scribing him as having been seen at ing; and gave such appalling shrieks, the Ship in a narrow street near though two of the wardens remained Wapping; who proceeding thither, with him day and night, that the and sedulously inquiring, the quon- other inmates of the place who endam chancellor was traced to a com- joyed their liberty lived in terror, mon dark taproom, unshaven, and and the nightly guards remained at disguised as a sailor in a ragged blue their posts in a state of the greatest jacket and knee-trousers, drinking disquietude. Yet spite of the knowporter with some colliers, to hide ledge of these troublous events, which suspicion ; when he was at once re- every one knew, such is the frowardcognised, openly accused, and, after ness of the wicked spirit of party, a struggle, he was pointed out and that even in the Tower, at this very captured : for no sooner was it known time, there were some few adherents that the prize was the bloodstained to the cause of the bigot prince, even Chancellor Jefferies than all the amongst the garrison, who secretly neighbourhood became parties to his toasted him, and prided themselves capture, and the commotion in con- in their obduracy for remaining sequence became alarming.

Jacobites ! They hired a boat, crossed the About the year 1776, a party was Thames into Kent, and under a proposed in the Temple, to which strong escort marched him over Dr. Samuel Johnson was invited, to London Bridge back into the city; meet Sir Joshua Reynolds, Garrick, where, inquiring for the lord-mayor, Mr. Beauclerk, the Hon. John Byng, they relinquished their prisoner into Mr. Wyndham, Dr. Brocklesby, and his hands, upon receiving his sacred a few other distinguished persons, assurance that he should be secured named by Dr. Richard Burney. The in the Tower, and given up to be party originated with this musical tried by the offended laws of his doctor, he having won a wager from country.

Garrick on a question about the It was said that the rage and in- Temple organ, as to who was the dignation of the multitude who sur- builder thereof, when it was satisrounded the culprit exceeded de- factorily proved that the ingenious scription, and that the lord-mayor, German mechanic, Fader Schmidt, certain aldermen, and other city au- was the man; and every one was thorities whom they hastily met in satisfied with the testimony of the the city, and who supported him with learned Burney in the Gorman's becoming spirit, had the utmost diffi- favour. culty in preventing the enraged po- The day appointed for this meetpulace from tearing Jefferies to pieces; ing fell upon the 5th of November ; and when they reached that dread and Dr. Burney presided at the organ fortress the Tower, it is supposed that of the Temple church, by favour of they were accompanied by twenty the organist. All the party attended thousand people, who filled the air the morning service there. with their howlings and execrations. It appears that this Jefferies, who When they entered upon the first had chambers in the Temple, and bridge in that state prison, an old possessed great influence amongst the field-officer of the garrison, whose principals of that ancient law frabrother's son had been condemned ternity, was, whilst a young man, by Jefferies and hanged at Dorches- universally admired for his versatile ter, observed, his grey hairs standing talent and many engaging qualities. erect, “Look! behold the murderer! He was a favourite in the green-room Death and hell by turns have already at the Duke of York's theatre in taken possession of his livid visage !" Dorset Gardens, an amateur perBut when the prison-door was closed former in the drama, a good comic upon him, he uttered a shriek, stared singer, and famed for performing the wildly about him, and staggering favourite song of "Old Rowley,” a round the apartment, fell into a satire on King Charles II. Ile was, swoon!

as his contemporary, Tom d'Urfey, During his incarceration his per- said, the great patron of tavern clubs, turbed conscience appeared in inde- and the most joyous of all the celescribable agony. He was constantly brated convives of his day. talking to himself, or loudly groan- It being determined to set up an organ in the Temple church, by a About the year 1740, the celegeneral subscription fund to be raised brated Samuel Johnson, then one of by the Templars; and the question the writers for the Gentleman's Mabeing long debated who should re- gazine, lived in great intimacy with ceive the commission to erect it, certain Scotchmen, and sometimes several rival candidates applied, and mixed in a club, chiefly composed of the subscribers were long in coming Jacobites, who assembled in the first to a determination; when, at a meet- floor of an obsolete tavern in Little ing held at the Devil and St. Dunstan Britain. One of the members theretavern, hard by the entrance gate, of, a tall, thin, grey-headed man, Jefferies made so able a speech, and had personally known the late King evinced such superior tact and ge- James, and was in his army at the neral information upon the question, battle of the Boyne. This Scot was that by a large majority he was em- a man of whom Johnson seldom powered to decide the matter; and spoke but with reminiscences of the after hearing each instrument, his fondest regard : " For at that time," preference was at once adopted in said Johnson, “I frequently stood in favour of Father Schmidt, a German need of a dinner ; but this venerable organ-builder; and his fiat was the Jacobite supplied my need, and permeans of making Schmidt's fortune. formed the office with such a noble

Jefferies, amongst his other quali- and disinterested grace (though his fications, was an extraordinary mimic, income, which he acquired solely by and his imitations of the Anglo- his pen, was not half the sum which German (as pronounced by Father his rare talent merited), that I can Schmidt) were quite unique. Bet- scarce recur to his generous memory terton, the tragedian, and his accom- without tears. Poor, dear Macallister! plished wife, and their protégée the we often disputed, and I remember celebrated Mrs. Oldfield, on hearing more than once calling him a savage; him at their supper-table one night, but then I qualified the offensive were enraptured, and became entirely epithet by declaring that he inheconvulsed with laughter.

rited the noble qualities of a savage. It is evident that some of the fa- “ The period of which I speak,' mily of Jefferies had a predilection said Johnson, “ was within half a for humour, for his near relation, century of the glorious Revolution, who was an alderman and merchant, and many individuals of this Jacobite residing in Queen Street, Cheapside, fraternity were even then (remember a man beloved, and of considerable they were natives of the north) apinfluence, obtained for young Jef- parently in their prime; and having feries much practice as a barrister, no fear of me, they spoke their minds and afterwards some valuable law without reserve. appointments there; when, at length, "From these men I acquired much being engaged in an affair in which information of the days of James ; the Duke of York was materially and amongst other things that Jefconcerned, and obtaining the royal feries remained uncorrupted until the duke's entire approbation, from that ladies of the court, particularly those time he was retained as his legal about the queen, who were Cathoadviser.

lic bigots, and were enamoured with At a convivial meeting held at the his pleasantries, by their dark eyes Queen's Arms in Newgate Street, and flatteries corrupted his heart; Tom d'Urfey being in the chair, for they were, as he himself admitted, during the reign of Charles II., this corrupt beauties

many of theni celebrated lyric composer adopted the French and Italians, with hearts as suggestion of the facetious alderman, black as hell. The last intelligible namely, to entitle his song - book words that escaped his lips in the D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, Tower were bitter execrations against which long continued to retain much the she-devils of Modena, whom he celebrity.

designated hell-kites; but it was beIn the south-west corner of St. lieved that he then was mad." James's churchyard, Piccadilly, is a Johnson quoted some amongst small mural monument, with the fol- these Jacobites who knew Jefferies lowing laconic inscription : "Tom intimately, and spoke of him before d'Urfey, died Feb. 28, 1730.” he became acquainted with the court

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as an incorruptible lawyer, and one certain of the conspirators in this who gave no quarter to any

indivi- horrible plot, and very ably and dual of his own profession who was severely commented upon by him. proved guilty of prevarication or “ We have cause to feel proud as malpractices. Strange that a man Britons, to know that the torture who had commenced so well should was first abolished in England,” said have become so changed! Latterly, he. The doctor then branched off he became so irascible that, even as into a general history of the many he presided in the Court of Chancery, conspiracies which had originated his language was often unendurable with the Romanists against the Re

so grossly intemperate, indeed, as formers; and remarked that their to terrify those whom he interrogated, experience had neither taught them by revising them in the coarsest lan- prudence nor caution, for every atguage, and designating them by epi- tempt to obtain the ascendancy which thets too vulgar to bear repetition. they so eagerly sought has proved

The lawyer by whose vigilance he abortive, and the parties oppressed was discovered at the Ship pot-house, have invariably survived the evils of at Deptford, reminded him of his persecution, and lived" mightily to gross phraseology as they crossed the tower above their enemies, and put Thames in a boat, just after he was them to shame." taken. “ Now, my lord-chancellor," The last act of James's egregious said he, “ I may cry lex talionis. We folly and short-sightedness was maniare on the water, and may be as fested on the day after the seven abusive as we list, according to the bishops were acquitted and liberated; custom of the blackguard boatmen. for the king was dining in the camp Yes, my lord, that collier's jacket at Hounslow, at the table of the geand swab petticoat trousers become neral commander, Lord Feversham. you well : it is more characteristic of His majesty had in the morning been your abusive tongue than the chan- reviewing the troops at the camp, cellor's robe or his wig. Suppose I and all seemed to go on well; but should now play the ruffian as you in the midst of the dinner a general did to me, and throw back your own shout was heard from the camp, vile epithets into your own villain attended with the most extravagant face, and repeat, - You dirty, un- symptoms of tumultuary joy: combed, lousy, nitty reptile? But, “ What is that noise ?” inquired no; I shall leave you to feed, or to

James. fast, on your own reflections."

Nothing particular," answered Dr. Burney, after dinner, enter- the commander-in-chief. " It is tained the party with a luminous nothing but the rejoicing of the history of the organ, from the time soldiers for the acquittal of the of Peter Aritine, who was the cele- bishops." brated counter-puntist, several cen- James was visibly affected, looked turies ago; and, to the surprise of angry, suddenly became pale, and the company, Dr. Johnson chimed in observed, “ Do you call that nothing ? with him, and shewed the extensive But so much the worse for them." powers of his memory and the vast “ Man proposeth, and God disextent of his reading ; for as his poseth,” said the Princess Anne, friend, the great orator Burke, often when her husband, Prince George of observed, “He has read every thing, Denmark, privately communicated and forgets nothing."

this event to her. For from that The subject of the powder plot of moment all reliance upon the loyalty 1604, naturally enough, considering of his soldiers vanished as it had been the anniversary of the day on which a dream ; and the fatal reality rethe party dined, was discussed ; and mained “ that her royal father had Johnson adverted to the horrid cus- been relying on a broken reed.” tom of the torture, which was re- She raised her prophetic hands, and sorted to on the examination of exclaimed, “Now, indeed, all is lost !"

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Paris, June 1841. ten years he had spent as much time In the days of my youth I knew a over his drawing as another man young fellow that I shall here call

spends in thirty. At the end of his Tidbody, and who, born in a pro- second year of academical studies, vincial town of respectable parents, Harry l'idbody could draw exactly had been considered by the drawing- as well as he could eight years after. master of the place, and, indeed, by He had visited Florence, and Rome, the principal tea-parties there, as a and Venice, in the interval; but great genius in the painting line, there he was as he had begun, withand one that was sure to make his out one single farther idea, and not an fortune.

inch nearer the goal at which he aimed. When he had made portraits of One day, at the Life-academy in his grandmother, of the house-dog, St. Martin's Lane, I saw before me of the door-knocker, of the church the back of a shock head of hair and and parson of the place, and had a pair of ragged elbows, belonging to copied, tunt bien que mal, the most of a man in a certain pompous attitude the prints that were to be found in which I thought I recognised ; and the various houses of the village, when the model retired behind his llarry Tidbody was voted to be very curtain to take his ten minutes' renearly perfect ; and his honest pa- pose, the man belonging to the back rents laid out their little savings in in question turned round a little, and sending the lad to Rome and Paris. took out an old snuffy cotton hand

I saw him in the latter town in the kerchief and wiped his forehead and year '32, before an inmense easel, lank cheekbones, that were moist perched upon a high stool, and copy- with the vast mental and bodily ing with perfect complacency a Cor- exertions of the night. Harry Tidreggio in the gallery, which he thought body was the man in question. In he had imitated to a nicety. No mis- ten years he had spent at least three givings ever entered into the man's thousand nights in copying the momind that he was making an ass of del. When abroad, perhaps, he had himself; he never once paused to passed the Sunday evenings too in consider that his copy was as much the same rigorous and dismal pastime. like the Correggio as my nose is like Ile had piles upon piles of grey paper the Apollo's. But he rose early of at his lodgings, covered with worthmornings, and scrubbed away all day less nudities in black and white chalk. with his macgilps and varnishes; he At the end of the evening we shook worked away through cold and hands, and I asked him how the arts through sunshine; when other men Hourished. The poor fellow, with a were warming their fingers at the kind of dismal humour that formed stoves, or wisely lounging on the a part of his character, twirled round Boulevard, he worked away, and upon the iron heels of his old patched thought he was cultivating art in Blucher boots, and shewed me his the purest fashion, and smiled with figure for answer. Such a lean, long, easy scorn upon those who took the ragged, fantastical-looking personage, world more casily than he. Tidbody it would be hard to match out of the drunk water with his meals—if meals drawing-schools. those miserable scraps of bread and “ Tit, my boy," said he, when he cheese, or bread and sausage, could had finished his pirouette, “ you may be called, which he lined his lean see that the arts have not fattened stomach with ; and voted those per- me as yet; and, between ourselves, sons godless gluttons who ecreated I make by my profession something themselves with brandy and beef. considerably less than a thousand He rose up at daybreak, and worked a-year. But, mind you, I am not away with bladder and brush ; he discouraged ; my whole soul is in passed all night at life-academies, my calling ; I can't do any thing else designing life-guardsmen with chalk if I would ; and I will be a painter, and stump; he never was known to or die in the attempt." take any other recreation ; and in Tidbody is not dead, I am happy

Let us

to say, but has a snug place in the the world, it must be confessed. Excise of eighty pounds a-year, and There, now,

is The Times newspaper, now only exercises the pencil as an which the other day rated your amateur. If his story has been told humble servant for publishing an here at some length, the ingenious account of one of the great humbugs reader may fancy that there is some of modern days, viz. the late funeral reason for it.

In the first place, of Napoleon—which rated me, I say, there is so little to say about the and talked in its own grave, roaring present exhibition at Paris, that way, about the flippancy and conceit your humble servant does not know of Titmarsh. how to fill his pages without some O you thundering old Times ! digressions; and, secondly, the Tid- Napoleon's funeral was a humbug, bodian episode has a certain moral and your constant reader said so. in it, without which it never would The people engaged in it were humhave been related, and which is good bugs, and this your Michael Angelo for all artists to read.

hinted at. There may be irreverence It came to my mind upon examin- in this, and the process of humbuging a picture of sixty feet by forty hunting may end rather awkwardly (indeed, it cannot be much smaller), for some people. But, surely, there which takes up a good deal of room is no conceit. The shamming of moin the large room of the Louvre. desty is the most pert conceit of all, But of this picture anon.

the précieuse affectation of deference come to the general considerations. where you don't feel it, the sneaking Why the deuce will men make acquiescence in lies. It is


hard light of that golden gift of medio- that a man may not tell the truth as crity which for the most part they he fancies it, without being accused possess, and strive so absurdly at the of conceit: but so the world wags. sublinie? What is it that makes a As has already been prettily shewn fortune in this world but energetic in that before-mentioned little book mediocrity? What is it that is so about Napoleon, that is still to be respected and prosperous as good, had of the publisher's, there is a honest, emphatic, blundering dul- ballad in the volume, which, if proness, bellowing commonplaces with perly studied, will be alone worth its great healthy lungs, kicking and two-and-sixpence to any man. struggling with its big feet and fists, Well, the funeral of Napoleon was and bringing an awe-stricken public a humbug; and being so, what was down on its knees before it? Think, a man to call it? What do we call a my good sir, of the people who oc- rose ? Is it disrespectful to the pretty cupy your attention and the world's. flower to call it by its own innocent Who are they? Upon your honour name? And, in like manner, are we and conscience now, are they not bound, out of respect for society, to persons with thews and sinew's like

speak of humbug only in a circumyour own, only they use them with locutory way-to call it something somewhat more activity - with a else, as they say some Indian people voice like yours, only they shout a do their devil-to wrap it up in little louder -- with the average por- riddles and charades ? Nothing is tion of brains, in fact, but working easier. Take, for instance, the folthem more? But this kind of dis- lowing couple of sonncts on the belief in heroes is very offensive to subject :


The glad spring sun shone yesterday, as Mr.

M. Titmarsh wandered with his favourite lassie

By silver Seine, among the meadows grassy
-Meadows, like mail-coach guards new clad at Easter.

Fair was the sight 'twixt Neuilly and Passy;
And green the field, and bright the river's glister.
The birds sang salutations to the spring ;

Already buds and leaves from branches burst:

“ The surly winter time hath done its worst," Said Michael"; " Lo, the bees are on the wing !"

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