems and plays. She was of a +family, as the record on her tomb proudly +informed us, of which all the brothers had +been valiant and all the sisters virtuous. +A recent statue of Sir John Malcolm, the +new marble as white as snow, held the +next place; and near by was a mural monument +and bust of Sir Peter Warren. The +round visage of this old British admiral<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[445]</a></span> +has a certain interest for a New-Englander, +because it was by no merit of his own +(though he took care to assume it as such), +but by the valor and warlike enterprise +of our colonial forefathers, especially the +stout men of Massachusetts, that he won +rank and renown, and a tomb in Westminster +Abbey. Lord Mansfield, a huge +mass of marble done into the guise of a +judicial gown and wig, with a stern face in +the midst of the latter, sat on the other +side of the transept; and on the pedestal +beside him was a figure of Justice, holding +forth, instead of the customary grocer's +scales, an actual pair of brass steelyards. +It is an ancient and classic instrument, undoubtedly; +but I had supposed that Portia +(when Shylock's pound of flesh was to be +weighed) was the only judge that ever +really called for it in a court of justice. +Pitt and Fox were in the same distinguished +company; and John Kemble, in +Roman costume, stood not far off, but +strangely shorn of the dignity that is said +to have enveloped him like a mantle in his +lifetime. Perhaps the evanescent majesty +of the stage is incompatible with the long +endurance of marble and the solemn reality +of the tomb; though, on the other hand,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[446]</a></span> +almost every illustrious personage here represented +has been invested with more or +less of stage-trickery by his sculptor. In +truth, the artist (unless there be a divine +efficacy in his touch, making evident a +heretofore hidden dignity in the actual +form) feels it an imperious law to remove +his subject as far from the aspect of ordinary +life as may be possible without sacrificing +every trace of resemblance. The +absurd effect of the contrary course is very +remarkable in the statue of Mr. Wilberforce, +whose actual self, save for the lack +of color, I seemed to behold, seated just +across the aisle.</p> + +<p>This excellent man appears to have sunk +into himself in a sitting posture, with a +thin leg crossed over his knee, a book in +one hand, and a finger of the other under +his chin, I believe, or applied to the side +of his nose, or to some equally familiar +purpose; while his exceedingly homely and +wrinkled face, held a little on one side, +twinkles at you with the shrewdest complacency, +as if he were looking right into +your eyes, and twigged something there +which you had half a mind to conceal +from him. He keeps this look so pertinaciously +that you feel it to be insufferably<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[447]</a></span> +impertinent, and bethink yourself what +common ground there may be between +yourself and a stone image, enabling you +to resent it. I have no doubt that the +statue is as like Mr. Wilberforce as one +pea to another, and you might fancy, that, +at some ordinary moment, when he least +expected it, and before he had time to +smooth away his knowing complication of +wrinkles, he had seen the Gorgon's head, +and whitened into marble,—not only his +personal self, but his coat and small-clothes, +down to a button and the minutest crease +of the cloth. The ludicrous result marks +the impropriety of bestowing the age-long +duration of marble upon small, characteristic +individualities, such as might come +within the province of waxen imagery. +The sculptor should give permanence to +the figure of a great man in his mood of +broad and grand composure, which would +obliterate all mean peculiarities; for, if +the original were unaccustomed to such a +mood, or if his features were incapable of +assuming the guise, it seems questionable +whether he could really have been entitled +to a marble immortality. In point of fact, +however, the English face and form are +seldom statuesque, however illustrious the +individual.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[448]</a></span></p> + +<p>It ill becomes me, perhaps, to have lapsed +into this mood of half-jocose criticism in +describing my first visit to Westminster +Abbey, a spot which I had dreamed about +more reverentially, from my childhood upward, +than any other in the world, and +which I then beheld, and now look back +upon, with profound gratitude to the men +who built it, and a kindly interest, I may +add, in the humblest personage that has +contributed his little all to its impressiveness, +by depositing his dust or his memory +there. But it is a characteristic of this +grand edifice that it permits you to smile +as freely under the roof of its central nave +as if you stood beneath the yet grander +canopy of heaven. Break into laughter, if +you feel inclined, provided the vergers do +not hear it echoing among the arches. In +an ordinary church you would keep your +countenance for fear of disturbing the +sanctities or proprieties of the place; but +you need leave no honest and decorous +portion of your human nature outside of +these benign and truly hospitable walls. +Their mild awfulness will take care of itself. +Thus it does no harm to the general +impression, when you come to be sensible +that many of the monuments are ridiculous,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[449]</a></span> +and commemorate a mob of people who +are mostly forgotten in their graves, and +few of whom ever deserved any better +boon from posterity. You acknowledge +the force of Sir Godfrey Kneller's objection +to being buried in Westminster Abbey, +because "they do bury fools there!" +Nevertheless, these grotesque carvings +of marble, that break out in dingy-white +blotches on the old freestone of the interior +walls, have come there by as natural a +process as might cause mosses and ivy to +cluster about the external edifice; for they +are the historical and biographical record +of each successive age, written with its +own hand, and all the truer for the inevitable +mistakes, and none the less solemn +for the occasional absurdity. Though you +entered the Abbey expecting to see the +tombs only of the illustrious, you are content +at last to read many names, both in +literature and history, that have now lost +the reverence of mankind, if indeed they +ever really possessed it. Let these men +rest in peace. Even if you miss a name +or two that you hoped to find there, they +may well be spared. It matters little a +few more or less, or whether Westminster +Abbey contains or lacks any one man's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[450]</a></span> +grave, so long as the Centuries, each with +the crowd of personages that it deemed +memorable, have chosen it as their place +of honored sepulture, and laid themselves +down under its pavement. The inscriptions +and devices on the walls are rich +with evidences of the fluctuating tastes, +fashions, manners, opinions, prejudices, +follies, wisdoms, of the past, and thus they +combine into a more truthful memorial of +their dead times than any individual epitaph-maker +ever meant to write.</p> + +<p>When the services were over, many of +the audience seemed inclined to linger in +the nave or wander away among the mysterious +aisles; for there is nothing in this +world so fascinating as a Gothic minster, +which always invites you deeper and deeper +into its heart both by vast revelations and +shadowy concealments. Through the open-work +screen that divides the nave from +the chancel and choir, we could discern +the gleam of a marvelous window, but +were debarred from entrance into that +more sacred precinct of the Abbey by the +vergers. These vigilant officials (doing +their duty all the more strenuously because +no fees could be exacted from Sunday +visitors) flourished their staves, and drove<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[451]</a></span> +us towards the grand entrance like a flock +of sheep. Lingering through one of the +aisles, I happened to look down, and found +my foot upon a stone inscribed with this +familiar exclamation, "<i>O rare Ben Jonson!</i>" +and remembered the story of stout old +Ben's burial in that spot, standing upright,—not, +I presume, on account of any unseemly +reluctance on his part to lie down +in the dust, like other men, but because +standing-room was all that could reasonably +be demanded for a poet among the +slumberous notabilities of his age. It made +me weary to think of it!—such a prodigious +length of time to keep one's feet!—apart +from the honor of the thing, it +would certainly have been better for Ben +to stretch himself at ease in some country +churchyard. To this day, however, I fancy +that there is a contemptuous alloy mixed +up with the admiration which the higher +classes of English society profess for their +literary men.</p> + +<p>Another day—in truth, many other +days—I sought out Poets' Corner, and +found a sign-board and pointed finger +directing the visitor to it, on the corner +house of a little lane leading towards the +rear of the Abbey. The entrance is at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[452]</a></span> +southeastern end of the south transept, and +it is used, on ordinary occasions, as the +only free mode of access to the building. +It is no spacious arch, but a small, lowly +door, passing through which, and pushing +aside an inner screen that partly keeps out +an exceedingly chill wind, you find yourself +in a dim nook of the Abbey, with the busts +of poets gazing at you from the otherwise +bare stone-work of the walls. Great poets, +too; for Ben Jonson is right behind the +door, and Spenser's tablet is next, and +Butler's on the same side of the transept, +and Milton's (whose bust you know at once +by its resemblance to one of his portraits, +though older, more wrinkled, and sadder +than that) is close by, and a profile-medallion +of Gray beneath it. A window high +aloft sheds down a dusky daylight on these +and many other sculptured marbles, now +as yellow as old parchment, that cover the +three walls of the nook up to an elevation +of about twenty feet above the pavement. +It seemed to me that I had always been +familiar with the spot. Enjoying a humble +intimacy—and how much of my life had +else been a dreary solitude!—with many +of its inhabitants, I could not feel myself +a stranger there. It was delightful to be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[453]</a></span>among them. There was a genial awe, +mingled with a sense of kind and friendly +presences about me; and I was glad, moreover, +at finding so many of them there +together, in fit companionship, mutually +recognized and duly honored, all reconciled +now, whatever distant generations, whatever +personal hostility or other miserable +impediment, had divided them far asunder +while they lived. I have never felt a +similar interest in any other tombstones, +nor have I ever been deeply moved by the +imaginary presence of other famous dead +people. A poet's ghost is the only one +that survives for his fellow-mortals, after +his bones are in the dust,—and he not +ghostly, but cherishing many hearts with +his own warmth in the chillest atmosphere +of life. What other fame is worth aspiring +for? Or, let me speak it more boldly, +what other long-enduring fame can exist? +We neither remember nor care anything +for the past, except as the poet has made +it intelligibly noble and sublime to our +comprehension. The shades of the mighty +have no substance; they flit ineffectually +about the darkened stage where they performed +their momentary parts, save when +the poet has thrown his own creative soul<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[454]</a></span> +into them, and imparted a more vivid life +than ever they were able to manifest to +mankind while they dwelt in the body. +And therefore—though he cunningly disguises +himself in their armor, their robes +of state, or kingly purple—it is not the +statesman, the warrior, or the monarch +that survives, but the despised poet, whom +they may have fed with their crumbs, and +to whom they owe all that they now are or +have,—a name!<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <i>September 30, 1855.</i> Poets' Corner has never seemed +like a strange place to me; it has been familiar from the +very first; at all events, I cannot now recollect the previous +conception, of which the reality has taken the place. +I seem always to have known that somewhat dim +corner, with the bare brown stone-work of the old edifice +aloft, and a window shedding down its light on the +marble busts and tablets, yellow with time, that cover +the three walls of the nook up to a height of about +twenty feet. Prior's is the largest and richest monument. +It is observable that the bust and monument of +Congreve are in a distant part of the Abbey. His +duchess probably thought it a degradation to bring a +gentleman among the beggarly poets.—II. 153. +</p> + +<p><i>November 12, 1857.</i> We found our way to Poets' Corner, +however, and entered those holy precincts, which +looked very dusky and grim in the smoky light.... I +was strongly impressed with the perception that very +commonplace people compose the great bulk of society +in the home of the illustrious dead. It is wonderful +how few names there are that one cares anything about +a hundred years after their departure; but perhaps each +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455">[455]</a></span>generation acts in good faith in canonizing its own +men.... But the fame of the buried person does not +make the marble live,—the marble keeps merely a cold +and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. +No man who needs a monument ever ought to have +one.—II. 565.</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus204.jpg" width="600" height="376" alt="Poets' Corner, Westminster Abbey." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Poets' Corner, Westminster Abbey.</p> + +<p>In the foregoing paragraph I seem to +have been betrayed into a flight above +or beyond the customary level that best +agrees with me; but it represents fairly +enough the emotions with which I passed +from Poets' Corner into the chapels, which +contain the sepulchres of kings and great +people. They are magnificent even now, +and must have been inconceivably so when +the marble slabs and pillars wore their new +polish, and the statues retained the brilliant +colors with which they were originally +painted, and the shrines their rich gilding, +of which the sunlight still shows a glimmer +or a streak, though the sunbeam itself looks +tarnished with antique dust. Yet this recondite +portion of the Abbey presents few +memorials of personages whom we care +to remember. The shrine of Edward the +Confessor has a certain interest, because +it was so long held in religious reverence, +and because the very dust that settled +upon it was formerly worth gold. The +helmet and war-saddle of Henry V., worn +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_456" id="Page_456">[456]</a></span>at Agincourt, and now suspended above +his tomb, are memorable objects, but more +for Shakespeare's sake than the victor's +own. Rank has been the general passport +to admission here. Noble and regal +dust is as cheap as dirt under the pavement. +I am glad to recollect, indeed (and +it is too characteristic of the right English +spirit not to be mentioned), one or +two gigantic statues of great mechanicians, +who contributed largely to the material +welfare of England, sitting familiarly in +their marble chairs among forgotten kings +and queens. Otherwise, the quaintness of +the earlier monuments, and the antique +beauty of some of them, are what chiefly +gives them value. Nevertheless, Addison +is buried among the men of rank; not on +the plea of his literary fame, however, but +because he was connected with nobility by +marriage, and had been a Secretary of +State. His gravestone is inscribed with a +resounding verse from Tickell's lines to +his memory, the only lines by which Tickell +himself is now remembered, and which +(as I discovered a little while ago) he +mainly filched from an obscure versifier of +somewhat earlier date.</p> + +<p>Returning to Poets' Corner, I looked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457">[457]</a></span> +again at the walls, and wondered how the +requisite hospitality can be shown to poets +of our own and the succeeding ages. There +is hardly a foot of space left, although +room has lately been found for a bust of +Southey and a full-length statue of Campbell. +At best, only a little portion of the +Abbey is dedicated to poets, literary men, +musical composers, and others of the gentle +artist breed, and even into that small +nook of sanctity men of other pursuits have +thought it decent to intrude themselves. +Methinks the tuneful throng, being at +home here, should recollect how they were +treated in their lifetime, and turn the cold +shoulder, looking askance at nobles and +official personages, however worthy of +honorable interment elsewhere. Yet it +shows aptly and truly enough what portion +of the world's regard and honor has heretofore +been awarded to literary eminence in +comparison with other modes of greatness,—this +dimly lighted corner (nor even that +quietly to themselves) in the vast minster +the walls of which are sheathed and hidden +under marble that has been wasted upon +the illustrious obscure. Nevertheless, it +may not be worth while to quarrel with the +world on this account; for, to confess the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458">[458]</a></span> +very truth, their own little nook contains +more than one poet whose memory is kept +alive by his monument, instead of imbuing +the senseless stone with a spiritual immortality,—men +of whom you do not ask, +"Where is he?" but, "Why is he here?" +I estimate that all the literary people who +really make an essential part of one's inner +life, including the period since English +literature first existed, might have ample +elbow-room to sit down and quaff their +draughts of Castaly round Chaucer's broad, +horizontal tombstone. These divinest poets +consecrate the spot, and throw a reflected +glory over the humblest of their companions. +And as for the latter, it is to be +hoped that they may have long outgrown +the characteristic jealousies and morbid +sensibilities of their craft, and have found +out the little value (probably not amounting +to sixpence in immortal currency) of +the posthumous renown which they once +aspired to win. It would be a poor compliment +to a dead poet to fancy him leaning +out of the sky and snuffing up the impure +breath of earthly praise.</p> + +<p>Yet we cannot easily rid ourselves of +the notion that those who have bequeathed +us the inheritance of an undying song<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_459" id="Page_459">[459]</a></span> +would fain be conscious of its endless +reverberations in the hearts of mankind, +and would delight, among sublimer enjoyments, +to see their names emblazoned in +such a treasure-place of great memories +as Westminster Abbey. There are some +men, at all events,—true and tender poets, +moreover, and fully deserving of the honor,—whose +spirits, I feel certain, would linger +a little while about Poets' Corner, for the +sake of witnessing their own apotheosis +among their kindred. They have had a +strong natural yearning, not so much for +applause as sympathy, which the cold fortune +of their lifetime did but scantily supply; +so that this unsatisfied appetite may +make itself felt upon sensibilities at once +so delicate and retentive, even a step or +two beyond the grave. Leigh Hunt, for +example, would be pleased, even now, if he +could learn that his bust had been reposited +in the midst of the old poets whom he admired +and loved; though there is hardly a +man among the authors of to-day and yesterday +whom the judgment of Englishmen +would be less likely to place there. He +deserves it, however, if not for his verse +(the value of which I do not estimate, +never having been able to read it), yet for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_460" id="Page_460">[460]</a></span> +his delightful prose, his unmeasured poetry, +the inscrutable happiness of his touch, +working soft miracles by a life-process like +the growth of grass and flowers. As with +all such gentle writers, his page sometimes +betrayed a vestige of affectation, but, the +next moment, a rich, natural luxuriance +overgrew and buried it out of sight. I +knew him a little, and (since, Heaven be +praised, few English celebrities whom I +chanced to meet have enfranchised my pen +by their decease, and as I assume no liberties +with living men) I will conclude this +rambling article by sketching my first interview +with Leigh Hunt.</p> + +<p>He was then at Hammersmith, occupying +a very plain and shabby little house, in +a contiguous range of others like it, with +no prospect but that of an ugly village +street, and certainly nothing to gratify his +craving for a tasteful environment, inside +or out. A slatternly maid-servant opened +the door for us, and he himself stood in +the entry, a beautiful and venerable old +man, buttoned to the chin in a black dress-coat, +tall and slender, with a countenance +quietly alive all over, and the gentlest and +most naturally courteous manner. He +ushered us into his little study, or parlor,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_461" id="Page_461">[461]</a></span> +or both,—a very forlorn room, with poor +paper-hangings and carpet, few books, no +pictures that I remember, and an awful +lack of upholstery. I touch distinctly upon +these external blemishes and this nudity of +adornment, not that they would be worth +mentioning in a sketch of other remarkable +persons, but because Leigh Hunt was born +with such a faculty of enjoying all beautiful +things that it seemed as if Fortune did +him as much wrong in not supplying them +as in withholding a sufficiency of vital +breath from ordinary men. All kinds of +mild magnificence, tempered by his taste, +would have become him well; but he had +not the grim dignity that assumes nakedness +as the better robe.</p> + +<p>I have said that he was a beautiful old +man. In truth, I never saw a finer countenance, +either as to the mould of features +or the expression, nor any that showed the +play of feeling so perfectly without the +slightest theatrical emphasis. It was like +a child's face in this respect. At my first +glimpse of him, when he met us in the +entry, I discerned that he was old, his long +hair being white and his wrinkles many; +it was an aged visage, in short, such as I +had not at all expected to see, in spite of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_462" id="Page_462">[462]</a></span> +dates, because his books talk to the reader +with the tender vivacity of youth. But +when he began to speak, and as he grew +more earnest in conversation, I ceased to +be sensible of his age; sometimes, indeed, +its dusky shadow darkened through the +gleam which his sprightly thoughts diffused +about his face, but then another +flash of youth came out of his eyes and +made an illumination again. I never witnessed +such a wonderfully illusive transformation, +before or since; and, to this +day, trusting only to my recollection, I +should find it difficult to decide which was +his genuine and stable predicament,—youth +or age. I have met no Englishman +whose manners seemed to me so agreeable, +soft, rather than polished, wholly unconventional, +the natural growth of a kindly +and sensitive disposition without any reference +to rule, or else obedient to some rule +so subtile that the nicest observer could +not detect the application of it.</p> + +<p>His eyes were dark and very fine, and +his delightful voice accompanied their visible +language like music. He appeared to +be exceedingly appreciative of whatever +was passing among those who surrounded +him, and especially of the vicissitudes in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_463" id="Page_463">[463]</a></span> +the consciousness of the person to whom +he happened to be addressing himself at +the moment. I felt that no effect upon +my mind of what he uttered, no emotion, +however transitory, in myself, escaped his +notice, though not from any positive vigilance +on his part, but because his faculty of +observation was so penetrative and delicate; +and to say the truth, it a little confused me +to discern always a ripple on his mobile +face, responsive to any slightest breeze that +passed over the inner reservoir of my sentiments, +and seemed thence to extend to a +similar reservoir within himself. On matters +of feeling, and within a certain depth, +you might spare yourself the trouble of +utterance, because he already knew what +you wanted to say, and perhaps a little +more than you would have spoken. His +figure was full of gentle movement, though, +somehow, without disturbing its quietude; +and as he talked, he kept folding his hands +nervously, and betokened in many ways a +fine and immediate sensibility, quick to feel +pleasure or pain, though scarcely capable, +I should imagine, of a passionate experience +in either direction. There was not +an English trait in him from head to foot, +morally, intellectually, or physically. Beef,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464">[464]</a></span> +ale, or stout, brandy or port-wine, entered +not at all into his composition. In his +earlier life, he appears to have given evidences +of courage and sturdy principle, and +of a tendency to fling himself into the +rough struggle of humanity on the liberal +side. It would be taking too much upon +myself to affirm that this was merely a +projection of his fancy world into the actual, +and that he never could have hit a +downright blow, and was altogether an unsuitable +person to receive one. I beheld +him not in his armor, but in his peacefulest +robes. Nevertheless, drawing my conclusion +merely from what I saw, it would have +occurred to me that his main deficiency +was a lack of grit. Though anything but +a timid man, the combative and defensive +elements were not prominently developed +in his character, and could have been made +available only when he put an unnatural +force upon his instincts. It was on this +account, and also because of the fineness +of his nature generally, that the English +appreciated him no better, and left this +sweet and delicate poet poor, and with +scanty laurels, in his declining age.</p> + +<p>It was not, I think, from his American +blood that Leigh Hunt derived either his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_465" id="Page_465">[465]</a></span> +amiability or his peaceful inclinations; at +least, I do not see how we can reasonably +claim the former quality as a national characteristic, +though the latter might have +been fairly inherited from his ancestors on +the mother's side, who were Pennsylvania +Quakers. But the kind of excellence that +distinguished him—his fineness, subtilty, +and grace—was that which the richest +cultivation has heretofore tended to develop +in the happier examples of American +genius, and which (though I say it a little +reluctantly) is perhaps what our future intellectual +advancement may make general +among us. His person, at all events, was +thoroughly American, and of the best type, +as were likewise his manners; for we are +the best as well as the worst mannered +people in the world.</p> + +<p>Leigh Hunt loved dearly to be praised. +That is to say, he desired sympathy as a +flower seeks sunshine, and perhaps profited +by it as much in the richer depth of coloring +that it imparted to his ideas. In response +to all that we ventured to express +about his writings (and, for my part, I went +quite to the extent of my conscience, which +was a long way, and there left the matter +to a lady and a young girl, who happily<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_466" id="Page_466">[466]</a></span> +were with me), his face shone, and he manifested +great delight, with a perfect, and +yet delicate, frankness, for which I loved +him. He could not tell us, he said, the +happiness that such appreciation gave him; +it always took him by surprise, he remarked, +for—perhaps because he cleaned +his own boots, and performed other little +ordinary offices for himself—he never had +been conscious of anything wonderful in +his own person. And then he smiled, +making himself and all the poor little parlor +about him beautiful thereby. It is usually +the hardest thing in the world to praise a +man to his face; but Leigh Hunt received +the incense with such gracious satisfaction +(feeling it to be sympathy, not vulgar +praise), that the only difficulty was to keep +the enthusiasm of the moment within the +limit of permanent opinion. A storm had +suddenly come up while we were talking; +the rain poured, the lightning flashed, and +the thunder broke; but I hope, and have +great pleasure in believing, that it was a +sunny hour for Leigh Hunt. Nevertheless, +it was not to my voice that he most favorably +inclined his ear, but to those of my +companions. Women are the fit ministers +at such a shrine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_467" id="Page_467">[467]</a></span></p> + +<p>He must have suffered keenly in his +lifetime, and enjoyed keenly, keeping his +emotions so much upon the surface as he +seemed to do, and convenient for everybody +to play upon. Being of a cheerful temperament, +happiness had probably the upper-hand. +His was a light, mildly joyous +nature, gentle, graceful, yet seldom attaining +to that deepest grace which results +from power; for beauty, like woman, its +human representative, dallies with the +gentle, but yields its consummate favor +only to the strong. I imagine that Leigh +Hunt may have been more beautiful when +I met him, both in person and character, +than in his earlier days. As a young man, +I could conceive of his being finical in +certain moods, but not now, when the +gravity of age shed a venerable grace about +him. I rejoiced to hear him say that he +was favored with most confident and cheering +anticipations in respect to a future life; +and there were abundant proofs, throughout +our interview, of an unrepining spirit, +resignation, quiet relinquishment of the +worldly benefits that were denied him, +thankful enjoyment of whatever he had to +enjoy, and piety, and hope shining onward +into the dusk,—all of which gave a reverential<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_468" id="Page_468">[468]</a></span> +cast to the feeling with which we +parted from him. I wish that he could +have had one full draught of prosperity +before he died. As a matter of artistic +propriety, it would have been delightful to +see him inhabiting a beautiful house of his +own, in an Italian climate, with all sorts of +elaborate upholstery and minute elegances +about him, and a succession of tender and +lovely women to praise his sweet poetry +from morning to night. I hardly know +whether it is my fault, or the effect of a +weakness in Leigh Hunt's character, that +I should be sensible of a regret of this +nature, when, at the same time, I sincerely +believe that he has found an infinity of +better things in the world whither he has +gone.</p> + +<p>At our leave-taking he grasped me +warmly by both hands, and seemed as much +interested in our whole party as if he had +known us for years. All this was genuine +feeling, a quick, luxuriant growth out of +his heart, which was a soil for flower-seeds +of rich and rare varieties, not acorns, but +a true heart, nevertheless. Several years +afterwards I met him for the last time at a +London dinner-party, looking sadly broken +down by infirmities; and my final recollection<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_469" id="Page_469">[469]</a></span> +of the beautiful old man presents him +arm in arm with, nay, if I mistake not, +partly embraced and supported by, another +beloved and honored poet, whose minstrel-name, +since he has a week-day one for his +personal occasions, I will venture to speak. +It was Barry Cornwall, whose kind introduction +had first made me known to Leigh +Hunt.<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> Barry Cornwall, Mr. Procter, called on me a week +or more ago, but I happened not to be in the office. +Saturday last he called again, and as I had crossed to +Rock Park he followed me thither. A plain, middle-sized, +English-looking gentleman, elderly, with short +white hair, and particularly quiet in his manners. He +talks in a somewhat low tone without emphasis, scarcely +distinct.... His head has a good outline, and would +look well in marble. I liked him very well. He talked +unaffectedly, showing an author's regard to his reputation, +and was evidently pleased to hear of his American +celebrity. He said that in his younger days he was a scientific +pugilist, and once took a journey to have a sparring +encounter with the Game-Chicken. Certainly no +one would have looked for a pugilist in this subdued +old gentleman. He is now Commissioner of Lunacy, +and makes periodical circuits through the country, attending +to the business of his office. He is slightly deaf, +and this may be the cause of his unaccented utterance,—owing +to his not being able to regulate his voice exactly +by his own ear.... He is a good man, and much +better expressed by his real name, Procter, than by his +poetical one, Barry Cornwall.... He took my hand in +both of his at parting....—I. 498.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_470" id="Page_470">[470]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="XI" id="XI"></a>XI.</h2> + +<p class="h3">OUTSIDE GLIMPSES OF ENGLISH POVERTY</p> + +<p>Becoming an inhabitant of a great English +town, I often turned aside from the +prosperous thoroughfares (where the edifices, +the shops, and the bustling crowd +differed not so much from scenes with +which I was familiar in my own country), +and went designedly astray among precincts +that reminded me of some of Dickens's +grimiest pages. There I caught +glimpses of a people and a mode of life +that were comparatively new to my observation, +a sort of sombre phantasmagoric +spectacle, exceedingly undelightful to behold, +yet involving a singular interest and +even fascination in its ugliness.</p> + +<p>Dirt, one would fancy, is plenty enough +all over the world, being the symbolic accompaniment +of the foul incrustation which +began to settle over and bedim all earthly +things as soon as Eve had bitten the apple; +ever since which hapless epoch, her daughters<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_471" id="Page_471">[471]</a></span> +have chiefly been engaged in a desperate +and unavailing struggle to get rid of +it. But the dirt of a poverty-stricken English +street is a monstrosity unknown on +our side of the Atlantic. It reigns supreme +within its own limits, and is inconceivable +everywhere beyond them. We enjoy the +great advantage, that the brightness and +dryness of our atmosphere keep everything +clean that the sun shines upon, converting +the larger portion of our impurities +into transitory dust which the next wind +can sweep away, in contrast with the damp, +adhesive grime that incorporates itself with +all surfaces (unless continually and painfully +cleansed) in the chill moisture of the +English air. Then the all-pervading smoke +of the city, abundantly intermingled with +the sable snow-flakes of bituminous coal, +hovering overhead, descending, and alighting +on pavements and rich architectural +fronts, on the snowy muslin of the ladies, +and the gentlemen's starched collars and +shirt-bosoms, invests even the better streets +in a half-mourning garb. It is beyond the +resources of Wealth to keep the smut away +from its premises or its own fingers' ends; +and as for Poverty, it surrenders itself to +the dark influence without a struggle.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_472" id="Page_472">[472]</a></span> +Along with disastrous circumstances, pinching +need, adversity so lengthened out as +to constitute the rule of life, there comes +a certain chill depression of the spirits +which seems especially to shudder at cold +water. In view of so wretched a state of +things, we accept the ancient Deluge not +merely as an insulated phenomenon, but +as a periodical necessity, and acknowledge +that nothing less than such a general washing-day +could suffice to cleanse the slovenly +old world of its moral and material dirt.</p> + +<p>Gin-shops, or what the English call +spirit-vaults, are numerous in the vicinity +of these poor streets, and are set off with +the magnificence of gilded door-posts, tarnished +by contact with the unclean customers +who haunt there. Ragged children +come thither with old shaving-mugs, +or broken-nosed teapots, or any such make-shift +receptacle, to get a little poison or +madness for their parents, who deserve no +better requital at their hands for having +engendered them. Inconceivably sluttish +women enter at noonday and stand at the +counter among boon-companions of both +sexes, stirring up misery and jollity in a +bumper together, and quaffing off the mixture +with a relish. As for the men, they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_473" id="Page_473">[473]</a></span> +lounge there continually, drinking till they +are drunken,—drinking as long as they +have a halfpenny left,—and then, as it +seemed to me, waiting for a sixpenny miracle +to be wrought in their pockets so as +to enable them to be drunken again. Most +of these establishments have a significant +advertisement of "Beds," doubtless for +the accommodation of their customers in +the interval between one intoxication and +the next. I never could find it in my +heart, however, utterly to condemn these +sad revelers, and should certainly wait till +I had some better consolation to offer +before depriving them of their dram of +gin, though death itself were in the glass; +for methought their poor souls needed +such fiery stimulant to lift them a little +way out of the smothering squalor of both +their outward and interior life, giving them +glimpses and suggestions, even if bewildering +ones, of a spiritual existence that +limited their present misery. The temperance-reformers +unquestionably derive their +commission from the Divine Beneficence, +but have never been taken fully into its +counsels. All may not be lost, though +those good men fail.</p> + +<p>Pawnbrokers' establishments—distinguished<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_474" id="Page_474">[474]</a></span> +by the mystic symbol of the three +golden balls,—were conveniently accessible; +though what personal property these +wretched people could possess, capable of +being estimated in silver or copper, so as +to afford a basis for a loan, was a problem +that still perplexes me. Old clothesmen, +likewise, dwelt hard by, and hung out ancient +garments to dangle in the wind. +There were butchers' shops, too, of a class +adapted to the neighborhood, presenting +no such generously fattened carcasses as +Englishmen love to gaze at in the market, +no stupendous halves of mighty beeves, no +dead hogs, or muttons ornamented with +carved bas-reliefs of fat on their ribs and +shoulders, in a peculiarly British style of +art,—not these, but bits and gobbets of +lean meat, selvages snipt off from steaks, +tough and stringy morsels, bare bones +smitten away from joints by the cleaver; +tripe, liver, bullocks' feet, or whatever else +was cheapest and divisible into the smallest +lots. I am afraid that even such delicacies +came to many of their tables hardly +oftener than Christmas. In the windows +of other little shops you saw half a dozen +wizened herrings; some eggs in a basket, +looking so dingily antique that your imagination<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_475" id="Page_475">[475]</a></span> +smelt them; fly-speckled biscuits, +segments of a hungry cheese, pipes and +papers of tobacco. Now and then a sturdy +milk-woman passed by with a wooden yoke +over her shoulders, supporting a pail on +either side, filled with a whitish fluid, the +composition of which was water and chalk +and the milk of a sickly cow, who gave +the best she had, poor thing! but could +scarcely make it rich or wholesome, spending +her life in some close city-nook and +pasturing on strange food. I have seen, +once or twice, a donkey coming into one +of these streets with panniers full of vegetables, +and departing with a return cargo of +what looked like rubbish and street-sweepings. +No other commerce seemed to exist, +except, possibly, a girl might offer you a +pair of stockings or a worked collar, or a +man whisper something mysterious about +wonderfully cheap cigars. And yet I remember +seeing female hucksters in those +regions, with their wares on the edge of +the sidewalk and their own seats right in +the carriage-way, pretending to sell half-decayed +oranges and apples, toffy, Ormskirk +cakes, combs, and cheap jewelry, the +coarsest kind of crockery, and little plates +of oysters,—knitting patiently all day long,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_476" id="Page_476">[476]</a></span> +and removing their undiminished stock in +trade at nightfall. All indispensable importations +from other quarters of the town +were on a remarkably diminutive scale: for +example, the wealthier inhabitants purchased +their coal by the wheelbarrow-load, +and the poorer ones by the peck-measure. +It was a curious and melancholy spectacle, +when an overladen coal-cart happened to +pass through the street and drop a handful +or two of its burden in the mud, to see half +a dozen women and children scrambling +for the treasure-trove, like a flock of hens +and chickens gobbling up some spilt corn. +In this connection I may as well mention +a commodity of boiled snails (for such they +appeared to me, though probably a marine +production) which used to be peddled from +door to door, piping hot, as an article of +cheap nutriment.</p> + +<p>The population of these dismal abodes +appeared to consider the sidewalks and +middle of the street as their common hall. +In a drama of low life, the unity of place +might be arranged rigidly according to the +classic rule, and the street be the one +locality in which every scene and incident +should occur. Courtship, quarrels, plot +and counterplot, conspiracies for robbery<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_477" id="Page_477">[477]</a></span> +and murder, family difficulties or agreements,—all +such matters, I doubt not, are +constantly discussed or transacted in this +sky-roofed saloon, so regally hung with its +sombre canopy of coal-smoke. Whatever +the disadvantages of the English climate, +the only comfortable or wholesome part of +life, for the city poor, must be spent in the +open air. The stifled and squalid rooms +where they lie down at night, whole families +and neighborhoods together, or sulkily +elbow one another in the daytime, when a +settled rain drives them within doors, are +worse horrors than it is worth while (without +a practical object in view) to admit into +one's imagination. No wonder that they +creep forth from the foul mystery of their +interiors, stumble down from their garrets, +or scramble up out of their cellars, on the +upper step of which you may see the grimy +housewife, before the shower is ended, +letting the raindrops gutter down her visage; +while her children (an impish progeny +of cavernous recesses below the common +sphere of humanity) swarm into the daylight +and attain all that they know of personal +purification in the nearest mud-puddle. +It might almost make a man +doubt the existence of his own soul, to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_478" id="Page_478">[478]</a></span> +observe how Nature has flung these little +wretches into the street and left them +there, so evidently regarding them as +nothing worth, and how all mankind acquiesce +in the great mother's estimate of her +offspring. For, if they are to have no +immortality, what superior claim can I +assert for mine? And how difficult to believe +that anything so precious as a germ +of immortal growth can have been buried +under this dirt-heap, plunged into this +cesspool of misery and vice! As often as +I beheld the scene, it affected me with +surprise and loathsome interest, much resembling, +though in a far intenser degree, +the feeling with which, when a boy, I used +to turn over a plank or an old log that had +long lain on the damp ground, and found a +vivacious multitude of unclean and devilish-looking +insects scampering to and fro beneath +it. Without an infinite faith, there +seemed as much prospect of a blessed +futurity for those hideous bugs and many-footed +worms as for these brethren of our +humanity and co-heirs of all our heavenly +inheritance. Ah, what a mystery! Slowly, +slowly, as after groping at the bottom of a +deep, noisome, stagnant pool, my hope +struggles upward to the surface, bearing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_479" id="Page_479">[479]</a></span> +the half-drowned body of a child along +with it, and heaving it aloft for its life, and +my own life, and all our lives. Unless +these slime-clogged nostrils can be made +capable of inhaling celestial air, I know +not how the purest and most intellectual +of us can reasonably expect ever to taste a +breath of it. The whole question of eternity +is staked there. If a single one of +those helpless little ones be lost, the world +is lost!</p> + +<p>The women and children greatly preponderate +in such places; the men probably +wandering abroad in quest of that daily +miracle, a dinner and a drink, or perhaps +slumbering in the daylight that they may +the better follow out their cat-like rambles +through the dark. Here are women +with young figures, but old, wrinkled, yellow +faces, tanned and blear-eyed with the +smoke which they cannot spare from their +scanty fires,—it being too precious for its +warmth to be swallowed by the chimney. +Some of them sit on the doorsteps, nursing +their unwashed babies at bosoms which we +will glance aside from, for the sake of our +mothers and all womanhood, because the +fairest spectacle is here the foulest. Yet +motherhood, in these dark abodes, is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_480" id="Page_480">[480]</a></span> +strangely identical with what we have +all known it to be in the happiest homes. +Nothing, as I remember, smote me with +more grief and pity (all the more poignant +because perplexingly entangled with an +inclination to smile) than to hear a gaunt +and ragged mother priding herself on the +pretty ways of her ragged and skinny infant, +just as a young matron might, when +she invites her lady friends to admire her +plump, white-robed darling in the nursery. +Indeed, no womanly characteristic seemed +to have altogether perished out of these +poor souls. It was the very same creature +whose tender torments make the rapture +of our young days, whom we love, cherish, +and protect, and rely upon in life and +death, and whom we delight to see beautify +her beauty with rich robes and set it off +with jewels, though now fantastically masquerading +in a garb of tatters, wholly unfit +for her to handle. I recognized her, over +and over again, in the groups round a doorstep +or in the descent of a cellar, chatting +with prodigious earnestness about intangible +trifles, laughing for a little jest, sympathizing +at almost the same instant with +one neighbor's sunshine and another's +shadow; wise, simple, sly, and patient, yet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_481" id="Page_481">[481]</a></span> +easily perturbed, and breaking into small +feminine ebullitions of spite, wrath, and +jealousy, tornadoes of a moment, such as +vary the social atmosphere of her silken-skirted +sisters, though smothered into propriety +by dint of a well-bred habit. Not +that there was an absolute deficiency of +good-breeding, even here. It often surprised +me to witness a courtesy and deference +among these ragged folks, which, +having seen it, I did not thoroughly believe +in, wondering whence it should have come. +I am persuaded, however, that there were +laws of intercourse which they never violated,—a +code of the cellar, the garret, the +common staircase, the doorstep, and the +pavement, which, perhaps, had as deep a +foundation in natural fitness as the code of +the drawing-room.</p> + +<p>Yet again I doubt whether I may not +have been uttering folly in the last two +sentences, when I reflect how rude and +rough these specimens of feminine character +generally were. They had a readiness +with their hands that reminded me of +Molly Seagrim and other heroines in Fielding's +novels. For example, I have seen +a woman meet a man in the street, and, +for no reason perceptible to me, suddenly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_482" id="Page_482">[482]</a></span> +clutch him by the hair and cuff his ears,—an +infliction which he bore with exemplary +patience, only snatching the very earliest +opportunity to take to his heels. Where a +sharp tongue will not serve the purpose, +they trust to the sharpness of their finger-nails, +or incarnate a whole vocabulary of +vituperative words in a resounding slap, or +the downright blow of a doubled fist. All +English people, I imagine, are influenced +in a far greater degree than ourselves by +this simple and honest tendency, in cases +of disagreement, to batter one another's +persons; and whoever has seen a crowd of +English ladies (for instance, at the door of +the Sistine Chapel, in Holy Week) will be +satisfied that their belligerent propensities +are kept in abeyance only by a merciless +rigor on the part of society. It requires a +vast deal of refinement to spiritualize their +large physical endowments. Such being +the case with the delicate ornaments of +the drawing-room, it is less to be wondered +at that women who live mostly in the open +air, amid the coarsest kind of companionship +and occupation, should carry on the +intercourse of life with a freedom unknown +to any class of American females, though +still, I am resolved to think, compatible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_483" id="Page_483">[483]</a></span> +with a generous breadth of natural propriety. +It shocked me, at first, to see them +(of all ages, even elderly, as well as infants +that could just toddle across the street +alone) going about in the mud and mire, or +through the dusky snow and slosh of a +severe week in winter, with petticoats high +uplifted above bare, red feet and legs; but +I was comforted by observing that both +shoes and stockings generally reappeared +with better weather, having been thriftily +kept out of the damp for the convenience +of dry feet within doors. Their hardihood +was wonderful, and their strength greater +than could have been expected from such +spare diet as they probably lived upon. I +have seen them carrying on their heads +great burdens under which they walked as +freely as if they were fashionable bonnets; +or sometimes the burden was huge enough +almost to cover the whole person, looked +at from behind,—as in Tuscan villages you +may see the girls coming in from the country +with great bundles of green twigs upon +their backs, so that they resemble locomotive +masses of verdure and fragrance. But +these poor English women seemed to be +laden with rubbish, incongruous and indescribable, +such as bones and rags, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_484" id="Page_484">[484]</a></span> +sweepings of the house and of the street, +a merchandise gathered up from what poverty +itself had thrown away, a heap of +filthy stuff analogous to Christian's bundle +of sin.</p> + +<p>Sometimes, though very seldom, I detected +a certain gracefulness among the +younger women that was altogether new +to my observation. It was a charm proper +to the lowest class. One girl I particularly +remember, in a garb none of the cleanest +and nowise smart, and herself exceedingly +coarse in all respects, but yet endowed +with a sort of witchery, a native charm, a +robe of simple beauty and suitable behavior +that she was born in and had never been +tempted to throw off, because she had +really nothing else to put on. Eve herself +could not have been more natural. Nothing +was affected, nothing imitated; no +proper grace was vulgarized by an effort +to assume the manners or adornments of +another sphere. This kind of beauty, arrayed +in a fitness of its own, is probably +vanishing out of the world, and will certainly +never be found in America, where all +the girls, whether daughters of the upper-tendom, +the mediocrity, the cottage, or the +kennel, aim at one standard of dress and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_485" id="Page_485">[485]</a></span> +deportment, seldom accomplishing a perfectly +triumphant hit or an utterly absurd +failure. Those words, "genteel" and "ladylike," +are terrible ones, and do us infinite +mischief, but it is because (at least, I hope +so) we are in a transition state, and shall +emerge into a higher mode of simplicity +than has ever been known to past ages.</p> + +<p>In such disastrous circumstances as I +have been attempting to describe, it was +beautiful to observe what a mysterious efficacy +still asserted itself in character. A +woman, evidently poor as the poorest of +her neighbors, would be knitting or sewing +on the doorstep, just as fifty other women +were; but round about her skirts (though +wofully patched) you would be sensible of +a certain sphere of decency, which, it +seemed to me, could not have been kept +more impregnable in the cosiest little sitting-room, +where the teakettle on the hob +was humming its good old song of domestic +peace. Maidenhood had a similar power. +The evil habit that grows upon us in this +harsh world makes me faithless to my own +better perceptions; and yet I have seen +girls in these wretched streets, on whose +virgin purity, judging merely from their +impression on my instincts as they passed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_486" id="Page_486">[486]</a></span> +by, I should have deemed it safe, at the +moment, to stake my life. The next moment, +however, as the surrounding flood of +moral uncleanness surged over their footsteps, +I would not have staked a spike of +thistle-down on the same wager. Yet the +miracle was within the scope of Providence, +which is equally wise and equally beneficent +(even to those poor girls, though I +acknowledge the fact without the remotest +comprehension of the mode of it), whether +they were pure or what we fellow-sinners +call vile. Unless your faith be deep-rooted +and of most vigorous growth, it is the +safer way not to turn aside into this region +so suggestive of miserable doubt. It was +a place "with dreadful faces thronged," +wrinkled and grim with vice and wretchedness; +and, thinking over the line of Milton +here quoted, I come to the conclusion +that those ugly lineaments which startled +Adam and Eve, as they looked backward to +the closed gate of Paradise, were no fiends +from the pit, but the more terrible fore-shadowings +of what so many of their descendants +were to be. God help them, and +us likewise, their brethren and sisters! +Let me add, that, forlorn, ragged, careworn, +hopeless, dirty, haggard, hungry, as they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_487" id="Page_487">[487]</a></span> +were, the most pitiful thing of all was to +see the sort of patience with which they +accepted their lot, as if they had been born +into the world for that and nothing else. +Even the little children had this characteristic +in as perfect development as their +grandmothers.</p> + +<p>The children, in truth, were the ill-omened +blossoms from which another harvest +of precisely such dark fruitage as I +saw ripened around me was to be produced. +Of course you would imagine these to be +lumps of crude iniquity, tiny vessels as full +as they could hold of naughtiness; nor can +I say a great deal to the contrary. Small +proof of parental discipline could I discern, +save when a mother (drunken, I sincerely +hope) snatched her own imp out of a group +of pale, half-naked, humor-eaten abortions +that were playing and squabbling together +in the mud, turned up its tatters, brought +down her heavy hand on its poor little +tenderest part, and let it go again with a +shake. If the child knew what the punishment +was for, it was wiser than I pretend +to be. It yelled and went back to its playmates +in the mud. Yet let me bear testimony +to what was beautiful, and more +touching than anything that I ever witnessed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_488" id="Page_488">[488]</a></span> +before in the intercourse of happier +children. I allude to the superintendence +which some of these small people (too small, +one would think, to be sent into the street +alone, had there been any other nursery +for them) exercised over still smaller ones. +Whence they derived such a sense of duty, +unless immediately from God, I cannot +tell; but it was wonderful to observe the +expression of responsibility in their deportment, +the anxious fidelity with which they +discharged their unfit office, the tender patience +with which they linked their less +pliable impulses to the wayward footsteps +of an infant, and let it guide them whithersoever +it liked. In the hollow-cheeked, +large-eyed girl of ten, whom I saw giving +a cheerless oversight to her baby-brother, +I did not so much marvel at it. She had +merely come a little earlier than usual to +the perception of what was to be her business +in life. But I admired the sickly-looking +little boy, who did violence to his +boyish nature by making himself the servant +of his little sister,—she too small to +walk, and he too small to take her in his +arms,—and therefore working a kind of +miracle to transport her from one dirt-heap +to another. Beholding such works of love<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_489" id="Page_489">[489]</a></span> +and duty, I took heart again, and deemed +it not so impossible, after all, for these +neglected children to find a path through +the squalor and evil of their circumstances +up to the gate of heaven. Perhaps there +was this latent good in all of them, though +generally they looked brutish, and dull even +in their sports; there was little mirth +among them, nor even a fully awakened +spirit of blackguardism. Yet sometimes, +again, I saw, with surprise and a sense as +if I had been asleep and dreaming, the +bright, intelligent, merry face of a child +whose dark eyes gleamed with vivacious +expression through the dirt that incrusted +its skin, like sunshine struggling through +a very dusty window-pane.</p> + +<p>In these streets the belted and blue-coated +policeman appears seldom in comparison +with the frequency of his occurrence +in more reputable thoroughfares. I +used to think that the inhabitants would +have ample time to murder one another, or +any stranger, like myself, who might violate +the filthy sanctities of the place, before +the law could bring up its lumbering +assistance. Nevertheless, there is a supervision; +nor does the watchfulness of authority +permit the populace to be tempted to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_490" id="Page_490">[490]</a></span> +any outbreak. Once, in a time of dearth, +I noticed a ballad-singer going through the +street hoarsely chanting some discordant +strain in a provincial dialect, of which I +could only make out that it addressed the +sensibilities of the auditors on the score +of starvation; but by his side stalked the +policeman, offering no interference, but +watchful to hear what this rough minstrel +said or sang, and silence him, if his effusion +threatened to prove too soul-stirring. In +my judgment, however, there is little or no +danger of that kind: they starve patiently, +sicken patiently, die patiently, not through +resignation, but a diseased flaccidity of +hope. If ever they should do mischief to +those above them, it will probably be by +the communication of some destructive +pestilence; for, so the medical men affirm, +they suffer all the ordinary diseases with +a degree of virulence elsewhere unknown, +and keep among themselves traditionary +plagues that have long ceased to afflict +more fortunate societies. Charity herself +gathers her robe about her to avoid their +contact. It would be a dire revenge, indeed, +if they were to prove their claims to +be reckoned of one blood and nature with +the noblest and wealthiest, by compelling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_491" id="Page_491">[491]</a></span> +them to inhale death through the diffusion +of their own poverty-poisoned atmosphere.</p> + +<p>A true Englishman is a kind man at +heart, but has an unconquerable dislike to +poverty and beggary. Beggars have heretofore +been so strange to an American that +he is apt to become their prey, being recognized +through his national peculiarities, +and beset by them in the streets. The +English smile at him, and say that there +are ample public arrangements for every +pauper's possible need, that street charity +promotes idleness and vice, and that yonder +personification of misery on the pavement +will lay up a good day's profit, besides +supping more luxuriously than the +dupe who gives him a shilling. By and by +the stranger adopts their theory and begins +to practice upon it, much to his own +temporary freedom from annoyance, but +not entirely without moral detriment or +sometimes a too late contrition. Years +afterwards, it may be, his memory is still +haunted by some vindictive wretch whose +cheeks were pale and hunger-pinched, +whose rags fluttered in the east-wind, +whose right arm was paralyzed and his left +leg shriveled into a mere nerveless stick, +but whom he passed by remorselessly because<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_492" id="Page_492">[492]</a></span> +an Englishman chose to say that the +fellow's misery looked too perfect, was too +artistically got up, to be genuine. Even +allowing this to be true (as, a hundred +chances to one, it was), it would still have +been a clear case of economy to buy him +off with a little loose silver, so that his +lamentable figure should not limp at the +heels of your conscience all over the world.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> +To own the truth, I provided myself with +several such imaginary persecutors in England, +and recruited their number with at +least one sickly-looking wretch whose acquaintance +I first made at Assisi, in Italy, +and, taking a dislike to something sinister +in his aspect, permitted him to beg early +and late, and all day long, without getting +a single baiocco. At my latest glimpse of +him, the villain avenged himself, not by a +volley of horrible curses as any other Italian +beggar would, but by taking an expression +so grief-stricken, want-wrung, hopeless, +and withal resigned, that I could paint +his lifelike portrait at this moment. Were +I to go over the same ground again, I would +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_493" id="Page_493">[493]</a></span>listen to no man's theories, but buy the little +luxury of beneficence at a cheap rate, +instead of doing myself a moral mischief +by exuding a stony incrustation over whatever +natural sensibility I might possess.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> The natural man cries out against the philosophy +that rejects beggars. It is a thousand to one that they +are impostors, but yet we do ourselves a wrong by hardening +our hearts against them.—II. 152.</p></div> + +<p>On the other hand, there were some +mendicants whose utmost efforts I even +now felicitate myself on having withstood. +Such was a phenomenon abridged of his +lower half, who beset me for two or three +years together, and, in spite of his deficiency +of locomotive members, had some +supernatural method of transporting himself +(simultaneously, I believe) to all quarters +of the city. He wore a sailor's jacket +(possibly, because skirts would have been +a superfluity to his figure), and had a remarkably +broad-shouldered and muscular +frame, surmounted by a large, fresh-colored +face, which was full of power and intelligence. +His dress and linen were the perfection +of neatness. Once a day, at least, +wherever I went, I suddenly became aware +of this trunk of a man on the path before +me, resting on his base, and looking as if +he had just sprouted out of the pavement, +and would sink into it again and reappear +at some other spot the instant you left him +behind. The expression of his eye was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_494" id="Page_494">[494]</a></span> +perfectly respectful, but terribly fixed, +holding your own as by fascination, never +once winking, never wavering from its +point-blank gaze right into your face, till +you were completely beyond the range of +his battery of one immense rifled cannon. +This was his mode of soliciting alms; and +he reminded me of the old beggar who appealed +so touchingly to the charitable sympathies +of Gil Blas, taking aim at him +from the roadside with a long-barreled +musket. The intentness and directness of +his silent appeal, his close and unrelenting +attack upon your individuality, respectful +as it seemed, was the very flower of insolence; +or, if you give it a possibly truer +interpretation, it was the tyrannical effort +of a man endowed with great natural force +of character to constrain your reluctant +will to his purpose. Apparently, he had +staked his salvation upon the ultimate success +of a daily struggle between himself +and me, the triumph of which would compel +me to become a tributary to the hat +that lay on the pavement beside him. Man +or fiend, however, there was a stubbornness +in his intended victim which this massive +fragment of a mighty personality had not +altogether reckoned upon, and by its aid I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_495" id="Page_495">[495]</a></span> +was enabled to pass him at my customary +pace hundreds of times over, quietly meeting +his terribly respectful eye, and allowing +him the fair chance which I felt to be his +due, to subjugate me, if he really had the +strength for it. He never succeeded, but, +on the other hand, never gave up the contest; +and should I ever walk those streets +again, I am certain that the truncated tyrant +will sprout up through the pavement +and look me fixedly in the eye, and perhaps +get the victory.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Among the beggars of Liverpool, the hardest to encounter +is a man without any legs, and if I mistake not, +likewise deficient in arms. You see him before you all +at once, as if he had sprouted half-way out of the earth, +and would sink down and reappear in some other place +the moment he has done with you. His countenance is +large, fresh, and very intelligent; but his great power +lies in his fixed gaze, which is inconceivably difficult to +bear. He never once removes his eye from you till you +are quite past his range; and you feel it all the same, +although you do not meet his glance. He is perfectly +respectful; but the intentness and directness of his silent +appeal is far worse than any impudence. In fact, it is +the very flower of impudence. I would rather go a mile +about than pass before his battery. I feel wronged by +him, and yet unutterably ashamed. There must be great +force in the man to produce such an effect. There is +nothing of the customary squalidness of beggary about +him, but remarkable trimness and cleanliness.—I. 475.</p></div> + +<p>I should think all the more highly of +myself, if I had shown equal heroism in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_496" id="Page_496">[496]</a></span>resisting another class of beggarly depredators, +who assailed me on my weaker side +and won an easy spoil. Such was the +sanctimonious clergyman, with his white +cravat, who visited me with a subscription-paper, +which he himself had drawn up, in a +case of heart-rending distress;—the respectable +and ruined tradesman, going from +door to door, shy and silent in his own person, +but accompanied by a sympathizing +friend, who bore testimony to his integrity, +and stated the unavoidable misfortunes that +had crushed him down;<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a>—or the delicate +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_497" id="Page_497">[497]</a></span>and prettily dressed lady, who had been +bred in affluence, but was suddenly thrown +upon the perilous charities of the world +by the death of an indulgent, but secretly +insolvent father, or the commercial catastrophe +and simultaneous suicide of the best +of husbands;—or the gifted, but unsuccessful +author, appealing to my fraternal +sympathies, generously rejoicing in some +small prosperities which he was kind +enough to term my own triumphs in the +field of letters, and claiming to have largely +contributed to them by his unbought notices +in the public journals. England is +full of such people, and a hundred other +varieties of peripatetic tricksters, higher +than these, and lower, who act their parts +tolerably well, but seldom with an absolutely +illusive effect. I knew at once, raw +Yankee as I was, that they were humbugs, +almost without an exception,—rats that +nibble at the honest bread and cheese of +the community, and grow fat by their petty +pilferings,—yet often gave them what +they asked, and privately owned myself a +simpleton. There is a decorum which re<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_498" id="Page_498">[498]</a></span>strains +you (unless you happen to be a +police-constable) from breaking through a +crust of plausible respectability, even when +you are certain that there is a knave beneath +it.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> It appears to be customary for people of decent +station, but in distressed circumstances, to go round +among their neighbors and the public, accompanied by a +friend, who explains the case. I have been accosted in +the street in regard to one of these matters; and to-day +there came to my office a grocer, who had become security +for a friend, and who was threatened with an execution,—with +another grocer for supporter and advocate. +The beneficiary takes very little active part in the affair, +merely looking careworn, distressed, and pitiable, and +throwing in a word of corroboration, or a sigh, or an acknowledgment, +as the case may demand.... The whole +matter is very foreign to American habits. No respectable +American would think of retrieving his affairs by +such means, but would prefer ruin ten times over; no +friend would take up his cause; no public would think +it worth while to prevent the small catastrophe. And +yet the custom is not without its good side, as indicating +a closer feeling of brotherhood, a more efficient sense of +neighborhood, than exists among ourselves, although, +perhaps, we are more careless of a fellow-creature's ruin, +because ruin with us is by no means the fatal and irretrievable +event that it is in England.—I. 543.</p></div> + +<p>After making myself as familiar as I +decently could with the poor streets, I became +curious to see what kind of a home +was provided for the inhabitants at the +public expense, fearing that it must needs +be a most comfortless one, or else their +choice (if choice it were) of so miserable a +life outside was truly difficult to account +for. Accordingly, I visited a great almshouse, +and was glad to observe how unexceptionably +all the parts of the establishment +were carried on, and what an orderly +life, full-fed, sufficiently reposeful, and undisturbed +by the arbitrary exercise of authority, +seemed to be led there. Possibly, +indeed, it was that very orderliness, and +the cruel necessity of being neat and clean, +and even the comfort resulting from these +and other Christian-like restraints and regulations, +that constituted the principal +grievance on the part of the poor, shiftless +inmates, accustomed to a lifelong luxury +of dirt and harum-scarumness. The wild +life of the streets has perhaps as unforgetable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_499" id="Page_499">[499]</a></span> +a charm, to those who have once +thoroughly imbibed it, as the life of the +forest or the prairie. But I conceive rather +that there must be insuperable difficulties, +for the majority of the poor, in the way of +getting admittance to the almshouse, than +that a merely æsthetic preference for the +street would incline the pauper class to fare +scantily and precariously, and expose their +raggedness to the rain and snow, when +such a hospitable door stood wide open for +their entrance. It might be that the roughest +and darkest side of the matter was not +shown me, there being persons of eminent +station and of both sexes in the party +which I accompanied; and, of course, a +properly trained public functionary would +have deemed it a monstrous rudeness, as +well as a great shame, to exhibit anything +to people of rank that might too painfully +shock their sensibilities.</p> + +<p>The women's ward was the portion of +the establishment which we especially examined. +It could not be questioned that +they were treated with kindness as well as +care. No doubt, as has been already suggested, +some of them felt the irksomeness +of submission to general rules of orderly +behavior, after being accustomed to that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_500" id="Page_500">[500]</a></span> +perfect freedom from the minor proprieties, +at least, which is one of the compensations +of absolutely hopeless poverty, or of any +circumstances that set us fairly below the +decencies of life. I asked the governor of +the house whether he met with any difficulty +in keeping peace and order among +his inmates; and he informed me that his +troubles among the women were incomparably +greater than with the men. They +were freakish, and apt to be quarrelsome, +inclined to plague and pester one another +in ways that it was impossible to lay hold +of, and to thwart his own authority by the +like intangible methods. He said this with +the utmost good-nature, and quite won my +regard by so placidly resigning himself to +the inevitable necessity of letting the women +throw dust into his eyes. They certainly +looked peaceable and sisterly enough +as I saw them, though still it might be +faintly perceptible that some of them were +consciously playing their parts before the +governor and his distinguished visitors.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus254.jpg" width="600" height="343" alt="An English Almshouse." title=""> +</div> + +<p class="caption">An English Almshouse.</p> + +<p>This governor seemed to me a man thoroughly +fit for his position. An American, +in an office of similar responsibility, would +doubtless be a much superior person, better +educated, possessing a far wider range of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_501" id="Page_501">[501]</a></span>thought, more naturally acute, with a +quicker tact of external observation and +a readier faculty of dealing with difficult +cases. The women would not succeed in +throwing half so much dust into his eyes. +Moreover, his black coat, and thin, sallow +visage, would make him look like a scholar, +and his manners would indefinitely approximate +to those of a gentleman. But I +cannot help questioning whether, on the +whole, these higher endowments would +produce decidedly better results. The +Englishman was thoroughly plebeian both +in aspect and behavior, a bluff, ruddy-faced, +hearty, kindly, yeoman-like personage, with +no refinement whatever, nor any superfluous +sensibility, but gifted with a native +wholesomeness of character which must +have been a very beneficial element in the +atmosphere of the almshouse. He spoke +to his pauper family in loud, good-humored, +cheerful tones, and treated them with a +healthy freedom that probably caused the +forlorn wretches to feel as if they were +free and healthy likewise. If he had understood +them a little better, he would not +have treated them half so wisely. We are +apt to make sickly people more morbid, +and unfortunate people more miserable, by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_502" id="Page_502">[502]</a></span> +endeavoring to adapt our deportment to +their especial and individual needs. They +eagerly accept our well-meant efforts; but +it is like returning their own sick breath +back upon themselves, to be breathed over +and over again, intensifying the inward +mischief at every reception. The sympathy +that would really do them good is of +a kind that recognizes their sound and +healthy parts, and ignores the part affected +by disease, which will thrive under the eye +of a too close observer like a poisonous +weed in the sunshine. My good friend the +governor had no tendencies in the latter +direction, and abundance of them in the +former, and was consequently as wholesome +and invigorating as the west-wind with a +little spice of the north in it, brightening +the dreary visages that encountered us as +if he had carried a sunbeam in his hand. +He expressed himself by his whole being +and personality, and by works more than +words, and had the not unusual English +merit of knowing what to do much better +than how to talk about it.</p> + +<p>The women, I imagine, must have felt +one imperfection in their state, however +comfortable otherwise. They were forbidden, +or at all events lacked the means, to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_503" id="Page_503">[503]</a></span> +follow out their natural instinct of adorning +themselves; all were well dressed in +one homely uniform of blue-checked gowns, +with such caps upon their heads as English +servants wear. Generally, too, they had +one dowdy English aspect, and a vulgar +type of features so nearly alike that they +seemed literally to constitute a sisterhood. +We have few of these absolutely unilluminated +faces among our native American +population, individuals of whom must be +singularly unfortunate, if, mixing as we +do, no drop of gentle blood has contributed +to refine the turbid element, no gleam of +hereditary intelligence has lighted up the +stolid eyes, which their forefathers brought +from the Old Country. Even in this English +almshouse, however, there was at least +one person who claimed to be intimately +connected with rank and wealth. The +governor, after suggesting that this person +would probably be gratified by our +visit, ushered us into a small parlor, which +was furnished a little more like a room +in a private dwelling than others that we +entered, and had a row of religious books +and fashionable novels on the mantelpiece. +An old lady sat at a bright coal-fire, reading +a romance, and rose to receive us with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_504" id="Page_504">[504]</a></span> +certain pomp of manner and elaborate display +of ceremonious courtesy, which, in +spite of myself, made me inwardly question +the genuineness of her aristocratic pretensions. +But, at any rate, she looked like +a respectable old soul, and was evidently +gladdened to the very core of her frost-bitten +heart by the awful punctiliousness +with which we responded to her gracious +and hospitable, though unfamiliar welcome. +After a little polite conversation, we retired; +and the governor, with a lowered +voice and an air of deference, told us that +she had been a lady of quality, and had +ridden in her own equipage, not many years +before, and now lived in continual expectation +that some of her rich relatives would +drive up in their carriages to take her +away. Meanwhile, he added, she was +treated with great respect by her fellow-paupers. +I could not help thinking, from a +few criticisable peculiarities in her talk and +manner, that there might have been a mistake +on the governor's part, and perhaps +a venial exaggeration on the old lady's, +concerning her former position in society; +but what struck me was the forcible instance +of that most prevalent of English +vanities, the pretension to aristocratic connection,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_505" id="Page_505">[505]</a></span> +on one side, and the submission +and reverence with which it was accepted +by the governor and his household, on the +other. Among ourselves, I think, when +wealth and eminent position have taken +their departure, they seldom leave a pallid +ghost behind them,—or, if it sometimes +stalks abroad, few recognize it.</p> + +<p>We went into several other rooms, at the +doors of which, pausing on the outside, we +could hear the volubility, and sometimes +the wrangling, of the female inhabitants +within, but invariably found silence and +peace when we stepped over the threshold. +The women were grouped together in their +sitting-rooms, sometimes three or four, +sometimes a larger number, classified by +their spontaneous affinities, I suppose, and +all busied, so far as I can remember, with +the one occupation of knitting coarse yarn +stockings. Hardly any of them, I am sorry +to say, had a brisk or cheerful air, though +it often stirred them up to a momentary +vivacity to be accosted by the governor, +and they seemed to like being noticed, +however slightly, by the visitors. The +happiest person whom I saw there (and +running hastily through my experiences, I +hardly recollect to have seen a happier one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_506" id="Page_506">[506]</a></span> +in my life, if you take a careless flow of +spirits as happiness) was an old woman +that lay in bed among ten or twelve heavy-looking +females, who plied their knitting-work +round about her. She laughed, when +we entered, and immediately began to talk +to us, in a thin, little, spirited quaver, claiming +to be more than a century old; and +the governor (in whatever way he happened +to be cognizant of the fact) confirmed her +age to be a hundred and four. Her jauntiness +and cackling merriment were really +wonderful. It was as if she had got +through with all her actual business in life +two or three generations ago, and now, +freed from every responsibility for herself +or others, had only to keep up a mirthful +state of mind till the short time, or long +time (and, happy as she was, she appeared +not to care whether it were long or short), +before Death, who had misplaced her name +in his list, might remember to take her +away. She had gone quite round the circle +of human existence, and come back to the +play-ground again. And so she had grown +to be a kind of miraculous old pet, the +plaything of people seventy or eighty years +younger than herself, who talked and +laughed with her as if she were a child,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_507" id="Page_507">[507]</a></span> +finding great delight in her wayward and +strangely playful responses, into some of +which she cunningly conveyed a gibe that +caused their ears to tingle a little. She +had done getting out of bed in this world, +and lay there to be waited upon like a +queen or a baby.</p> + +<p>In the same room sat a pauper who had +once been an actress of considerable repute, +but was compelled to give up her +profession by a softening of the brain. +The disease seemed to have stolen the continuity +out of her life, and disturbed all +healthy relationship between the thoughts +within her and the world without. On our +first entrance, she looked cheerfully at us, +and showed herself ready to engage in +conversation; but suddenly, while we were +talking with the century-old crone, the poor +actress began to weep, contorting her face +with extravagant stage-grimaces, and wringing +her hands for some inscrutable sorrow. +It might have been a reminiscence of actual +calamity in her past life, or, quite as +probably, it was but a dramatic woe, beneath +which she had staggered and shrieked +and wrung her hands with hundreds of +repetitions in the sight of crowded theatres, +and been as often comforted by thunders<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_508" id="Page_508">[508]</a></span> +of applause. But my idea of the mystery +was, that she had a sense of wrong in +seeing the aged woman (whose empty vivacity +was like the rattling of dry peas in a +bladder) chosen as the central object of +interest to the visitors, while she herself, +who had agitated thousands of hearts with +a breath, sat starving for the admiration +that was her natural food. I appeal to the +whole society of artists of the Beautiful +and the Imaginative,—poets, romancers, +painters, sculptors, actors,—whether or no +this is a grief that may be felt even amid +the torpor of a dissolving brain!</p> + +<p>We looked into a good many sleeping-chambers, +where were rows of beds, mostly +calculated for two occupants, and provided +with sheets and pillow-cases that resembled +sackcloth. It appeared to me that +the sense of beauty was insufficiently regarded +in all the arrangements of the almshouse; +a little cheap luxury for the eye, at +least, might do the poor folks a substantial +good. But, at all events, there was the +beauty of perfect neatness and orderliness, +which, being heretofore known to few of +them, was perhaps as much as they could +well digest in the remnant of their lives. +We were invited into the laundry, where a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_509" id="Page_509">[509]</a></span> +great washing and drying were in process, +the whole atmosphere being hot and vaporous +with the steam of wet garments and +bedclothes. This atmosphere was the pauper-life +of the past week or fortnight resolved +into a gaseous state, and breathing +it, however fastidiously, we were forced to +inhale the strange element into our inmost +being. Had the Queen been there, I know +not how she could have escaped the necessity. +What an intimate brotherhood is +this in which we dwell, do what we may to +put an artificial remoteness between the +high creature and the low one! A poor +man's breath, borne on the vehicle of tobacco-smoke, +floats into a palace-window +and reaches the nostrils of a monarch. It +is but an example, obvious to the sense, of +the innumerable and secret channels by +which, at every moment of our lives, the +flow and reflux of a common humanity pervade +us all. How superficial are the niceties +of such as pretend to keep aloof! Let +the whole world be cleansed, or not a man +or woman of us all can be clean.</p> + +<p>By and by we came to the ward where +the children were kept, on entering which, +we saw, in the first place, several unlovely +and unwholesome little people lazily playing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_510" id="Page_510">[510]</a></span> +together in a court-yard. And here a +singular incommodity befell one member +of our party. Among the children was a +wretched, pale, half-torpid little thing +(about six years old, perhaps, but I know +not whether a girl or a boy), with a humor +in its eyes and face, which the governor +said was the scurvy, and which appeared +to bedim its powers of vision, so that it +toddled about gropingly, as if in quest of it +did not precisely know what. This child—this +sickly, wretched, humor-eaten infant, +the offspring of unspeakable sin and sorrow, +whom it must have required several generations +of guilty progenitors to render so +pitiable an object as we beheld it—immediately +took an unaccountable fancy to +the gentleman just hinted at. It prowled +about him like a pet kitten, rubbing against +his legs, following everywhere at his heels, +pulling at his coat-tails, and, at last, exerting +all the speed that its poor limbs were +capable of, got directly before him and +held forth its arms, mutely insisting on +being taken up. It said not a word, being +perhaps underwitted and incapable of prattle. +But it smiled up in his face,—a sort +of woful gleam was that smile, through the +sickly blotches that covered its features,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_511" id="Page_511">[511]</a></span>—and +found means to express such a perfect +confidence that it was going to be fondled +and made much of, that there was no possibility +in a human heart of balking its expectation. +It was as if God had promised +the poor child this favor on behalf of that +individual, and he was bound to fulfill the +contract, or else no longer call himself a +man among men. Nevertheless, it could +be no easy thing for him to do, he being a +person burdened with more than an Englishman's +customary reserve, shy of actual +contact with human beings, afflicted with +a peculiar distaste for whatever was ugly, +and, furthermore, accustomed to that habit +of observation from an insulated standpoint +which is said (but, I hope, erroneously) +to have the tendency of putting ice +into the blood.</p> + +<p>So I watched the struggle in his mind +with a good deal of interest, and am seriously +of opinion that he did an heroic act, +and effected more than he dreamed of towards +his final salvation, when he took up +the loathsome child and caressed it as tenderly +as if he had been its father. To be +sure, we all smiled at him, at the time, but +doubtless would have acted pretty much +the same in a similar stress of circumstances.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_512" id="Page_512">[512]</a></span> +The child, at any rate, appeared +to be satisfied with his behavior; for when +he had held it a considerable time, and set +it down, it still favored him with its company, +keeping fast hold of his forefinger +till we reached the confines of the place. +And on our return through the court-yard, +after visiting another part of the establishment, +here again was this same little +Wretchedness waiting for its victim, with +a smile of joyful, and yet dull recognition +about its scabby mouth and in its rheumy +eyes. No doubt, the child's mission in +reference to our friend was to remind him +that he was responsible, in his degree, for +all the sufferings and misdemeanors of +the world in which he lived, and was not +entitled to look upon a particle of its dark +calamity as if it were none of his concern: +the offspring of a brother's iniquity being +his own blood-relation, and the guilt, likewise, +a burden on him, unless he expiated +it by better deeds.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <i>February 28, 1856.</i> "After this, we went to the ward +[West Derby Workhouse] where the children were kept, +and, on entering this, we saw, in the first place, two or +three unlovely and unwholesome little imps, who were +lazily playing together. One of them (a child about six +years old, but I know not whether girl or boy) immediately +took the strangest fancy for me. It was a wretched,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_513" id="Page_513">[513]</a></span> +pale, half-torpid little thing, with a humor in its eyes +which the governor said was the scurvy. I never saw, +till a few moments afterwards, a child that I should feel +less inclined to fondle. But this little, sickly, humor-eaten +fright prowled around me, taking hold of my skirts, +following at my heels, and at last held up its hands, +smiled in my face, and, standing directly before me, insisted +on my taking it up! Not that it said a word, for +I rather think it was underwitted, and could not talk; +but its face expressed such perfect confidence that it +was going to be taken up and made much of, that it +was impossible not to do it. It was as if God had +promised the child this favor on my behalf, and that I +must needs fulfill the contract. I held my undesirable +burden a little while; and, after setting the child down, +it still followed me, holding two of my fingers and playing +with them, just as if it were a child of my own. It +was a foundling, and out of all human kind it chose me +to be its father! We went up stairs into another ward; +and, on coming down again, there was this same child +waiting for me, with a sickly smile round its defaced +mouth, and in its dim red eyes.... I never should +have forgiven myself if I had repelled its advances."—II. +184.</p></div> + +<p>All the children in this ward seemed to +be invalids, and, going upstairs, we found +more of them in the same or a worse condition +than the little creature just described, +with their mothers (or more probably +other women, for the infants were +mostly foundlings) in attendance as nurses. +The matron of the ward, a middle-aged +woman, remarkably kind and motherly in +aspect, was walking to and fro across the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_514" id="Page_514">[514]</a></span>chamber—on that weary journey in which +careful mothers and nurses travel so continually +and so far, and gain never a step +of progress—with an unquiet baby in her +arms. She assured us that she enjoyed +her occupation, being exceedingly fond of +children; and, in fact, the absence of timidity +in all the little people was a sufficient +proof that they could have had no +experience of harsh treatment, though, on +the other hand, none of them appeared to +be attracted to one individual more than +another. In this point they differed widely +from the poor child below stairs. They +seemed to recognize a universal motherhood +in womankind, and cared not which +individual might be the mother of the moment. +I found their tameness as shocking +as did Alexander Selkirk that of the +brute subjects of his else solitary kingdom. +It was a sort of tame familiarity, a perfect +indifference to the approach of strangers, +such as I never noticed in other children. +I accounted for it partly by their nerveless, +unstrung state of body, incapable of the +quick thrills of delight and fear which play +upon the lively harp-strings of a healthy +child's nature, and partly by their woful +lack of acquaintance with a private home,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_515" id="Page_515">[515]</a></span> +and their being therefore destitute of the +sweet home-bred shyness, which is like the +sanctity of heaven about a mother-petted +child. Their condition was like that of +chickens hatched in an oven, and growing +up without the especial guardianship of a +matron hen: both the chicken and the +child, methinks, must needs want something +that is essential to their respective +characters.</p> + +<p>In this chamber (which was spacious, +containing a large number of beds) there +was a clear fire burning on the hearth, as +in all the other occupied rooms; and directly +in front of the blaze sat a woman +holding a baby, which, beyond all reach of +comparison, was the most horrible object +that ever afflicted my sight. Days afterwards—nay, +even now, when I bring it up +vividly before my mind's eye—it seemed +to lie upon the floor of my heart, polluting +my moral being with the sense of +something grievously amiss in the entire +conditions of humanity. The holiest man +could not be otherwise than full of wickedness, +the chastest virgin seemed impure, +in a world where such a babe was possible. +The governor whispered me, apart, +that, like nearly all the rest of them, it was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_516" id="Page_516">[516]</a></span> +the child of unhealthy parents. Ah, yes! +There was the mischief. This spectral infant, +a hideous mockery of the visible link +which Love creates between man and woman, +was born of disease and sin. Diseased +Sin was its father, and Sinful Disease +its mother, and their offspring lay in the +woman's arms like a nursing Pestilence, +which, could it live and grow up, would +make the world a more accursed abode +than ever heretofore. Thank Heaven, it +could not live! This baby, if we must +give it that sweet name, seemed to be +three or four months old, but, being such +an unthrifty changeling, might have been +considerably older. It was all covered +with blotches, and preternaturally dark and +discolored; it was withered away, quite +shrunken and fleshless; it breathed only +amid pantings and gaspings, and moaned +painfully at every gasp. The only comfort +in reference to it was the evident impossibility +of its surviving to draw many more +of those miserable, moaning breaths; and +it would have been infinitely less heart-depressing +to see it die, right before my +eyes, than to depart and carry it alive in +my remembrance, still suffering the incalculable +torture of its little life. I can by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_517" id="Page_517">[517]</a></span> +no means express how horrible this infant +was, neither ought I to attempt it. And +yet I must add one final touch. Young as +the poor little creature was, its pain and +misery had endowed it with a premature +intelligence, insomuch that its eyes seemed +to stare at the by-standers out of their +sunken sockets knowingly and appealingly, +as if summoning us one and all to witness +the deadly wrong of its existence. +At least, I so interpreted its look, when it +positively met and responded to my own +awe-stricken gaze, and therefore I lay the +case, as far as I am able, before mankind, +on whom God has imposed the necessity +to suffer in soul and body till this dark and +dreadful wrong be righted.</p> + +<p>Thence we went to the school-rooms, +which were underneath the chapel. The +pupils, like the children whom we had just +seen, were, in large proportion, foundlings. +Almost without exception, they looked +sickly, with marks of eruptive trouble in +their doltish faces, and a general tendency +to diseases of the eye. Moreover, the +poor little wretches appeared to be uneasy +within their skins, and screwed themselves +about on the benches in a disagreeably +suggestive way, as if they had inherited<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_518" id="Page_518">[518]</a></span> +the evil habits of their parents as an innermost +garment of the same texture and +material as the shirt of Nessus, and must +wear it with unspeakable discomfort as long +as they lived. I saw only a single child +that looked healthy; and on my pointing +him out, the governor informed me that +this little boy, the sole exception to the +miserable aspect of his school-fellows, was +not a foundling, nor properly a workhouse +child, being born of respectable parentage, +and his father one of the officers of +the institution. As for the remainder,—the +hundred pale abortions to be counted +against one rosy-cheeked boy,—what shall +we say or do? Depressed by the sight of +so much misery, and uninventive of remedies +for the evils that force themselves on +my perception, I can do little more than +recur to the idea already hinted at in the +early part of this article, regarding the +speedy necessity of a new deluge. So far +as these children are concerned, at any +rate, it would be a blessing to the human +race, which they will contribute to enervate +and corrupt,—a greater blessing to +themselves, who inherit no patrimony but +disease and vice, and in whose souls, if +there be a spark of God's life, this seems<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_519" id="Page_519">[519]</a></span> +the only possible mode of keeping it aglow,—if +every one of them could be drowned +to-night, by their best friends, instead of +being put tenderly to bed. This heroic +method of treating human maladies, moral +and material, is certainly beyond the scope +of man's discretionary rights, and probably +will not be adopted by Divine Providence +until the opportunity of milder reformation +shall have been offered us again and again, +through a series of future ages.</p> + +<p>It may be fair to acknowledge that the +humane and excellent governor, as well as +other persons better acquainted with the +subject than myself, took a less gloomy +view of it, though still so dark a one as to +involve scanty consolation. They remarked +that individuals of the male sex, picked up +in the streets and nurtured in the workhouse, +sometimes succeed tolerably well in +life, because they are taught trades before +being turned into the world, and, by dint +of immaculate behavior and good luck, are +not unlikely to get employment and earn a +livelihood. The case is different with the +girls. They can only go to service, and +are invariably rejected by families of respectability +on account of their origin, and +for the better reason of their unfitness to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_520" id="Page_520">[520]</a></span> +fill satisfactorily even the meanest situations +in a well-ordered English household. +Their resource is to take service with +people only a step or two above the poorest +class, with whom they fare scantily, endure +harsh treatment, lead shifting and precarious +lives, and finally drop into the slough +of evil, through which, in their best estate, +they do but pick their slimy way on stepping-stones.</p> + +<p>From the schools we went to the bake-house, +and the brew-house (for such cruelty +is not harbored in the heart of a true Englishman +as to deny a pauper his daily +allowance of beer), and through the kitchens, +where we beheld an immense pot over +the fire, surging and walloping with some +kind of a savory stew that filled it up to its +brim. We also visited a tailor's shop, and +a shoemaker's shop, in both of which a +number of men, and pale, diminutive apprentices, +were at work, diligently enough, +though seemingly with small heart in the +business. Finally, the governor ushered +us into a shed, inside of which was piled +up an immense quantity of new coffins. +They were of the plainest description, +made of pine boards, probably of American +growth, not very nicely smoothed by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_521" id="Page_521">[521]</a></span> +the plane, neither painted nor stained with +black, but provided with a loop of rope at +either end for the convenience of lifting +the rude box and its inmate into the cart +that shall carry them to the burial-ground. +There, in holes ten feet deep, the paupers +are buried one above another, mingling +their relics indistinguishably. In another +world may they resume their individuality, +and find it a happier one than here!</p> + +<p>As we departed, a character came under +our notice which I have met with in all +almshouses, whether of the city or village, +or in England or America. It was the familiar +simpleton, who shuffled across the +court-yard, clattering his wooden-soled +shoes, to greet us with a howl or a laugh, +I hardly know which, holding out his hand +for a penny, and chuckling grossly when it +was given him. All underwitted persons, +so far as my experience goes, have this +craving for copper coin, and appear to estimate +its value by a miraculous instinct, +which is one of the earliest gleams of human +intelligence while the nobler faculties +are yet in abeyance. There may come a +time, even in this world, when we shall all +understand that our tendency to the individual +appropriation of gold and broad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_522" id="Page_522">[522]</a></span> +acres, fine houses, and such good and beautiful +things as are equally enjoyable by a +multitude, is but a trait of imperfectly developed +intelligence, like the simpleton's +cupidity of a penny. When that day +dawns,—and probably not till then,—I +imagine that there will be no more poor +streets nor need of almshouses.</p> + +<p>I was once present at the wedding of +some poor English people, and was deeply +impressed by the spectacle, though by no +means with such proud and delightful emotions +as seem to have affected all England +on the recent occasion of the marriage of +its Prince. It was in the Cathedral at +Manchester, a particularly black and grim +old structure, into which I had stepped to +examine some ancient and curious wood-carvings +within the choir. The woman in +attendance greeted me with a smile (which +always glimmers forth on the feminine visage, +I know not why, when a wedding is +in question), and asked me to take a seat +in the nave till some poor parties were +married, it being the Easter holidays, and +a good time for them to marry, because no +fees would be demanded by the clergyman. +I sat down accordingly, and soon the parson +and his clerk appeared at the altar, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_523" id="Page_523">[523]</a></span> +a considerable crowd of people made their +entrance at a side-door, and ranged themselves +in a long, huddled line across the +chancel. They were my acquaintances of +the poor streets, or persons in a precisely +similar condition of life, and were now +come to their marriage-ceremony in just +such garbs as I had always seen them +wear: the men in their loafers' coats, out +at elbows, or their laborers' jackets, defaced +with grimy toil; the women drawing +their shabby shawls tighter about their +shoulders, to hide the raggedness beneath; +all of them unbrushed, unshaven, unwashed, +uncombed, and wrinkled with penury and +care; nothing virgin-like in the brides, nor +hopeful or energetic in the bridegrooms;—they +were, in short, the mere rags and +tatters of the human race, whom some +east-wind of evil omen, howling along the +streets, had chanced to sweep together into +an unfragrant heap. Each and all of them, +conscious of his or her individual misery, +had blundered into the strange miscalculation +of supposing that they could lessen +the sum of it by multiplying it into the +misery of another person. All the couples +(and it was difficult, in such a confused +crowd, to compute exactly their number)<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_524" id="Page_524">[524]</a></span> +stood up at once, and had execution done +upon them in the lump, the clergyman addressing +only small parts of the service to +each individual pair, but so managing the +larger portion as to include the whole company +without the trouble of repetition. By +this compendious contrivance, one would +apprehend, he came dangerously near making +every man and woman the husband or +wife of every other; nor, perhaps, would +he have perpetrated much additional mischief +by the mistake; but, after receiving +a benediction in common, they assorted +themselves in their own fashion, as they +only knew how, and departed to the garrets, +or the cellars, or the unsheltered +street-corners, where their honeymoon and +subsequent lives were to be spent. The +parson smiled decorously, the clerk and +the sexton grinned broadly, the female +attendant tittered almost aloud, and even +the married parties seemed to see something +exceedingly funny in the affair; but +for my part, though generally apt enough +to be tickled by a joke, I laid it away in +my memory as one of the saddest sights I +ever looked upon.</p> + +<p>Not very long afterwards, I happened to +be passing the same venerable cathedral,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_525" id="Page_525">[525]</a></span> +and heard a clang of joyful bells, and beheld +a bridal party coming down the steps +towards a carriage and four horses, with a +portly coachman and two postilions, that +waited at the gate. One parson and one +service had amalgamated the wretchedness +of a score of paupers; a Bishop and +three or four clergymen had combined +their spiritual might to forge the golden +links of this other marriage-bond. The +bridegroom's mien had a sort of careless +and kindly English pride; the bride floated +along in her white drapery, a creature so +nice and delicate that it was a luxury to +see her, and a pity that her silk slippers +should touch anything so grimy as the +old stones of the churchyard avenue. The +crowd of ragged people, who always cluster +to witness what they may of an aristocratic +wedding, broke into audible admiration of +the bride's beauty and the bridegroom's +manliness, and uttered prayers and ejaculations +(possibly paid for in alms) for the +happiness of both. If the most favorable +of earthly conditions could make them +happy, they had every prospect of it. They +were going to live on their abundance in +one of those stately and delightful English +homes, such as no other people ever created<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_526" id="Page_526">[526]</a></span> +or inherited, a hall set far and safe +within its own private grounds, and surrounded +with venerable trees, shaven lawns, +rich shrubbery, and trimmest pathways, the +whole so artfully contrived and tended that +summer rendered it a paradise, and even +winter would hardly disrobe it of its beauty; +and all this fair property seemed more exclusively +and inalienably their own, because +of its descent through many forefathers, +each of whom had added an improvement +or a charm, and thus transmitted it with a +stronger stamp of rightful possession to his +heir. And is it possible, after all, that +there may be a flaw in the title-deeds? Is, +or is not, the system wrong that gives one +married pair so immense a superfluity of +luxurious home, and shuts out a million +others from any home whatever? One +day or another, safe as they deem themselves, +and safe as the hereditary temper +of the people really tends to make them, +the gentlemen of England will be compelled +to face this question.</p> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_527" id="Page_527">[527]</a></span> + +<h2><a name="XII" id="XII"></a>XII.</h2> + +<p class="h3">CIVIC BANQUETS</p> + +<p>It has often perplexed me to imagine +how an Englishman will be able to reconcile +himself to any future state of existence +from which the earthly institution of dinner +shall be excluded. Even if he fail to take +his appetite along with him (which it seems +to me hardly possible to believe, since this +endowment is so essential to his composition), +the immortal day must still admit +an interim of two or three hours during +which he will be conscious of a slight distaste, +at all events, if not an absolute repugnance, +to merely spiritual nutriment. +The idea of dinner has so imbedded itself +among his highest and deepest characteristics, +so illuminated itself with intellect +and softened itself with the kindest emotions +of his heart, so linked itself with +Church and State, and grown so majestic +with long hereditary customs and ceremonies, +that, by taking it utterly away, +Death, instead of putting the final touch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_528" id="Page_528">[528]</a></span> +to his perfection, would leave him infinitely +less complete than we have already known +him. He could not be roundly happy. +Paradise, among all its enjoyments, would +lack one daily felicity which his sombre +little island possessed. Perhaps it is not +irreverent to conjecture that a provision +may have been made, in this particular, for +the Englishman's exceptional necessities. +It strikes me that Milton was of the opinion +here suggested, and may have intended +to throw out a delightful and consolatory +hope for his countrymen, when he represents +the genial archangel as playing his +part with such excellent appetite at Adam's +dinner-table, and confining himself to fruit +and vegetables only, because, in those early +days of her housekeeping, Eve had no +more acceptable viands to set before him. +Milton, indeed, had a true English taste +for the pleasures of the table, though refined +by the lofty and poetic discipline to +which he had subjected himself. It is +delicately implied in the refection in Paradise, +and more substantially, though still +elegantly, betrayed in the sonnet proposing +to "Laurence, of virtuous father virtuous +son," a series of nice little dinners in +midwinter; and it blazes fully out in that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_529" id="Page_529">[529]</a></span> +untasted banquet, which, elaborate as it +was, Satan tossed up in a trice from the +kitchen-ranges of Tartarus.</p> + +<p>Among this people, indeed, so wise in +their generation, dinner has a kind of sanctity +quite independent of the dishes that +may be set upon the table; so that, if it be +only a mutton-chop, they treat it with due +reverence, and are rewarded with a degree +of enjoyment which such reckless devourers +as ourselves do not often find in our +richest abundance. It is good to see how +stanch they are after fifty or sixty years of +heroic eating, still relying upon their digestive +powers and indulging a vigorous +appetite; whereas an American has generally +lost the one and learned to distrust the +other long before reaching the earliest decline +of life; and thenceforward he makes +little account of his dinner, and dines at +his peril, if at all. I know not whether my +countrymen will allow me to tell them, +though I think it scarcely too much to affirm, +that on this side of the water people +never dine. At any rate, abundantly as +Nature has provided us with most of the +material requisites, the highest possible +dinner has never yet been eaten in America. +It is the consummate flower of civilization<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_530" id="Page_530">[530]</a></span> +and refinement; and our inability +to produce it, or to appreciate its admirable +beauty if a happy inspiration should bring +it into bloom, marks fatally the limit of +culture which we have attained.</p> + +<p>It is not to be supposed, however, that +the mob of cultivated Englishmen know +how to dine in this elevated sense. The +unpolishable ruggedness of the national +character is still an impediment to them, +even in that particular line where they are +best qualified to excel. Though often present +at good men's feasts, I remember only a +single dinner, which, while lamentably conscious +that many of its higher excellences +were thrown away upon me, I yet could +feel to be a perfect work of art. It could +not, without unpardonable coarseness, be +styled a matter of animal enjoyment, because, +out of the very perfection of that +lower bliss, there had arisen a dream-like +development of spiritual happiness. As in +the masterpieces of painting and poetry, +there was a something intangible, a final +deliciousness that only fluttered about your +comprehension, vanishing whenever you +tried to detain it, and compelling you to +recognize it by faith rather than sense. It +seemed as if a diviner set of senses were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_531" id="Page_531">[531]</a></span> +requisite, and had been partly supplied, for +the special fruition of this banquet, and +that the guests around the table (only eight +in number) were becoming so educated, +polished, and softened, by the delicate influences +of what they ate and drank, as to +be now a little more than mortal for the +nonce. And there was that gentle, delicious +sadness, too, which we find in the +very summit of our most exquisite enjoyments, +and feel it a charm beyond all the +gayety through which it keeps breathing +its undertone. In the present case, it was +worth a heavier sigh to reflect that such a +festal achievement—the production of so +much art, skill, fancy, invention, and perfect +taste—the growth of all the ages, which +appeared to have been ripening for this +hour, since man first began to eat and to +moisten his food with wine—must lavish +its happiness upon so brief a moment +when other beautiful things can be made a +joy forever. Yet a dinner like this is no +better than we can get, any day, at the +rejuvenescent Cornhill Coffee-house, unless +the whole man, with soul, intellect, +and stomach, is ready to appreciate it, and +unless, moreover, there is such a harmony +in all the circumstances and accompaniments,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_532" id="Page_532">[532]</a></span> +and especially such a pitch of well-according +minds, that nothing shall jar +rudely against the guest's thoroughly awakened +sensibilities. The world, and especially +our part of it, being the rough, ill-assorted, +and tumultuous place we find it, +a beefsteak is about as good as any other +dinner.</p> + +<p>The foregoing reminiscence, however, +has drawn me aside from the main object +of my sketch, in which I purposed to give +a slight idea of those public, or partially +public banquets, the custom of which so +thoroughly prevails among the English +people, that nothing is ever decided upon, +in matters of peace and war, until they +have chewed upon it in the shape of roast-beef, +and talked it fully over in their cups. +Nor are these festivities merely occasional, +but of stated recurrence in all considerable +municipalities and associated bodies. The +most ancient times appear to have been as +familiar with them as the Englishmen of +to-day. In many of the old English towns, +you find some stately Gothic hall or chamber +in which the Mayor and other authorities +of the place have long held their sessions; +and always, in convenient contiguity, there +is a dusky kitchen, with an immense fireplace<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_533" id="Page_533">[533]</a></span> +where an ox might lie roasting at his +ease, though the less gigantic scale of modern +cookery may now have permitted the +cobwebs to gather in its chimney. St. +Mary's Hall, in Coventry, is so good a +specimen of an ancient banqueting-room, +that perhaps I may profitably devote a page +or two to the description of it.</p> + +<p>In a narrow street opposite to St. Michael's +Church, one of the three famous +spires of Coventry, you behold a mediæval +edifice, in the basement of which is such a +venerable and now deserted kitchen as I +have above alluded to, and, on the same +level, a cellar, with low stone pillars and intersecting +arches, like the crypt of a cathedral. +Passing up a well-worn staircase, the +oaken balustrade of which is as black as +ebony, you enter the fine old hall, some +sixty feet in length, and broad and lofty in +proportion. It is lighted by six windows +of modern stained glass, on one side, and +by the immense and magnificent arch of +another window at the farther end of the +room, its rich and ancient panes constituting +a genuine historical piece, in which +are represented some of the kingly personages +of old times, with their heraldic blazonries. +Not withstanding the colored light<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_534" id="Page_534">[534]</a></span> +thus thrown into the hall, and though it +was noonday when I last saw it, the paneling +of black-oak, and some faded tapestry +that hung round the walls, together with +the cloudy vault of the roof above, made a +gloom, which the richness only illuminated +into more appreciable effect. The tapestry +is wrought with figures in the dress +of Henry VI.'s time (which is the date of +the hall), and is regarded by antiquaries as +authentic evidence both for the costume +of that epoch, and, I believe, for the actual +portraiture of men known in history. They +are as colorless as ghosts, however, and +vanish drearily into the old stitch-work of +their substance when you try to make them +out. Coats of arms were formerly emblazoned +all round the hall, but have been almost +rubbed out by people hanging their +overcoats against them, or by women with +dishclouts and scrubbing-brushes, obliterating +hereditary glories in their blind hostility +to dust and spiders' webs. Full-length +portraits of several English kings, Charles +II. being the earliest, hang on the walls; +and on the daïs, or elevated part of the +floor, stands an antique chair of state, +which several royal characters are traditionally +said to have occupied while feasting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_535" id="Page_535">[535]</a></span> +here with their loyal subjects of Coventry. +It is roomy enough for a person of +kingly bulk, or even two such, but angular +and uncomfortable, reminding me of the +oaken settles which used to be seen in old-fashioned +New England kitchens.</p> + +<p>Overhead, supported by a self-sustaining +power, without the aid of a single pillar, is +the original ceiling of oak, precisely similar +in shape to the roof of a barn, with all +the beams and rafters plainly to be seen. +At the remote height of sixty feet, you +hardly discern that they are carved with +figures of angels, and doubtless many other +devices, of which the admirable Gothic art +is wasted in the duskiness that has so long +been brooding there. Over the entrance +of the hall, opposite the great arched window, +the party-colored radiance of which +glimmers faintly through the interval, is a +gallery for minstrels; and a row of ancient +suits of armor is suspended from its balustrade. +It impresses me, too (for, having +gone so far, I would fain leave nothing +untouched upon), that I remember, somewhere +about these venerable precincts, a +picture of the Countess Godiva on horseback, +in which the artist has been so niggardly +of that illustrious lady's hair, that,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_536" id="Page_536">[536]</a></span> +if she had no ampler garniture, there was +certainly much need for the good people +of Coventry to shut their eyes. After all +my pains, I fear that I have made but a +poor hand at the description, as regards a +transference of the scene from my own +mind to the reader's. It gave me a most +vivid idea of antiquity that had been very +little tampered with; insomuch that, if a +group of steel-clad knights had come clanking +through the doorway, and a bearded and +beruffed old figure had handed in a stately +dame, rustling in gorgeous robes of a long-forgotten +fashion, unveiling a face of beauty +somewhat tarnished in the mouldy tomb, +yet stepping majestically to the trill of +harp and viol from the minstrels' gallery, +while the rusty armor responded with a +hollow ringing sound beneath,—why, I +should have felt that these shadows, once +so familiar with the spot, had a better right +in St. Mary's Hall than I, a stranger from +a far country which has no Past. But the +moral of the foregoing description is to +show how tenaciously this love of pompous +dinners, this reverence for dinner as a +sacred institution, has caught hold of the +English character; since, from the earliest +recognizable period, we find them building<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_537" id="Page_537">[537]</a></span> +their civic banqueting-halls as magnificently +as their palaces or cathedrals.</p> + +<p>I know not whether the hall just described +is now used for festive purposes, +but others of similar antiquity and splendor +still are. For example, there is Barber +Surgeons' Hall, in London, a very fine +old room, adorned with admirably carved +wood-work on the ceiling and walls. It is +also enriched with Holbein's masterpiece, +representing a grave assemblage of barbers +and surgeons, all portraits (with such extensive +beards that methinks one half of +the company might have been profitably +occupied in trimming the other), kneeling +before King Henry VIII. Sir Robert Peel +is said to have offered a thousand pounds +for the liberty of cutting out one of the +heads from this picture, he conditioning to +have a perfect facsimile painted in.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> The +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_538" id="Page_538">[538]</a></span>room has many other pictures of distinguished +members of the company in long-past +times, and of some of the monarchs +and statesmen of England, all darkened with +age, but darkened into such ripe magnificence +as only age could bestow. It is not +my design to inflict any more specimens of +ancient hall-painting on the reader; but it +may be worth while to touch upon other +modes of stateliness that still survive in +these time-honored civic feasts, where there +appears to be a singular assumption of dignity +and solemn pomp by respectable citizens +who would never dream of claiming +any privilege of rank outside of their own +sphere. Thus, I saw two caps of state +for the warden and junior warden of the +company, caps of silver (real coronets or +crowns, indeed, for these city-grandees) +wrought in open-work and lined with crimson +velvet. In a strong-closet, opening +from the hall, there was a great deal of +rich plate to furnish forth the banquet-table, +comprising hundreds of forks and +spoons, a vast silver punch-bowl, the gift +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_539" id="Page_539">[539]</a></span>of some jolly king or other, and, besides +a multitude of less noticeable vessels, two +loving-cups, very elaborately wrought in +silver gilt, one presented by Henry VIII., +the other by Charles II. These cups, including +the covers and pedestals, are very +large and weighty, although the bowl-part +would hardly contain more than half a pint +of wine, which, when the custom was first +established, each guest was probably expected +to drink off at a draught. In passing +them from hand to hand adown a long +table of compotators, there is a peculiar +ceremony which I may hereafter have occasion +to describe. Meanwhile, if I might +assume such a liberty, I should be glad to +invite the reader to the official dinner-table +of his Worship, the Mayor, at a large English +seaport where I spent several years.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> In this room hangs the most valuable picture by +Holbein now in existence, representing the company of +Barber Surgeons kneeling before Henry VIII., and receiving +their charter from his hands. The picture is +about six feet square. The king is dressed in scarlet, +and quite fulfills one's idea of his aspect. The Barber-Surgeons, +all portraits, are an assemblage of grave-looking +personages, in dark costumes. The company has +refused five thousand pounds for this unique picture; +and the keeper of the Hall told me that Sir Robert Peel +had offered a thousand pounds for liberty to take out +only one of the heads, that of a person named Penn, he +conditioning to have a perfect facsimile painted in. I +did not see any merit in this head over the others.—II. 200.</p></div> + +<p>The Mayor's dinner-parties occur as +often as once a fortnight, and, inviting his +guests by fifty or sixty at a time, his Worship +probably assembles at his board most +of the eminent citizens and distinguished +personages of the town and neighborhood +more than once during his year's incumbency, +and very much, no doubt, to the +promotion of good feeling among individuals +of opposite parties and diverse pursuits<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_540" id="Page_540">[540]</a></span> +in life. A miscellaneous party of Englishmen +can always find more comfortable +ground to meet upon than as many Americans, +their differences of opinion being +incomparably less radical than ours, and it +being the sincerest wish of all their hearts, +whether they call themselves Liberals or +what not, that nothing in this world shall +ever be greatly altered from what it has +been and is. Thus there is seldom such a +virulence of political hostility that it may +not be dissolved in a glass or two of wine, +without making the good liquor any more +dry or bitter than accords with English +taste.</p> + +<p>The first dinner of this kind at which I +had the honor to be present took place +during assize-time, and included among the +guests the judges and the prominent members +of the bar. Reaching the Town Hall +at seven o'clock, I communicated my name +to one of several splendidly dressed footmen, +and he repeated it to another on the +first staircase, by whom it was passed to a +third, and thence to a fourth at the door of +the reception-room, losing all resemblance +to the original sound in the course of these +transmissions; so that I had the advantage +of making my entrance in the character of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_541" id="Page_541">[541]</a></span> +a stranger, not only to the whole company, +but to myself as well. His Worship, however, +kindly recognized me, and put me on +speaking-terms with two or three gentlemen, +whom I found very affable, and all +the more hospitably attentive on the score +of my nationality. It is very singular how +kind an Englishman will almost invariably +be to an individual American, without ever +bating a jot of his prejudice against the +American character in the lump. My new +acquaintances took evident pains to put me +at my ease; and, in requital of their good-nature, +I soon began to look round at +the general company in a critical spirit, +making my crude observations apart, and +drawing silent inferences, of the correctness +of which I should not have been half +so well satisfied a year afterwards as at +that moment.</p> + +<p>There were two judges present, a good +many lawyers, and a few officers of the +army in uniform. The other guests seemed +to be principally of the mercantile class, +and among them was a ship-owner from +Nova Scotia, with whom I coalesced a little, +inasmuch as we were born with the same +sky over our heads, and an unbroken continuity +of soil between his abode and mine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_542" id="Page_542">[542]</a></span> +There was one old gentleman, whose character +I never made out, with powdered hair, +clad in black breeches and silk stockings, +and wearing a rapier at his side; otherwise, +with the exception of the military uniforms, +there was little or no pretense of official +costume. It being the first considerable +assemblage of Englishmen that I had seen, +my honest impression about them was that +they were a heavy and homely set of people, +with a remarkable roughness of aspect and +behavior, not repulsive, but beneath which +it required more familiarity with the national +character than I then possessed +always to detect the good breeding of a +gentleman. Being generally middle-aged, +or still further advanced, they were by no +means graceful in figure; for the comeliness +of the youthful Englishman rapidly +diminishes with years, his body appearing +to grow longer, his legs to abbreviate themselves, +and his stomach to assume the dignified +prominence which justly belongs to +that metropolis of his system. His face +(what with the acridity of the atmosphere, +ale at lunch, wine at dinner, and a well-digested +abundance of succulent food) gets +red and mottled, and develops at least one +additional chin, with a promise of more;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_543" id="Page_543">[543]</a></span> +so that, finally, a stranger recognizes his +animal part at the most superficial glance, +but must take time and a little pains to +discover the intellectual. Comparing him +with an American, I really thought that +our national paleness and lean habit of +flesh gave us greatly the advantage in an +æsthetic point of view. It seemed to me, +moreover, that the English tailor had not +done so much as he might and ought for +these heavy figures, but had gone on willfully +exaggerating their uncouthness by the +roominess of their garments; he had evidently +no idea of accuracy of fit, and smartness +was entirely out of his line. But, to +be quite open with the reader, I afterwards +learned to think that this aforesaid tailor +has a deeper art than his brethren among +ourselves, knowing how to dress his customers +with such individual propriety that +they look as if they were born in their +clothes, the fit being to the character rather +than the form. If you make an Englishman +smart (unless he be a very exceptional +one, of whom I have seen a few), you make +him a monster; his best aspect is that of +ponderous respectability.</p> + +<p>To make an end of these first impressions, +I fancied that not merely the Suffolk<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_544" id="Page_544">[544]</a></span> +bar, but the bar of any inland county in +New England, might show a set of thin-visaged +men looking wretchedly worn, sallow, +deeply wrinkled across the forehead, +and grimly furrowed about the mouth, with +whom these heavy-cheeked English lawyers, +slow-paced and fat-witted as they +must needs be, would stand very little +chance in a professional contest. How +that matter might turn out, I am unqualified +to decide. But I state these results +of my earliest glimpses at Englishmen, not +for what they are worth, but because I +ultimately gave them up as worth little or +nothing. In course of time, I came to the +conclusion that Englishmen of all ages are +a rather good-looking people, dress in admirable +taste from their own point of view, +and, under a surface never silken to the +touch, have a refinement of manners too +thorough and genuine to be thought of as +a separate endowment,—that is to say, if +the individual himself be a man of station, +and has had gentlemen for his father and +grandfather. The sturdy Anglo-Saxon +nature does not refine itself short of the +third generation. The tradesmen, too, and +all other classes, have their own proprieties.</p> + +<p>The only value of my criticisms, therefore,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_545" id="Page_545">[545]</a></span> +lay in their exemplifying the proneness +of a traveler to measure one people by the +distinctive characteristics of another,—as +English writers invariably measure us, and +take upon themselves to be disgusted accordingly, +instead of trying to find out some +principle of beauty with which we may be +in conformity.</p> + +<p>In due time we were summoned to the +table, and went thither in no solemn procession, +but with a good deal of jostling, +thrusting behind, and scrambling for places +when we reached our destination. The +legal gentlemen, I suspect, were responsible +for this indecorous zeal, which I never +afterwards remarked in a similar party. +The dining-hall was of noble size, and, like +the other rooms of the suite, was gorgeously +painted and gilded and brilliantly illuminated. +There was a splendid table-service, +and a noble array of footmen, some of +them in plain clothes, and others wearing +the town-livery, richly decorated with gold-lace, +and themselves excellent specimens of +the blooming young manhood of Britain. +When we were fairly seated, it was certainly +an agreeable spectacle to look up +and down the long vista of earnest faces, +and behold them so resolute, so conscious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_546" id="Page_546">[546]</a></span> +that there was an important business in +hand, and so determined to be equal to +the occasion. Indeed, Englishman or not, +I hardly know what can be prettier than +a snow-white tablecloth, a huge heap of +flowers as a central decoration, bright silver, +rich china, crystal glasses, decanters +of Sherry at due intervals, a French roll +and an artistically folded napkin at each +plate, all that airy portion of a banquet, in +short, that comes before the first mouthful, +the whole illuminated by a blaze of +artificial light, without which a dinner of +made-dishes looks spectral, and the simplest +viands are the best. Printed bills-of-fare +were distributed, representing an abundant +feast, no part of which appeared on the +table until called for in separate plates. I +have entirely forgotten what it was, but +deem it no great matter, inasmuch as there +is a pervading commonplace and identicalness +in the composition of extensive dinners, +on account of the impossibility of +supplying a hundred guests with anything +particularly delicate or rare. It was suggested +to me that certain juicy old gentlemen +had a private understanding what to +call for, and that it would be good policy +in a stranger to follow in their footsteps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_547" id="Page_547">[547]</a></span> +through the feast. I did not care to do so, +however, because, like Sancho Panza's dip +out of Camacho's caldron, any sort of potluck +at such a table would be sure to suit +my purpose; so I chose a dish or two on +my own judgment, and, getting through +my labors betimes, had great pleasure in +seeing the Englishmen toil onward to the +end.</p> + +<p>They drank rather copiously, too, though +wisely; for I observed that they seldom +took Hock, and let the Champagne bubble +slowly away out of the goblet, solacing +themselves with Sherry, but tasting it +warily before bestowing their final confidence. +Their taste in wines, however, did +not seem so exquisite, and certainly was +not so various, as that to which many +Americans pretend. This foppery of an +intimate acquaintance with rare vintages +does not suit a sensible Englishman, as +he is very much in earnest about his +wines, and adopts one or two as his lifelong +friends, seldom exchanging them for +any Delilahs of a moment, and reaping the +reward of his constancy in an unimpaired +stomach, and only so much gout as he +deems wholesome and desirable. Knowing +well the measure of his powers, he is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_548" id="Page_548">[548]</a></span> +not apt to fill his glass too often. Society, +indeed, would hardly tolerate habitual imprudences +of that kind, though, in my opinion, +the Englishmen now upon the stage +could carry off their three bottles, at need, +with as steady a gait as any of their forefathers. +It is not so very long since the +three-bottle heroes sank finally under the +table. It may be (at least, I should be +glad if it were true) that there was an occult +sympathy between our temperance +reform, now somewhat in abeyance, and +the almost simultaneous disappearance of +hard-drinking among the respectable +classes in England. I remember a middle-aged +gentleman telling me (in illustration +of the very slight importance attached to +breaches of temperance within the memory +of men not yet old) that he had seen +a certain magistrate, Sir John Linkwater, +or Drinkwater,—but I think the jolly old +knight could hardly have staggered under +so perverse a misnomer as this last,—while +sitting on the magisterial bench, pull +out a crown-piece and hand it to the clerk. +"Mr. Clerk," said Sir John, as if it were +the most indifferent fact in the world, "I +was drunk last night. There are my five +shillings."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_549" id="Page_549">[549]</a></span></p> + +<p>During the dinner, I had a good deal of +pleasant conversation with the gentlemen +on either side of me. One of them, a lawyer, +expatiated with great unction on the +social standing of the judges. Representing +the dignity and authority of the Crown, +they take precedence, during assize-time, +of the highest military men in the kingdom, +of the Lord Lieutenant of the county, +of the Archbishops, of the royal Dukes, +and even of the Prince of Wales. For +the nonce, they are the greatest men in +England. With a glow of professional +complacency that amounted to enthusiasm, +my friend assured me, that, in case of a +royal dinner, a judge, if actually holding +an assize, would be expected to offer his +arm and take the Queen herself to the +table. Happening to be in company with +some of these elevated personages, on subsequent +occasions, it appeared to me that +the judges are fully conscious of their +paramount claims to respect, and take +rather more pains to impress them on +their ceremonial inferiors than men of +high hereditary rank are apt to do. Bishops, +if it be not irreverent to say so, are +sometimes marked by a similar characteristic. +Dignified position is so sweet to an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_550" id="Page_550">[550]</a></span> +Englishman, that he needs to be born in it, +and to feel it thoroughly incorporated with +his nature from its original germ, in order +to keep him from flaunting it obtrusively +in the faces of innocent by-standers.</p> + +<p>My companion on the other side was a +thick-set, middle-aged man, uncouth in manners, +and ugly where none were handsome, +with a dark, roughly hewn visage, that +looked grim in repose, and seemed to hold +within itself the machinery of a very terrific +frown. He ate with resolute appetite, +and let slip few opportunities of imbibing +whatever liquids happened to be passing +by. I was meditating in what way this +grisly featured table-fellow might most +safely be accosted, when he turned to me +with a surly sort of kindness, and invited +me to take a glass of wine. We then +began a conversation that abounded, on his +part, with sturdy sense, and, somehow or +other, brought me closer to him than I +had yet stood to an Englishman. I should +hardly have taken him to be an educated +man, certainly not a scholar of accurate +training; and yet he seemed to have all +the resources of education and trained intellectual +power at command. My fresh +Americanism, and watchful observation of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_551" id="Page_551">[551]</a></span> +English characteristics, appeared either to +interest or amuse him, or perhaps both. +Under the mollifying influences of abundance +of meat and drink, he grew very +gracious (not that I ought to use such a +phrase to describe his evidently genuine +good-will), and by and by expressed a wish +for further acquaintance, asking me to call +at his rooms in London and inquire for +Sergeant Wilkins,—throwing out the name +forcibly, as if he had no occasion to be +ashamed of it. I remembered Dean Swift's +retort to Sergeant Bettesworth on a similar +announcement,—"Of what regiment, pray, +sir?"—and fancied that the same question +might not have been quite amiss, if applied +to the rugged individual at my side. But +I heard of him subsequently as one of the +prominent men at the English bar, a rough +customer, and a terribly strong champion in +criminal cases; and it caused me more regret +than might have been expected, on so +slight an acquaintanceship, when, not long +afterwards, I saw his death announced in +the newspapers. Not rich in attractive +qualities, he possessed, I think, the most +attractive one of all,—thorough manhood.</p> + +<p>After the cloth was removed, a goodly +group of decanters were set before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_552" id="Page_552">[552]</a></span> +Mayor, who sent them forth on their outward +voyage, full freighted with Port, +Sherry, Madeira, and Claret, of which excellent +liquors, methought, the latter found +least acceptance among the guests. When +every man had filled his glass, his Worship +stood up and proposed a toast. It was, of +course, "Our gracious Sovereign," or words +to that effect; and immediately a band of +musicians, whose preliminary tootings and +thrummings I had already heard behind +me, struck up "God save the Queen!" and +the whole company rose with one impulse +to assist in singing that famous national +anthem. It was the first time in my life +that I had ever seen a body of men, or +even a single man, under the active influence +of the sentiment of Loyalty; for, +though we call ourselves loyal to our country +and institutions, and prove it by our +readiness to shed blood and sacrifice life in +their behalf, still the principle is as cold +and hard, in an American bosom, as the +steel spring that puts in motion a powerful +machinery. In the Englishman's system, +a force similar to that of our steel spring +is generated by the warm throbbings of +human hearts. He clothes our bare abstraction +in flesh and blood,—at present,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_553" id="Page_553">[553]</a></span> +in the flesh and blood of a woman,—and +manages to combine love, awe, and intellectual +reverence, all in one emotion, and +to embody his mother, his wife, his children, +the whole idea of kindred, in a single +person, and make her the representative of +his country and its laws. We Americans +smile superior, as I did at the Mayor's +table; and yet, I fancy, we lose some very +agreeable titillations of the heart in consequence +of our proud prerogative of caring +no more about our President than for a +man of straw, or a stuffed scarecrow straddling +in a cornfield.</p> + +<p>But, to say the truth, the spectacle +struck me rather ludicrously, to see this +party of stout middle-aged and elderly gentlemen, +in the fullness of meat and drink, +their ample and ruddy faces glistening with +wine, perspiration, and enthusiasm, rumbling +out those strange old stanzas from the +very bottom of their hearts and stomachs, +which two organs, in the English interior +arrangement, lie closer together than in +ours. The song seemed to me the rudest +old ditty in the world; but I could not wonder +at its universal acceptance and indestructible +popularity, considering how inimitably +it expresses the national faith and feeling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_554" id="Page_554">[554]</a></span> +as regards the inevitable righteousness of +England, the Almighty's consequent respect +and partiality for that redoubtable +little island, and his presumed readiness to +strengthen its defense against the contumacious +wickedness and knavery of all +other principalities or republics. Tennyson +himself, though evidently English to +the very last prejudice, could not write half +so good a song for the purpose. Finding +that the entire dinner-table struck in, with +voices of every pitch between rolling thunder +and the squeak of a cart-wheel, and that +the strain was not of such delicacy as to be +much hurt by the harshest of them, I determined +to lend my own assistance in +swelling the triumphant roar. It seemed +but a proper courtesy to the first Lady in +the land, whose guest, in the largest sense, +I might consider myself. Accordingly, my +first tuneful efforts (and probably my last, +for I purpose not to sing any more, unless +it be "Hail Columbia" on the restoration +of the Union) were poured freely forth in +honor of Queen Victoria. The Sergeant +smiled like the carved head of a Swiss +nutcracker, and the other gentlemen in +my neighborhood, by nods and gestures, +evinced grave approbation of so suitable a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_555" id="Page_555">[555]</a></span> +tribute to English superiority; and we finished +our stave and sat down in an extremely +happy frame of mind.</p> + +<p>Other toasts followed in honor of the +great institutions and interests of the country, +and speeches in response to each were +made by individuals whom the Mayor designated +or the company called for. None +of them impressed me with a very high +idea of English post-prandial oratory. It +is inconceivable, indeed, what ragged and +shapeless utterances most Englishmen are +satisfied to give vent to, without attempting +anything like artistic shape, but clapping +on a patch here and another there, +and ultimately getting out what they want +to say, and generally with a result of sufficiently +good sense, but in some such disorganized +mass as if they had thrown it up +rather than spoken it. It seemed to me +that this was almost as much by choice +as necessity. An Englishman, ambitious +of public favor, should not be too smooth. +If an orator is glib, his countrymen distrust +him. They dislike smartness. The +stronger and heavier his thoughts, the +better, provided there be an element of +commonplace running through them; and +any rough, yet never vulgar, force of expression,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_556" id="Page_556">[556]</a></span> +such as would knock an opponent +down if it hit him, only it must not be too +personal, is altogether to their taste; but a +studied neatness of language, or other such +superficial graces, they cannot abide. They +do not often permit a man to make himself +a fine orator of malice aforethought, that is, +unless he be a nobleman (as, for example, +Lord Stanley, of the Derby family), who, +as an hereditary legislator and necessarily +a public speaker, is bound to remedy a poor +natural delivery in the best way he can. +On the whole, I partly agree with them, +and, if I cared for any oratory whatever, +should be as likely to applaud theirs as our +own. When an English speaker sits down, +you feel that you have been listening to +a real man, and not to an actor; his sentiments +have a wholesome earth-smell in +them, though, very likely, this apparent +naturalness is as much an art as what we +expend in rounding a sentence or elaborating +a peroration.</p> + +<p>It is one good effect of this inartificial +style, that nobody in England seems to +feel any shyness about shoveling the untrimmed +and untrimmable ideas out of his +mind for the benefit of an audience. At +least, nobody did on the occasion now in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_557" id="Page_557">[557]</a></span> +hand, except a poor little Major of Artillery, +who responded for the Army in a +thin, quavering voice, with a terribly hesitating +trickle of fragmentary ideas, and, I +question not, would rather have been bayoneted +in front of his batteries than to have +said a word. Not his own mouth, but +the cannon's, was this poor Major's proper +organ of utterance.</p> + +<p>While I was thus amiably occupied in +criticising my fellow-guests, the Mayor +had got up to propose another toast; and +listening rather inattentively to the first +sentence or two, I soon became sensible of +a drift in his Worship's remarks that made +me glance apprehensively towards Sergeant +Wilkins. "Yes," grumbled that gruff personage, +shoving a decanter of Port towards +me, "it is your turn next;" and seeing in +my face, I suppose, the consternation of a +wholly unpracticed orator, he kindly added, +"It is nothing. A mere acknowledgment +will answer the purpose. The less you +say, the better they will like it." That +being the case, I suggested that perhaps +they would like it best if I said nothing +at all. But the Sergeant shook his head. +Now, on first receiving the Mayor's invitation +to dinner, it had occurred to me that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_558" id="Page_558">[558]</a></span> +I might possibly be brought into my present +predicament; but I had dismissed the +idea from my mind as too disagreeable to +be entertained, and, moreover, as so alien +from my disposition and character that +Fate surely could not keep such a misfortune +in store for me. If nothing else prevented, +an earthquake or the crack of doom +would certainly interfere before I need rise +to speak. Yet here was the Mayor getting +on inexorably,—and, indeed, I heartily +wished that he might get on and on forever, +and of his wordy wanderings find no +end.</p> + +<p>If the gentle reader, my kindest friend +and closest confidant, deigns to desire it, I +can impart to him my own experience as +a public speaker quite as indifferently as +if it concerned another person. Indeed, it +does concern another, or a mere spectral +phenomenon, for it was not I, in my proper +and natural self, that sat there at table or +subsequently rose to speak. At the moment, +then, if the choice had been offered +me whether the Mayor should let off a +speech at my head or a pistol, I should +unhesitatingly have taken the latter alternative. +I had really nothing to say, not an +idea in my head, nor, which was a great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_559" id="Page_559">[559]</a></span> +deal worse, any flowing words or embroidered +sentences in which to dress out that +empty Nothing, and give it a cunning aspect +of intelligence, such as might last the +poor vacuity the little time it had to live. +But time pressed; the Mayor brought his +remarks, affectionately eulogistic of the +United States and highly complimentary +to their distinguished representative at +that table, to a close, amid a vast deal of +cheering; and the band struck up "Hail +Columbia," I believe, though it might have +been "Old Hundred," or "God save the +Queen" over again, for anything that I +should have known or cared. When the +music ceased, there was an intensely disagreeable +instant, during which I seemed +to rend away and fling off the habit of a +lifetime, and rose, still void of ideas, but +with preternatural composure, to make a +speech. The guests rattled on the table, +and cried, "Hear!" most vociferously, as +if now, at length, in this foolish and idly +garrulous world, had come the long-expected +moment when one golden word was +to be spoken; and in that imminent crisis, +I caught a glimpse of a little bit of an effusion +of international sentiment, which it +might, and must, and should do to utter.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_560" id="Page_560">[560]</a></span></p> + +<p>Well; it was nothing, as the Sergeant +had said. What surprised me most was +the sound of my own voice, which I had +never before heard at declamatory pitch, +and which impressed me as belonging to +some other person, who, and not myself, +would be responsible for the speech: a +prodigious consolation and encouragement +under the circumstances! I went on without +the slightest embarrassment, and sat +down amid great applause, wholly undeserved +by anything that I had spoken, but +well won from Englishmen, methought, by +the new development of pluck that alone +had enabled me to speak at all. "It was +handsomely done!" quoth Sergeant Wilkins; +and I felt like a recruit who had +been for the first time under fire.<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Anybody may make an after-dinner speech who will +be content to talk onward without saying anything. My +speech was not more than two or three inches long; +and, considering that I did not know a soul there, except +the Mayor himself, and that I am wholly unpracticed +in all sorts of oratory, and that I had nothing to +say, it was quite successful. I hardly thought it was in +me, but, being once started, I felt no embarrassment, +and went through it as coolly as if I were going to be +hanged.—I. 429.</p></div> + +<p>I would gladly have ended my oratorical +career then and there forever, but was +often placed in a similar or worse position, +and compelled to meet it as I best might; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_561" id="Page_561">[561]</a></span>for this was one of the necessities of an +office which I had voluntarily taken on my +shoulders, and beneath which I might be +crushed by no moral delinquency on my +own part, but could not shirk without cowardice +and shame. My subsequent fortune +was various. Once, though I felt it +to be a kind of imposture, I got a speech +by heart, and doubtless it might have been +a very pretty one, only I forgot every syllable +at the moment of need, and had to improvise +another as well as I could. I found +it a better method to prearrange a few +points in my mind, and trust to the spur +of the occasion, and the kind aid of Providence, +for enabling me to bring them to +bear. The presence of any considerable +proportion of personal friends generally +dumfounded me. I would rather have +talked with an enemy in the gate. Invariably, +too, I was much embarrassed by a +small audience, and succeeded better with +a large one,—the sympathy of a multitude +possessing a buoyant effect, which lifts the +speaker a little way out of his individuality, +and tosses him towards a perhaps +better range of sentiment than his private +one. Again, if I rose carelessly and +confidently, with an expectation of going<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_562" id="Page_562">[562]</a></span> +through the business entirely at my ease, +I often found that I had little or nothing +to say; whereas, if I came to the charge +in perfect despair, and at a crisis when +failure would have been horrible, it once +or twice happened that the frightful emergency +concentrated my poor faculties, and +enabled me to give definite and vigorous +expression to sentiments which an instant +before looked as vague and far off as the +clouds in the atmosphere. On the whole, +poor as my own success may have been, I +apprehend that any intelligent man with a +tongue possesses the chief requisite of oratorical +power, and may develop many of +the others, if he deems it worth while to +bestow a great amount of labor and pains +on an object which the most accomplished +orators, I suspect, have not found altogether +satisfactory to their highest impulses. +At any rate, it must be a remarkably +true man who can keep his own +elevated conception of truth when the +lower feeling of a multitude is assailing his +natural sympathies, and who can speak out +frankly the best that there is in him, when +by adulterating it a little, or a good deal, +he knows that he may make it ten times +as acceptable to the audience.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_563" id="Page_563">[563]</a></span></p> + +<p>This slight article on the civic banquets +of England would be too wretchedly imperfect +without an attempted description of a +Lord Mayor's dinner at the Mansion House +in London. I should have preferred the +annual feast at Guildhall, but never had +the good fortune to witness it. Once, however, +I was honored with an invitation to +one of the regular dinners, and gladly accepted +it,—taking the precaution, nevertheless, +though it hardly seemed necessary, +to inform the City-King, through a mutual +friend, that I was no fit representative +of American eloquence, and must humbly +make it a condition that I should not be +expected to open my mouth, except for the +reception of his Lordship's bountiful hospitality. +The reply was gracious and acquiescent; +so that I presented myself in the +great entrance-hall of the Mansion House, +at half-past six o'clock, in a state of most +enjoyable freedom from the pusillanimous +apprehensions that often tormented me +at such times. The Mansion House was +built in Queen Anne's days, in the very +heart of old London, and is a palace worthy +of its inhabitant, were he really as great +a man as his traditionary state and pomp +would seem to indicate. Times are changed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_564" id="Page_564">[564]</a></span> +however, since the days of Whittington, or +even of Hogarth's Industrious Apprentice, +to whom the highest imaginable reward of +lifelong integrity was a seat in the Lord +Mayor's chair. People nowadays say that +the real dignity and importance have perished +out of the office, as they do, sooner or +later, out of all earthly institutions, leaving +only a painted and gilded shell like that of +an Easter egg, and that it is only second-rate +and third-rate men who now condescend +to be ambitious of the Mayoralty. +I felt a little grieved at this; for the original +emigrants of New England had strong +sympathies with the people of London, who +were mostly Puritans in religion and Parliamentarians +in politics, in the early days +of our country; so that the Lord Mayor was +a potentate of huge dimensions in the estimation +of our forefathers, and held to be +hardly second to the prime minister of the +throne. The true great men of the city +now appear to have aims beyond city greatness, +connecting themselves with national +politics, and seeking to be identified with +the aristocracy of the country.</p> + +<p>In the entrance-hall I was received by +a body of footmen dressed in a livery of +blue coats and buff breeches, in which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_565" id="Page_565">[565]</a></span> +they looked wonderfully like American +Revolutionary generals, only bedizened +with far more lace and embroidery than +those simple and grand old heroes ever +dreamed of wearing. There were likewise +two very imposing figures, whom I should +have taken to be military men of rank, being +arrayed in scarlet coats and large silver +epaulets; but they turned out to be officers +of the Lord Mayor's household, and were +now employed in assigning to the guests +the places which they were respectively to +occupy at the dinner-table. Our names +(for I had included myself in a little group +of friends) were announced; and ascending +the staircase, we met his Lordship in the +doorway of the first reception-room, where, +also, we had the advantage of a presentation +to the Lady Mayoress. As this distinguished +couple retired into private life +at the termination of their year of office, it +is inadmissible to make any remarks, critical +or laudatory, on the manners and bearing +of two personages suddenly emerging +from a position of respectable mediocrity +into one of preëminent dignity within +their own sphere. Such individuals almost +always seem to grow nearly or quite to +the full size of their office. If it were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_566" id="Page_566">[566]</a></span> +desirable to write an essay on the latent +aptitude of ordinary people for grandeur, +we have an exemplification in our own +country, and on a scale incomparably +greater than that of the Mayoralty, though +invested with nothing like the outward +magnificence that gilds and embroiders the +latter. If I have been correctly informed, +the Lord Mayor's salary is exactly double +that of the President of the United States, +and yet is found very inadequate to his necessary +expenditure.</p> + +<p>There were two reception-rooms, thrown +into one by the opening of wide folding-doors; +and though in an old style, and not +yet so old as to be venerable, they are +remarkably handsome apartments, lofty as +well as spacious, with carved ceilings and +walls, and at either end a splendid fireplace +of white marble, ornamented with sculptured +wreaths of flowers and foliage. The +company were about three hundred, many +of them celebrities in politics, war, literature, +and science, though I recollect none +preëminently distinguished in either department. +But it is certainly a pleasant +mode of doing honor to men of literature, +for example, who deserve well of the public, +yet do not often meet it face to face, thus<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_567" id="Page_567">[567]</a></span> +to bring them together under genial auspices, +in connection with persons of note +in other lines. I know not what may be +the Lord Mayor's mode or principle of +selecting his guests, nor whether, during +his official term, he can proffer his hospitality +to every man of noticeable talent +in the wide world of London, nor, in fine, +whether his Lordship's invitation is much +sought for or valued; but it seemed to me +that this periodical feast is one of the many +sagacious methods which the English have +contrived for keeping up a good understanding +among different sorts of people. +Like most other distinctions of society, +however, I presume that the Lord Mayor's +card does not often seek out modest merit, +but comes at last when the recipient is +conscious of the bore, and doubtful about +the honor.</p> + +<p>One very pleasant characteristic, which +I never met with at any other public or +partially public dinner, was the presence +of ladies. No doubt, they were principally +the wives and daughters of city magnates; +and if we may judge from the many sly +allusions in old plays and satirical poems, +the city of London has always been famous +for the beauty of its women and the reciprocal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_568" id="Page_568">[568]</a></span> +attractions between them and the +men of quality. Be that as it might, while +straying hither and thither through those +crowded apartments, I saw much reason for +modifying certain heterodox opinions which +I had imbibed, in my Transatlantic newness +and rawness, as regarded the delicate +character and frequent occurrence of English +beauty. To state the entire truth +(being, at this period, some years old in +English life), my taste, I fear, had long +since begun to be deteriorated by acquaintance +with other models of feminine loveliness +than it was my happiness to know +in America. I often found, or seemed to +find, if I may dare to confess it, in the +persons of such of my dear countrywomen +as I now occasionally met, a certain meagreness +(Heaven forbid that I should call +it scrawniness!), a deficiency of physical +development, a scantiness, so to speak, in +the pattern of their material make, a paleness +of complexion, a thinness of voice,—all +of which characteristics, nevertheless, +only made me resolve so much the more +sturdily to uphold these fair creatures as +angels, because I was sometimes driven to +a half-acknowledgment that the English +ladies, looked at from a lower point of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_569" id="Page_569">[569]</a></span> +view, were perhaps a little finer animals +than they. The advantages of the latter, +if any they could really be said to have, +were all comprised in a few additional +lumps of clay on their shoulders and other +parts of their figures. It would be a pitiful +bargain to give up the ethereal charm +of American beauty in exchange for half a +hundred-weight of human clay!</p> + +<p>At a given signal we all found our way +into an immense room, called the Egyptian +Hall, I know not why, except that the +architecture was classic, and as different +as possible from the ponderous style of +Memphis and the Pyramids. A powerful +band played inspiringly as we entered, and +a brilliant profusion of light shone down +on two long tables, extending the whole +length of the hall, and a cross-table between +them, occupying nearly its entire +breadth. Glass gleamed and silver glistened +on an acre or two of snowy damask, +over which were set out all the accompaniments +of a stately feast. We found our +places without much difficulty, and the +Lord Mayor's chaplain implored a blessing +on the food,—a ceremony which the English +never omit, at a great dinner or a +small one, yet consider, I fear, not so much<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_570" id="Page_570">[570]</a></span> +a religious rite as a sort of preliminary +relish before the soup.</p> + +<p>The soup, of course, on this occasion, +was turtle, of which, in accordance with +immemorial custom, each guest was allowed +two platefuls, in spite of the otherwise immitigable +law of table-decorum. Indeed, +judging from the proceedings of the +gentlemen near me, I surmised that there +was no practical limit, except the appetite +of the guests and the capacity of the soup-tureens. +Not being fond of this civic +dainty, I partook of it but once, and then +only in accordance with the wise maxim, +always to taste a fruit, a wine, or a celebrated +dish, at its indigenous site; and the +fountain-head of turtle-soup, I suppose, is +in the Lord Mayor's dinner-pot. It is one +of those orthodox customs which people +follow for half a century without knowing +why, to drink a sip of rum-punch, in a very +small tumbler, after the soup. It was excellently +well-brewed, and it seemed to me +almost worth while to sup the soup for the +sake of sipping the punch. The rest of +the dinner was catalogued in a bill-of-fare +printed on delicate white paper within an +arabesque border of green and gold. It +looked very good, not only in the English<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_571" id="Page_571">[571]</a></span> +and French names of the numerous dishes, +but also in the positive reality of the dishes +themselves, which were all set on the table +to be carved and distributed by the guests. +This ancient and honest method is attended +with a good deal of trouble, and a lavish +effusion of gravy, yet by no means bestowed +or dispensed in vain, because you +have thereby the absolute assurance of a +banquet actually before your eyes, instead +of a shadowy promise in the bill-of-fare, +and such meagre fulfillment as a single +guest can contrive to get upon his individual +plate. I wonder that Englishmen, who +are fond of looking at prize-oxen in the +shape of butcher's meat, do not generally +better estimate the æsthetic gormandism +of devouring the whole dinner with their +eyesight, before proceeding to nibble the +comparatively few morsels which, after all, +the most heroic appetite and widest stomachic +capacity of mere mortals can enable +even an alderman really to eat. There fell +to my lot three delectable things enough, +which I take pains to remember, that the +reader may not go away wholly unsatisfied +from the Barmecide feast to which I have +bidden him,—a red mullet, a plate of +mushrooms, exquisitely stewed, and part of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_572" id="Page_572">[572]</a></span> +a ptarmigan, a bird of the same family as +the grouse, but feeding high up towards +the summit of the Scotch mountains, +whence it gets a wild delicacy of flavor +very superior to that of the artificially nurtured +English game-fowl. All the other +dainties have vanished from my memory +as completely as those of Prospero's banquet +after Ariel had clapped his wings +over it. The band played at intervals inspiriting +us to new efforts, as did likewise +the sparkling wines which the footmen +supplied from an inexhaustible cellar, and +which the guests quaffed with little apparent +reference to the disagreeable fact that +there comes a to-morrow morning after +every feast. As long as that shall be the +case, a prudent man can never have full +enjoyment of his dinner.</p> + +<p>Nearly opposite to me, on the other side +of the table, sat a young lady in white, +whom I am sorely tempted to describe, +but dare not, because not only the super-eminence +of her beauty, but its peculiar +character, would cause the sketch to be +recognized, however rudely it might be +drawn. I hardly thought that there existed +such a woman outside of a picture-frame, +or the covers of a romance: not that I had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_573" id="Page_573">[573]</a></span> +ever met with her resemblance even there, +but, being so distinct and singular an apparition, +she seemed likelier to find her +sisterhood in poetry and picture than in +real life. Let us turn away from her, lest +a touch too apt should compel her stately +and cold and soft and womanly grace to +gleam out upon my page with a strange +repulsion and unattainableness in the very +spell that made her beautiful.<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> At her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_574" id="Page_574">[574]</a></span>side, and familiarly attentive to her, sat +a gentleman of whom I remember only a +hard outline of the nose and forehead, and +such a monstrous portent of a beard that +you could discover no symptom of a mouth, +except when he opened it to speak, or to +put in a morsel of food. Then, indeed, you +suddenly became aware of a cave hidden +behind the impervious and darksome shrubbery. +There could be no doubt who this +gentleman and lady were. Any child would +have recognized them at a glance. It was +Bluebeard and a new wife (the loveliest of +the series, but with already a mysterious +gloom overshadowing her fair young brow) +traveling in their honeymoon, and dining, +among other distinguished strangers, at the +Lord Mayor's table.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> My eyes were mostly drawn to a young lady, who +sat nearly opposite me, across the table. She was, I +suppose, dark, and yet not dark, but rather seemed to +be of pure white marble, yet not white; but the purest +and finest complexion, without a shade of color in it, yet +anything but sallow or sickly. Her hair was a wonderful +deep raven-black, black as night, black as death; not +raven-black, for that has a shiny gloss, and hers had +not, but it was hair never to be painted nor described,—wonderful +hair, Jewish hair. Her nose had a beautiful +outline, though I could see that it was Jewish too; +and that, and all her features, were so fine that sculpture +seemed a despicable art beside her, and certainly my pen +is good for nothing. If any likeness could be given, +however, it must be by sculpture, not painting. She +was slender and youthful, and yet had a stately and +cold, though soft and womanly grace; and, looking at +her, I saw what were the wives of the old patriarchs in +their maiden or early-married days,—what Judith was, +for, womanly as she looked, I doubt not she could have +slain a man in a just cause,—what Bathsheba was, only +she seemed to have no sin in her,—perhaps what Eve +was, though one could hardly think her weak enough to +eat the apple.... Whether owing to distinctness of +race, my sense that she was a Jewess, or whatever else, +I felt a sort of repugnance, simultaneously with my perception +that she was an admirable creature.—II. 238.</p></div> + +<p>After an hour or two of valiant achievement +with knife and fork came the dessert; +and at the point of the festival where +finger-glasses are usually introduced, a +large silver basin was carried round to the +guests, containing rose-water, into which +we dipped the ends of our napkins and +were conscious of a delightful fragrance, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_575" id="Page_575">[575]</a></span>instead of that heavy and weary odor, the +hateful ghost of a defunct dinner. This +seems to be an ancient custom of the +city, not confined to the Lord Mayor's +table, but never met with westward of +Temple Bar.</p> + +<p>During all the feast, in accordance with +another ancient custom, the origin or purport +of which I do not remember to have +heard, there stood a man in armor, with a +helmet on his head, behind his Lordship's +chair. When the after-dinner wine was +placed on the table, still another official +personage appeared behind the chair, and +proceeded to make a solemn and sonorous +proclamation (in which he enumerated the +principal guests, comprising three or four +noblemen, several baronets, and plenty of +generals, members of Parliament, aldermen, +and other names of the illustrious, one of +which sounded strangely familiar to my +ears), ending in some such style as this: +"and other gentlemen and ladies, here +present, the Lord Mayor drinks to you all +in a loving-cup,"—giving a sort of sentimental +twang to the two words,—"and +sends it round among you!" And forthwith +the loving-cup—several of them, +indeed, on each side of the tables—came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_576" id="Page_576">[576]</a></span> +slowly down with all the antique ceremony.</p> + +<p>The fashion of it is thus. The Lord +Mayor, standing up and taking the covered +cup in both hands, presents it to the guest +at his elbow, who likewise rises, and removes +the cover for his Lordship to drink, +which being successfully accomplished, the +guest replaces the cover and receives the +cup into his own hands. He then presents +it to his next neighbor, that the cover may +be again removed for himself to take a +draught, after which the third person goes +through a similar manœuvre with a fourth, +and he with a fifth, until the whole company +find themselves inextricably inter-twisted +and entangled in one complicated +chain of love. When the cup came to my +hands, I examined it critically, both inside +and out, and perceived it to be an antique +and richly ornamented silver goblet, capable +of holding about a quart of wine. Considering +how much trouble we all expended +in getting the cup to our lips, the guests +appeared to content themselves with wonderfully +moderate potations. In truth, +nearly or quite the original quart of wine +being still in the goblet, it seemed doubtful +whether any of the company had more +than barely touched the silver rim before<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_577" id="Page_577">[577]</a></span> +passing it to their neighbors,—a degree of +abstinence that might be accounted for by +a fastidious repugnance to so many compotators +in one cup, or possibly by a disapprobation +of the liquor. Being curious to +know all about these important matters, +with a view of recommending to my +countrymen whatever they might usefully +adopt, I drank an honest sip from the loving-cup, +and had no occasion for another,—ascertaining +it to be Claret of a poor +original quality, largely mingled with water, +and spiced and sweetened. It was good +enough, however, for a merely spectral or +ceremonial drink, and could never have +been intended for any better purpose.</p> + +<p>The toasts now began in the customary +order, attended with speeches neither more +nor less witty and ingenious than the specimens +of table eloquence which had heretofore +delighted me. As preparatory to +each new display, the herald, or whatever +he was, behind the chair of state, gave +awful notice that the Right Honorable +the Lord Mayor was about to propose +a toast. His Lordship being happily delivered +thereof, together with some accompanying +remarks, the band played an +appropriate tune, and the herald again<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_578" id="Page_578">[578]</a></span> +issued proclamation to the effect that such +or such a nobleman, or gentleman, general, +dignified clergyman, or what not, was going +to respond to the Right Honorable the +Lord Mayor's toast; then, if I mistake not, +there was another prodigious flourish of +trumpets and twanging of stringed instruments; +and, finally, the doomed individual, +waiting all this while to be decapitated, +got up and proceeded to make a fool of +himself. A bashful young earl tried his +maiden oratory on the good citizens of +London, and, having evidently got every +word by heart (even including, however +he managed it, the most seemingly casual +improvisations of the moment), he really +spoke like a book, and made incomparably +the smoothest speech I ever heard in England.</p> + +<p>The weight and gravity of the speakers, +not only on this occasion, but all similar +ones, was what impressed me as most +extraordinary, not to say absurd. Why +should people eat a good dinner, and put +their spirits into festive trim with Champagne, +and afterwards mellow themselves +into a most enjoyable state of quietude +with copious libations of Sherry and old +Port, and then disturb the whole excellent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_579" id="Page_579">[579]</a></span> +result by listening to speeches as heavy as +an after-dinner nap, and in no degree so +refreshing? If the Champagne had thrown +its sparkle over the surface of these effusions, +or if the generous Port had shone +through their substance with a ruddy glow +of the old English humor, I might have +seen a reason for honest gentlemen prattling +in their cups, and should undoubtedly +have been glad to be a listener. But there +was no attempt nor impulse of the kind on +the part of the orators, nor apparent expectation +of such a phenomenon on that of +the audience. In fact, I imagine that the +latter were best pleased when the speaker +embodied his ideas in the figurative language +of arithmetic, or struck upon any +hard matter of business or statistics, as +a heavy-laden bark bumps upon a rock +in mid-ocean.<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> The sad severity, the too +earnest utilitarianism, of modern life, have +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_580" id="Page_580">[580]</a></span>wrought a radical and lamentable change, +I am afraid, in this ancient and goodly +institution of civic banquets. People used +to come to them, a few hundred years ago, +for the sake of being jolly; they come now +with an odd notion of pouring sober wisdom +into their wine by way of wormwood-bitters, +and thus make such a mess of it +that the wine and wisdom reciprocally +spoil one another.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> I rather think that Englishmen would purposely +avoid eloquence or neatness in after-dinner speeches. It +seems to be no part of their object. Yet any Englishman +almost, much more generally than Americans, will +stand up and talk on in a plain way, uttering one rough, +ragged, and shapeless sentence after another, and will +have expressed himself sensibly, though in a very rude +manner, before he sits down. And this is quite satisfactory +to his audience, who, indeed, are rather prejudiced +against the man who speaks too glibly.—I. 540.</p></div> + +<p>Possibly, the foregoing sentiments have +taken a spice of acridity from a circumstance +that happened about this stage of +the feast, and very much interrupted my +own further enjoyment of it. Up to this +time, my condition had been exceedingly +felicitous, both on account of the brilliancy +of the scene, and because I was in close +proximity with three very pleasant English +friends. One of them was a lady, whose +honored name my readers would recognize +as a household word, if I dared write it; +another, a gentleman, likewise well known +to them, whose fine taste, kind heart, and +genial cultivation are qualities seldom +mixed in such happy proportion as in him. +The third was the man to whom I owed +most in England, the warm benignity of +whose nature was never weary of doing me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_581" id="Page_581">[581]</a></span> +good, who led me to many scenes of life, +in town, camp, and country, which I never +could have found out for myself, who knew +precisely the kind of help a stranger needs, +and gave it as freely as if he had not had a +thousand more important things to live for. +Thus I never felt safer or cosier at anybody's +fireside, even my own, than at the +dinner-table of the Lord Mayor.</p> + +<p>Out of this serene sky came a thunderbolt. +His Lordship got up and proceeded +to make some very eulogistic remarks upon +"the literary and commercial"—I question +whether those two adjectives were +ever before married by a copulative conjunction, +and they certainly would not live +together in illicit intercourse, of their own +accord—"the literary and commercial attainments +of an eminent gentleman there +present," and then went on to speak of +the relations of blood and interest between +Great Britain and the aforesaid eminent +gentleman's native country. Those bonds +were more intimate than had ever before +existed between two great nations, throughout +all history, and his Lordship felt assured +that that whole honorable company +would join him in the expression of a fervent +wish that they might be held inviolably<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_582" id="Page_582">[582]</a></span> +sacred, on both sides of the Atlantic, +now and forever. Then came the same +wearisome old toast, dry and hard to chew +upon as a musty sea-biscuit, which had been +the text of nearly all the oratory of my +public career. The herald sonorously announced +that Mr. So-and-so would now respond +to his Right Honorable Lordship's +toast and speech, the trumpets sounded the +customary flourish for the onset, there was +a thunderous rumble of anticipatory applause, +and finally a deep silence sank upon +the festive hall.</p> + +<p>All this was a horrid piece of treachery +on the Lord Mayor's part, after beguiling +me within his lines on a pledge of safe-conduct; +and it seemed very strange that he +could not let an unobtrusive individual eat +his dinner in peace, drink a small sample +of the Mansion House wine, and go away +grateful at heart for the old English hospitality. +If his Lordship had sent me an +infusion of ratsbane in the loving-cup, I +should have taken it much more kindly at +his hands. But I suppose the secret of the +matter to have been somewhat as follows.</p> + +<p>All England, just then, was in one of +those singular fits of panic excitement (not +fear, though as sensitive and tremulous as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_583" id="Page_583">[583]</a></span> +that emotion), which, in consequence of +the homogeneous character of the people, +their intense patriotism, and their dependence +for their ideas in public affairs on +other sources than their own examination +and individual thought, are more sudden, +pervasive, and unreasoning than any similar +mood of our own public. In truth, I +have never seen the American public in a +state at all similar, and believe that we are +incapable of it. Our excitements are not +impulsive, like theirs, but, right or wrong, +are moral and intellectual. For example, +the grand rising of the North, at the commencement +of this war, bore the aspect +of impulse and passion only because it was +so universal, and necessarily done in a moment, +just as the quiet and simultaneous +getting-up of a thousand people out of +their chairs would cause a tumult that +might be mistaken for a storm. We were +cool then, and have been cool ever since, +and shall remain cool to the end, which +we shall take coolly, whatever it may be. +There is nothing which the English find it +so difficult to understand in us as this characteristic. +They imagine us, in our collective +capacity, a kind of wild beast, whose +normal condition is savage fury, and are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_584" id="Page_584">[584]</a></span> +always looking for the moment when we +shall break through the slender barriers of +international law and comity, and compel +the reasonable part of the world, with themselves +at the head, to combine for the purpose +of putting us into a stronger cage. +At times this apprehension becomes so +powerful (and when one man feels it, a +million do) that it resembles the passage of +the wind over a broad field of grain, where +you see the whole crop bending and swaying +beneath one impulse, and each separate +stalk tossing with the self-same disturbance +as its myriad companions. At +such periods all Englishmen talk with a +terrible identity of sentiment and expression. +You have the whole country in +each man; and not one of them all, if you +put him strictly to the question, can give a +reasonable ground for his alarm. There +are but two nations in the world—our +own country and France—that can put +England into this singular state. It is the +united sensitiveness of a people extremely +well-to-do, careful of their country's honor, +most anxious for the preservation of the +cumbrous and moss-grown prosperity which +they have been so long in consolidating, +and incompetent (owing to the national<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_585" id="Page_585">[585]</a></span> +half-sightedness, and their habit of trusting +to a few leading minds for their public +opinion) to judge when that prosperity is +really threatened.</p> + +<p>If the English were accustomed to look +at the foreign side of any international +dispute, they might easily have satisfied +themselves that there was very little +danger of a war at that particular crisis, +from the simple circumstance that their +own Government had positively not an +inch of honest ground to stand upon, and +could not fail to be aware of the fact. +Neither could they have met Parliament +with any show of a justification for incurring +war. It was no such perilous juncture +as exists now, when law and right are +really controverted on sustainable or plausible +grounds, and a naval commander may +at any moment fire off the first cannon of +a terrible contest. If I remember it correctly, +it was a mere diplomatic squabble, +in which the British ministers, with the +politic generosity which they are in the +habit of showing towards their official subordinates, +had tried to browbeat us for the +purpose of sustaining an ambassador in an +indefensible proceeding; and the American +Government (for God had not denied us an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_586" id="Page_586">[586]</a></span> +administration of statesmen then) had retaliated +with stanch courage and exquisite +skill, putting inevitably a cruel mortification +upon their opponents, but indulging +them with no pretense whatever for active +resentment.</p> + +<p>Now the Lord Mayor, like any other +Englishman, probably fancied that War +was on the western gale, and was glad to +lay hold of even so insignificant an American +as myself, who might be made to harp +on the rusty old strings of national sympathies, +identity of blood and interest, and +community of language and literature, and +whisper peace where there was no peace, +in however weak an utterance. And possibly +his Lordship thought, in his wisdom, +that the good feeling which was sure to be +expressed by a company of well-bred Englishmen, +at his august and far-famed dinner-table, +might have an appreciable influence +on the grand result. Thus, when the Lord +Mayor invited me to his feast, it was a +piece of strategy. He wanted to induce +me to fling myself, like a lesser Curtius, +with a larger object of self-sacrifice, into +the chasm of discord between England and +America, and, on my ignominious demur, +had resolved to shove me in with his own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_587" id="Page_587">[587]</a></span> +right-honorable hands, in the hope of closing +up the horrible pit forever. On the +whole, I forgive his Lordship. He meant +well by all parties,—himself, who would +share the glory, and me, who ought to have +desired nothing better than such an heroic +opportunity,—his own country, which +would continue to get cotton and bread-stuffs, +and mine, which would get everything +that men work with and wear.</p> + +<p>As soon as the Lord Mayor began to +speak, I rapped upon my mind, and it +gave forth a hollow sound, being absolutely +empty of appropriate ideas. I never +thought of listening to the speech, because +I knew it all beforehand in twenty repetitions +from other lips, and was aware that it +would not offer a single suggestive point. +In this dilemma, I turned to one of my +three friends, a gentleman whom I knew +to possess an enviable flow of silver speech, +and obtested him, by whatever he deemed +holiest, to give me at least an available +thought or two to start with, and, once +afloat, I would trust my guardian-angel for +enabling me to flounder ashore again. He +advised me to begin with some remarks +complimentary to the Lord Mayor, and +expressive of the hereditary reverence in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_588" id="Page_588">[588]</a></span> +which his office was held,—at least, my +friend thought that there would be no +harm in giving his Lordship this little +sugar-plum, whether quite the fact or no,—was +held by the descendants of the Puritan +forefathers. Thence, if I liked, getting +flexible with the oil of my own eloquence, +I might easily slide off into the momentous +subject of the relations between England +and America, to which his Lordship had +made such weighty allusion.</p> + +<p>Seizing this handful of straw with a +death-grip, and bidding my three friends +bury me honorably, I got upon my legs to +save both countries, or perish in the attempt. +The tables roared and thundered +at me, and suddenly were silent again. +But, as I have never happened to stand in +a position of greater dignity and peril, I +deem it a stratagem of sage policy here to +close these Sketches, leaving myself still +erect in so heroic an attitude.</p> + +<hr class="chapter"> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_589" id="Page_589">[589]</a></span> + +<h2>INDEX</h2> + +<p class="index">Actress, an, in an almshouse, <a href="#Page_507">507</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">starving for admiration, <a href="#Page_508">508</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Addison, early home of, 215;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">buried among the men of rank, <a href="#Page_456">456</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Advice, as to giving, 42.</p> + +<p class="index">Ailsa Craig, <a href="#Page_358">358</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Alexander, Miss, the Lass of Ballochmyle, <a href="#Page_344">344</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Almshouse, a great English, <a href="#Page_498">498</a>-<a href="#Page_522">522</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">American flags, captured, displayed in Chelsea Hospital, <a href="#Page_435">435</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">American mercantile marine, misrepresented at Liverpool, 2, 3, 46;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its vicious system, 45, 48.</span></p> + +<p class="index">American shipmasters, cruelties of, 44-49.</p> + +<p class="index">Americans, national characteristics of, as seen by a consul, 9, 10;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">vagabond habits of, 11, 12;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">as claimants of English estates, 18, 22-31;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">growth and change the law of their existence, 93;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their scholars and critics, 190;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their light regard for the President, <a href="#Page_553">553</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">André, Major, at Lichfield, 216.</p> + +<p class="index">Anne, Queen, statue of, at Blenheim, <a href="#Page_295">295</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Antiquity, hoar, in English scenes, 90.</p> + +<p class="index">Archdeacon ale, <a href="#Page_300">300</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Armour, Jean, <a href="#Page_329">329</a>, <a href="#Page_330">330</a>, <a href="#Page_346">346</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Auchinleck, estate of, <a href="#Page_343">343</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Avon, the, arched bridge at Warwick, 105;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a sluggish river, 166.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Ayr, ride to, <a href="#Page_347">347</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its two bridges, <a href="#Page_348">348</a>.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Bacon, Lord, his Letters, 176.</p> + +<p class="index">Bacon, Miss, a very remarkable woman, 172;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">her Shakespearean theory, 172, 173, 176-178;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">her personal appearance, 174;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">her book, 179, 189, 192;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">an admirable talker, 180;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">at Stratford, 181-191;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">her plans for searching Shakespeare's grave, 182-184;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Hawthorne incurs her displeasure, 188;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">her insanity, 191;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">her death, 192.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Ballochmyle, the Lass of, <a href="#Page_344">344</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Banquets, civic, <a href="#Page_527">527</a>-<a href="#Page_588">588</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Barber Surgeons' Hall, in London, <a href="#Page_537">537</a>-<a href="#Page_539">539</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Bear and Ragged Staff, the, cognizance of the Warwick Earldom, 109;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">silver badge of, 113;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">representations of, at Leicester's Hospital, 116, 118, 133.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Beauchamp, Richard, Earl of Warwick, memorial of, 138;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">strange accident to, 139.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Beauchamp Chapel, at Warwick, 137-140.</p> + +<p class="index">Bebbington, monuments at, 85, <i>note</i>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">old village church of, 98, <i>note</i>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Beggar, a true Englishman's dislike of a, <a href="#Page_491">491</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">hardening the heart against, <a href="#Page_492">492</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a phenomenal, <a href="#Page_493">493</a>-<a href="#Page_495">495</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Belmont, August, minister at the Hague, 29.</p> + +<p class="index">Ben Lomond, <a href="#Page_358">358</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Black Swan inn, Lichfield, 199.</p> + +<p class="index">Blackheath, the wide waste of, <a href="#Page_370">370</a>-<a href="#Page_373">373</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">amusements at, <a href="#Page_373">373</a>-<a href="#Page_375">375</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Blenheim, excursion to, <a href="#Page_281">281</a>, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its park, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>-<a href="#Page_289">289</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Marlborough's Triumphal Pillar at, <a href="#Page_289">289</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its palace, <a href="#Page_289">289</a>-<a href="#Page_296">296</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its gardens, <a href="#Page_296">296</a>-<a href="#Page_298">298</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Bolton, 231.</p> + +<p class="index">Boston, old, trip to, by steamer from Lincoln, 255-259;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the river side of, 260;</span><br> +<span class="pagenum">[590]</span> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">antique-looking houses at, 263;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a bookseller's shop at, 264, 265;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its crooked and narrow streets, 275;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its Charity School scholars, 277;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">market-day in, 278.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Boswell, Sir James, grandson of Johnson's friend, <a href="#Page_343">343</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Brooke, Lord, shot near the Minster Pool, 206.</p> + +<p class="index">Brown, Capability, his lake at Blenheim, <a href="#Page_284">284</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">grounds at Nuneham Courtney, <a href="#Page_321">321</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Buchanan, James, in London, 20;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">receives Hawthorne's resignation, 55;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">calls on Miss Bacon, 178.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Buckland, Dean, swallows part of Louis XIV.'s heart, 270.</p> + +<p class="index">Bull, John, too intensely English, 101.</p> + +<p class="index">Bunker Hill, England, 279.</p> + +<p class="index">Burleigh, Lord, waistcoat of, 266.</p> + +<p class="index">Burns, Robert, his house at Dumfries, <a href="#Page_325">325</a>-<a href="#Page_327">327</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his mausoleum, <a href="#Page_329">329</a>, <a href="#Page_330">330</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">marble statue of, <a href="#Page_329">329</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his outward life, <a href="#Page_331">331</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his family pew in St. Michael's Church, <a href="#Page_334">334</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his farm of Moss Giel, <a href="#Page_337">337</a>-<a href="#Page_342">342</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his birthplace, <a href="#Page_349">349</a>-<a href="#Page_351">351</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his monument, <a href="#Page_351">351</a>-<a href="#Page_353">353</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Butchers' shops, in poor streets of London, <a href="#Page_474">474</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Carfax, the, <a href="#Page_320">320</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Caskets, burial, "a vile modern phrase," 140.</p> + +<p class="index">Cass, Lewis, responds to interference of British Minister, 46.</p> + +<p class="index">Catrine, "the clean village of Scotland," <a href="#Page_345">345</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Ceylon, wild men of, 28.</p> + +<p class="index">Charlecote Hall, 195-198.</p> + +<p class="index">Charlecote Park, 193; deer in, 194, 195.</p> + +<p class="index">Charles, the Martyr, king, 270.</p> + +<p class="index">Charles I., Vandyck's picture of, <a href="#Page_292">292</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Chelsea, <a href="#Page_433">433</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Chelsea Hospital, <a href="#Page_433">433</a>-<a href="#Page_437">437</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Chester, most curious town in England, 59.</p> + +<p class="index">Children in an English almshouse, <a href="#Page_509">509</a>-<a href="#Page_519">519</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Children, poor, in London streets, <a href="#Page_487">487</a>-<a href="#Page_489">489</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Church of the Holy Trinity, Stratford, 155.</p> + +<p class="index">Climate, English, unfavorable to open-air memorials, 83, 84.</p> + +<p class="index">Cockneys, in Greenwich Park, <a href="#Page_379">379</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Coffee-room, English, ponderous gloom of, 200.</p> + +<p class="index">Combe, John a', boon-companion of Shakespeare, 164;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">buried near Shakespeare, 168;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">marble figure of, 170;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Shakespeare's squib on, 170.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Concord River, compared with the Leam, 67.</p> + +<p class="index">Connecticut shopkeeper, a, seeking interview with the Queen, 17-21.</p> + +<p class="index">Conner, Mr., an American patron of Leicester's Hospital, 133.</p> + +<p class="index">Consul, as general adviser and helper, 31, 32, 42, 43;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">as arbiter between seamen and their officers, 44-49;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">not a favorite with shipmasters, 49;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">necessary qualifications, 51, 52;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">wrong system of appointment and removal, 52;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">important duties, 53;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">emoluments, 55, <i>note</i>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Consulate, American, in Liverpool, its location, 1;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its approaches, 1, 2;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its furnishings, 3-6;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">visitors at, 7-21;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">faithful English subordinates, 50, 51;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Hawthorne's successor at, 56.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Cook, Captain, present from Queen of Otaheite to, 266.</p> + +<p class="index">Cornwall, Barry, <a href="#Page_469">469</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Cottages, rustic laborers', 79-81.</p> + +<p class="index">Cotton, Rev. John, in Old Boston, 263, 270, 271.</p> + +<p class="index">Crystal Palace, the, <a href="#Page_438">438</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Cumnor, village of, <a href="#Page_301">301</a>; its church, <a href="#Page_302">302</a>, <a href="#Page_303">303</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Cymbeline, King, founder of Warwick, 103, 129;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">one of his original gateways, 112.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Deluge, necessity of a new, <a href="#Page_472">472</a>, <a href="#Page_518">518</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Dinner, the English idea of, <a href="#Page_527">527</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Milton on, <a href="#Page_528">528</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a perfect work of art, <a href="#Page_530">530</a>, <a href="#Page_531">531</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">an English mayor's, <a href="#Page_539">539</a>-<a href="#Page_560">560</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Lord Mayor's, at the Mansion House, <a href="#Page_563">563</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Doctor of Divinity, an erring, 33-41.</p> + +<p class="index">Doon, the bridge of, <a href="#Page_357">357</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Dowager, an English, 73-75.</p> + +<p class="index">Dudley, Earl of Leicester, establishes Leicester's Hospital, 115;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a grim sinner, 127;</span><br> + +<span class="pagenum">[591]</span> + +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his monument in Beauchamp Chapel, 137;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his long-enduring kindness, 138.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Dumfries, excursion to, <a href="#Page_325">325</a>-<a href="#Page_334">334</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Dutch government, an American under the ban of, 29.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">East winds, English, 257.</p> + +<p class="index">Edward IV., King, a lock of his hair, 140.</p> + +<p class="index">Edward the Confessor, shrine of, <a href="#Page_455">455</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Elizabeth, Queen, Secret-Book of, 269.</p> + +<p class="index">Elm, the beautiful Warwickshire, 69.</p> + +<p class="index">England, conservative, 141;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">yet the foundations of its aristocracy crumbling, 141.</span></p> + +<p class="index">English, the, forgetful of defeats, 4;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their character, massive materiality of, 23;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">secret of their practical success, 42;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">impostors betrayed by pronunciation of "been," 44;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their integrity, 51;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their love of high stone fences and shrubbery, 69, <a href="#Page_371">371</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">curious infelicity of, 100;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">like to feel the weight of the past, 111;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the very kindest people on earth, <a href="#Page_305">305</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their insular narrowness, <a href="#Page_306">306</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their inability to enjoy summer, <a href="#Page_367">367</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">original simplicity of, <a href="#Page_379">379</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">eager to know their weight, <a href="#Page_402">402</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">women not beautiful, <a href="#Page_406">406</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their contempt for fine-strained purity, <a href="#Page_408">408</a>, <a href="#Page_409">409</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">their tendency to batter one another's persons, <a href="#Page_482">482</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">English crowds, unfragrant, <a href="#Page_397">397</a>, <a href="#Page_398">398</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">English post-prandial oratory, <a href="#Page_555">555</a>, <a href="#Page_579">579</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">English village, fossilized life of an, 93.</p> + +<p class="index">English weather, 5, <a href="#Page_366">366</a>-<a href="#Page_368">368</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Englishman, a middle-aged, personal appearance of, <a href="#Page_542">542</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Epitaphs: illegible, on English gravestones, 84;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">moss-embossed, 85;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">forlorn one on John Treeo, 86, 87.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Eugene, Prince, tapestry portraits of, <a href="#Page_294">294</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Feeing, in England, 161, 162, <i>note</i>.</p> + +<p class="index">Feminine character among the London poor, <a href="#Page_481">481</a>-<a href="#Page_487">487</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Fences, English stone, adorned by Nature, 151, 152, <i>note</i>.</p> + +<p class="index">Forster, Anthony, buried in Cumnor Church, <a href="#Page_303">303</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Fruit, English, poor flavor of, <a href="#Page_364">364</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Fun of the Fair, the, <a href="#Page_399">399</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Garrick, David, boyish days at Lichfield, 216.</p> + +<p class="index">Gin-shops, London, <a href="#Page_472">472</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Girls, English and American, contrasted, 72, 75, <a href="#Page_406">406</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Godiva, Countess, picture of, <a href="#Page_535">535</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Godstowe, old nunnery of, <a href="#Page_317">317</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Gravestones, English, successive crops of, 83;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">illegible inscriptions on, 84;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">moss-embossed inscriptions on, 85.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Greenwich, its park, <a href="#Page_376">376</a>, <a href="#Page_377">377</a>, <a href="#Page_379">379</a>, <a href="#Page_380">380</a>, <a href="#Page_383">383</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its observatory, the centre of Time and Space, <a href="#Page_376">376</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its hospital, <a href="#Page_385">385</a>-<a href="#Page_396">396</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its fair, <a href="#Page_396">396</a>-<a href="#Page_408">408</a>.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Hatton, a community of old settlers, 95;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its church, 96, 97.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Hawthorne responds to toasts at civic banquets, <a href="#Page_558">558</a>-<a href="#Page_560">560</a>, <a href="#Page_582">582</a>-<a href="#Page_588">588</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Hedges, English, 149.</p> + +<p class="index">Henry V., his helmet and war-saddle displayed in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_455">455</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Highland Mary, the pocket Bible that Burns gave her, <a href="#Page_353">353</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Holbein, masterpiece of, in Barber Surgeons' Hall, <a href="#Page_537">537</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Home, a genuine British, <a href="#Page_359">359</a>-<a href="#Page_364">364</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Hotels and hotel bills, English, 162, <i>note</i>.</p> + +<p class="index">Houses of Parliament, the, <a href="#Page_431">431</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Hunt, Leigh, interview with, <a href="#Page_459">459</a>-<a href="#Page_468">468</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">final recollection of, <a href="#Page_468">468</a>.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Imogen, Shakespeare's womanliest woman, 129.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Jackson, General, bust of, 4.</p> + +<p class="index">James, G. P. R., never saw London Tower, <a href="#Page_428">428</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">James I., King, feasted by an Earl of Warwick, 119, 134.</p> + +<p class="index">Jephson, Dr., discoverer of chalybeate well at Leamington, 63.</p> + +<p class="index">Jephson Garden, on the Leam, 65-67.<br> + +<span class="pagenum">[592]</span> + +<p class="index">Johnson, Dr., born at Lichfield, 201;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">as a man, a talker, and a humorist, 202;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the great English moralist, 203;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his birthplace, 216, 217;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his statue, by Lucas, 218;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">statue in St. Paul's Cathedral, 219, <i>note</i>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">doing penance in the market-place, 220, 223, 228, 229, 230;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his faith in beef and mutton, 225.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Johnson, Michael, selling books on market-day, 221;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his book-stall, 222;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">at the Nag's Head inn, 226, 227.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Jolly Beggars, the, at Posie Nansie's inn, <a href="#Page_336">336</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Jonson, Ben, buried standing upright, <a href="#Page_451">451</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Judges, social standing of, <a href="#Page_549">549</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Kemble, John, statue of, in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_445">445</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Kirk Alloway, <a href="#Page_354">354</a>-<a href="#Page_356">356</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">"Kissing in the Ring," <a href="#Page_404">404</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Kneller, Sir Godfrey, his objection to being buried in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_449">449</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Lambeth Palace, <a href="#Page_432">432</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Lancashire, a dreary county, 231.</p> + +<p class="index">Lansdowne Circus, 60;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its houses, 61;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its inhabitants, 62.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Leam, the river, 63, 65;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the laziest in the world, 67.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Leamington Spa, 60;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a permanent watering-place, 63, 64;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the business portion of the town, 68;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">beautiful in street and suburb, 69;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">but pretentious, 70;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its aristocratic names, 71;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the throng on its principal Parade, 71, 72.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Lear, West's dreary picture of, <a href="#Page_390">390</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Leicester's Hospital at Warwick:<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">an assemblage of edifices, 112;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the twelve brethren of, 113, 115, 116, 118, 125, 131, 134, 135;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a perfect specimen, 116;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a jolly old domicile, 121;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">system of life in, 123;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the porter at, 124-126.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Lestrange, Sir Nicholas, first proprietor of Leicester's Hospital buildings, 114, 115.</p> + +<p class="index">Lichfield, 199;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">origin of the name, 201;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">birthplace of Dr. Johnson, 201, 216;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its people old-fashioned, 204;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its cathedral, 206-214.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Lillington, the village, 78;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its church, 81, 82;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its churchyard, 83-87.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Lincoln, cabs unknown there, 236;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its narrow principal street, 237;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its cathedral, 236, 239-249, 253, 254;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Roman remains at, 250;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Norman ruins at, 251.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Linkwater, Sir John, fines himself for drunkenness, <a href="#Page_548">548</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Liquor, varieties of hop and malt, in England, <a href="#Page_299">299</a>, <a href="#Page_300">300</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Liverpool, a convenient starting-point for excursions, 58.</p> + +<p class="index">Lodgings, English custom of, 70, <i>note</i>.</p> + +<p class="index">London, suburb, a, <a href="#Page_359">359</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a distant view of, <a href="#Page_373">373</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">grimy, <a href="#Page_375">375</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Lord Mayor's dinner, at the Mansion House, <a href="#Page_563">563</a>-<a href="#Page_588">588</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Lovers' Grove, at Leamington, 77.</p> + +<p class="index">Loving-cup, the Lord Mayor's, <a href="#Page_575">575</a>-<a href="#Page_577">577</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Lucy, Sir Thomas, and Shakespeare, 196.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Malay pirates, delightful qualities of, 28.</p> + +<p class="index">Mansfield, Lord, statue of, in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_445">445</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Mansion House, the, in London, <a href="#Page_563">563</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Marlborough, Duke of, Triumphal Pillar of, <a href="#Page_288">288</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Mary Queen of Scots, quilt embroidered by, 265, 271.</p> + +<p class="index">Mauchline, redolent of Burns, <a href="#Page_335">335</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">rusty and time-worn, <a href="#Page_336">336</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its chief business, <a href="#Page_346">346</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Maury, Mr., appointed consul at Liverpool by Washington, 50.</p> + +<p class="index">McClellan, General, before Richmond, 43.</p> + +<p class="index">Melville, Herman, his "Israel Potter" referred to, 13.</p> + +<p class="index">"Memory green, keep his," possible origin of the phrase, 86.</p> + +<p class="index">Methodist open-air preaching in Greenwich Park, <a href="#Page_380">380</a>-<a href="#Page_383">383</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Minster Pool, the, at Lichfield, 205.</p> + +<p class="index">Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley, monument to, in Lichfield Cathedral, 211.</p> + +<p class="index">Moss Giel, Burns's farm of, <a href="#Page_337">337</a>-<a href="#Page_342">342</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Museum, the British, too many materials for knowledge in, <a href="#Page_384">384</a>, <i>note</i>.</p> + +<span class="pagenum">[593]</span> + +<p class="index">Nag's Head inn, the, at Uttoxeter, 226.</p> + +<p class="index">Nelson, Admiral, his highest ambition, <a href="#Page_391">391</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">not a representative man, <a href="#Page_392">392</a>-<a href="#Page_394">394</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Southey's biography of, <a href="#Page_393">393</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">pictures of his exploits, <a href="#Page_394">394</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">two of his coats preserved at Greenwich Hospital, <a href="#Page_395">395</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Newcastle, Duke and Duchess of, <a href="#Page_444">444</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">New Orleans, battle of, forgotten by Englishmen, 4.</p> + +<p class="index">Nuneham Courtney, <a href="#Page_314">314</a>, <a href="#Page_320">320</a>-<a href="#Page_322">322</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Old age, cheerful and genial in England, 277.</p> + +<p class="index">Open-air life of the London poor, <a href="#Page_476">476</a>-<a href="#Page_481">481</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Otaheite, Queen of, her present to Captain Cook, 266, 271.</p> + +<p class="index">Oxford, barges at, <a href="#Page_318">318</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">indescribable, <a href="#Page_322">322</a>, <a href="#Page_323">323</a>.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Painted Hall, the, at Greenwich Hospital, <a href="#Page_390">390</a>, <a href="#Page_391">391</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Parliament, British, and American sailors, 45, 46.</p> + +<p class="index">Parr, Dr., once vicar of Hatton, 95;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a misplaced man, 97;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a guest at Leicester's Hospital, 130.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Peacock hotel, Old Boston, 259.</p> + +<p class="index">Pearce, Mr., vice-consul at Liverpool, 50.</p> + +<p class="index">Peel, Sir Robert, and Holbein's masterpiece in Barber Surgeons' Hall, <a href="#Page_537">537</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Philadelphia printer, a, wandering about England, 13-17.</p> + +<p class="index">Poets' Corner, in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_451">451</a>-<a href="#Page_459">459</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Pope, Alexander, his account of Stanton Harcourt, <a href="#Page_308">308</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">translation of Homer, <a href="#Page_314">314</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Porter, Mr., bookseller at Old Boston, 265-271.</p> + +<p class="index">Posie Nansie's inn at Mauchline, <a href="#Page_336">336</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Posthumus and Imogen, 129.</p> + +<p class="index">Poverty, glimpses of English, <a href="#Page_470">470</a>-<a href="#Page_524">524</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Procter, Bryan Waller, <a href="#Page_469">469</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Raleigh, Sir Walter, and the Thames Tunnel, <a href="#Page_420">420</a>-<a href="#Page_422">422</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">"Red Letter A," author of, <a href="#Page_306">306</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Redfern's Old Curiosity Shop, at Warwick, 142, 143.</p> + +<p class="index">Regatta of the Free Watermen of Greenwich, a, <a href="#Page_413">413</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Remorse, tragedy of, 40.</p> + +<p class="index">Robsart, Amy, embroidery by, at Leicester's Hospital, 133;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">monument of her avenger, 137.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Rosamond, Fair, at the nunnery of Godstowe, <a href="#Page_317">317</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Rosamond's Well, Blenheim, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Russell, Lord John, remonstrates against outrages on American sailors, 46.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Sacheverell, Dr., 219.</p> + +<p class="index">Sacrament Sunday at Mauchline, <a href="#Page_337">337</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Sailors, American, ill-usage of, 44.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Botolph's Church, Old Boston, 259, 262, 272-275.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Chad, 201.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Hugh, shrine of, in Lincoln Cathedral, 247.</p> + +<p class="index">St. John's School-House, at Warwick, 104.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Mary's Church, at Warwick, 136.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Mary's Hall, at Coventry, <a href="#Page_533">533</a>-<a href="#Page_536">536</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Mary's Square, at Lichfield, 216, 218.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Michael's Church, at Dumfries, <a href="#Page_328">328</a>, <a href="#Page_332">332</a>-<a href="#Page_334">334</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">St. Paul's Cathedral, <a href="#Page_429">429</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Saracen's Head hotel, Lincoln, 236.</p> + +<p class="index">Scenery, English, 146, 232.</p> + +<p class="index">Schools, English, long-established, 104.</p> + +<p class="index">Scott, Sir Walter, attractiveness of his name, 160;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">and Anthony Forster, <a href="#Page_303">303</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Seward, Miss, at Lichfield, 216.</p> + +<p class="index">Shakespeare: his church, 155;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his birthplace, 157-163;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his various guises, 164;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his curse on the man who should stir his bones, 165;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his burial-place, 165-171;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">family monuments, 167;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">his bust, in the church at Stratford, 168, 169;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Miss Bacon's theory, 175;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">immeasurable depth of his plays, 175.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Sheffield, the town of razors and smoke, 235.</p> + +<p class="index">Sherwood Forest, 235.</p> + +<p class="index">Shrewsbury, pleasant walks in, 238, <i>note</i>.</p> + +<p class="index">Southey, Robert, his Life of Nelson, <a href="#Page_393">393</a>.</p> + +<span class="pagenum">[594]</span> + +<p class="index">Stanton Harcourt, its hospitable parsonage, <a href="#Page_305">305</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its old castle, <a href="#Page_306">306</a>, <a href="#Page_307">307</a>, <a href="#Page_313">313</a>, <a href="#Page_314">314</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Pope's connection with, <a href="#Page_308">308</a>, <a href="#Page_309">309</a>, <a href="#Page_314">314</a>, <a href="#Page_315">315</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its church, <a href="#Page_309">309</a>-<a href="#Page_312">312</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Sterne, Laurence, crayon-portrait of, 267.</p> + +<p class="index">Stocks, village, at Whitnash, 90.</p> + +<p class="index">Stratford-on-Avon, scenery near, 145;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">approach to, 153, 154;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">queer edifices in, 155.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Swans, aspect and movement of, 66.</p> + +<p class="index">Swynford, Catherine, monument of, in Lincoln Cathedral, 247.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Tam O'Shanter, statue of, <a href="#Page_353">353</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Taylor, General, portrait of, 4.</p> + +<p class="index">Temple, the, <a href="#Page_431">431</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Tennyson, and English scenery, 77.</p> + +<p class="index">Testament, New, consular copy of, 6, 45.</p> + +<p class="index">Thames, ferry near Cumnor, <a href="#Page_305">305</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">steamers on, <a href="#Page_412">412</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its muddy tide, <a href="#Page_414">414</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">a summer day's voyage on, <a href="#Page_412">412</a>-<a href="#Page_435">435</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Thames Tunnel, the, <a href="#Page_415">415</a>-<a href="#Page_423">423</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Thornhill, Sir James, <a href="#Page_291">291</a>, <a href="#Page_390">390</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Tickell, Thomas, his lines on Addison, <a href="#Page_456">456</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Tower of London, the, <a href="#Page_427">427</a>, <a href="#Page_428">428</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Traitor's Gate, the, <a href="#Page_427">427</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Treeo, John, forlorn epitaph on, 86.</p> + +<p class="index">Trees, English and American, compared, 147-149.</p> + +<p class="index">Tuckerman, H. T., his "Month in England," <a href="#Page_439">439</a>.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Uttoxeter, 221;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its idle people, 223;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its abundance of public houses, 224.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Vagabonds, Yankee, abroad, 11-22.</p> + +<p class="index">Vandyck, his picture of Charles I., <a href="#Page_292">292</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Victoria, Queen, a Connecticut shopkeeper goes to England to see her, 18-21;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">some American blood-relatives, 26.</span></p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Walmesley, Gilbert, monument to, in Lichfield Cathedral, 211.</p> + +<p class="index">Wapping, cold and torpid, <a href="#Page_425">425</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Warren, Sir Peter, bust of, in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_444">444</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Warwick, founded by Cymbeline, 103, 129;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its castle, 105, 107;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its principal street, 108, 109;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">military display at, 109;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the High Street, 110;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Leicester's Hospital, 112-127;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">the home of Posthumus and Imogen, 129;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">church of St. Mary's, 136-140;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Redfern's Old Curiosity Shop, 142, 143.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Warwickshire Elm, the beautiful, 69.</p> + +<p class="index">Wasps, attracted by pomatum, <a href="#Page_319">319</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Wedding, of some poor English people, <a href="#Page_522">522</a>-<a href="#Page_524">524</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">an aristocratic, in the same cathedral, <a href="#Page_525">525</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Wedding, silver, as a matter of conscience, 76.</p> + +<p class="index">West, Benjamin, picture by, at Greenwich, <a href="#Page_389">389</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Westminster Abbey, a Sunday afternoon service in, <a href="#Page_440">440</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">its interior, <a href="#Page_441">441</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">statues and tombs in, <a href="#Page_444">444</a>-<a href="#Page_447">447</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">"they do bury fools there," <a href="#Page_449">449</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Poets' Corner, <a href="#Page_451">451</a>-<a href="#Page_459">459</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Whitefriars, the old rowdy Alsatia, <a href="#Page_430">430</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Whitnash, secluded village of, 88;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">yew-tree of incalculable age at, 89;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">village stocks of, 90;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">change at work in, 93, 94.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Wilberforce, William, statue of, in Westminster Abbey, <a href="#Page_446">446</a>, <a href="#Page_447">447</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Wilding, Mr., vice-consul at Liverpool, 51.</p> + +<p class="index">Wilkins, Sergeant, <a href="#Page_550">550</a>, <a href="#Page_551">551</a>, <a href="#Page_557">557</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, <a href="#Page_286">286</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Witham, the river, 255, 263.</p> + +<p class="index">Women, in the poorer streets of London, <a href="#Page_479">479</a>, <a href="#Page_484">484</a>;<br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">in an English almshouse, <a href="#Page_499">499</a>;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">at public dinners, <a href="#Page_567">567</a>.</span></p> + +<p class="index">Woodstock, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>.</p> + +<p class="index">Wren, Sir Christopher, restorer of St. Mary's Church, Warwick, 136.</p> + +<br> + +<p class="index">Yew-tree, extraordinary age of, 89.<br> +</p> + +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Our Old Home, Vol. 2, by Nathaniel Hawthorne + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OUR OLD HOME, VOL. 2 *** + +***** This file should be named 37625-h.htm or 37625-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/6/2/37625/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Matthew Wheaton and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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