Bardell v. Pickwick.
by Percy Fitzgerald.
INTRODUCTION.
There are few things more familiar or more interesting to the public than this _cause celebre_. It is better known than many a real case: for every one knows the Judge, his name and remarks--also the Counsel--(notably Sergeant Buzfuz)--the witnessess, and what they said--and of course all about the Plaintiff and the famous Defendant. It was tried over seventy years ago at "the Guildhall Settens," and was described by Boz some sixty-three years ago. Yet every detail seems fresh--and as fresh as ever. It is astonishing that a purely technical sketch like this, whose humours might be relished only by such specialists as Barristers and Attorneys, who would understand the jokes levelled at the Profession, should be so well understanded of the people.
All see the point of the legal satire. It is a quite a prodigy. Boz had the art, in an extraordinary degree, of thus vividly commending trade processes, professional allusions, and methods to outsiders, and making them humourous and intelligible. Witness Jackson, when he came to "serve" Mr. Pickwick and friends with the _subpoenas_. It is a dry, business-like process, but how racy Boz made it. A joke sparkles in every line.
This trial for Breach has been debated over and over again among lawyers and barristers, some contending that "there was no evidence at all to go to the Jury" as to a promise; others insisting on mis-direction, and that there was evidence that ought not to have been admitted. The law has since been changed, and by later Acts both Mrs. Bardell and Mr. Pickwick would have been allowed to tell their stories and to have been cross-examined. Mrs. Bardell was almost justified in supposing that Mr.
Pickwick was offering his hand when he was merely speaking of engaging a man-servant. But then the whole would have been spoiled. Under the present systems, this would all have come out. Mr. Pickwick, when it came to his turn, would have explained what his proceedings meant. It is a most perfect and vivid satire on the hackneyed methods of the lawyers when dealing with the witnesses. Nothing can be more natural or more graphic. It is maintained to something between the level of comedy and farce: nor is there the least exaggeration. It applies now as it did then, though not to the same topics. A hectoring, bullying Counsel, threatening and cruel, would interfere with the pleasant tone of the play; but it is all the same conveyed. There is a likeness to Bardell _v._ Pickwick in another Burlesque case, tried in our day, the well-known "Trial by Jury," the joint work of Mr. Gilbert and the late Sir Arthur Sullivan. The general tone of both is the same and in the modern work there is a general Pickwickian flavour. Sir Arthur"s music, too, is highly "Pickwickian," and the joint effort of the two humorists is infinitely diverting. The Judge is something of a Stareleigh.
The truth is that Boz, the engenderer of these facetiae, apart from his literary gift, was one of the most brilliant, capable young fellows of his generation. Whatever he did, he did in the best way, and in the brightest way. But his power of observation and of seeing what might be termed the humorous _quiddity_ of anything, was extraordinary.
To put absurdity in a proper view for satirical purposes, it has to be generalised from a number of instances, familiar to all. Those legal oddities, the public had seen over and over again, but they had pa.s.sed unnoticed till this clever observer set to work and noted them. As I say, it required a deep knowledge of the law to set these things in a grotesque light.
Boz had been a sort of general reporter on the _Chronicle_: he "took"
everything. He had reported at police courts as well as at the law courts. His quick and bright intelligence seized the humours here, as it did those of the street. He later reported in the Gallery, and was dispatched across country in post-chaises to "take" eminent political speakers--always winning the hearty commendation of his employers for his zeal and energy.
THE CAUSE OF ACTION.
Mr. Pickwick was a well-to-do bachelor, who lived by himself near the city, where he had been in trade. His age was about fifty, as can be accurately calculated by his remark on the sliding at Manor Farm. "I used to do so on the gutters when I was a boy . . . but I hav"nt done such a thing these thirty years." This was said in 1828. He resided in Goswell Street--now Goswell Road--with a widow lady, whose husband had been in the Excise. He cannot have paid more than a pound a week, if so much, for two rooms on the first floor. There was no servant, and the hardworking landlady, Mrs. Martha Bardell, performed all the duties of her household single-handed. As her Counsel later described it,--and see all she did for him!--"She waited on him, attended to his comforts, cooked his meals, looked out his linen for the washer-woman when it went abroad, darned, aired, and prepared it for his wear when it came home, and, in short, enjoyed his fullest trust and confidence." Thus Sergeant Buzfuz, duly "instructed." Not only was there Mr. Pickwick, but there was another lodger, and her little boy Tommy. The worthy woman took care of and looked after all three. This might incline us to take a favorable view of her. She regarded her lodger with feelings of veneration and attachment, of which proof is found in her later talk with Sam. To him she said that "he had always behaved himself like a perfect gentlemen,"
and then added this significant speech: "It"s a terrible thing to be dragged in this way before the public, but _I now see_ that it"s the only thing that I ought to do." That is, she seems to have held out as long as possible, believing that her amiable lodger would act as a perfect gentlemen and like himself. But when she found that even an action had no terrors for him, she saw that there was nothing else to do but to let the action go on.
And what was Mrs. Bardell like? One would imagine her a plump, buxom widow, "fat, fair, and forty," with her dear little boy, "the only pledge of her deceased exciseman," or say something between thirty and forty years old. Fortunately, two portraits have come down to us of the lady--one somewhat of this pattern, and depicting her, as she flung herself on Mr. Pickwick on that disastrous morning: the other--a swollen, dreadful thing, which must be a caricature of the literal presentment.
Here we see a woman of gross, enormous proportions seated on the front bench and apparently weighing some thirteen or fourteen stone, with a vast coa.r.s.e face. This is surely an unfair presentment of the worthy landlady; besides, Dodson and Fogg were too astute pract.i.tioners to imperil their chances by exhibiting to his Lordship and the Jury so ill-favoured a plaintiff. Indeed, we are told that they arranged a rather theatrical exhibition in this scene, with a view of creating an impression in their favour.
Many find pleasure in reading the Bookseller"s Catalogues, and a vast number are showered on me in the course of the year. But on one of these I always gaze with a special interest, and even tenderness. For it comes from one Herbert, who lives in Goswell Road. Only think, _Goswell_ Road--erst Goswell Street, where just seventy years ago Mrs. Bardell was letting lodgings and Mr. Pickwick himself was lodging: and on the cover I read, furthur attraction, "Goswell Road, near the "Angel,"" whence the "stage" which took the party to the "Spaniard" at Hampstead started!
Sometimes I am drawn to the shop, crowded with books; but one"s thoughts stray away from the books into speculations as to _which_ house it was.
But the indications are most vague, though the eye settles on a decent range of shabby-looking faded tenements--two storeys high only--and which _look_ like lodging houses. Some ingenious commentators have indeed ventured to identify the house itself, arguing from the very general description in the text.
We should note, however, Mr. Pickwick"s lack of caution. He came in the very next day, having apparently made no enquiries as to the landlady.
Had he done so, he would have learned of the drunken exciseman who met his death by being knocked on the head with a quart pot. He might have heard of the friends, Cluppins, Raddle, etc., who seemed to have been charwomen or something of the sort; also that there was a sort of working man as a fellow lodger. Above all, that there was no servant in the house. All which boded ill, and made it likely that Mr. Pickwick would be the easy victim of some crafty scheme.
All went well until the unluckly morning in July, 1827, when Mr.
Pickwick"s friends, coming to pay a morning call, and entering unexpectedly, surprised Mr. Pickwick with his landlady fainting in his arms in an hysterical condition. This was a very awkward business. The delinquent, however, did not at once grasp the situation, and could not "make head or tail of it, or what the lady meant." His friends, however, had their doubts:
"What _is_ the matter?" said the three tongue-tied Pickwickians.
"I don"t know," replied Mr. Pickwick, pettishly. "Now, help me, lead this woman down stairs."
"Oh, I am better now," said Mrs. Bardell, faintly.
"Let me lead you downstairs," said the ever gallant Mr. Tupman.
"Thank you, sir--thank you?" exclaimed Mrs. Bardell hysterically.
And downstairs she was led accordingly, accompanied by her affectionate son.
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"I cannot conceive--" said Mr. Pickwick, when his friend returned--"I cannot conceive what has been the matter with that woman. I had merely announced to her my intention of keeping a man servant, when she fell into the extraordinary paroxysm in which you found her.
Very extraordinary thing."
"Very," said his three friends.
"Placed me in such an extremely awkward situation," continued Mr.
Pickwick.
"Very," was the reply of his followers, as they coughed slightly, and looked dubiously at each other.
This behaviour was not lost upon Mr. Pickwick. He remarked their incredulity. They evidently suspected him.
It may be reasonably supposed that Mr. Pickwick had not been very discreet, or sufficiently cautious in his general behaviour to his landlady. As we know, he was rather too effusive in his relations with the fair s.e.x. One of his weaknesses was _kissing_. He would kiss everybody who was young or good-looking. His maxim was "Kiss early and kiss often." Who can forget his _systematic_ method of greeting the engaging Arabella? "He (1) took off his spectacles, (2) in great haste, and (3) taking both the young lady"s hands in his (4) kissed her (5) a great many times (6) perhaps a greater number of times than was absolutely necessary." Old rogue! I have little doubt that on his return home from his tours he encircled the buxom figure of Mrs.
Bardell--all of course in his own paternal and privileged way.
It should be borne in mind also that Mr. Pickwick was almost invariably drawn into his more serious sc.r.a.pes and embarra.s.sments by this devotion to the s.e.x. The night in the boarding school garden--the affair with the spinster lady--his interview with Arabella from the top of the wall--his devotion to Mrs. Pott and Mrs. Dowler--and much more that we do not hear of, show that he was a gallant elderly gentleman. Oh, he was a "sly dog, he was."
There is a curious burst of Mr. Pickwick"s which seems to hint at a sort of tender appreciation on his side. When the notice of trial was sent to him, in his first vehemence, he broke out that Mrs. Bardell had nothing to do with the business, "_She hadn"t the heart to do it_." Mr. Pickwick could not speak with this certainty, unless he knew the lady"s feelings pretty well. _Why_ hadn"t she the heart to do it? Because she was sincerely attached to him and his interests and was "a dear creature."
This, however, was a fond delusion of the worthy gentleman"s. Persons of her cla.s.s are not quite so disinterested as they appear to be, especially if they have to interpret the various paternal and comforting advances made to them by their well to do lodgers.
There is another factor which can hardly be left out, when considering Mr. Pickwick"s responsibility--that is, his too frequent indulgence in liquor, and the insufficiency of his head to stand its influence. Now this was a very important day for him, the first time he was to set up a man servant. He had to break it to his landlady, who would naturally resent the change. He may have been _priming_ himself with some of those perpetual gla.s.ses of brandy and water to which he was addicted, and who knows but that, in his ardour to propitiate, he may have gone a _little_ too far? This fact too, of the introducing a man servant into her establishment, Mrs. Bardell may have indistinctly a.s.sociated with a general change in his life. If she were to become Mrs. Pickwick her duties might be naturally expected to devolve on a male a.s.sistant.
Next morning he and his friends quitted London on their travels to Eatanswill in pursuit of adventure. He airily dismissed the matter. We may wonder whether he made any remonstrance to his landlady before his departure. Probably he did not, fancying that she had been merely in a slight fit of the "tantrums."
At Bury, however, after the boarding-school adventure, he was to be painfully awakened. He was sitting with his friends after dinner at the "Angel," in his happiest mood. Winkle had related his quarrel with Pott _in re_ Mrs. Pott, in a humorous fashion when one of the most delightful of humorous scenes followed.
Mr. Pickwick was proceeding with his scathing rebuke, when Sam enters with a letter.
"I don"t know this hand," said Mr. Pickwick, opening the letter.
"Mercy on us! what"s this? It must be a jest; it--it--can"t be true."
"What"s the matter?" was the general inquiry.
"n.o.body dead, is there?" said Wardle, alarmed at the horror in Mr.
Pickwick"s countenance.
Mr. Pickwick made no reply, but, pushing the letter across the table, and desiring Mr. Tupman to read it aloud, fell back in his chair with a look of vacant astonishment quite alarming to behold.
Mr. Tupman, with a trembling voice, read the letter, of which the following is a copy:--
"_Freeman"s Court_, _Cornhill_, _August_ 28_th_, 1827.
_Bardell against Pickwick_.
_Sir_,