"What shall the cartoon be?"
It is said of Tenniel that he rarely suggested a subject for the cartoon, but that the readiness with which he saw and explained the possibilities of a subject was remarkable. During the Indian Mutiny, Shirley Brooks proposed that the picture should represent the British Lion in the act of springing upon the native soldiers in revenge for the cruelties at Cawnpore. Tenniel rose to the occasion, and, as Brooks told me, he exclaimed, "By Jove, that will do for a double-page cut!"
and a magnificent double-page drawing was made of it by him.
In the inevitable difference of opinion that arose on the occasion of these dinners--the chief disputants being, as I have just observed, Thackeray and Jerrold--Jerrold, being the oldest as well as the noisiest, generally came off victorious. In these rows it is said to have required all the suavity of Mark Lemon to calm the storm, his award always being final. Jerrold used to say:
"It"s no use our quarrelling, for we must meet again and shake hands next Wednesday."
The last editions of the evening papers were always brought in, so that the cartoon might apply to the latest date. On the Thursday morning following the editor called at the houses of the artists to see what was being done. On Friday night all copy was delivered and put into type, and at two o"clock on Sat.u.r.day proofs were revised, the forms made up, and with the last movement of the engine the whole of the type was placed under the press, which could not be moved till the Monday morning.
By means of the Wednesday meetings, the discussions arising on all questions helped both caricaturist and wit to take a broad view of things, as well as enabled the editor to get his team to draw well together and give uniformity of tone to all the contributions.
CHAPTER III.
THE LAWYER"S STORY.
By the courtesy of the proprietors of _Punch_, I am allowed to reproduce in this place a delightfully humorous drawing, the scene of which is laid in a barber"s shop.
This picture explains itself, but there is a circ.u.mstance connected with it which is, I think, well worth relating; and as I heard it from Leech"s own lips at one of the pleasant Egg dinners, I will give it in Leech"s own words, the strangeness of the incident having left a very vivid impression on my memory. The usual company--d.i.c.kens, Forster, Lemon, etc.--was present; Leech was singing. We had listened for some time to the inevitable "King Death," when d.i.c.kens exclaimed:
"There, that will do; if you go on any longer, you will make me cry.
Tell them about the lawyer who lost his client. Yes, I know the story, but they don"t; and I would much rather hear it again than listen to any more of that lugubrious song."
"Well, here goes," said Leech. "I suppose there is no one at this table who neglects to improve his mind by the weekly study of _Punch_; at any rate, all civilized people are familiar with the ill.u.s.trations which adorn that famous periodical. Amongst those cla.s.sical works the other day was a high-art drawing by me, representing a gentleman in a barber"s shop, having his hair cut. In the course of talk peculiar to his fraternity, the little hairdresser remarks that his customer"s hair _is very thin on the top_. This mild observation moved the object of it, a person of irascible temper, into ungovernable fury. He springs from his chair, which he upsets in the action, and flying at the terrified barber, he exclaims, "Confound you, you puppy! Do you think I came here to be insulted and told of my imperfections? _I"ll thin your top!_"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I"LL THIN YOUR TOP."]
"Well, I don"t see anything particularly facetious in the drawing, but a friend of mine, a lawyer in Bedford Row, did, and laughed whenever he thought of it. Unfortunately, the day on which the drawing was published had been fixed for a consultation upon a matter in which an old and respected client"s interests were seriously involved. Legal points of extreme intricacy and difficulty were to be examined and discussed; hopes were to be encouraged, and anxiety appeased. In his information to his legal adviser, the client had arrived at a point of extreme gravity, when my unfortunate drawing obtruded itself upon the legal mind, and so disturbed it as to cause the lawyer to repress a laugh with much difficulty.
""I see you smile," said the client. "Surely the very serious character of the evidence which I put before you should strike you as convin----"
""Oh, I beg your pardon; I was not smiling."
""Well, you did something very like it. I really must ask for your strictest attention to facts which are capable of such absolute---- There you go again! My dear sir, what _can_ there be in my statement to cause a smile? Pray think of the gravity of the case--how deeply my interests are at stake--and give me your most serious attention."
""I will--indeed I will," said the lawyer, mentally devoting me and my drawing to the devil.
"For some minutes the legal gentleman succeeded in banishing the little barber and his enraged victim; but suddenly they again ruthlessly seized upon his imagination, and he laughed aloud.
""Good G.o.d!" said the client; "what is there to laugh at in that?"
""I a.s.sure you, sir, I was not laughing at what you told me, which is important indeed, but at a ludicrous idea that crossed my mind."
""What business have ludicrous ideas in your mind when you require all its attention for business which--excuse my saying so--you are well paid for listening to?"
"The consultation proceeded; graver and graver grew the details; when, at a moment of extreme importance, the barber came again upon the scene, and the lawyer laughed loud and long.
""It"s no use; I can"t get rid of it," he said to his astonished and indignant visitor. "There is a drawing in _Punch_ to-day that is so irresistibly funny that I can"t get it out of my head, and I can"t help laughing whenever I think of it."
""I don"t believe a single word you say!" said the angry client; "and as you persist in treating my case with such insulting levity, I will go elsewhere, and endeavour to find someone who will attend to me. And as for you, sir, I will never trouble you again on this or any other matter."
"That," said Leech, "is how my friend lost his client."
CHAPTER IV.
LOVE OF FIELD SPORTS.
Leech had long pa.s.sed his boyish days before his love for field sports showed itself in his works. I recollect his saying how fruitful of subject the hunting-field, the stubble, and the stream would prove to the artist who was also a sportsman. In his early works, dealing as they did chiefly with the London life of the street or the home, we find the horse playing an inferior part; and it was not till he felt the importance of varying his subjects, and of supplying the public with the sporting scenes they love so much, that, mounted by his friend Adams, he joined the "Puckeridge" and became one of the "field."
Leech was a timid rider. He much preferred an open gate to a thickset hedge, and the highroad to either. He must, however, have frequently been in full career with the "field"; how otherwise could he have acquired his knowledge of the thorough sportsman"s seat on horseback, the cut of his clothes--correct even to the number of b.u.t.tons--and, above all, display that Heaven-gifted power of showing the horse in repose, as well as in all the varieties of action? Landseer and all the animal-painters within my knowledge studied the horse from casts, often from the Elgin marbles, before they attempted drawing from the living animal. Landseer made himself acquainted with the superficial structure by dissection; but Leech, without any preparatory study whatever, drew the hunter, the cab-horse, the hackney, the rough pony, the cob--no matter which--in absolute perfection.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "GIVE HER HER HEAD, JACK."]
In the autograph letters which, through Mr. Adams" kindness, I am permitted to publish, Leech"s constant charge to his friend to get him a horse suitable to a "timid, elderly gentleman," or to give the animal some preliminary gallops himself so as to take the _freshness_ out of him, prove, as I said before, that Leech was anything but a daring rider. In spite of his care, however, he had some ugly falls, in which, happily, his hat was the greatest sufferer. Numbers of the hunting scenes were _facts_, and the persons represented were Leech and his friend--notably one in which the artist is riding a mare afflicted with the "freshness" he dreaded, which his friend observing, shouts, "Give her her head, Jack! give her her head!" while it is pretty evident that more "head" will lead to the rider being swept from the saddle by the branches through which the mare is plunging.
"Barlow, Derbyshire, "July, 1852.
"MY DEAR CHARLEY,
"You will see from the above address that I am still rusticating. I expect to be in town soon after the 12th of August, and then, after I have done my month"s work, I am your man. You say when, and, if you are quite sure it will not distress Mrs. Adams, I will bring my wife with me. Charles Eaton [Mrs. Leech"s brother] says he will come too. I am sure nothing would please him more than to run down to Barkway. Don"t make yourself uncomfortable about the quant.i.ty of sport. I shall be quite satisfied with what you offer me. I rejoice to hear such good accounts of your wife and little ones. Pray give our united regards to her and them, and believe me ever,
"Yours faithfully,
"JOHN LEECH."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "OH, IF THIS IS ONE OF THE PLACES CHARLEY SPOKE OF, I SHALL GO BACK!"]
Yet another fact. Somewhere in the Puckeridge country there is a deep gully, or dried-up water-course, with precipitous sides, with which Leech, one hunting-morning, found himself face to face. Some of the "field" had crossed, and were climbing the opposite bank. Leech pulled up, and said to his friend:
"Oh, if this is one of the places Charley spoke of, I shall go back!"
I am able here to give the rough sketch, now in Mr. Adams" possession, from which the drawing was taken that afterwards appeared in _Punch_.
Some years ago I took my exercise chiefly on horseback, and, after risking my neck several times from the "freshness" of a thoroughbred mare, I thought it best to get rid of her. Amongst the rest of my horsey friends, I thought Leech would be likely to know of an animal that might suit me, and I spoke to him on the subject. Leech soon succeeded, and sent the horse for my inspection. The man who brought the animal for approval a.s.sured me that a child could ride him with perfect safety. I liked his looks, and bought him. My first and last ride upon my new purchase was to Rotten Row in the height of the season. Whether he was a horse of Radical or Socialistic principles, or not, I cannot say; but what I soon discovered was a determined dislike to the aristocratic company in which he found himself; he shied at the ladies and kicked at the gentlemen, and finally took to what is called "buck-jumping," an amus.e.m.e.nt which would speedily have relieved him of my company if I had not taken advantage of a momentary cessation of his antics and safely descended from his detestable back. Leech soon heard of "the dangers I had pa.s.sed," when he wrote to me as follows:
"6, The Terrace, Kensington, "Sunday.
"MY DEAR FRITH,