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Title: Points of Humour, Part II (of II)
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By Anonymous


Ten Engravings of Copper, Twelve Wood Cuts


                  " Let me play the fool:
         With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
               And let my liver rather heat with wine,
         Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

         Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
               Sit like his grandsire, cut in alabaster?
         Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice
               By being peevish?"



The best preface to _this_ set of the Points of Humour is the _former_
set, which, we are credibly informed, has favorably disposed the
muscles of our readers for repeating a certain cackling sound, which is
heart-food to our friend George Cruikshank.

One individual, for certain, has laughed over these Points, and he is
a very worthy gentleman, who may be, discerned wedging his way through
sundry piles of books in a remarkable part of Newgate-street, being
opposite to the huge prison of that name. No one ever asked him after
the sale of this little work, without observing an instantaneous
distension of that feature of the face which is used for more purposes
than merely grinning. It is to be devoutly hoped that this second set
will not spoil his merriment, and that, as rather a coarse saying goes,
"he will not be made to sing to another tune."

The author, collector, compiler, editor, writer, or whatever name the
daily or weekly critics may give him, for they have given him all these,
will, undoubtedly, be heartily sorry should this change take place,
for he avows that since the publication of the Points, the face of
the worthy gentleman alluded to has been illuminated by one unclouded
sunshine, so much so, indeed, that to enter his shop has been a constant
resource against melancholy during this gloomy weather. A face lighted
up with good humour in a dark shop, is like a blaze of light in the
middle of one of Rembrandt's murky pictures.

It will be seen that the compiler has taken a hint, or rather _followed_
a hint of one of the critics upon this little book. He has resorted for
part of his materials, to the author, who is the richest of all in the
humour of _situation_. Fielding has been suggested; but though some
things, excellent in their kind, might be found in him, yet it will be
observed, on a more accurate consideration, that this admirable author
is infinitely less adapted to the pencil of Cruikshank, than his
successor in the walk of humour. Fielding is a master in the power of
laying open all the springs which regulate the motion of that curious
piece of mechanism, the human heart. He wrote with the inspiration
of genius, and is true to nature in her minutest circumstances. He
involuntarily and unconsciously catches the look, the word, the gesture,
which would undoubtedly have manifested itself, and which is in itself a
strong gleam of light upon the whole character. His _dramatis personae_
are not, generally, very extraordinary people.--He dealt in that which
is _common_ to all. While, on the contrary, Smollett is rich in
that which is uncommon and eccentric. His field is among oddities,
hobby-horses, foibles, and singularities of all kinds, which he groups
in the most extraordinary manner, and colours for the most striking
effect. We read Fielding with a satisfied smile, but it is over the page
of Smollett that the loud laugh is heard to break forth.--How much at
home our artist is in the conception of Smollett may be seen in the
following, plates.

It has been said that it is a pity Mr. Cruikshank should waste his
talents upon ephemeral anecdotes, and not hand down his name by
illustrating the works of our great Novelists. As well might it have
been said to these great Novelists, "confine yourselves to commenting
upon, or translating Cervantes or Le Sage." Genius consecrates and
immortalizes all it touches.--If the tales or anecdotes be ephemeral,
the plates will stamp them for a good old age. Hogarth did not paint
his _Rake's Progress_ in illustration of any immortal work, nor does it
require a set of octavo volumes to remind posterity of his existence.

A similar excuse may apply to Cruikshank, who, generally, would chuse
rather to exalt the humble, than endow the rich.

We have an observation to make respecting one of the plates, the last
in the order. It will be seen that the costume of the characters
there pourtrayed, is essentially different from that adopted by every
illustrator of Shakspeare. This has not been done unadvisedly. The
proper authorities have been in this, as in other cases, diligently
consulted, and it has appeared that these artists, in their endeayour to
discover the dress of our ancestors, have stopped short at the reign of
Charles II., instead of penetrating to that of Henry V.

March, 1824.


At a short distance from Douai, there stood a castle on the bank of a
river near a bridge. The master of this castle was hunchbacked. Nature
had exhausted her ingenuity in the formation of his whimsical figure.
In place of understanding, she had given him an immense head, which
nevertheless was lost between his two shoulders: he had thick hair, a
short neck, and a horrible visage.

Spite of his deformity, this bugbear bethought himself of falling
in love with a beautiful young woman, the daughter of a poor but
respectable burgess of Douai. He sought her in marriage, and as he was
the richest person in the district, the poor girl was delivered up to
him. After the nuptials he was as much an object of pity as she, for,
being devoured by jealousy, he had no tranquillity night nor day, but
went prying and rambling every where, and suffered no stranger to enter
the castle.

One day during the Christmas festival, while standing sentinel at his
gate, he was accosted by three humpbacked minstrels. They saluted him as
a brother, as such asked him for refreshments, and at the same time, to
establish the fraternity, they ostentatiously shouldered their humps
at him. Contrary to expectation, he conducted them to his kitchen, gave
them a capon with peas, and to each a piece of money over and above.
Before their departure, however, he warned them never to return on pain
of being thrown into the river. At this threat of the Chatelain the
minstrels laughed heartily and took the road to the town, singing in
full chorus, and dancing in a grotesque manner, in derision of their
brother-hump of the castle. He, on his part, without paying farther
attention, went to walk in the fields.

[Illustration: 012]

The lady, who saw her husband cross the bridge, and had heard the
minstrels, called them back to amuse her. They had not been long
returned to the castle, when her husband knocked at the gate, by which
she and the minstrels were equally alarmed. Fortunately, the lady
perceived in a neighbouring room three empty coffers. Into each of these
she stuffed a minstrel, shut the covers, and then opened the gate to her
husband. He had only come back to espy the conduct of his wife as usual,
and, after a short stay, went out anew, at which you may believe his
wife was not dissatisfied. She instantly ran to the coffers to release
her prisoners, for night was approaching and her husband would not
probably be long absent. But what was her dismay, when she found them
all three suffocated!

[Illustration: 013]

Lamentation, however, was useless. The main object now was to get rid of
the dead bodies, and she had not a moment to lose. She ran then to the
gate, and seeing a peasant go by, she offered him a reward of thirty
livres, and leading him into the castle, she took him to one of the
coffers, and shewing him its contents, told him he must throw the dead
body into the river: he asked for a sack, put the carcase into it,
pitched it over the bridge, and then returned quite out of breath to
claim the promised reward.

"I certainly intended to satisfy you," said the lady, "but you ought
first to fulfil the condition of the bargain--you have agreed to rid
me of the dead body, have you not? There, however, it is still." Saying
this, she showed him the other coffer in which, the second humpbacked
minstrel had expired. At this sight the clown was perfectly
confounded--"how the devil! come back! a sorcerer!"--he then stuffed the
body into the sack and threw it, like the other, over the bridge, taking
care to put the head down and to observe that it sank.

Meanwhile the lady had again changed the position of the coffers, so
that the third was now in the place which had been successively occupied
by the two others. When the peasant returned, she shewed him the
remaining dead body--"you are right, friend," said she, "he must be
a magician, for there he is again." The rustic gnashed his teeth
with rage. "What the devil! am I to do nothing but carry about this
humpback?" He then lifted him up, with dreadful imprecations, and having
tied a stone round the neck, threw him into the middle of the current,
threatening, if he came out a third time, to despatch him with a cudgel.

The first object that presented itself to the clown, on his way back for
his reward, was the hunchbacked master of the castle returning from his
evening walk, and making towards the gate. At this sight the peasant
could no longer restrain his fury. "Dog of a humpback, are you there
again?" So saying, he sprung on the Chatelain, threw him over his
shoulders, and hurled him headlong into the river after the minstrels.

[Illustration: 016]

"I'll venture a wager you have not seen him this last time," said the
peasant, entering the room where the lady was seated. She answered,
she had not. "You were not far from it," replied he: "the sorcerer was
already at the gate, but I have taken care of him--be at your ease--he
will not come back now."

The lady instantly comprehended what had occurred, and recompensed the
peasant with much satisfaction.

[Illustration: 017]


When Charles Gustavus, King of Sweden, was besieging Prague, a boor, of
a most extraordinary visage, desired admittance to his tent; and being
allowed to enter, he offered, by way of amusement, to devour a large
hog in his presence. The old general Konigsmark, who stood by the king's
side, notwithstanding his bravery, had not got rid of the prejudices of
his childhood, and hinted to his royal master, that the peasant ought to
be burnt as a sorcerer. "Sir," said the fellow, irritated at the remark,
"if your majesty will but make that old gentleman take off his sword and
spurs, I will eat him before I begin the pig." General Konigsmark, who
had, at the head of a body of Swedes, performed wonders against
the Austrians, could not stand this proposal, especially as it was
accompanied by a most hideous expansion of the jaws and mouth. Without
uttering a word, the veteran turned pale and suddenly ran out of the
tent, and did not think himself safe till he arrived at his quarters,
where he remained above twenty-four hours, locked securely, before he
got rid of the panic which had so strongly seized him.

[Illustration: 018]

[Illustration: 020]


A lover, whose mistress was dangerously ill, sought every where for a
skilful physician in whom he could place confidence, and to whose care
he might confide a life so dear to him. In the course of his search
he met with a talisman, by the aid of which spirits might be rendered
visible. The young man exchanged, for this talisman, half his
possessions, and having secured his treasure, ran with it to the house
of a famous physician. Flocking round the door he beheld a crowd of
shades, the ghosts of those persons whom this physician had killed. Some
old, some young; some the skeletons of fat old men; some gigantic frames
of gaunt fellows; some little puling infants and squalling women; all
joined in menaces and threats against the house of the physician--the
den of their destroyer--who however peacefully marched through them with
his cane to his chin, and a grave and solemn air.

[Illustration: 022]

The same vision presented itself, more or less, at the house of every
physician of eminence. One at length was pointed out to him in a distant
quarter of the city, at whose door he only perceived two little ghosts.
"Behold," exclaimed he, with a joyful cry, "the good physician of whom
I have been so long in search!" The doctor, astonished, asked him how
he had been able to discover this? "Pardon me," said the afflicted lover
complacently, "your ability and your reputation are well known to me."

"My reputation!" said the physician, "why I have been in Paris but eight
days, and in that time I have had but two patients."

"Good God!" involuntarily exclaimed the young man, "and there they are!"

[Illustration: 024]


There was a man, whose name was Backbac; he was blind, and his evil
destiny reduced him to beg from door to door. He had been so long
accustomed to walk through the streets alone, that he wanted none to
lead him: he had a custom to knock at people's doors, and not answer
till they opened to him. One day he knocked thus, and the master of the
house, who was alone, cried, "who is there?" Backbac made no answer, and
knocked a second time: the master of the house asked again and again,
"who is there?" but to no purpose, no one answered; upon which he
came down, opened the door, and asked the man what he wanted? "Give me
something, for Heaven's sake," said Backbac; "you seem to be blind,"
replied the master of the house; "yes, to my sorrow," answered Backbac.
"Give me your hand," resumed the master of the house; he did so,
thinking he was going to give him alms; but he only took him by the hand
to lead him up to his chamber. Backbac thought he had been carrying
him to dine with him, as many people had done. When they reached the
chamber, the man let go his hand, and sitting down, asked him again
what he wanted? "I have already told you," said Backbac, "that I want
something for God's sake."

"Good blind man," replied the master of the house, "all that I can do
for you is to wish that God may restore your sight."

"You might have told me that at the door," replied Backbac, "and not
have given me the trouble to come up stairs."

"And why, fool," said the man of the house, "do not you answer at first,
when people ask you who is there? why do you give any body the trouble
to come and open the door when they speak to you?"--"What will you do
with me then?" asked Backbac; "I tell you again," said the man of the
house, "I have nothing to give you."

"Help me down the stairs then, as you brought me up."--"The stairs are
before you," said the man of the house, "and you may go down by yourself
if you will." The blind man attempted to descend, but missing a step,
about the middle of the stairs, fell to the bottom and hurt his head and
his back: he got up again with much difficulty, and went out, cursing
the master of the house, who laughed at his fall.

As Backbac went out of the house, three blind men, his companions, were
going by, knew him by his voice, and asked him what was the matter? He
told them what had happened; and afterwards said, "I have eaten nothing
to day; I conjure you to go along with me to my house, that I may take
some of this money that we four have in common, to buy me something for
supper." The blind men agreed, and they went home with him.

You must know that the master of the house where Backbac was so ill
used, was a robber, and of a cunning and malicious disposition; he
overheard from his window what Backbac had said to his companions, and
came down and followed them to Backbac's house. The blind men being
seated, Backbac said to them, "brothers, we must shut the door, and take
care there be no stranger with us." At this the robber was much
perplexed; but perceiving a rope hanging down from a beam, he caught
hold of it, and hung by it while the blind men shut the door, and felt
about the room with their sticks. When they had done, and had sat down
again in their places, the robber left his rope, and seated himself
softly by Backbac: who, thinking himself alone with his blind comrades,
said to them, "brothers, since you have trusted me with the money, which
we have been a long time gathering, I will shew you that I am not
unworthy of the confidence you repose in me. The last time we reckoned,
you know that we had ten thousand dirhems, and that we put them into ten
bags: I will shew you that I have not touched one of them;" having so
said, he put his hand among some old clothes, and taking out the bags
one after another, gave them to his comrades, saying, "there they are:
you may judge by their weight that they are whole, or you may tell them
if you please." His comrades answered, "there was no need, they did not
mistrust him;" so he opened one of the bags, and took out ten dirhems,
and each of the other blind men did the like.

Backbac put the bags into their place again; after which, one of the
blind men said to him, "there is no need to lay out any thing for
supper, for I have collected as much victuals from good people as will
serve us all;" at the same time he took out of his bag bread and cheese,
and some fruit, and putting all upon the table, they began to eat. The
robber, who sat at Backbac's right hand, picked out the best, and eat
with them; but, whatever care he took to make no noise, Backbac heard
his chaps going, and cried out immediately, "We are undone, there is
a stranger among us!" Having so said, he stretched out his hand, and
caught hold of the robber by the arm, cried out "_thieves!_" fell upon
him, and struck him. The other blind men fell upon him in like manner;
the robber defended himself as well as he could, and being young and
vigorous, besides having the advantage of his eyes, he swung by the
hanging rope, and gave furious kicks, sometimes to one, sometimes to
another, and cried out "_thieves!_" louder than they did.

[Illustration: 029]

The neighbours came running at the noise, broke open the door, and had
much ado to separate the combatants; but having at last succeeded, they
asked the cause of their quarrel. Backbac, who still had hold of the
robber, cried out, "gentlemen, this man I have hold of is a thief, and
stole in with us on purpose to rob us of the little money we have." The
thief, who shut his eyes as soon as the neighbours came, feigned himself
blind, and exclaimed, "gentlemen, he is a liar. I swear to you by
heavens, and by the life of the caliph, that I am their companion, and
they, refuse to give me my just share. They have all four fallen upon
me, and I demand justice." The neighbours would not interfere in their
quarrel, but carried them all before the judge. When they came before
the magistrate, the robber, without staying to be examined, cried out,
still feigning to be blind, "sir, since you are deputed to administer
justice by the caliph, whom God prosper, I declare to you that we are
equally criminal, my four comrades and I; but we have all engaged, upon
oath, to confess nothing except we be bastinadoed; so that if you would
know our crime, you need only order us to be bastinadoed, and begin with
me." Backbac would have spoken, but was not allowed to do so, and the
robber was put under the bastinado.

The robber, being under the bastinado, had the courage to bear twenty or
thirty blows: when, pretending to be overcome with pain, he first opened
one eye, and then the other, and crying out for mercy, begged the judge
would put a stop to the blows. The judge, perceiving that he looked upon
him with his eyes open, was much surprised, and said to him, "rogue,
what is the meaning of this miracle?"

"Sir," replied the robber, "I will discover to you an important secret,
if you will pardon me, and give me, as a pledge that you will keep your
word, the seal-ring which you have on your finger." The judge consented,
gave him his ring, and promised him pardon. "Under this promise,"
continued the robber, "I must confess to you, sir, that I and my four
comrades do all see very well. We feigned ourselves to be blind, that
we might freely enter people's houses, and women's apartments, where we
abuse their weakness. I must farther confess to you, that by this trick
we have gained together ten thousand dirhems: this day I demanded of
my partners two thousand that belonged to my share, but they refused,
because I told them I would leave them, and they were afraid I should
accuse them. Upon my pressing still to have my share, they fell upon me;
for which I appeal to those people who brought us before you. I expect
from your justice, sir, that you will make them deliver me the two
thousand dirhems which are my due; and if you have a mind that my
comrades should confess the truth, you must order them three times as
many blows as I have had, and you will find they will open their eyes as
well as I have done." Backbac, and the other three blind men, would have
cleared themselves of this horrid charge, but the judge would not hear
them; "villains," said he, "do you feign yourselves blind then, and,
under that pretext of moving their compassion, cheat people, and commit
such crimes?"

"He is an impostor," cried Backbac, "and we take God to witness that
none of us can see." All that Backbac could say was in vain, his
comrades and he received each of them two hundred blows. The judge
expected them to open their eyes, and ascribed to their obstinacy what
really they could not do; all the while the robber said to the blind
men, "_Poor fools that you are, open your eyes, and do not suffer
yourselves to be beaten to death_." Then addressing himself to the
judge, said, "I perceive, sir, that they will be maliciously obstinate
to the last, and will never open their eyes. They wish certainly to
avoid the shame of reading their own condemnation in the face of every
one that looks upon them; it were better, if you think fit, to pardon
them, and to send some person along with me for the ten thousand dirhems
they have hidden."

The judge consented to give the robber two thousand dirhems, and kept
the rest himself; and as for Backbac and his three companions, he
thought he shewed them pity by sentencing them only to be banished.

[Illustration: 032]


_A Scene from "Peregrine Pickle"_

Among those who frequented the pump-room at Bath, was an old officer,
whose temper, naturally impatient, was, by repeated attacks of the gout,
which had almost deprived him of the use of his limbs, sublimated into
a remarkable degree of virulence and perverseness: he imputed the
inveteracy of his distemper to the mal-practice of a surgeon who had
administered to him, while he laboured under the consequences of
an unfortunate amour; and this supposition had inspired him with an
insurmountable antipathy to all the professors of the medical art, which
was more and more confirmed by the information of a friend at London,
who had told him, that it was a common practice among the physicians at
Bath to dissuade their patients from drinking the water, that the cure,
and in consequence their attendance, might be longer protracted.

Thus prepossessed, he had come to Bath, and, conformable to a few
general instructions he had received, used the waters without any
farther direction, taking all occasions of manifesting his hatred and
contempt of the sons of Æsculapius, both by speech and gesticulations,
and even by pursuing a regimen quite contrary to that which he knew they
prescribed to others who seemed to be exactly in his condition. But he
did not find his account in this method, how successful soever it may
have been in other cases. His complaints, instead of vanishing, were
every day more and more enraged; and at length he was confined to his
bed, where he lay blaspheming from morn to night, and from night to
morn, though still more determined than ever to adhere to his former

In the midst of his torture, which was become the common joke of the
town, being circulated through the industry of the physicians, who
triumphed in his disaster, Peregrine, by means of Mr. Pipes, employed a
country fellow, who had come to market, to run with great haste, early
one morning, to the lodgings of all the doctors in town, and desire them
to attend the colonel with all imaginable despatch. In consequence of
this summons, the whole faculty put themselves in motion; and three
of the foremost arriving at the same instant of time, far from
complimenting one another with the door, each separately essayed to
enter, and the whole triumvirate stuck in the passage; while they
remained thus wedged together, they descried two of their brethren
posting towards the same goal, with all the speed that God had enabled
them to exert; upon which they came to a parley, and agreed to stand
by one another. This covenant being made, they disentangled themselves,
and, inquiring about the patient, were told by the servant that he had
just fallen asleep.

Having received this intelligence, they took possession of his
antichamber, and shut the door, while the rest of the tribe posted
themselves on the outside as they arrived; so that the whole passage
was filled, from the top of the stair-case to the street-door; and the
people of the house, together with the colonel's servant, struck dumb
with astonishment. The three leaders of this learned gang had no
sooner made their lodgement good, than they began to consult about the
patient's malady, which every one of them pretended to have considered
with great care and assiduity. The first who gave his opinion said, the
distemper was an obstinate arthritis; the second affirmed, that it was
no other than a confirmed lues; and the third swore it was an inveterate
scurvy. This diversity of opinions was supported by a variety of
quotations from medical authors, ancient as well as modern; but these
were not of sufficient authority, or at least not explicit enough, to
decide the dispute; for there are many schisms in medicine, as well as
in religion, and each set can quote the fathers in support of the tenets
they profess. In short, the contention rose to such a pitch of clamour,
as not only alarmed the brethren on the stair, but also awaked the
patient from the first nap he had enjoyed in the space of ten whole
days. Had it been simply waking, he would have been obliged to them
for the noise that disturbed him; for, in that case, he would have been
relieved from the tortures of hell fire, to which, in his dream, he
fancied himself exposed: but this dreadful vision had been the result of
that impression which was made upon his brain by the intolerable
anguish of his joints; so that when he waked, the pain, instead of being
allayed, was rather aggravated, by a great acuteness of sensation; and
the confused vociferation in the next room invading his ears at the same
time, he began to think his dream was realized, and, in the pangs of
despair, applied himself to a bell that stood by his bedside, which he
rung with great violence and perseverance.

This alarm put an immediate stop to the disputation of the three
doctors, who, upon this notice of his being awake, rushed into his
chamber without ceremony; and two of them seizing his arms, the third
made the like application to one of his temples. Before the patient
could recollect himself from the amazement which had laid hold on him
at this unexpected irruption, the room was filled by the rest of the
faculty, who followed the servant that entered in obedience to his
master's call; and the bed was in a moment surrounded by these gaunt
ministers of death. The colonel seeing himself beset with such an
assemblage of solemn visages and figures, which he had always considered
with the utmost detestation and abhorrence, was incensed to a most
inexpressible degree of indignation; and so inspirited by his rage,
that, though his tongue denied its office, his other limbs performed
their functions: he disengaged himself from the triumvirate, who had
taken possession of his body, sprung out of bed with incredible agility,
and, seizing one of his crutches, applied it so effectually to one of
the three, just as he stooped to examine the patient's water, that his
tye-periwig dropped into the pot, while he himself fell motionless on
the floor.

This significant explanation disconcerted the whole fraternity; every
man turned his face, as if it were by instinct, towards the door;
and the retreat of the community being obstructed by the efforts of
individuals, confusion and tumultuous uproar ensued: for the colonel,
far from limiting his prowess to the first exploit, handled his weapon
with astonishing vigour and dexterity, without respect of persons; so
that few or none of them had escaped without marks of his displeasure,
when his spirits failed, and he sunk down again quite exhausted on his

[Illustration: 037]

Favoured by this respite, the discomfited faculty collected their hats
and wigs, which had fallen off in the fray; and perceiving the assailant
too much enfeebled to renew the attack, set up their throats altogether,
and loudly threatened to prosecute him severely for such an outrageous

By this time the landlord had interposed; and inquiring into the
cause of the disturbance, was informed of what had happened by the
complainants, who, at the same time, giving him to understand that
they had been severally summoned to attend the colonel that morning,
he assured them, that they had been imposed upon by some wag, for his
lodger had never dreamed of consulting any one of their profession.

Thunderstruck at this declaration, the general clamour instantaneously
ceased; and each, in particular, at once comprehending the nature of
the joke, they sneaked silently off with the loss they had sustained, in
unutterable shame and mortification, while Peregrine and his friend, who
took care to be passing that way by accident, made a full stop at
sight of such an extraordinary efflux, and enjoyed the countenance and
condition of every one as he appeared; nay, even made up to some of
those who seemed most affected with their situation, and mischievously
tormented them with questions touching this unusual congregation; then,
in consequence of the information they received from the landlord and
the colonel's valet, subjected the sufferers to the ridicule of all the
company in town.

As it would have been impossible for the authors of the farce to keep
themselves concealed from the indefatigable inquiries of the physicians,
they made no secret of their having directed the whole; though they
took care to own it in such an ambiguous manner as afforded no handle of

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_A Scene from "Peregrine Pickle."_

Peregrine, by his insinuating behaviour, acquired the full confidence
of the doctor, who invited him to an entertainment, which he intended
to prepare in the manner of the ancients. Pickle, struck with this idea,
eagerly embraced the proposal, which he honoured with many encomiums,
as a plan in all respects worthy of his genius and apprehension; and the
day was appointed at some distance of time, that the treater might have
leisure to compose certain pickles and confections, which were not to be
found among the culinary preparations of these degenerate days.

With a view of rendering the physician's taste more conspicuous,
and extracting from it more diversion, Peregrine proposed that some
foreigners should partake of the banquet; and the task being left to
his care and discretion, he actually bespoke the company of a French
marquis, an Italian count, and a German baron, whom he knew to be most
egregious coxcombs, and therefore more likely to enhance the joy of the

Accordingly, the hour being arrived, he conducted them to the hotel
where the physician lodged, after having regaled their expectations with
an elegant meal in the genuine old Roman taste; and they were received
by Mr. Pallet, who did the honours of the house, while his friend
superintended the cook below. By this communicative painter, the guests
understood that the doctor had met with numerous difficulties in
the execution of his design; that no fewer than five cooks had been
dismissed, because they could not prevail upon their own consciences to
obey his directions in things that were contrary to the present practice
of their art; and that although he had at last engaged a person, by
an extraordinary premium, to comply with his orders, the fellow was so
astonished, mortified, and incensed, at the commands he had received,
that his hair stood on end, and he begged on his knees to be released
from the agreement he had made; but finding that his employer insisted
upon the performance of his contract, and threatened to introduce him
to the commissaire, if he should flinch from the bargain, he had, in the
discharge of his office, wept, sung, cursed, and capered, for two hours
without intermission.

While the company listened to this odd information, by which they were
prepossessed with strange notions of the dinner, their ears were invaded
by a piteous voice, that exclaimed in French, "For the love of God! dear
sir! for the passion of Jesus Christ! spare me the mortification of
the honey and oil!" Their ears still vibrated with the sound, when the
doctor entering, was by Peregrine made acquainted with the strangers, to
whom he, in the transports of his wrath, could not help complaining of
the want of complaisance he had found in the Parisian vulgar, by which
his plan had been almost entirely ruined and set aside. The French
marquis, who thought the honour of his nation was concerned at this
declaration, professed his sorrow for what had happened, so contrary
to the established character of the people, and undertook to see the
delinquents severely punished, provided he could be informed of their
names or places of abode. The mutual compliments that passed on this
occasion were scarce finished, when a servant coming into the room,
announced dinner; and the entertainer led the way into another
apartment, where they found a long table, or rather two boards joined
together, and furnished with a variety of dishes, the steams of which
had such evident effect upon the nerves of the company, that the marquis
made frightful grimaces, under pretence of taking snuff; the Italian's
eyes watered, the German's visage underwent several distortions of
feature; our hero found means to exclude the odour from his sense of
smelling, by breathing only through his mouth; and the poor painter,
running into another room, plugged his nostrils with, tobacco. The
doctor himself, who was the only person then present whose organs were
not discomposed, pointing to a couple of couches placed on each side of
the table, told his guests that he was sorry he could not procure the
exact triclinia of the ancients, which were somewhat different from
these conveniences, and desired they would have the goodness to repose
themselves without ceremony, each in his respective couchette, while he
and his friend Mr. Pallet would place themselves upright at the ends,
that they might have the pleasure of serving those that lay along. This
disposition, of which the strangers had no previous idea, disconcerted
and perplexed them in a most ridiculous manner; the marquis and baron
stood bowing to each other, on pretence of disputing the lower seat,
but, in reality, with a view of profiting by the example of each other:
for neither of them understood the manner in which they were to loll;
and Peregrine, who enjoyed their confusion, handed the count to the
other side, where, with the most mischievous politeness, he insisted
upon his taking possession of the upper place.

In this disagreeable and ludicrous suspense, they continued acting a
pantomime of gesticulations, until the doctor earnestly entreated them
to wave all compliment and form, lest the dinner should be spoiled
before the ceremonial could be adjusted. Thus conjured, Peregrine took
the lower couch on the left-hand side, laying himself gently down, with
his face towards the table. The marquis, in imitation of this pattern,
(though he would have much rather fasted three days than run the risk of
discomposing his dress by such an attitude,) stretched himself, upon the
opposite place, reclining upon his elbow in a most painful and awkward
situation, with his head raised above the end of the couch, that the
economy of his hair might not suffer by the projection of his body. The
Italian, being a thin limber creature, planted himself next to Pickle,
without sustaining any misfortune, but that of his stocking being tom
by a ragged nail of the seat, as he raised his legs on a level with the
rest of his limbs. But the baron, who was neither so wieldy nor supple
in his joints as his companions, flounced himself down with such
precipitation, that his feet, suddenly tilting up, came in furious
contact with the head of the marquis, and demolished every curl in a
twinkling, while his own skull, at the same instant, descended upon the
side of his couch with such violence, that his periwig was struck off,
and the whole room filled with pulvilio.

The drollery of distress that attended this disaster entirely vanquished
the affected gravity of our young gentleman, who was obliged to suppress
his laughter by cramming his handkerchief into his mouth; for the
bareheaded German asked pardon with such ridiculous confusion, and the
marquis admitted his apology with such rueful complaisance, as were
sufficient to awaken the mirth of a quietist.

This misfortune being repaired, as well as the circumstances of
the occasion would permit, and every one settled according to the
arrangement already described, the doctor graciously undertook to give
some account of the dishes as they occurred, that the company might be
directed in their choice; and, with an air of infinite satisfaction,
thus began:--"This here, gentlemen, is a boiled goose, served up in a
sauce composed of pepper, lovage, coriander, mint, rue, anchovies,
and oil. I wish for your sakes, gentlemen, it was one of the geese of
Ferrara, so much celebrated among the ancients for the magnitude of
their livers, one of which is said to have weighed upwards of two
pounds; with this food, exquisite as it was, did the tyrant Heliogabalus
regale his hounds. But I beg pardon, I had almost forgot the soup, which
I hear is so necessary an article at all tables in France. At each
end there are dishes of the salacacabia of the Romans; one is made of
parsley, pennyroyal, cheese, pine-tops, honey, vinegar, brine, eggs,
cucumbers, onions, and hen livers; the other is much the same as the
soup-maigre of this country. Then there is a loin of boiled veal with
fennel and carraway seed, on a pottage composed of pickle, oil, honey,
and flour, and a curious hashis of the lights, liver, and blood of a
hare, together with a dish of roasted pigeons. Monsieur le Baron, shall
I help you to a plate of this soup?" The German, who did not at all
disapprove of the ingredients, assented to the proposal, and seemed to
relish the composition; while the marquis, being asked by the painter
which of the sillykickabys he chose, was, in consequence of his desire,
accommodated with a portion of the soup-maigre; and the count, in
lieu of spoon meat, of which he said he was no great admirer, supplied
himself with a pigeon, therein conforming to the choice of our young
gentleman, whose example he determined to follow through the whole
course of the entertainment.

The Frenchman, having swallowed the first spoonful, made a full pause,
his throat swelled as if an egg had stuck in his gullet, his eyes
rolled, and his mouth underwent a series of involuntary contractions and
dilations. Pallet, who looked steadfastly at this connoisseur, with a
view of consulting his taste, before he himself would venture upon the
soup, began to be disturbed at these emotions, and observed, with some
concern, that the poor gentleman seemed to be going into a fit; when
Peregrine assured him, that these were symptoms of ecstacy, and, for
further confirmation, asked the marquis how he found the soup. It was
with infinite difficulty that his complaisance could so far master his
disgust, as to enable him to answer, "altogether excellent, upon my
honour!" and the painter, being certified of his approbation, lifted the
spoon to his mouth without scruple; but far from justifying the eulogium
of his taster, when this precious composition diffused itself upon his
palate; he seemed to be deprived of all sense and motion, and sat like
the leaden statue of some river god, with the liquor flowing out at both
sides of his mouth.

The doctor, alarmed at this indecent phenomenon, earnestly inquired into
the cause of it; and when Pallet recovered his recollection, and swore
that he would rather swallow porridge made of burning brimstone than
such an infernal mess as that which he had tasted, the physician, in
his own vindication, assured the company, that, except the usual
ingredients, he had mixed nothing in the soup but some sal ammoniac,
instead of the ancient nitrum, which could not now be procured;
and appealed to the marquis, whether such a succedaneum was not an
improvement on the whole. The unfortunate petit maître, driven to
the extremity of his condescension, acknowledged it to be a masterly
refinement; and deeming himself obliged, in point of honour, to evince
his sentiments by his practice, forced a few more mouthfuls of this
disagreeable potion down his throat, till his stomach was so much
offended, that he was compelled to start up of a sudden; and, in the
hurry of his elevation, overturned his plate into the bosom of the
baron. The emergency of his occasions would not permit him to stay and
make apologies for this abrupt behaviour; so that he flew into another
apartment, where Pickle found him puking, and crossing himself with
great devotion; and a chair, at his desire, being brought to the door,
he slipped into it more dead than alive, conjuring his friend Pickle
to make his peace with the company, and in particular excuse him to the
baron, on account of the violent fit of illness with which he had been
seized. It was not without reason that he employed a mediator; for when
our hero returned to the dining-room, the German had got up, and was
under the hands of his own lacquey, who wiped the grease from a rich
embroidered waistcoat, while he, almost frantic with his misfortune,
stamped upon the ground, and in High Dutch cursed the unlucky banquet,
and the impertinent entertainer, who all this time, with great
deliberation, consoled him for the disaster, by assuring him, that the
damage might be repaired with some oil of turpentine and a hot iron.
Peregrine, who could scarce refrain from laughing in his face, appeased
his indignation, by telling him how much the whole company, and
especially the marquis, was mortified at the accident; and the unhappy
salacacabia being removed, the places were filled with two pyes, one
of dormice, liquored with syrup of white poppies, which the doctor
had substituted in the room of roasted poppy-seed, formerly eaten with
honey, as a dessert; and the other composed of a hock of pork baked in

Pallet, hearing the first of these dishes described, lifted up his hands
and eyes, and, with signs of loathing and amazement, pronounced, "A
pye made of dormice and syrup of poppies! Lord in heaven! what beastly
fellows those Romans were!" His friend checked him for his irreverent
exclamation with a severe look, and recommended the veal, of which he
himself cheerfully ate, with such encomiums to the company, that the
baron resolved to imitate his example, after having called for abumper
of Burgundy, which the physician, for his sake, wished to have been the
true wine of Falernum. The painter, seeing nothing else upon the table
which he would venture to touch, made a merit of necessity, and had
recourse to the veal also; although he could not help saying, that he
would not give one slice of the roast beef of Old England for all the
dainties of a Roman emperor's table. But all the doctor's invitations
and assurances could not prevail upon his guests to honour the hashis
and the goose; and that course was succeeded by another, in which he
told them there were divers of those dishes, which, among the ancients,
had obtained the appellation of _politeles_, or magnificent. "That
which smokes in the middle," said he, "is a sow's stomach, filled with a
composition of minced pork, hog's brains, eggs, pepper, cloves, garlic,
aniseed, rue, ginger, oil, wine, and pickle. On the right-hand side are
the teats and belly of a sow, just farrowed, fried with sweet wine, oil,
flour, lovage, and pepper. On the left is a fricassee of snails, fed, or
rather purged, with milk. At that end next Mr. Pallet, are fritters of
pompions, lovage, origanum, and oil; and here are a couple of pullets.
roasted and stuffed in the manner of Apicius."

[Illustration: 050]

The painter, who had by wry faces testified his abhorrence of the
sow's stomach, which he compared to a bagpipe, and the snails which had
undergone purgation, no sooner heard him mention the roasted pullets,
than he eagerly solicited a wing of the fowl; upon which the doctor
desired he would take the trouble of cutting them up, and accordingly
sent them round, while Mr. Pallet tucked the table-cloth under his chin,
and brandished his knife, and, fork with singular address; but scarce
were they set down before him, when the tears ran down his cheeks, and
he called aloud, in manifest disorder,--"Zounds! this is the essence,
of a whole bed of garlic!" That he might not, however, disappoint or
disgrace the entertainer, he applied his instruments to one of the
birds; and, when he opened up the cavity, was assaulted by such an
irruption of intolerable smells, that, without staying to disengage
himself from the cloth, he sprung away, with an exclamation of "Lord
Jesus!" and involved the whole table in havoc, ruin, and confusion.

Before Pickle could accomplish his escape, he was sauced with a syrup of
the dormice pye, which went to-pieces in the general wreck: and as
for the Italian count, he was overwhelmed by the sow's stomach, which,
bursting in the fall, discharged its contents upon his leg and thigh,
and scalded him so miserably, that he shrieked with anguish, and grinned
with a most ghastly and horrible aspect.

The baron, who sat secure without the vortex of this tumult, was not at
all displeased at seeing his companions involved in such a calamity as
that which he had already shared; but the doctor was confounded with
shame and vexation. After having prescribed an application of oil to
the count's leg, he expressed his sorrow for the misadventure, which he
openly ascribed to want of taste and prudence in the painter, who did
not think proper to return, and make an apology in person; and protested
that there was nothing in the fowls which could give offence to a
sensible nose, the stuffing being a mixture of pepper, loyage, and
assafotida, and the sauce consisting of wine and herring-pickle, which
he had used instead of the celebrated _garum_ of the Romans; that famous
pickle having been prepared sometimes of the _scombri_, which were a
sort of tunny fish, and sometimes of the _silurus_, or shad fish; nay,
he observed, that there was a third kind called _garum homation_, made
of the guts, gills, and blood of the _thynnus_.

The physician, finding it would be impracticable to re-establish the
order of the banquet, by presenting again the dishes which had been
discomposed, ordered every thing to be removed, a clean cloth to be
laid, and the dessert to be brought in.

Meanwhile, he regretted his incapacity to give them a specimen of the
_alieus_, or fish-meals of the ancients, such as the _jus diabaton_,
the conger-eel, which, in Galen's opinion, is hard of digestion; the
_cornuta_, or gurnard, described by Pliny in his Natural History, who
says, the horns of many were a foot and a half in length; the mullet
and lamprey, that were in the highest estimation of old, of which
last Julius Cæsar borrowed six thousand for one triumphal supper. He
observed, that the manner of dressing them was described by Horace, in
the account he gives of the entertainment to which Maecenas was invited
by the epicure Nasiedenus,

     Affertur squillas inter muraena natantes, &c.

and told them, that they were commonly eaten with the _thus Syriacum_,
a certain anodyne and astringent seed, which qualified the purgative
nature of the fish. Finally, this learned physician gave them to
understand, that, though this was reckoned a luxurious dish in the
zenith of the Roman taste, it was by no means comparable, in point of
expense, to some preparations in vogue about the time of that absurd
voluptuary Heliogabalus, who ordered the brains of six hundred ostriches
to be compounded in one mess.

By this time the dessert appeared, and the company were not a little
rejoiced to see plain olives in salt and water: but what the master of
the feast valued himself upon was a sort of jelly, which he affirmed
to be preferable to the _hypotrimma_ of Hesychius, being a mixture of
vinegar, pickle, and honey, boiled to a proper consistence, and candied
assafotida, which he asserted, in contradiction to Aumelbergius and
Lister, was no other than the _laser Syriacum_, so precious as to be
sold among the ancients to the weight of a silver penny. The gentlemen
took his word for the excellency of this gum, but contented themselves
with the olives, which gave such an agreeable relish to the wine, that
they seemed very well disposed to console themselves for the disgraces
they had endured; and Pickle, unwilling to lose the least circumstance
of entertainment that could be enjoyed in their company, went in quest
of the painter, who remained in his penitentials in another apartment,
and could not be persuaded to re-enter the banqueting-room, until
Peregrine undertook to procure his pardon from those whom he had
injured. Having assured him of this indulgence, our young gentleman led
him in like a criminal, bowing on all hands with an air of humility and
contrition; and particularly addressing himself to the count, to whom
he swore in English, as God was his Saviour, he had no intent to affront
man, woman, or child; but was fain to make the best of his way, that he
might not give the honourable company cause of offence, by obeying the
dictates of nature in their presence.

When Pickle interpreted this apology to the Italian, Pallet was forgiven
in very polite terms, and even received into favour by his friend the
doctor, in consequence of our hero's intercession; so that all the
guests forgot their chagrin, and paid their respects so piously to
the bottle, that, in a short time, the champaign produced very evident
effects in the behaviour of all present.

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_A Scene from "Peregrine Pickle"_

The painter betook himself to the house of the Flemish Raphael, and
the rest of the company went back to their lodgings; where Peregrine,
taking the advantage of being alone with the physician, recapitulated
all the affronts he had sustained from the painter's petulance,
aggravating every circumstance of the disgrace, and advising him, in the
capacity of a friend, to take care of his honour, which could not fail
to suffer in the opinion of the world, if he allowed himself to be
insulted with impunity by one so much his inferior in every degree of

The physician assured him, that Pallet had hitherto escaped
chastisement, by being deemed an object unworthy his resentment, and
in consideration of the wretch's family, for which his compassion was
interested; but that repeated injuries would inflame the most benevolent
disposition; and although he could find no precedent of duelling among
the Greeks and Romans, whom he considered as the patterns of demeanour,
Pallet should no longer avail himself of his veneration for the
ancients, but be punished for the very, next offence he should commit.

Having thus spirited up the doctor to a resolution from which he could
not decently swerve, our adventurer acted the incendiary with the other
party also; giving him to understand, that the physician treated his
character with such contempt, and behaved to him with such insolence, as
no gentleman ought to bear: that, for his own part, he was every day put
out of countenance by their mutual animosity, which appeared in nothing
but vulgar expressions, more becoming shoe-boys and oyster-women
than men of honour and education; and therefore he should be obliged,
contrary to his inclination, to break off all correspondence with them
both, if they would not fall upon some method to retrieve the dignity of
their characters.

These representations would have had little effect upon the timidity of
the painter, who was likewise too much of a Grecian to approve of single
combat, in any other way than that of boxing, an exercise in which he
was well skilled, had they not been accompanied with an insinuation,
that his antagonist was no Hector, and that he might humble him into any
concession, without running the least personal risk. Animated by this
assurance, our second Rubens set the trumpet of defiance to his mouth,
swore he valued not his life a rush, when his honour was concerned, and
entreated Mr. Pickle to be the bearer of a challenge, which he would
instantly commit to writing.

The mischievous fomenter highly applauded this manifestation of courage,
by which he was at liberty to cultivate his friendship and society,
but declined the office of carrying the billet, that his tenderness of
Pallet's reputation might not be misinterpreted into an officious desire
of promoting quarrels. At the same time he recommended Tom Pipes, not
only as a very proper messenger on this occasion, but also as a trusty
second in the field. The magnanimous painter took his advice, and,
retiring to his chamber, penned a challenge in these terms,--

     Sir,--When I am heartily provoked, I fear not the devil
     himself; much less----I will not call you a pedantic
     coxcomb, nor an unmannerly fellow, because these are the
     hippythets of the wulgar: but, remember, such as you are, I
     nyther love you nor fear you; but, on the contrary, expect
     satisfaction for your audacious behaviour to me on divers
     occasions; and will, this evening, in the twilight, meet you
     on the ramparts with sword and pistol, where the Lord have
     mercy on the soul of one of us, for your body shall find no
     favour with your incensed defier, till death.

     'Layman Pallet'

This resolute defiance, after having been submitted to the perusal, and
honoured with the approbation of our youth, was committed to the charge
of Pipes, who, according to his orders, delivered it in the afternoon;
and brought for answer, that the physician would attend him at the
appointed time and place. The challenger was evidently discomposed at
the unexpected news of this acceptance, and ran about the house in
great disorder, in quest of Peregrine, to beg his further advice and
assistance: but understanding that the youth was engaged in private with
his adversary, he began to suspect some collusion, and cursed himself
for his folly and precipitation. He even entertained some thoughts
of retracting his invitation, and submitting to the triumph of his
antagonist: but before he would stoop to this opprobrious condescension,
he resolved to try another expedient, which might be the means of saving
both his character and person. In this hope he visited Mr. Jolter, and
very gravely desired he would be so good as to undertake the office
of his second in a duel which he was to fight that evening with the

The governor, instead of answering his expectation, in expressing
fear and concern, and breaking forth into exclamations of, 'Good God!
gentlemen! what d'ye mean? You shall not murder one another while it is
in my power to prevent your purpose.' I will go directly to the governor
of the place, who shall interpose his authority,' I say, instead
of these and other friendly menaces of prevention, Jolter heard the
proposal with the most phlegmatic tranquillity, and excused himself from
accepting the honour intended for him, on account of his character
and situation, which would not permit him to be concerned in any such
rencounters. Indeed this mortifying reception was owing to a previous
hint from Peregrine, who, dreading some sort of interruption from his
governor, had made him acquainted with his design, and assured him, that
the affair should not be brought to any dangerous issue.

Thus disappointed, the dejected challenger was overwhelmed with
perplexity and dismay; and, in the terrors of death or mutilation,
resolved to deprecate the wrath of his enemy, and conform to any
submission he should propose, when he was accidentally encountered by
our adventurer, who, with demonstrations of infinite satisfaction, told
him, in confidence, that his billet had thrown the doctor into an agony
of consternation; that his acceptance of his challenge was a mere effort
of despair, calculated, to confound the ferocity of the sender, and
dispose him to listen to terms of accommodation; that he had imparted
the letter to him, with fear and trembling, on pretence of engaging him
as a second, but, in reality, with a view of obtaining his good offices
in promoting a reconciliation; but perceiving the situation of his
mind,' added our hero, 'I thought it would be more for your honour to
baffle his expectation, and therefore I readily undertook the task of
attending him to the field, in full assurance that he will there humble
himself before you, even to prostration. In this security you may go and
prepare your arms, and bespeak the assistance of Pipes, who will squire
you to the field, while I keep myself up, that our correspondence may
not be suspected by the physician.' Pallet's spirits, that were sunk to
dejection; rose at this encouragement to all the insolence of triumph;
he again declared his contempt of danger; and his pistols being loaded
and accommodated with new flints, by his trusty armour-bearer, he
waited, without flinching, for the hour of battle.

On the first approach of twilight, somebody knocked at his door,
and Pipes having opened it at his desire, he heard the voice of his
antagonist pronounce,--'Tell Mr. Pallet, that I am going to the place
of appointment.' The painter was not a little surprised at this
anticipation, which, so ill agreed with the information he had received
from Pickle; and his concern beginning to recur, he fortified himself
with a large bumper of brandy, which, however, did not overcome the
anxiety of his thoughts. Nevertheless, he set out on the expedition with
his second, betwixt whom and himself the following dialogue passed, in
their way to the ramparts.--

'Mr. Pipes,' said the painter, with disordered accent, 'methinks the
doctor was in a pestilent hurry with that message of his.'--'Ey, ey,'
answered Tom, 'I do suppose he longs to be foul of you.' 'What!' replied
the other, 'd'ye think he thirsts after my blood?' 'To be sure a does,'
(said Pipes, thrusting a large quid of tobacco into his cheek with great
deliberation). 'If that be the case,' cried Pallet, beginning to shake,
'he is no better than a cannibal, and no Christian ought to fight him
on equal footing.' Tom observing his emotion, eyed him with a frown of
indignation, saying,

'You an't afraid, are you?' 'God forbid!' replied the challenger,
stammering with fear, 'what should I be afraid of? the worst he can do
is to 'take my life, and then he'll be answerable both to God and man
for the murder: don't you think he will?'--'I think no such matter,'
answered the second: 'if so be as how he puts a brace of bullets through
your bows, and kills you fairly, it is no more murder than if I was to
bring down a noddy from the main-top-sail-yard.' By this time Pallet's
teeth chattered with such violence, that he could scarce pronounce this
reply.--'Mr. Thomas, you seem to make very light of a man's life; but I
trust in the Almighty I shall not be so easily brought down. Sure many a
man has fought a duel without losing his life. Do you imagine that I run
such a hazard of falling by the hand of my adversary?' 'You may or you
may not,' said the unconcerned Pipes, 'just as it happens. What then!
death is a debt that every man owes, according to the song; and if you
set foot to foot, I think one of you must go to pot,' 'Foot to foot!'
exclaimed the terrified painter, 'that's downright butchery; and I'll
be damned before I fight any man on earth in such a barbarous way. What!
d'ye take me to be a savage beast?' This declaration he made while they
ascended the ramparts. His attendant, perceiving the physician and his
second at the distance of an hundred paces before them, gave him notice
of their appearance, and advised him to make ready, and behave like a
man. Pallet in vain endeavoured to conceal his panic, which discovered
itself in an universal trepidation of body, and the lamentable tone in
which he answered this exhortation of Pipes, saying,--'I do behave like
a man; but you would have me act the part of a brute.--Are they coming
this way?' When Tom told him that they had faced about, and admonished
him to advance, the nerves of his arm refused, their office, he could
not hold out his pistol, and instead of going forward, retreated with
an insensibility of motion; till Pipes, placing himself in the rear, set
his own back to that of his principal, and swore he should not budge an
inch farther in that direction.

While the valet thus tutored the painter, his master enjoyed the terrors
of the physician, which were more ridiculous than those of Pallet,
because he was more intent upon disguising them. His declaration to
Pickle in the morning would not suffer him to start any objections when
he received the challenge; and finding that the young gentleman made
no offer of mediating the affair, but rather congratulated him on the
occasion, when he communicated the painter's billet, all his efforts
consisted in oblique hints, and general reflexions, upon the absurdity
of duelling, which was first introduced among civilized nations by the
barbarous Huns and Longobards. He likewise pretended to ridicule the
use of fire-arms, which confounded all the distinctions of skill and
address, and deprived a combatant of the opportunity of signalizing his
personal prowess.

Pickle assented to the justness of his observations; but, at the same
time, represented the necessity of complying with the customs of this
world (ridiculous as they were), on which a man's honour and reputation
depend. So that, seeing no hopes of profiting by that artifice, the
republican's agitation became more and more remarkable; and he proposed,
in plain terms, that they should contend in armour, like the combatants
of ancient days; for it was but reasonable, that they should practise
the manner of fighting, since they adopted the disposition of those iron

Nothing could have afforded more diversion to our hero than the sight of
two such duellists cased in iron; and he wished that he had promoted the
quarrel in Brussels, where he could have hired the armour of Charles the
Fifth, and the valiant Duke of Parma, for their accommodation; but as
there was no possibility of furnishing them cap-à-pee at Antwerp, he
persuaded him to conform to the modern use of the sword, and meet the
painter on his own terms; and suspecting that his fear would supply him
with other excuses for declining, the combat, he comforted him with some
distant insinuations, to the prejudice of his adversary's courage, which
would, in all probability, evaporate before any mischief could happen.

Notwithstanding this encouragement, he could not suppress the reluctance
with which he went to the field, and cast many a wishful look over his
left shoulder, to see whether or not his adversary was at his heels.
When, by the advice of his second, he took possession of the ground, and
turned about with his face to the enemy, it was not so dark, but that
Peregrine could perceive the unusual paleness of his countenance, and
the sweat standing in large drops upon his forehead; nay, there was
a manifest disorder in his speech, when he regretted his want of the
_pila_ and _parma_, with which he would have made a rattling noise, to
astonish his foe, in springing forward, and singing the hymn to battle,
in the manner of the ancients.

In the mean time, observing the hesitation of his antagonist, who, far
from advancing, seemed to recoil, and even struggle with his second, he
guessed the situation of the painter's thoughts, and collecting all the
manhood that he possessed, seized the opportunity of profiting by
his enemy's consternation. Striking his sword and pistol together, he
advanced in a sort of a trot, raising a loud howl, in which he repeated,
in lieu of the Spartan song, part of the strophe from one of Pindar's
Pythia, beginning with _ek theon gar mekanai pasai Broteais aretais,
&c_. This imitation of the Greeks had all the desired effect upon the
painter, who seeing the physician running towards him like a fury, with
a pistol in his right hand, which was extended, and hearing the dreadful
yell he uttered, and the outlandish words he produced, was seized with
an universal palsy of his limbs. He would have dropped down upon the
ground, had not Pipes supported and encouraged him to stand upon his
defence. The doctor, contrary to his expectation, finding that he had
not flinched from the spot, though he had now performed one half of his
career, put in practice the last effort, by firing his pistol, the noise
of which no sooner reached the ears of the affrighted painter, than
he recommended his soul to God, and roared for mercy with great

[Illustration: 064]

The republican, overjoyed at this exclamation, commanded him to yield,
and surrender his arms, on pain of immediate death; upon which he threw
away his pistols and sword, in spite of all the admonitions and even
threats of his second, who left him to his fate, and went up to his
master, stopping his nose with signs of loathing and abhorrence.

The victor, having won the _spolia opima_, granted him his life,
on condition that he would on his knees supplicate his pardon,
acknowledging him inferior to his conqueror in every virtue and
qualification, and promise for the future to merit his favour by
submission and respect. These insolent terms were readily embraced by
the unfortunate challenger, who fairly owned, that he was not at all
calculated for the purposes of war, and that henceforth he would contend
with no weapon but his pencil. He begged, with great humility, that
Mr. Pickle would not think the worse of his morals for this defect of
courage, which was a natural infirmity inherited from his father, and
suspend his opinion of his talents, until he should have an opportunity
of contemplating the charms of his Cleopatra, which would be finished in
less than three months.

Our hero observed, with an affected air of displeasure, that no man
could be justly condemned for being subject to the impressions of fear;
and therefore his cowardice might easily be forgiven: but there was
something so presumptuous, dishonest, and disingenuous, in arrogating
a quality to which he knew he had not the smallest pretension, that
he could not forget his misbehaviour all at once, though he would
condescend to communicate with him as formerly, in hopes of seeing
a reformation in his conduct. Pallet protested that there was no
dissimulation in the case: for he was ignorant of his own weakness,
until his resolution was put to the trial: he faithfully promised
to demean himself, during the remaining part of the tour, with that
conscious modesty and penitence which became a person in his condition:
and, for the present, implored the assistance of Mr. Pipes, in
disembarrassing him from the disagreeable consequence of his fear.


The town of Ashbourn, being a great thoroughfare to Buxton Wells, to
the High-peak, and many parts of the North; and being inhabited by many
substantial people concerned in the mines, and having also three or four
of the greatest horse-fairs in that part of England, every year; is a
very populous town.

There appeared at Ashbourn, for some market-days, a very extraordinary
person, in a character, and with an equipage, somewhat singular and
paradoxical: this was one Dr. Stubbs, a physician of the itinerant kind.
The doctor came to town on horseback, yet dressed in a plaid night gown
and red velvet cap. He had a small reading-desk fixed upon the pummel
of his saddle, that supported a large folio, in which, by the help of
a monstrous pair of spectacles, the doctor seemed to read, as the horse
moved slowly on, with a profound attention. A portmanteau behind him
contained his cargo of sovereign medicines, which, as brick-dust was
probably the principal ingredient, must have been no small burden to his
lean steed.

The 'squire, or assistant, led the doctor's horse slowly along, in a
dress less solemn, but not less remarkable, than that of his master.

The doctor, from his Rozinante, attended by his merry-andrew (mounted on
a horse-block before the principal inn), had just begun to harangue
the multitude, and the speech with which he introduced himself each
market-day was to this effect--

"My friends and countrymen! you have frequently been imposed upon, no
doubt, by, quacks and ignorant pretenders to the noble art of physic;
who, in order to gain your attention, have boasted of their many years'
travels into foreign parts, and even the most remote regions of the
habitable globe. One has been physician to the Sophi of Persia, to
the Great Mogul, or the Empress of Russia; and displayed his skill at
Moscow, Constantinople, Delhi, or Ispahan. Another, perhaps, has been
tooth-drawer to the king of Morocco, or corn-cutter to the sultan of
Egypt, or to the grand Turk; or has administered a clyster to the queen
of Trebisond, or to Prester John, or the Lord, knows who--as if the
wandering about from place to place (supposing it to be true) could make
a man a jot the wiser. No, gentlemen, don't be imposed upon by pompous
words and magnificent pretensions. He that goes abroad a fool will come
home a coxcomb.

"Gentlemen! I am no High German or unborn doctor--But here I am--your
own countryman--your fellow subject--your neighbour, as I may say. Why,
gentlemen, eminent as I am now become, I was born but at Coventry, where
my mother now lives--Mary Stubbs by name.

"One thing, indeed, I must boast of, without which I would not presume
to practise the sublime art and mystery of physic. I am the seventh son
of a seventh, son. Seven days was I before I sucked the breast. Seven
months before I was seen to laugh or cry. Seven years before I was heard
to utter seven words; and twice seven years have I studied, night and
day, for the benefit of you, my friends and countrymen: and now here I
am, ready to assist the afflicted, and to cure all manner of diseases,
past, present, and to come; and that out of pure love to my country and
fellow creatures, without fee or reward--except a trifling gratuity,
the prime cost of my medicines; or what you may choose voluntarily to
contribute hereafter, out of gratitude for the great benefit, which, I
am convinced, you will receive from the use of them.

"But come, gentlemen, here is my famous, * Antifebrifuge Tincture; that
cures all internal disorders whatsoever; the whole bottle for one poor

     * A celebrated quack made this blunder; that is, in plain
     English, a tincture that will bring on a fever.

"Here's my Cataplasma Diabolicum, or my Diabolical Cataplasm; that will
cure all external disorders, cuts, bruises, contusions, excoriations,
and dislocations; and all for sixpence.

"But here, gentlemen, here's my famous Balsamum Stubbianum, or Dr.
Stubbs's Sovereign Balsam; renowned over the whole Christian world, as
an universal remedy, which no family ought to be without: it will keep
seven years, and--be as good as it is now. Here's this large bottle,
gentlemen, for the trifling sum of eighteen-pence.

"I am aware that your physical gentlemen here have called me quack, and
ignorant pretender, and the like. But here I am.--Let Dr. Pestle or
Dr. Clyster come forth. I challenge the whole faculty of the town of
Ashbourn, to appear before this good company, and dispute with me in
seven languages, ancient or modern; in Latin, Greek, or Hebrew--in
High-Dutch, French, Italian, or Portuguese. Let them ask me any question
in Hebrew or Arabic, and then it will appear who are men of solid
learning, and who are quacks and ignorant pretenders.

"You see, gentlemen, I challenge them to a fair trial of skill, but not
one of them dares show his face; they confess their ignorance by their

"But come, gentlemen, who buys my elixir Cephalicum, Asthmaticum,
Arthriticum, Diureticum, Emeticum, Diaphoriticum, Nephriticum,
Catharticum.--Come, gentlemen, seize the golden opportunity, whilst
health is so cheaply to be purchased."

After having disposed of a few packets, the doctor told the company,
that as this was the last time of his appearing at Ashbourn (other
parts of the kingdom claiming a part in his patriotic labours), he was
determined to make a present to all those who had been his patients, of
a shilling a-piece. He therefore called upon all those who could produce
any one of Dr. Stubbs's bottles, pill-boxes, plaisters, or even his
hand-bills, to make their appearance, and partake of his generosity.
This produced no small degree of expectation amongst those that had
been the doctor's customers, who gathered round him, with their hands
stretched out, and with wishful looks. "Here, gentlemen," says the
doctor, "stand forth! hold up your hands. I promised to give you a
shilling a-piece. I will immediately per-; form my promise. Here's my
Balsamum Stubbianum; which I have hitherto sold at eighteen-pence the
bottle, you shall now have it for sixpence."

"Come! gemmen," says the merry-andrew, "where are you? Be quick! Don't
stand in your own light. You'll never have such another opportunity--as
long as you live."

The people looked upon each other with an air of disappointment. Some
shook their heads, some grinned at the conceit, and others uttered their
execrations--some few, however, who had been unwilling to throw away
eighteen-pence upon the experiment, ventured to give a single sixpence;
and the doctor picked up eight or nine shillings more by this stratagem,
which was more than the intrinsic value of his horse-load of medicines.

[Illustration: 073]

This egregious quack conceiving that he had now squeezed the last
farthing out of his audience, commenced his retreat from the crowd with
his usual solemnity of deportment, and mock-heroic dignity; when a sly
countryman, who had stood near him for some time, and had listened with
a less than ordinary portion of credulity, nay, who had, indeed, more
than once lifted up his eyes in token of disbelief, and curved his mouth
into an arch of humourous contempt--raised a pitchfork which he had been
leaning upon, and urged it into the posterior of the poor beast, who
was condemned to crawl underneath the Doctor and his baggage.--This
Rozinante no sooner felt the insidious prick, than; bent on revenge, she
raised her heels with deadly intent; but in order to raise her heels,
the old creature found it necessary to lower her head, when the Doctor
took that opportunity, which to say the truth, he could not avoid, of
toppling over her shoulders. While the medical gentleman was performing
his somerset in the air, amidst a shower of his own bottles, to the
manifest delight of the multitude, who shouted and screamed with joy,
and pelted him with stones, and mud, and filth--purely out of the extacy
of their gratification, another well disposed patient taking advantage
of the moment, presented a besom to the Merry Andrew, and fairly swept
him from the horse-block, on which he was capering, among his
master's bottles, gallipots, and nostrums, which now bestrewed the
pavement.--After a few minutes floundering, the faithful pair regained
their legs, and gathering up the remnants of their trade, retreated to
their inn with all convenient speed, amidst the huzzas and laughter of
the mob.

[Illustration: 074]


_A Scene from "Les Barons de Felsheim."_

One evening that those heroes, the Baron of Felsheim and Brandt, were
reclined on their beds, beginning to drink freely, relating their high
feats, and, with becoming modesty, comparing themselves to nothing less
than an Eugene or a Marlborough, Brandt was on a sudden struck with a
sort of inspiration.--"We are very comfortable here," said he to the
Baron.--"Very well indeed," replied Ferdinand XV. with a slight symptom
of ebriety.--"No more guard at night."--"No longer compelled to drink
water."--"No more black bread, Colonel."--"No more Frenchmen, Brandt,
though we beat them sometimes, eh?"--"Aye, but with the loss of an eye."
--"And my poor arm, you have not forgot that?"--"No more than I have
your leg."--"My leg, my leg, ah! that was a sad affair."--"Your health,

"Your's, Brandt."--"I foresee but one little accident, my Lord, that
can disturb our present felicity."--"What's that?"--"O nothing, a mere
trifle.--I was thinking that the good Jews of Franckfort may, if they
please, turn the Baron of Felsheim out of his own castle."--"Faith!
I had forgot those scoundrels," answered the Baron, drinking a bumper;
"however, you shall go to Franckfort to-morrow morning, collect the
rabble together, and bring them here. I will receive them in that famous
tower, where Witikind, with only thirty Saxons, stopped, for three days,
an army of one hundred thousand men, led by Charlemagne in person. The
place will inspire them with that veneration for my person which its
shattered state no longer enforces."--"I will go, Colonel."--"If they
are reasonable--we will pay them."--"If they are not--we must
sabre them."--"That is well said, Brandt,--bravo!"--"Let us drink,
Colonel."--"With all my heart."

The next morning, at break of day, Brandt saddled his horse, gallopped
towards Franckfort, assembled the Israelites, imparted to them the good
intentions of his master, appointed a day the Colonel would be ready to
receive them, and then returned to the castle.

The punctuality of a good soldier to be at his post in the hour of
battle, of a lover in keeping the first appointment of his mistress, or
of a courtier at the levee, is not to be compared with the precision
of a Jew, who has money to receive. Those of Franckfort arrived on the
appointed day, at the appointed hour, and long before the Baron had
slept himself sober. Brandt went to inform him of the arrival of his
creditors, assisted him in putting on a dressing-gown of blue velvet
lined with green stuff, which descended from Ferdinand XIII. and which
Ferdinand XIV. had never worn but to give his public audiences; tied
his sabre over the said gown, placed his double-barrelled pistols in his
belt, combed his whiskers, and put a white cap over that of dirty brown,
which he commonly wore. The Baron, thus accoutred, came forth from
his bed-chamber, leaning on his Squire's shoulder; walked majestically
through two rows, formed by his creditors, and was followed by them to
the tower of Witikind.

After depositing, on a worm-eaten table, his naked sword and his
pistols, the Baron seated himself in an immense arm-chair, stroked his
whiskers, and spoke in the following terms:--

"Rogues that you are; I have summoned you here to free myself from your
importunities."--The Jews made a profound reverence. "I have served
the descendant of Cæsar, who is no better than the descendant of
Witikind:--but, no matter, I have served him. I have been in want of
money, and have subscribed to your own terms; now I hold the purse, and
dictate in my turn. I will give you half what I owe you, provided you
sign a receipt for the whole." The Jews were shocked at this proposal,
and were about to expostulate, but Brandt, giving them a fierce look,
imposed silence, and the Baron repeated his offer. The creditors
shook their heads, in token of discontent. Ferdinand XV. swore, by his
ancestors, that he would cause all the bailiffs, who should dare to
approach his castle, to be thrown into the ditch, and Brandt swore, by
Prince Eugene, that he would immediately treat the Saxon Jews, as the
Arabian Jews had treated the Amalekites, if they did not agree to a
compromise; on saying which, he brandished his sabre over the heads of
the Israelites, who continued, however, unintimidated. A Jew has no fear
for his head, when he trembles for his money.

[Illustration: 078]

The Baron began to be uneasy, swore between his teeth, and was a little
embarrassed, when Brandt, who loved gentle means as well as any body,
when he found nothing else would succeed, advised the Colonel to leave
the room, took up the pistols, went out himself by a postern door,
threatened to blow out the brains of the first who should dare to move,
and shut up the Israelites in the tower.

Although they passed a great part of the day without food, they still
continued obstinate. At length their physical thirst equalled their
thirst for gold, and they endeavoured to move the iron bars, which
Ferdinand XI. had fixed to the windows. The relentless Brandt, who
was armed with a double-barrelled gun, and who kept a sharp look-out,
opposed himself so warmly to their attempt that they were obliged to
abandon it. They then asked for quarter, but Brandt's only reply was,
"Will you take the half of your money?" The Jews signified their dissent
by withdrawing from the window.

When night approached, Brandt, fearing to be surprised, lighted a
fire at the foot of the tower, and he and the Jews spent the hours in
watching each other's motions. The next morning, the prisoners began to
feel the cravings of nature, and one of them demanded a parley. "Will
you have half?" was again the demand of the inflexible Brandt. "We will
take two thirds," said a voice. Brandt pretended not to hear it, and
continued to walk to and fro, with his musket on his shoulder.

At twelve o'clock, the Jews, no longer able to resist the hunger
which tormented them, requested another conference; and, with seeming
reluctance, agreed to take the half of their debt. "You shall have but
one third," replied Brandt; "and, if you do not capitulate instantly,
you shall have nothing." About four, a Jew, almost fainting, said, "Give
us the half."--"You shall have but a quarter," said Brandt. "Well, let
us conclude for a quarter," replied the Israelite: "there are Christians
possessed of less mercy than Jews."

Brandt ran immediately to fetch some paper and a small ink-stand,
tied the whole at the end of a long pole, which he presented to the
prisoners, and ordered them to give a receipt for three parts of the
debt, which was executed instantly, and he received it back by the same
conveyance. He carried this valuable acquisition to the Baron, from whom
he received a small bag of imperial florins, came back to the tower,
paid the remaining quarter, and was particularly careful in obtaining
the title-deeds. He then conducted the Jews to the door, with great
civility, and they departed, wishing him most heartily at the devil.

By way of rejoicing, for the very economical manner in which the Baron
had discharged his debts, Brandt placed upon the table a large piece of
smoked bacon, and an old cock roasted; and it was agreed, for once,
that they should begin to drink at five o'clock, even at the risk of not
finding their way to bed until the next morning.


_A Scene from Shakspeare._

_Enter Fluellen and Gower._

_Gow._ Nay, that's right: but why wear you your leek to day? St. David's
day is past.

_Flu_. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things;
I will tell you as a friend, Captain Gower; the rascally, scauld,
beggarly, lowsie, pragging knave Pistol, which you and yourself and
all the world know to be no petter than a fellow (look you now) of no
merits; he is come to me and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look
you, and bid me eat my leek. It was in a place where I could breed no
contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap,
till I see him once again; and then I will tell him a little piece of my

_Enter Pistol._

_Gow_. Why, here he comes, swelling like a Turky-cock.

_Flu._ 'Tis no matter for his swelling, nor his Turky-cocks. God plesse
you, aunchient Pistol: you scurvy, lowsie knave, God plesse you.

_Pist_. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, to have me
fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

_Flu._ I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsie knave, at my desires, and
my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: because,
look you, you do not love it; and your affections, and your appetites,
and your digestions, does not agree with it; I would desire you to eat

[Illustration: 084]

_Pist._ Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.

_Flu_. There is one goat for you, [Strikes him.] Will you be so good,
scald knave, as eat it?

_Pist_. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

_Flu._ You say very true, scald knave, when God's will is: I will desire
you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is sawce
for it----

[Strikes him] You call'd me yesterday, Mountain-Squire, but I will make
you to day a Squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock
a leek, you can eat a leek.

_Gow_. Enough, captain; you have astonish'd him.

_Flu_. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat
his pate four days and four nights. Pite, I pray you; it is good for
your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

_Pist._ Must I bite?

_Flu_. Yes, out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.--

_Pist_. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat and swear----

_Flu_. Eat, I pray you; will you have some more sawce to your leek?
there is not enough leek to swear by. .

_Pist._ Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.

_Flu._ Much good do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, pray you, throw
none away, the skin is good for your proken coxcomb: when you take
occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em, that's all.

_Pist_. Good.

_Flu._ Ay, leeks is good; hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

_Pist._ Me a groat!

_Flu_. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another
leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

_Pist._ I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.

_Flu_. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a
woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels; God pe wi' you, and keep
you, and heal your pate. [Exit.]

_Pist._ All hell shall stir for this.

_Gore_. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly knave: will you mock at
an antient tradition, began upon an honourable respect, and worn as
a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your
deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this
gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak
English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English
cudgel; you find it otherwise; and henceforth let a Welsh correction
teach you a good English condition: fare you well. [Exit.]

[Illustration: 086]

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