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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: The Sketches of Seymour (Illustrated), Part 4. + +Author: Robert Seymour + +Release Date: July 12, 2004 [EBook #5648] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SKETCHES OF SEYMOUR *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + + +<center><h1>SKETCHES BY SEYMOUR</h1></center> +<br><br> +<center><h2>PART FOUR</h2></center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center><img alt="Bookcover.jpg (202K)" src="images/Bookcover.jpg" height="804" width="653"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center><img alt="Spine angled.jpg (88K)" src="images/Spineangled.jpg" height="1229" width="648"> +</center><br><br><br><br> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<center><a name="TitleVol2"></a><img alt="Title - Vol 2.jpg (90K)" src="images/TitleVol2.jpg" height="953" width="647"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center><a name="TitleShooting"></a><img alt="Title - Shooting.jpg (68K)" src="images/TitleShooting.jpg" height="1003" width="649"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + +<blockquote><blockquote> +EBOOK EDITOR'S INTRODUCTION:<br><br> + +"Sketches by Seymour" was published in various versions about 1836. +The copy used for this PG edition has no date and was published by Thomas Fry, London. +Some of the 90 plates note only Seymour's name, many are inscribed "Engravings by +H. Wallis from sketches by Seymour." The printed book appears to be a compilation of five +smaller volumes. From the confused chapter titles the reader may well suspect the printer +mixed up the order of the chapters. The complete book in this +digital edition is split into five smaller volumes—the individual volumes +are of more manageable size than the 7mb complete version.<br><br> + +The importance of this collection is in the engravings. +The text is often mundane, is full of conundrums and puns +popular in the early 1800's—and is mercifully short. No author is +given credit for the text though the section titled, "The Autobiography +of Andrew Mullins" may give us at least his pen-name.<br><br> + DW<br> +</blockquote></blockquote> + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<h2>CONTENTS:</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + FRONTPIECE II. </td><td><a href="#TitleShooting">SHOOTING</a></td></tr><tr><td> + TITLE PAGE II. </td><td><a href="#TitleVol2">VOLUME II.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XIII. </td><td><a href="#Odd13WattyWilliams">[WATTY WILLIAMS AND BULL]</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XIV. </td><td><a href="#Odd14Delicacy">DELICACY!</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XV. </td><td><a href="#Odd15NowJem">Now, Jem, let's shew these gals how we can row</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XVI. </td><td><a href="#Odd16Steaming">STEAMING IT TO MARGATE.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XVII. </td><td><a href="#Odd17Peter1">PETER SIMPLE'S FOREIGN ADVENTURE. No. I.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XVIII. </td><td><a href="#Odd18Peter2">PETER SIMPLE'S FOREIGN ADVENTURE. No. II.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XIX. </td><td><a href="#Odd19Dobbs">DOBBS'S "DUCK."—A LEGEND OF HORSELYDOWN.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XX. </td><td><a href="#Odd20Strawberries">STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXI. </td><td><a href="#Odd21Pleasure1">A DAY'S PLEASURE. No. I.—THE JOURNEY OUT.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXII. </td><td><a href="#Odd22Pleasure2">A DAY'S PLEASURE. No. II.—THE JOURNEY HOME.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXIII. </td><td><a href="#Odd23Hammering">[HAMMERING] Beside a meandering stream </a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXIV. </td><td><a href="#Odd24Practice">PRACTICE.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXV. </td><td><a href="#Odd25Precept">PRECEPT.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXVI. </td><td><a href="#Odd26Example">EXAMPLE.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXVII. </td><td><a href="#Odd27Musical">A MUSICAL FESTIVAL.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXVIII. </td><td><a href="#Odd28EatingHouse">THE EATING HOUSE.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXIX. </td><td><a href="#Scene10bLonelySpot">[SCENE X.(b)] This is a werry lonely spot, Sir</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXX. </td><td><a href="#Odd29Gone">GONE!</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXXI. </td><td><a href="#Odd30Joker1">THE PRACTICAL JOKER. No. I.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXXII. </td><td><a href="#Odd31Joker2">THE PRACTICAL JOKER. No. II.</a></td></tr><tr><td> + PLATE XXXIII. </td><td><a href="#Odd32Whiting">FISHING FOR WHITING AT MARGATE.</a> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + +<br><br><br><br> +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<center><h2>[WATTY WILLIAMS AND BULL]</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"He sat, like patience on a monument, smiling at grief."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd13WattyWilliams"></a><img alt="Odd13 Watty Williams.jpg (68K)" src="images/Odd13WattyWilliams.jpg" height="1029" width="623"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +WATTY WILLIAMS was a studious youth, with a long nose and a short pair of +trowsers; his delight was in the green fields, for he was one of those +philosophers who can find sermons in stones, and good in everything. One +day, while wandering in a meadow, lost in the perusal of Zimmerman on +Solitude, he was suddenly aroused from his reverie by a loud "Moo!" and, +turning about, he descried, to his dismay, a curly-fronted bull making +towards him. + +<p>Now, Watt., was so good-humoured a fellow, that he could laugh at an +Irish bull, and withal, so staunch a Protestant, that a papal bull only +excited a feeling of pity and contempt; but a bull of the breed which was +careering towards him in such lively bounds, alarmed him beyond all +bounds; and he forthwith scampered over the meadow from the pugnaceous +animal with the most agile precipitation imaginable; for he was not one +of those stout-hearted heroes who could take the bull by the +horns—especially as the animal appeared inclined to contest the meadow with +him; and though so fond of beef (as he naturally was), he declined a +round upon the present occasion. + +<p>Seeing no prospect of escape by leaping stile or hedge, he hopped the +green turf like an encaged lark, and happily reached a pollard in the +midst of the meadow. + +<p>Climbing up with the agility of a squirrel, he seated himself on the +knobby summit of the stunted willow. + +<p>Still retaining his Zimmerman and his senses, he looked down and +beheld the corniferous quadruped gamboling playfully round his singular +asylum. + +<p>"Very pleasant!" exclaimed he; "I suppose, old fellow you want to have +a game at toss!—if so, try it on with your equals, for you must see, if +you have any gumption, that Watty Williams is above you. Aye, you may +roar!—but if I sit here till Aurora appears in the east, you won't catch +me winking. What a pity it is you cannot reflect as well as ruminate; +you would spare yourself a great deal of trouble, and me a little fright +and inconvenience." + +<p>The animal disdainfully tossed his head, and ran at the tree—and + + <center><p>"Away flew the light bark!" </center> + +<p>in splinters, but the trunk remained unmoved. + +<p>"Shoo! shoo!" cried Watty, contemptuously; but he found that shoo'ing +horns was useless; the beast still butted furiously against the harmless +pollard. + +<p>"Hallo!" cried he to a dirty boy peeping at a distance—"Hallo!" but +the lad only looked round, and vanished in an instant. + +<p>"The little fool's alarmed, I do believe!" said he; "He's only a +cow-boy, I dare say!" And with this sapient, but unsatisfactory conclusion, +he opened his book, and read aloud, to keep up his courage. + +<p>The bull hearing his voice, looked up with a most melancholy leer, the +corners of his mouth drawn down with an expression of pathetic gravity. + +<p>Luckily for Watty, the little boy had given information of his +dilemma, and the farmer to whom the bull belonged came with some of his +men, and rescued him from his perilous situation. + +<p>"The gentleman will stand something to drink, I hope?" said one of the +men. + +<p>"Certainly" said Watty. + +<p>"That's no more than right," said the farmer, "for, according to the +New Police Act, we could fine you." + +<p>"What for?" + +<p>"Why, we could all swear that when we found you, you were so elevated +you could not walk!" + +<p>Hereupon his deliverers set up a hearty laugh. + +<p>Watty gave them half-a-crown; saying, with mock gravity— + +<p>"I was on a tree, and you took me off—that was kind! I was in a +fright, and you laughed at me; that was uncharitable. Farewell!" + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>DELICACY!</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd14Delicacy"></a><img alt="Odd14 Delicacy.jpg (70K)" src="images/Odd14Delicacy.jpg" height="989" width="627"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>LOUNGING in Hyde Park with the facetious B____, all on a summer's day, +just at that period when it was the fashion to rail against the beautiful +statue, erected by the ladies of England, in honour of the Great +Captain— + + <center><p>"The hero of a hundred fights,"—</center> + +<p>"How proudly must he look from the windows of Apsley House," said I, +"upon this tribute to his military achievements." + +<p>"No doubt," replied B____;" and with all that enthusiasm with which +one man of mettle ever regards another! At the same time, how lightly +must he hold the estimation of the gallant sons of Britain, when he +reflects that he has been compelled to guard his laurelled brow from the +random bullets of a democratic mob, by shot-proof blinds to his noble +mansion: this was: + + <center><p>'The unkindest cut of all,'</center> + +<p>after all his hair-breadth 'scapes, by flood and field, in the +service. of his country, to be compelled to fortify his castle against +domestic foes." + +<p>"A mere passing cloud, that can leave no lasting impression on his +great mind," said I; "while this statue will for ever remain, a memorial +of his great deeds; and yet the complaint is general that the statue is +indelicate—as if, forsooth, this was the first statue exhibited in +'puris naturalibus' in England. I really regard it as the senseless +cavilling of envious minds." + +<p>"True," said B____, laughing; "there is a great deal of railing about +the figure, but we can all see through it!" at the same time thrusting +his walking-stick through the iron-fence that surrounds the pedestal. As +for delicacy, it is a word that is used so indiscriminately, and has so +many significations, according to the mode, that few people rightly +understand its true meaning. We say, for instance, a delicate child; and +pork-butchers recommend a delicate pig! Delicacy and indelicacy depend +on the mind of the recipient, and is not so much in the object as the +observer, rely on't. Some men have a natural aptitude in discovering the +indelicate, both in words and figures they appear, in a manner, to seek +for it. I assure you that. I (you may laugh if you will) have often +been put to the blush by the repetition of some harmless phrase, dropped +innocently from my lips, and warped by one of these 'delicate' gentlemen +to a meaning the very reverse of what I intended to convey. Like men +with green spectacles, they look upon every object through an artificial +medium, and give it a colour that has no existence in itself! + +<p>It was only last week, I was loitering about this very spot, when I +observed, among the crowd of gazers, a dustman dressed in his best, and +his plump doxy, extravagantly bedizened in her holiday clothes, hanging +on his arm. + +<p>As they turned away, the lady elevated the hem of her rather short +garments a shade too high (as the delicate dustman imagined) above her +ancle. He turned towards her, and, in an audible whisper, said, +'Delicacy, my love—'delicacy!'—'Lawks, Fred!' replied the damsel, with +a loud guffaw,'—'it's not fashionable!—besides, vot's the good o' +having a fine leg, if one must'nt show it?' + +<p>So much for opinions on delicacy! + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>"NOW JEM—"</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Now, Jem, let's shew these gals how we can row."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd15NowJem"></a><img alt="Odd15 Now Jem.jpg (73K)" src="images/Odd15NowJem.jpg" height="914" width="653"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<br>THE tide is agin us, I know, +<br>But pull away, Jem, like a trump; +<br>Vot's that? O! my vig, it's a barge— +<br>Oh! criky! but that vos a bump! +<br> +<br>How lucky 'twas full o' round coals, +<br>Or ve might ha' capsized her—perhaps! +<br>See, the bargemen are grinning, by goles! +<br>I never seed sich wulgar chaps. +<br> +<br>Come, pull away, Jem, like a man, +<br>A vherry's a coming along +<br>Vith a couple o' gals all agog— +<br>So let us be first in the throng. +<br> +<br>Now put your scull rig'ler in, +<br>Don't go for to make any crabs; +<br>But feather your oar, like a nob, +<br>And show 'em ve're nothink but dabs! +<br> +<br>The vaterman's leering at us, +<br>And the gals is a giggling so— +<br>They take us for green'uns, but ve +<br>Vill soon show 'em how ve can row. +<br> +<br>Alas! for poor Bobby's "show off"— +<br>He slipp'd in a trice from his seat— +<br>While his beaver fell into the stream, +<br>And the gals laugh'd aloud at his feat. +<br> +<br>For his boots were alone to be seen, +<br>As he sprawled like a crab on its back; +<br>While the waterman cried—"Ho! my lads! +<br>I think you'd best try t'other tack!" +<br> +<br>Says Bobby—"You fool, it's your fault; +<br>Look—my best Sunday castor is vet: +<br>Pull ashore, then, as fast as you can. +<br>I can't row no more—I'm upset. +<br> +<br>"I think that my napper is broke, +<br>Abumpin' agin this wile boat; +<br>You may laugh—but I think it's no joke: +<br>And I shan't soon agin be afloat. +<br> +<br>"I'll never take you out agin— +<br>I've had quite enough in this bout!" +<br>Cried Jem—"Don't be angry vith me; +<br>Sit still, and I'll soon—PUT YOU OUT!" + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>STEAMING IT TO MARGATE.</h2></center> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Steward, bring me a glass of brandy as quick as you can."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd16Steaming"></a><img alt="Odd16 Steaming.jpg (77K)" src="images/Odd16Steaming.jpg" height="949" width="652"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +SINCE the invention of steam, thousands have been tempted to inhale the +saline salubrity of the sea, that would never have been induced to try, +and be tried, by the experiment of a trip. Like hams for the market, +every body is now regularly salted and smoked. The process, too, is so +cheap! The accommodations are so elegant, and the sailors so smart! +None of the rolling roughness of quid-chewing Jack-tars. Jack-tars! +pshaw! they are regular smoke jacks on board a steamer! The Steward +("waiter" by half the cockneys called) is so ready and obliging; and then +the provisions is excellent. Who would not take a trip to Margate? +There's only one thing that rather adulterates the felicity—a drop of +gall in the cup of mead!—and that is the horrid sea-sickness! learnedly +called nostalgia; but call it by any name you please, like a stray dog, +it is pretty sure to come. + +<p>The cold perspiration—the internal commotion—the brain's +giddiness—the utter prostration of strength—the Oh! I never shall forget the +death-like feel!—Fat men rolling on the deck, like fresh caught +porpoises; little children floundering about; and white muslins and +parasols vanishing below! The smoking-hot dinner sends up its fumes, and +makes the sick more sick. Soda-water corks are popping and flying about +in every direction, like a miniature battery pointed against the assaults +of the horrid enemy! + +<p>"Steward!" faintly cries a fat bilious man, "bring me a glass of +brandy as quick as you can." + +<p>But alas! he who can thus readily summon spirits from the vasty deep, +has no power over the rolling sea, or its reaches! + +<p>"O! my poor pa!" exclaims the interesting Wilhelmina; and is so +overcome, that she, sweet sympathizer! is soon below pa in the ladies' +cabin. In fact, the greater part of the pleasure-seekers are taken—at +full length. + +<p>Even young ladies from boarding-school, who are thinking of husbands, +declare loudly against maritime delight! while all the single young men +appear double. + +<p>The pier at last appears—and the cargo of drooping souls hail it with +delight, and with as grateful a reverence as if they were received by the +greatest peer of the realm! + +<p>They hurry from the boat as if 'twere Charon's, and they were about +stepping into the fields of Elysium! + +<p>A change comes o'er the spirit of their dream—their nerves are +braced; and so soon are mortal troubles obliterated from the mind, that +in a few days they are ready again to tempt the terrors of sea-sickness +in a voyage homewards—notwithstanding many of them, in their extremity, +had vowed that they never would return by water, if they outlived the +present infliction; considering, naturally enough, that it was "all up" +with them! + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>PETER SIMPLE'S FOREIGN ADVENTURE.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Loud roared the dreadful thunder."—Bay of Biscay.</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd17Peter1"></a><img alt="Odd17 Peter 1.jpg (74K)" src="images/Odd17Peter1.jpg" height="912" width="645"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +THE good ship Firefly tossed and tumbled on the mountainous waves of the +stormy sea, like a cork in a gutter; and when she could not stem the +waves, politically tried a little tergiversation, and went stern +foremost! The boatswain piped all hands, and poor Peter Simple piped his +eye; for the cry of the whole crew was, that they were all going to Davy +Jones's locker. The waves struck her so repeatedly, that at last she +appeared as ungovernable as a scold in a rage; and as she found she could +not, by any means, strike the storm in the wind, and so silence it, she +gave vent to her fury by striking upon a rock! + +<p>It was a hard alternative truly; but what could she do? The long boat +was soon alongside, and was not long before it was filled with tars and +salt-water. Alas! she was speedily swamped, and the crew were compelled +to swim for their lives. Peter, however, could not swim, but the sea +gave him a lift in his dilemma, and washed him clean ashore, where he lay +for some time like a veritable lump of salt-Peter! When the storm had +abated he came to himself, and of course found himself in no agreeable +company! + +<p>Sticking his cocked-hat on his head, and grasping his dirk in his +hand, he tottered to a rock, when, seating himself, he philosophically +rocked to and fro. "Oh! vy vos I a midshipman," cried he, "to be wrecked +on this desolate island? I vish I vos at home at Bloomsbury! Oh! that I +had but to turn and embrace my kind, good, benevolent, and much respected +grandmother." As he uttered this pathetic plaint, he heard a chatter—of +which, at first considering that it proceeded from his own teeth, he took +no notice—but the sounds being repeated, he turned his head, and beheld +a huge baboon with a dog-face and flowing hair, grinning with admiration +at his cocked hat. + +<p>One look was sufficient! he leaped from his seat, and rushed wildly +forward, threading a wood in his way, and turning in and out—in +and out—with the sharpness and facility of a needle in the heel of a worsted +stocking—he never stayed his flight, 'till he fell plump into the centre +of a group of Indians, who received him with a yell!—loud enough to +split the drums of a whole drawing-room full of ears polite. + +<p>He would have fallen headlong with fear and exhaustion upon the turf, +had not a gentle female caught the slender youth in her arms, and +embraced him with all the energetic affection of a boa-constrictor. + +<p>Peter trembled like a little inoffensive mouse in the claws of a +tabby! + +<p>At the same time one of the Indians stepped forward, brandishing his +scalping knife. + +<p>He was the very prototype of an animated bronze Hercules; and, seizing +the poor middy's lank locks, with a peculiar twist, in his iron grasp— +Peter fainted! + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>PETER SIMPLE'S FOREIGN ADVENTURE. No. II.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"O! what a lost mutton am I!"—Inkle and Yarico.</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd18Peter2"></a><img alt="Odd18 Peter 2.jpg (89K)" src="images/Odd18Peter2.jpg" height="960" width="651"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +MOST luckily for poor Peter was it, that he fell into the hands, or +rather the arms, of the Indian maid; for she not only preserved his crop, +but his life. When he recovered from his swoon, he found himself seated +beside his preserver, who, with one arm round his waist, was holding a +cocoa-nut, filled with a refreshing beverage, to his parched and pallid +lips. A large fire blazed in the middle of the wide space occupied by +the Indians, and he beheld the well-known coats and jackets of the brave +crew of the Firefly scattered on the greensward. + +<p>His heart palpitated-he thought at first that the villainous Indians +had stripped them, and left them to wander in a state of nature through +the tangled and briery woods. He was, however, soon—too soon—convinced +that the savages had dressed them! Yes, that merry crew—who had so +often roasted him—had been roasted by the Indians! + +<p>From this awful fate the lovely Ootanga had preserved him. She had +suddenly conceived a violent affection for the young white-face; and, +after a long harangue to the chief, her father, his consent was obtained, +and the nuptials were celebrated. + +<p>"I smell a rat," said Peter—"I'm booked; but better booked than +cooked, at any rate;" and forthwith returned thanks to the company for +the honour they had conferred upon him, in the fashion of an after-dinner +speech, accompanied with as much pantomime as he could manage. + +<p>A dance and a feast followed, of which Peter partook; but whether +rabbit, squirrel, or monkey, formed the basis of his wedding-supper, he +was not naturalist enough to determine. + +<p>Ootanga's affection, however, was sufficient to make amends for +anything; she was, in truth, a most killing beauty, for she brought him +tigers slain by her own hands, and made a couch for him of the skins. + +<p>She caught rattlesnakes for him, and spitch-cooked them for his +breakfast. In fact, there was nothing she left undone to convince him of +her unbounded love. + +<p>Peter's heart, however, was untouched by all this show of tenderness; +for the fact is, he had already given his heart to a white-face in his +own country. + +<p>The only consolation he had in his forlorn situation was to talk of +her continually; and, as Ootanga understood not a syllable of what he +uttered, she naturally applied all his tender effusions to herself, and +laughed and grinned, and showed her white teeth, as if she would devour +her little husband. + +<p>Seated on a tiger skin, with his lawful spouse beside him, arrayed in +shells, bows, feathers, and all the adornments of a savage bride, he +still sighed for home, and plaintively exclaimed:— + +<p>"Here I am, married to the only daughter of the great chief, who would +have roasted me with the rest of our crew, had I not given a joyful +consent. Oh! I wonder if I ever shall get home, and be married to Miss +Wiggins!!!" + +<p>The lovely wide-mouthed Ootanga patted him fondly on the chin, and +dreamed in her ignorance that he was paying her a compliment in his +native language. + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>DOBBS'S "DUCK."</h2> +<br> +<h3>A LEGEND OF HORSELYDOWN.</h3></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd19Dobbs"></a><img alt="Odd19 Dobbs.jpg (61K)" src="images/Odd19Dobbs.jpg" height="983" width="643"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +IT may be accepted as an indubitable truth, that when the tenderest +epithets are bandied between a married couple, that the domestic affairs +do not go particularly straight. + +<p>Dobbs and his rib were perhaps the most divided pair that ever were +yoked by Hymen. D. was a good-humored fellow, a jovial blade, full of +high spirits—while his wife was one of the most cross-grained and +cantankerous bodies that ever man was blessed with—and yet, to hear the +sweet diminutives which they both employed in their dialogues, the world +would have concluded that they were upon the best terms conceivable. + +<p>"My love," quoth Mrs. D., "I really now should like to take a boat and +row down the river as far as Battersea; the weather is so very fine, and +you know, my dear love, how fond I am of the water." + +<p>D. could have added (and indeed it was upon the very tip of his +tongue)—"mixed with spirits"—but he wisely restrained the impertinent +allusion. + +<p>"Well, my duck," said he, "you have only to name the day, you know, I +am always ready to please,"—and then, as was his habit, concluded his +gracious speech by singing— + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + "'Tis woman vot seduces all mankind— +<br> Their mother's teach them the wheedling art." + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +<p>"Hold your nonsense, do," replied Mrs. D____, scarcely able to +restrain her snappish humour, but, fearful of losing the jaunt, +politically added, "Suppose, love, we go to-day—no time like the +present, dear." + + <center><p>"Thine am I—thine am I," sang the indulgent husband.</center> + +<p>And Mrs. D____ hereupon ordered the boy to carry down to the stairs a +cargo of brandy, porter, and sandwiches, for the intended voyage, and +taking her dear love in the humour, presently appeared duly decked out +for the trip. + +<p>Two watermen and a wherry were soon obtained, and Dobbs, lighting his +cigar, alternately smoked and sang, while his duck employed herself most +agreeably upon the sandwiches. + +<p>The day was bright and sunny, and exceedingly hot; and they had +scarcely rowed as far as the Red-House, when Mrs. D____became rather +misty, from the imbibation of the copious draughts she had swallowed to +quench her thirst. + +<p>A lighter being a-head, the boatmen turned round, while Dobbs, casting +up his eyes to the blue heavens, was singing, in the hilarity of his +heart, "Hearts as warm as those above, lie under the waters cold," when +the boat heeled, and his duck, who unfortunately could not swim, slipped +gently over the gunwhale, and, unnoticed, sank to rise no more. + +<p>"Ah!" said Dobbs, when, some months afterwards, he was speaking of the +sad bereavement, "She was a wife! I shall never get such another, and, +what's more, I would not if I could." + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd20Strawberries"></a><img alt="Odd20 Strawberries.jpg (79K)" src="images/Odd20Strawberries.jpg" height="887" width="648"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Among all the extraordinary and fantastic dishes compounded for the +palate of Heliogabalus, the Prince of Epicures, that delicious admixture +of the animal and the vegetable—Strawberries and Cream—is never +mentioned in the pages of the veracious chronicler of his gastronomic +feats! + +<p>Yes! 'tis a lamentable truth, this smooth, oleaginous, and delicately +odorous employment for the silver spoon, was unknown. Should the +knowledge of his loss reach him in the fields of Elysium, will not his +steps be incontinently turned towards the borders of the Styx—his +plaintive voice hail the grim ferryman, while in his most persuasive +tones he cries— + + <center><p>"Row me back—row me back,"</center> + +<p>that he may enjoy, for a brief space, this untasted pleasure? Ye +gods! in our mind's eye we behold the heartless and unfeeling Charon +refuse his earnest prayer, and see his languid spirit—diluted by +disappointment to insipidity—wandering over the enamelled meads, as flat +and shallow as an overflow in the dank fens of Lincoln. + +<p>His imagination gloats upon the fragrant invention, and he gulps at +the cheating shadow until Elysium becomes a perfect Hades to his tortured +spirit. + +<p>Mellow, rich, and toothsome compound! Toothsome did we say? Nay, +even those who have lost their 'molares, incisores,' canine teeth, +'dentes sapientiae,' and all can masticate and inwardly digest thee! + +<p>Racy and recherche relish! + +<p>Thou art— +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<br>As delicate as first love— +<br>As white and red as a maiden's cheek— +<br>As palateable as well-timed flattery— +<br>As light and filling as the gas of a balloon— +<br>As smooth as a courtier— +<br>As odorous as the flowers of Jasmin— +<br>As soft as flos silk— +<br>As encouraging, without being so illusory, as Hope— +<br>As tempting as green herbage to lean kine— +<br>—————— a Chancery suit to the Bill of a cormorant-lawyer— +<br>—————— a pump to a thirsty paviour— +<br>—————— a sun-flower to a bee— +<br>—————— a ripe melon to a fruit-knife— +<br>—————— a rose to a nightingale—or +<br>—————— a pot of treacle to a blue-bottle— +<br>As beautiful to the eye as a page of virgin-vellum richly illuminated +<br>And +<br>As satisfactory as a fat legacy! + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +<p>Talk of nectar! if Jupiter should really wish to give a bonne-bouche +to Juno, Leda, or Venus, or any one of his thousand and one flames, let +him skim the milky-way—transform the instrumental part of the music of +the spheres into 'hautboys,' and compound the only dish worth the roseate +lips of the gentle dames 'in nubibus,' and depend on it, the cups of +Ganymede and Hebe will be rejected for a bowl of—Strawberries and Cream. + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>A DAY'S PLEASURE.—No. I.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>THE JOURNEY OUT.</h3></center> +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"It's werry hot, but werry pleasant."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd21Pleasure1"></a><img alt="Odd21 Pleasure 1.jpg (77K)" src="images/Odd21Pleasure1.jpg" height="971" width="651"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<br>SAYS Mrs. Sibson to her spouse +<br>"The days is hot and fair; +<br>I think 'twould do the children good +<br>To get a little hair! +<br> +<br>"For ve've been moping here at home +<br>And nothin' seen o' life; +<br>Vhile neighbor Jones he takes his jaunts +<br>O' Sundays vith his vife!" +<br> +<br>"Vell! vell! my dear," quoth Mr. S____ +<br>"Let's hear vot you purpose; +<br>I'm al'ays ready to comply, +<br>As you, my love, vell knows. +<br> +<br>"I'll make no bones about the cost; +<br>You knows I never stick +<br>About a trifle to amuse, +<br>So, dearest Pol, be quick." +<br> +<br>"Vhy, this is it:—I think ve might +<br>To Hornsey have a day; +<br>Maria, Peg, and Sal, and Bet +<br>Ve'd pack into a 'chay.' +<br> +<br>"Our Jim and Harry both could valk, +<br>(God bless their little feet!) +<br>The babby in my arms I'd take— +<br>I'm sure 'twould be a treat;" +<br> +<br>Quoth he: "I am unanimous!" +<br>And so the day was fix'd; +<br>And forth they started in good trim, +<br>Tho' not with toil umnix'd. +<br> +<br>Across his shoulders Sibson bore +<br>A basket with the "grub," +<br>And to the "chay" perform'd the "horse," +<br>Lest Mrs. S____ should snub. +<br> +<br>Apollo smiled!—that is, the sun +<br>Blazed in a cloudless sky, +<br>And Sibson soon was in a "broil" +<br>By dragging of his "fry." +<br> +<br>Says S____, "My love, I'm dry as dust!" +<br>When she replied, quite gay, +<br>"Then, drink; for see I've bottled up +<br>My spirits for the day." +<br> +<br>And from the basket drew a flask, +<br>And eke a footless glass; +<br>He quaff'd the drink, and cried, "Now, dear, +<br>I'm strong as ____" let that pass! +<br> +<br>At last they reach'd the destined spot +<br>And prop and babes unpacked; +<br>They ran about, and stuff'd, and cramm'd, +<br>And really nothing lack'd. +<br> +<br>And Sibson, as he "blew a cloud," +<br>Declared, "It vos a day!" +<br>And vow'd that he would come again— +<br>Then call'd for "Vot's to pay?" + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>A DAY'S PLEASURE.—No. II.</h2></center> +<br> +<center><h3>THE JOURNEY HOME.</h3></center> +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Vot a soaking ve shall get."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd22Pleasure2"></a><img alt="Odd22 Pleasure 2.jpg (105K)" src="images/Odd22Pleasure2.jpg" height="937" width="653"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<br>ACROSS the fields they homeward trudged, when, lo! a heavy rain +<br>Came pouring from the sky; +<br>Poor Sibson haul'd, the children squall'd; alas! it was too plain +<br>They would not reach home dry. +<br> +<br>With clay-clogg'd wheels, and muddy heels, and Jim upon his back, +<br>He grumbled on his way; +<br>"Vell, blow my vig! this is a rig!" cried Sibson, "Vell! alack! +<br>I shan't forget this day! +<br> +<br>"My shoes is sop, my head's a mop; I'm vet as any think; +<br>Oh! shan't ve cotch a cold!" +<br>"Your tongue is glib enough!" his rib exclaim'd, and made him shrink, +<br>—For she was such a scold— +<br> +<br>And in her eye he could descry a spark that well he knew +<br>Into a flame would rise; +<br>So he was dumb, silent and glum, as the small "chay" he drew, +<br>And ventured no replies. +<br> +<br>Slip, slop, and slush! past hedge and bush, the dripping mortals go +<br>(Tho' 'twas "no go" S____ thought); +<br>"If this 'ere's fun, vy I for vuu," cried he, with face of woe, +<br>"Von't soon again be caught. +<br> +<br>"Vet to the skin, thro' thick and thin, to trapes ain't to my mind; +<br>So the next holiday +<br>I vill not roam, but stick at home, for there at least I'll find +<br>The means to soak my clay. +<br> +<br>"Tis quite a fag, this 'chay' to drag—the babbies too is cross, +<br>And Mrs. S____ is riled. +<br>'Tis quite a bore; the task is more—more fitt'rer for an horse; +<br>And vith the heat I'm briled! +<br> +<br>"No, jaunts adoo! I'll none o' you!"—and soon they reach'd their home, +<br>Wet through and discontent— +<br>"Sure sich a day, I needs must say," exclaim'd his loving spouse, +<br>"Afore I never spent!" + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>HAMMERING</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Beside a meandering stream +<br>There sat an old gentleman fat; +<br>On the top of his head was his wig, +<br>On the top of his wig was his hat."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd23Hammering"></a><img alt="Odd23 Hammering.jpg (87K)" src="images/Odd23Hammering.jpg" height="995" width="649"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +I ONCE followed a venerable gentleman along the banks of a mill-stream, +armed at all points with piscatorial paraphernalia, looking out for some +appropriate spot, with all the coolness of a Spanish inquisitor, +displaying his various instruments of refined torture. He at last +perched himself near the troubled waters, close to the huge revolving +wheel, and threw in his float, which danced upon the mimic waves, and +bobbed up and down, as if preparing for a reel. Patiently he sat; as +motionless and unfeeling as a block. I placed myself under cover of an +adjoining hedge, and watched him for the space of half an hour; but he +pulled up nothing but his baited hook;—what his bait was, I know not; +but I suppose, from the vicinity, he was fishing for a "miller's thumb." +Presently, two mealy-mouthed men, from the mill, made their appearance, +cautiously creeping behind him. + +<p>I drew myself up in the shadow of the luxuriant quickset to observe +their notions. + +<p>A paling in the rear offered the rogues an effectual concealment in +case the angler should turn. + +<p>Close to his seat ran some wood-work, upon which they quietly drew the +broad tails of his coat, and driving in a couple of tenpenny nails, left +the unconscious old gentleman a perfect fixture; to be taken at a +valuation, I suppose, part of his personal property being already +"brought to the hammer!" the clattering clamour of the wheel precluding +him from hearing the careful, but no less effectual taps. I certainly +enjoyed the trick, and longed to see the ridiculous issue; but he was so +intent upon his sport—so fixed that he did not discover the nature of +his real attachment while I remained. + +<p>Doubtless if he were of a quick and sudden temperament, a snatch of +his humour rent his broad cloth, and he returned home with a woful tail, +and slept not—for his nap was irreparably destroyed! + +<p>I hate all twaddle; but when I see an old fool, with rod and line, + + <center><p>"Sitting like patience on a monument,"</center> + +<p> +and selling the remnant of his life below cost price in the pursuit of +angling,—that "art of ingeniously tormenting,"—a feeling, + + <center><p>"More in sorrow than in anger,"</center> + +<p>is excited at his profitless inhumanity. + +<p>Vainly do all the disciples of honest Izaak Walton discourse, in +eulogistic strains, of the pleasure of the sport. I can imagine neither +pleasure nor sport derivable from the infliction of pain upon the meanest +thing endowed with life. + +<p>This may be deemed Brahminical, but I doubt that man's humanity who +can indulge in the cruel recreation and murder while he smiles. + +<p>"What, heretical sentiments," exclaims some brother of the angle, +(now I am an angle, but no angler.) "This fellow hath never trudged at +early dawn along the verdant banks of the 'sedgy lea,' and drunk in the +dewy freshness of the morning air. His lines have never fallen in +pleasant places. He has never performed a pilgrimage to Waltham Cross. +He is, in truth, one of those vulgar minds who take more delight in the +simple than the—gentle!—and every line of his deserves a rod!" + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>PRACTICE.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Sweet is the breath of morn when she ascends +<br>With charm of earliest birds."—-MILTON.</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd24Practice"></a><img alt="Odd24 Practice.jpg (74K)" src="images/Odd24Practice.jpg" height="999" width="651"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +"WELL, this is a morning!" emphatically exclaimed a stripling, with a +mouth and eyes formed by Nature of that peculiar width and power of +distension, so admirably calculated for the expression of stupid wonder +or surprise; while his companion, elevating his nasal organ and +projecting his chin, sniffed the fresh morning breeze, as they trudged +through the dewy meadows, and declared that it was exactly for all the +world similar-like to reading Thomson's Seasons! In which apt and +appropriate simile the other concurred. + +<p>"Tom's a good fellow to lend us his gun," continued he—"I only hope +it ain't given to tricking, that's all. I say, Sugarlips, keep your +powder dry." + +<p>"Leave me alone for that," replied Sugarlips; "I know a thing or two, +although this is the first time that ever I have been out. What a +scuffling the birds do make"—added he, peeping into the cage which they +had, as a precautionary measure, stocked with sparrows, in order that +they might not be disappointed in their sport—"How they long to be on +the wing!" + +<p>"I'll wing 'em, presently!" cried his comrade, with a vaunting air—" +and look if here ain't the very identical spot for a display of my skill. +Pick out one of the best and biggest, and tie up a-top of yonder stile, +and you shall soon have a specimen of my execution." Sugarlips quickly +did his bidding. + +<p>"Now—come forward and stand back! What do ye think o' that, ey?" +said the sportsman—levelling his gun, throwing back his head, closing +his sinister ocular, and stretching out his legs after the manner of the +Colossus of Rhodes—"Don't you admire my style?" + +<p>"Excellent!" said Sugarlips—"But I think I could hit it." + +<p>"What?" + +<p>"Why, the stile to be sure." + +<p>"Keep quiet, can't you—Now for it—" and, trembling with eagerness, +his hand pulled the trigger, but no report followed. "The deuce is in +the gun," cried he, lowering it, and examining the lock; "What can ail +it?" + +<p>"Why, I'll be shot if that ain't prime," exclaimed Sugarlips, laughing +outright. + +<p>"What do you mean?" + +<p>"I've only forgot the priming—that's all." + +<p>"There's a pretty fellow, you are, for a sportsman." + +<p>"Well, it's no matter as it happens; for, though 'Time and tide wait +for no man,' a sparrow tied must, you know. There! that will do." + +<p>"Sure you put the shot in now?" + +<p>"If you put the shot into Dicky as surely, he'll never peck groundsel +again, depend on it." + +<p>Again the "murderous tube" was levelled; Sugarlips backed against an +adjoining wall, with a nervous adhesiveness that evidently proved him +less fearful of a little mortar than a great gun! + +<p>"That's right; out of the way, Sugarlips; I am sure I shall hit him +this time." And no sooner had he uttered this self-congratulatory +assurance (alas! not life-assurance!) than a report (most injurious to +the innocent cock-sparrow) was heard in the neighbourhood! + +<p>"Murder!—mur-der!" roared a stentorian voice, which made the +criniferous coverings of their craniums stand on end + + <center><p>"Like quills upon the fretful porcupine."</center> + +<p>In an instant the sportsman let fall his gun, and Sugarlips ran +affrighted towards the stile. He found it really "vox et preterea +nihil;" for a few feathers of the bird alone were visible: he had been +blown to nothing; and, peeping cautiously round the angle of the wall, he +beheld a portly gentleman in black running along with the unwieldy gait +of a chased elephant. + +<p>"Old Flank'em, of the Finishing Academy, by jingo!" exclaimed +Sugarlips. "It's a mercy we didn't finish him! Why, he must actually +have been on the point of turning the corner. I think we had better be +off; for, if the old dominie catches us, he will certainly liberate our +sparrows, and—put us in the cage!" + +<p>But, where's the spoil?" + +<p>"Spoil, indeed!" cried Sugarlips; "you've spoiled him nicely. I've an +idea, Tom, you were too near, as the spendthrift nephew said of his +miserly uncle. If you can't get an aim at a greater distance, you'd +never get a name as a long shot—that's my mind." + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>PRECEPT.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd25Precept"></a><img alt="Odd25 Precept.jpg (82K)" src="images/Odd25Precept.jpg" height="974" width="654"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Uncle Samson was a six-bottle man. His capacity was certainly great, +whatever might be said of his intellect; for I have seen him rise without +the least appearance of elevation, after having swallowed the customary +half dozen. He laughed to scorn all modern potations of wishy-washy +French and Rhine wines—deeming them unfit for the palate of a true-born +Englishman. Port, Sherry, and Madeira were his only tipple—the rest, he +would assert, were only fit for finger-glasses! + +<p>—He was of a bulky figure, indeed a perfect Magnum among men, with a +very apoplectic brevity of neck, and a logwood complexion,—and though a +staunch Church-of-England-man, he might have been mistaken, from his +predilection for the Port, to be a true Mussulman. To hear him discourse +upon the age of his wines—the 'pinhole,' the 'crust,' the 'bees'-wing,' +etc., was perfectly edifying—and every man who could not imbibe the +prescribed quantum, became his butt. To temperance and tea-total +societies he attributed the rapid growth of radicalism and dissent. + +<p>"Water," he would say, with a sort of hydrophobic shudder, "is only a +fit beverage for asses!"—"To say a man could drink like a fish, was once +the greatest encomium that a bon-vivant could bestow upon a brother +Bacchanalian—but, alas! in this matter-of-fact and degenerate age, men +do so literally—washing their gills with unadulterated water!—Dropsy +and water on the chest must be the infallible result! If such an order +of things continue, all the puppies in the kingdom, who would perhaps +have become jolly dogs in their time, will be drowned! Yes, they'll +inevitably founder, like a water-logged vessel, in sight of port. These +water-drinkers will not have a long reign. They would feign persuade us +that 'Truth lies at the bottom of a well,'—lies, indeed! I tell you +Horace knew better, and that his assertion of 'There is truth in wine,' +was founded on experience—his draughts had no water-mark in 'em, depend +on it." + +<p>He was a great buyer of choice "Pieces," and his cellar contained one +of the best stocks in the kingdom, both in the wood and bottle. Poor +Uncle!—he has now been some years "in the wood" himself, and snugly +stowed in the family vault! + +<p>Having been attacked with a severe cold, he was compelled to call in +the Doctor, who sent him a sudorific in three Lilliputian bottles; but +although he received the advice of his medical friend, he followed +Shakspeare's, + + + <center><p>"Throw physic to the dogs,"</center> + + +<p>and prescribed for himself a bowl of wine-whey as a febrifuge. His +housekeeper remonstrated, but he would have his 'whey,' and he died! +leaving a handsome fortune, and two good-looking nephews to follow him to +the grave. + +<p>Myself and Cousin (the two nephews aforesaid) were vast favourites +with the old gentleman, and strenuously did he endeavour to initiate us +in the art of drinking, recounting the feats of his youth, and his +drinking-bouts with my father, adding, with a smile, "But you'll never be +a par with, your Uncle, Ned, till you can carry the six bottles under +your waistcoat." + +<p>My head was certainly stronger than my Cousin's; he went as far as the +third bottle—the next drop was on the floor! Now I did once manage the +fourth bottle—but then—I must confess I was obliged to give it up! + +<p>"Young men," would my Uncle say, "should practice 'sans intermission,' +until they can drink four bottles without being flustered, then they will +be sober people; for it won't be easy to make them tipsy—a drunken man I +abominate!" + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>EXAMPLE.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"You see I make no splash!"</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd26Example"></a><img alt="Odd26 Example.jpg (91K)" src="images/Odd26Example.jpg" height="979" width="648"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +THERE are some individuals so inflated with self-sufficiency, and +entertain such an overweaning opinion of their skill in all matters, that +they must needs have a finger in every pie. + +<p>Perhaps a finer specimen than old V____, of this genius of egotistic, +meddling mortals, never existed. He was a man well-to-do in the world, +and possessed not only a large fortune, but a large family. + +<p>He had an idea that no man was better qualified to bring up his +children in the way they should go; and eternally plagued the obsequious +tutors of his sons with his novel mode of instilling the rudiments of the +Latin tongue, although he knew not a word of the language; and the +obedient mistresses of his daughters with his short road to attaining a +perfection in playing the piano-forte, without knowing a note of the +gamut: but what could they say; why, nothing more or less than they were +'astonished;' which was vague enough to be as true as it was flattering. + +<p>And then he was so universally clever, that he even interfered in the +culinary department of his household, instructing the red-elbowed, +greasy, grinning Cook, in the sublime art of drawing, stuffing, and +roasting a goose, for which she certainly did not fail to roast the goose +(her master) when she escaped to the regions below. + +<p>Even his medical attendant was compelled to acknowledge the efficacy +of his domestic prescriptions of water-gruel and honey in catarrhs, and +roasted onions in ear-aches, and sundry other simple appliances; and, in +fine, found himself, on most occasions, rather a 'consulting surgeon,' +than an apothecary, for he was compelled to yield to the man who had +studied Buchan's and Graham's Domestic Medicine. And the only +consolation he derived from his yielding affability, were the long bills +occasioned by the mistakes of this domestic quack, who was continually +running into errors, which required all his skill to repair. Nay, his +wife's mantua-maker did not escape his tormenting and impertinent advice; +for he pretended to a profound knowledge in all the modes, from the time +of Elizabeth to Victoria, and deemed his judgment in frills, flounces, +and corsages, as undeniable and infallible. + +<p>Of course the sempstress flattered his taste; for his wife, poor soul! +she soon had tact enough to discover, had no voice in the business. + +<p>His eldest son, George, had a notion that he could angle. Old V____ +immediately read himself up in Walton, and soon convinced—himself, that +he was perfect in that line, and quite capable of teaching the whole art +and mystery. + +<p>"See, George," said he, when they had arrived at a convenient spot for +their first attempt, "this is the way to handle your tackle; drop it +gently into the water,—so!" and, twirling the line aloft, he hooked the +branches of an overhanging tree!—sagaciously adding, "You see I make no +splash! and hold your rod in this manner!" + +<p>George was too much afraid of his imperious father, to point out his +error, and old V____ consequently stood in the broiling sun for a full +quarter of an hour, before he discovered that he had caught a birch +instead of a perch! + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>A MUSICAL FESTIVAL.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd27Musical"></a><img alt="Odd27 Musical.jpg (61K)" src="images/Odd27Musical.jpg" height="951" width="577"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +Matter-of-fact people read the story of Orpheus, and imagine that his +"charming rocks" and "soothing savage beasts," is a mere fabulous +invention. No such thing: it is undoubtedly founded on fact. Nay, we +could quote a thousand modern instances of the power of music quite as +astonishing. + +<p>One most true and extraordinary occurrence will suffice to establish +the truth of our proposition beyond a doubt. Molly Scraggs was a cook in +a first-rate family, in the most aristocratic quarter of the metropolis. + +<p>The master and mistress were abroad, and Molly had nothing to do but +to indulge her thoughts; and, buried as she was in the pleasant gloom and +quiet of an underground kitchen, nothing could possibly be more +favourable to their developement. She was moreover exceedingly plump, +tender, and sentimental, and had had a lover, who had proved false to his +vows. + +<p>In this eligible situation and temper for receiving soft impressions, +she sat negligently rocking herself in her chair, and polishing the lid +of a copper saucepan! when the sweet, mellifluous strains of an itinerant +band struck gently upon the drum of her ear. "Wapping Old Stairs" was +distinctly recognized, and she mentally repeated the words so applicable +to her bereaved situation. + +<p>"Your Molly has never proved false she declares," 'till the tears +literally gushed from her "blue, blue orbs," and trickled down her plump +and ruddy cheeks; but scarcely had she plunged into the very depths of +the pathos induced by the moving air, which threatened to throw her into +a gentle swoon, or kicking hysterics, when her spirit was aroused by the +sudden change of the melancholy ditty, to the rampant and lively tune, +with the popular burden of, "Turn about and wheel about, and jump Jim +Crow!" + +<p>This certainly excited her feelings; but, strange to say, it made her +leap from her chair, exasperated, as it were, by the sudden revulsion, +and rush into the area. + +<p>"Don't, for goodness sake, play that horrid 'chune,'" said Molly, +emphatically addressing the minstrels. + +<p>The 'fiddle' immediately put his instrument under his arm, and, +touching the brim of his napless hat, scraped a sort of bow, and +smilingly asked the cook to name any other tune she preferred. + +<p>"Play us," said she, "'Oh! no, we never mention her,' or summat o' +that sort; I hate jigs and dances mortally." + +<p>"Yes, marm," replied the 'fiddle,' obsequiously; and, whispering the +'harp' and 'bass,' they played the air to her heart's content. + +<p>In fact, if one might guess by the agility with which she ran into the +kitchen, she was quite melted; and, returning with the remnants of a +gooseberry pie and the best part of a shoulder of mutton, she handed them +to the musicians. + +<p>"Thanky'e, marm, I'm sure," said the 'bass,' sticking his teeth into +the pie-crust. + +<p>"The mutton 's rayther fat, but it 's sweet, at any rate!" + +<p>"Yes, marm," said the 'fiddle;' "it's too fat for your stomach, I'm +sure, marm;" and consigned it to his green-baize fiddle-case. + +<p>"Now," said Molly,—"play us, 'Drink to me only,' and I'll draw you a +mug o' table-ale." + +<p>"You're vastly kind," said the 'fiddle;' "it's a pleasure to play +anythink for you, marm, you've sich taste;" and then turning to his +comrades, he added, with a smile—"By goles! if she ain't the woppingest +cretur as ever I set eyes on—" + +<p>The tune required was played, and the promised ale discussed. The +'bass,' with a feeling of gratitude, voted that they should give a +parting air unsolicited. + +<p>"Vot shall it be?" demanded the 'harp.' + +<p>"Vy, considering of her size," replied the 'fiddle,' "I thinks as +nothink couldn't be more appropriate than: + + + <center><p>'Farewell to the mountain !'"</center> + + +<p>and, striking up, they played the proposed song, marching on well +pleased with the unexpected appreciation of their musical talent by the +kind, and munificent Molly Scraggs! + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>THE EATING HOUSE.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd28EatingHouse"></a><img alt="Odd28 Eating House.jpg (78K)" src="images/Odd28EatingHouse.jpg" height="951" width="651"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +FROM twelve o'clock until four, the eating houses of the City are crammed +with hungry clerks. + +<p>Bills of fare have not yet been introduced,—the more's the pity; but, +in lieu thereof, you are no sooner seated in one of the snug inviting +little settles, with a table laid for four or six, spread with a snowy +cloth, still bearing the fresh quadrangular marks impressed by the +mangle, and rather damp, than the dapper, ubiquitous waiter, napkin in +hand, stands before you, and rapidly runs over a detailed account of the +tempting viands all smoking hot, and ready to be served up. + +<p>"Beef, boiled and roast; veal and ham; line of pork, roast; leg +boiled, with pease pudding; cutlets, chops and steaks, greens, taters, +and pease," etc. etc. + +<p>Some are fastidious, and hesitate; the waiter, whose eyes are 'all +about him,' leaves you to meditate and decide, while he hastens to inform +a new arrival, and mechanically repeats his catalogue of dainties; and, +bawling out at the top of his voice, "One roast beaf and one taters," you +echo his words, and he straightway reports your wishes in the same voice +and manner to the invisible purveyors below, and ten to one but you get a +piece of boiled fat to eke out your roast meat. + +<p>In some houses, new and stale bread, at discretion, are provided; and +many a stripling, lean and hungry as a greyhound, with a large appetite +and a small purse, calls for a small plate, without vegetables, and fills +up the craving crannies with an immoderate proportion of the staff of +life, while the reckoning simply stands, "one small plate 6d., one bread +1d., one waiter 1d.;" and at this economical price satisfies the demands +of his young appetite. + +<p>But still, cheap as this appears, he pays it the aggregate, for there +are frequently 500 or 600 diners daily at these Establishments; and the +waiter, who generally purchases his place, and provides glass, cloths, +etc. not only makes a 'good thing of it,' but frequently accumulates +sufficient to set up on his own account, in which case, he is almost sure +of being followed by the regular customers. + +<p>For he is universally so obliging, and possesses such a memory, and an +aptness in discovering the various tastes of his visitors, that he seldom +fails in making most of the every-day feeders his fast friends. + +<p>"Tom, bring me a small plate of boiled beef and potatoes," cries one +of his regulars. Placing his hand upon the table-cloth; and knocking off +the crumbs with his napkin, he bends to the gentleman, and in a small. +confidential voice informs him, + +<p>"The beef won't do for you, Sir,—it's too low, it's bin in cut a +hour. Fine ribs o' lamb, jist up." + +<p>"That will do, Tom," says the gratified customer. + +<p>"Grass or spinach, Sir? fine 'grass,'—first this season." + +<p>"Bring it, and quick, Tom," replies the gentleman, pleased with the +assiduous care he takes in not permitting him to have an indifferent cut +of a half cold joint. + +<p>The most extraordinary part of the business is, the ready manner in +which he 'casts up' all you have eaten, takes the reckoning, and then is +off again in a twinkling. + +<p>A stranger, and one unaccustomed to feed in public, is recognised in a +moment by his uneasy movements. He generally slinks into the nearest +vacant seat, and is evidently taken aback by the apparently abrupt and +rapid annunciation of the voluble and active waiter, and, in the hurry +and confusion, very frequently decides upon the dish least pleasant to +his palate. + +<p>A respectable gentleman of the old school, of a mild and reverend +appearance, and a lean and hungry figure, once dropped into a settle +where we were discussing a rump steak and a shallot, tender as an infant, +and fragrant as a flower garden! Tom pounced upon him in a moment, and +uttered the mystic roll. The worthy senior was evidently confused and +startled, but necessity so far overcame his diffidence that he softly +said, + + <center><p>"A small portion of veal and ham, well done."</center> + +<p>Tom, whirled round, continuing the application of his eternal napkin +to a tumbler which he was polishing, bawled out in a stentorian voice, + + <center><p>"Plate o' weal, an' dam well done!"</center> + + +<p>We shall never sponge from the slate of our memory the utter +astonishment expressed in the bland countenance of the startled old +gentleman at this peculiar echo of his wishes. + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>SCENE X.(b)</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"This is a werry lonely spot, Sir; I wonder you ar'n't afeard of being +robbed."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Scene10bLonelySpot"></a><img alt="Scene10b Lonely Spot.jpg (87K)" src="images/Scene10bLonelySpot.jpg" height="977" width="651"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<br>JOB Timmins was a tailor bold, +<br>And well he knew his trade, +<br>And though he was no fighting man +<br>Had often dress'd a blade! +<br> +<br>Quoth he, one day—"I have not had +<br>A holiday for years, +<br>So I'm resolv'd to go and fish, +<br>And cut for once the shears." +<br> +<br>So donning quick his Sunday's suit, +<br>He took both rod and line, +<br>And bait for fish—and prog for one, +<br>And eke a flask of wine. +<br> +<br>For he was one who loved to live, +<br>And said—"Where'er I roam +<br>I like to feed—and though abroad, +<br>To make myself at home." +<br> +<br>Beneath a shady grove of trees +<br>He sat him down to fish, +<br>And having got a cover, he +<br>Long'd much to get a dish. +<br> +<br>He cast his line, and watch'd his float, +<br>Slow gliding down the tide; +<br>He saw it sink! he drew it up, +<br>And lo! a fish he spied. +<br> +<br>He took the struggling gudgeon off, +<br>And cried—"I likes his looks, +<br>I wish he'd live—but fishes die +<br>Soon as they're—off the hooks!" +<br> +<br>At last a dozen more he drew— +<br>(Fine-drawing 'twas to him!) +<br>But day past by—and twilight came, +<br>All objects soon grew dim. +<br> +<br>"One more!" he cried, "and then I'll pack, +<br>And homeward trot to sup,"— +<br>But as he spoke, he heard a tread, +<br>Which caused him to look up. +<br> +<br>Poor Timmins trembled as he gazed +<br>Upon the stranger's face; +<br>For cut purse! robber! all too plain, +<br>His eye could therein trace. +<br> +<br>"Them's werry handsome boots o' yourn," +<br>The ruffian smiling cried, +<br>"Jist draw your trotters out—my pal— +<br>And we'll swop tiles, besides." +<br> +<br>"That coat too, is a pretty fit— +<br>Don't tremble so—for I +<br>Von't rob you of a single fish, +<br>I've other fish to fry." +<br> +<br>Poor Timmins was obliged to yield +<br>Hat, coat, and boots—in short +<br>He was completely stripp'd—and paid +<br>Most dearly for his "sport." +<br> +<br>And as he homeward went, he sigh'd— +<br>"Farewell to stream and brook; +<br>O! yes, they'll catch me there again +<br>A fishing—with a hook!" + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>GONE!</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd29Gone"></a><img alt="Odd29 Gone.jpg (77K)" src="images/Odd29Gone.jpg" height="1111" width="643"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<br>ALONG the banks, at early dawn, +<br>Trudged Nobbs and Nobbs's son, +<br>With rod and line, resolved that day +<br>Great fishes should be won. +<br> +<br>At last they came unto a bridge, +<br>Cried Nobbs, "Oh! this is fine!" +<br>And feeling sure 'twould answer well, +<br>He dropp'd the stream a line. +<br> +<br>"We cannot find a fitter place, +<br>If twenty miles we march; +<br>Its very look has fix'd my choice, +<br>So knowing and—so arch!" +<br> +<br>He baited and he cast his line, +<br>When soon, to his delight, +<br>He saw his float bob up and down, +<br>And lo! he had a bite! +<br> +<br>"A gudgeon, Tom, I think it is!" +<br>Cried Nobbs, "Here, take the prize; +<br>It weighs a pound—in its own scales, +<br>I'm quite sure by its size." +<br> +<br>He cast again his baited hook, +<br>And drew another up! +<br>And cried, "We are in luck to-day, +<br>How glorious we shall sup!" +<br> +<br>All in the basket Tommy stow'd +<br>The piscatory spoil; +<br>Says Nobbs, "We've netted two at least, +<br>Albeit we've no toil." +<br> +<br>Amazed at his own luck, he threw +<br>The tempting bait again, +<br>And presently a nibble had— +<br>A bite! he pull'd amain! +<br> +<br>His rod beneath the fish's weight +<br>Now bent just like a bow, +<br>"What's this?" cried Nobbs; his son replied, +<br>"A salmon, 'tis, I know." +<br> +<br>And sure enough a monstrous perch, +<br>Of six or seven pounds, +<br>He from the water drew, whose bulk +<br>Both dad and son confounds. +<br> +<br>"O! Gemini!" he said, when he +<br>"O! Pisces!" should have cried; +<br>And tremblingly the wriggling fish +<br>Haul'd to the bridge's side. +<br> +<br>When, lo! just as he stretched his hand +<br>To grasp the perch's fin, +<br>The slender line was snapp'd in twain, +<br>The perch went tumbling in! +<br> +<br> "Gone! gone! by gosh!" scream'd Nobbs, while Tom +<br>Too eager forward bent, +<br>And, with a kick, their basket quick +<br>Into the river sent. + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>THE PRACTICAL JOKER.—No. I.</h2></center> +<br><br> + + +<center><a name="Odd30Joker1"></a><img alt="Odd30 Joker 1.jpg (91K)" src="images/Odd30Joker1.jpg" height="990" width="646"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Those wags who are so fond of playing off their jokes upon others, +require great skill and foresight to prevent the laugh being turned +against themselves. + +<p>Jim Smith was an inveterate joker, and his jokes were, for the most +part, of the practical kind. He had a valuable tortoiseshell cat, whose +beauty was not only the theme of praise with all the old maids in the +neighbourhood, but her charms attracted the notice of numerous feline +gentlemen dwelling in the vicinity, who were, nocturnally, wont to pay +their devoirs by that species of serenades, known under the cacophonous +name of caterwauling. + +<p>One very ugly Tom, (who, it was whispered abroad, was a +great-grandfather, and scandalously notorious for gallantries unbecoming a cat +of his age) was particularly obnoxious to our hero; and, in an unlucky +moment, he resolved to 'pickle him,' as he facetiously termed it. Now +his process of pickling consisted in mixing a portion of prussic acid in +milk. Taking the precaution to call in his own pet and favorite, he +placed the potion in the accustomed path of her long-whiskered suitor. +Tom finding the coast clear slipped his furry body over the wall, and +dropped gently as a lady's glove into the garden, and slily smelling the +flower-borders, as if he were merely amusing himself in the elegant study +of botany, stealthily approached the house, and uttering a low plaintive +'miau,' to attract the attention of his dear Minx, patiently awaited the +appearance of his true-love. + +<p>Minx heard the voice she loved so well, and hurried to meet her +ancient beau. A slight noise, however, alarmed his timidity, and he +scaled the wall in a twinkling. + +<p>Presently the screams of the maid assured him that 'something had +taken place;' and when he heard the words, "Oh! the cat! the cat!" he +felt quite certain that the potion had taken effect. He walked +deliberately down stairs, and behold! there lay Miss Minx, his own +favorite, struggling in the agonies of death, on the parlor rug. The +fact is, he had shut the doors, but forgotten that the window was open, +and the consequence was, the loss of poor Minx, who had drunk deep of the +malignant poison designed for her gallant. + +<p>This was only one of a thousand tricks that had miscarried. + +<p>Having one day ascertained that his acquaintance, Tom Wilkins, was +gone out 'a-shooting,' he determined to way-lay him on his return. + +<p>It was a beautiful moonlight night in the latter end of October. +Disguising himself in a demoniac mask, a pair of huge wings, and a forked +tail, he seated himself on a stile in the sportsman's path. + +<p>Anon he espied the weary and unconscious Tom approaching, lost in the +profundity of thought, and though not in love, ruminating on every miss +he had made in that day's bootless trudge. + +<p>He almost, touched the stile before his affrighted gaze encountered +this 'goblin damned.' + +<p>His short crop bristled up, assuming the stiffness of a penetrating +hair brush. + +<p>For an instant his whole frame appeared petrified, and the tide and +current of his life frozen up in thick-ribbed ice. + +<p>Jim Smith, meanwhile, holding out a white packet at arm's length, +exclaimed in a sepulchral tone, + +<p>"D'ye want a pound of magic shot?" + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>THE PRACTICAL JOKER.—No. II.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<center><a name="Odd31Joker2"></a><img alt="Odd31 Joker 2.jpg (80K)" src="images/Odd31Joker2.jpg" height="876" width="645"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +AWFULLY ponderous as the words struck upon the tightened drum of Tom's +auriculars, they still tended to arouse his fainting spirit. + +<p>"Mer-mer-mercy on us!" ejaculated he, and shrank back a pace or two, +still keeping his dilating optics fixed upon the horrible spectre. + +<p>"D'ye want a pound of magic shot?" repeated Jim Smith. + +<p>"Mur-mur-der!" screamed Tom; and, mechanically raising his gun for +action of some kind appeared absolutely necessary to keep life within +him, he aimed at the Tempter, trembling in every joint. + +<p>Jim, who had as usual never calculated upon such a turning of the +tables, threw off his head—his assumed one, of course, and, leaping from +the stile, cried aloud— + +<p>"Oh! Tom, don't shoot—don't shoot!—it's only me—Jim Smith!" + +<p>Down dropped the gun from the sportsman's grasp. + +<p>"Oh! you fool! you—you—considerable fool!" cried he, supporting +himself on a neighbouring hawthorn, which very kindly and considerately +lent him an arm on the occasion. "It's a great mercy—a very great +mercy, Jim—as we wasn't both killed!—another minute, only another +minute, and—but it won't bear thinking on." + +<p>"Forgive me, Tom," said the penitent joker; "I never was so near a +corpse afore. If I didn't think the shots were clean through me, and +that's flat." + +<p>"Sich jokes," said Tom, "is onpardonable, and you must be mad." + +<p>"I confess I'm out of my head, Tom," said Jim, who was dangling the +huge mask in his hand, and fast recovering from the effects of his +fright. "Depend on it, I won't put myself in such a perdicament again, +Tom. No, no—no more playing the devil; for, egad! you had liked to have +played the devil with me." + +<p>"A joke's a joke," sagely remarked Tom, picking up his hat and fowling +piece. + +<p>"True!" replied Smith; "but, I think, after all, I had the greatest +cause for being in a fright. You had the best chance, at any rate; for I +could not have harmed you, whereas you might have made a riddle of me." + +<p>"Stay, there!" answered Tom; "I can tell you, you had as little cause +for fear as I had, you come to that; for the truth is, the deuce a bit +of powder or shot either was there in the piece!" + +<p>"You don't say so!" said Jim, evidently disappointed and chop-fallen +at this discovery of his groundless fears. "Well, I only wish I'd known +it, that's all!"—then, cogitating inwardly for a minute, he +continued—"but, I say, Tom, you won't mention this little fright of yours?" + +<p>"No; but I'll mention the great fright—of Jim Smith—rely upon it," +said Tom, firmly; and he kept his word so faithfully, that the next day +the whole story was circulated, with many ingenious additions, to the +great annoyance of the practical joker. + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>FISHING FOR WHITING AT MARGATE.</h2></center> +<br><br> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p><i>"Here we go up—up—up;</i> +<br><i>And here we go down—down—down."</i> +</blockquote></blockquote> +<br><br> + + +<br><br> +<a name="Odd32Whiting"></a> +<center> +<img alt="Odd32 Whiting (89K)" src="images/Odd32Whiting.jpg" height="1039" width="683"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<p>"VARIETY," as Cowper says, "is the very spice of life"—and certainly, at +Margate, there is enough, in all conscience, to delight the most +fastidious of pleasure-hunters. + +<p>There sailors ply for passengers for a trip in their pleasure boats, +setting forth all the tempting delights of a fine breeze—and woe-betide +the unfortunate cockney who gets in the clutches of a pair of plyers of +this sort, for he becomes as fixed as if he were actually in a vice, +frequently making a virtue of necessity, and stepping on board, when he +had much better stroll on land. + +<p>Away he goes, on the wings of the wind, like—a gull! Should he be a +knave, it may probably be of infinite service to society, for he is +likely ever afterwards to forswear craft of any kind! + +<p>Donkies too abound, as they do in most watering placesand, oh! what a +many asses have we seen mounted, trotting along the beach and cliffs! + +<p>The insinuating address of the boatmen is, however, irresistible; and +if they cannot induce you to make a sail to catch the wind, they will set +forth, in all the glowing colors of a dying dolphin, the pleasurable +sport of catching fish! + +<p>They tell you of a gentleman, who, "the other day, pulled up, in a +single hour, I don't know how many fish, weighing I don't know how much." +And thus baited, some unwise gentleman unfortunately nibbles, and he is +caught. A bargain is struck, 'the boat is on the shore,' the lines and +hooks are displayed, and the victim steps in, scarcely conscious of what +he is about, but full well knowing that he is going to sea! + +<p>They put out to sea, and casting their baited hooks, the experienced +fisherman soon pulls up a fine lively whiting. + +<p>"Ecod!" exclaims the cockney, with dilated optics, "this is fine—why +that 'ere fish is worth a matter of a shilling in London—Do tell me how +you cotched him." + +<p>"With a hook!" replied the boatman. + +<p>"To be sure you did—but why did'nt he bite mine?" + +<p>"'Cause he came t'other side, I s'pose." + +<p>"Vell, let me try that side then," cries the tyro, and carefully +changes his position.—"Dear me, this here boat o'yourn wobbles about +rayther, mister." + +<p>"Nothing, sir, at all; it's only the motion of the water." + +<p>"I don't like it, tho'; I can tell you, it makes me feel all over +somehow." + +<p>"It will go off, sir, in time; there's another," and he pulls in +another wriggling fish, and casts him at the bottom of the boat. "Well, +that's plaguey tiresome, any how—two! and I've cotched nothin' yet—how +do you do it?" + +<p>"Just so—throw in your hook, and bide a bit—and you'll be sure, sir, +to feel when there's any thing on your hook; don't you feel any thing +yet?" + +<p>"Why, yes, I feels werry unwell!" cries the landsman; and, bringing up +his hook and bait, requests the good-natured boatman to pull for shore, +'like vinkin,'—which request; the obliging fellow immediately complies +with, having agreeably fished at the expense of his fare; and, landing +his whitings and the flat, laughs in his sleeve at the qualms of his +customer. + +<p>But there is always an abundant crop of such fools as he, who pretend +to dabble in a science, in utter ignorance of the elements; while, like +Jason of old, the wily boatman finds a sheep with a golden fleece,— +although his brains are always too much on the alert to be what is +technically termed—wool-gathering. Some people are desirous of seeing +every thing; and many landsmen have yet to learn, that they may see a +deal, without being a-board! + +<br><br><br><br> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<center><img alt="Inside Papers.jpg (187K)" src="images/InsidePapers.jpg" height="1119" width="646"> +</center> +<br><br> + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Sketches of Seymour (Illustrated), +Part 4., by Robert Seymour + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SKETCHES OF SEYMOUR *** + +***** This file should be named 5648-h.htm or 5648-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/5/6/4/5648/ + +Produced by David Widger + +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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