After the usual loyal toasts, the warden proposed Mr. Pickwick"s health in appropriate terms, to which that gentleman responded in an admirable speech, in which he reviewed some portions of his life.
After stating how dear and near to his affection was the college and all that was concerned with it, he entered into some various details of Ralph Alleyne, who, as we all know, was an actor and connected with actors. "I have already, by means of my researches, shown how strangely related he was to myself, being of the same family with an eminent physician in India, Mr. Benjamin Allen. (Cheers.) I, myself, have known actors--one who was known to his brethren as "dismal Jemmy"--(loud laughter)--from, I suppose, the caste of characters he was always a.s.suming. Dismal Jemmy, however, had to leave the country--(laughter)--I will not say why." (Roars of laughter.) Another actor whom he had known was one of the most remarkable men he had ever met, for talent and resources--would that he had confined his talent to its legitimate sphere, namely, on the _boards_--but, unfortunately, he had chosen to exert it at his, Mr. Pickwick"s, expense. (Loud laughter.) This performer tried to live by his wits, as it is called, and he, Mr. Pickwick, had encountered him, and his wits, too and nearly always with success. Mr. Pickwick then humorously described some of his adventures with this person, causing roars of laughter by a description of a night in the garden of a Boarding School, into which he had been entrapped on the pretext that the actor was about to run away with one of the young ladies. In the most comic fashion, he related how he had been captured by the whole school, headed by its princ.i.p.al, and locked up in a cupboard, and was only released by his faithful man, Sam, whom, personally, some of them knew--(loud applause.) Well, after frustrating the knavish tricks of this actor, he at last found him in a debtors" prison in the most abject misery and dest.i.tution, and he was happy to tell them, that the man was completely reformed, and getting an honest livelihood in one of our colonies. Such was his experience of the actors" profession.
MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE AT IPSWICH.
An interesting event, in which our esteemed fellow-citizen, Mr.
Pickwick, has taken a deep interest, took place at the historic town of Ipswich, when Mr. Sidney Porkenham, eldest son of --- Porkenham, Esq., led to the altar at St. Clement"s Church, Henrietta, the beautiful and accomplished daughter of --- Nupkins, Esq., late Mayor of that city. Among the guests were J. Grigg, Esq., Mrs. and the Misses Grigg, Mr. and Mrs. Slummin Towken and Mr. Slummin Towken, jun, --- Jinks, Esq., and many more. Mr. Pickwick had intended to be present and had already promised to stay with Mr. Nupkins, but was prevented by illness. His present to the bride, a costly one and in exquisite taste, was purchased at Micklethwaite"s, High Street, Camberwell, where it was exhibited and excited universal admiration.
It consisted of a watch and curb chain of the finest workmanship, for Mr. Pickwick placed no limit on Micklethwaite. We understand that at a recent dinner at Mr. Humberstone, our esteemed rector"s, Mr.
Pickwick, after alluding to Miss Nupkins and the coming marriage, literally convulsed the party by relating his famous adventure at the Great White Horse, which he tells in the raciest style, and how it led to his being led off prisoner, and brought before his friend, Mr.
Nupkins, then Mayor of Ipswich. At the close he became a little pensive. "Ah! poor Peter Magnus! and Miss W---, sorry! I"m sorry, very." Our Rector has often "chaffed" this worthy gentleman on his midnight adventure, saying, waggishly, "there was more in it than met the eye." We have seen Mr. Pickwick smile, and he would say, "well, sir, she was a fine woman, a very fine woman, and I"m not going to kiss and tell."
MR. PICKWICK AT DULWICH POLICE COURT.
Thomas Bardell, aged 19, was charged before His Worship, with extorting money under false pretences from Mr. Pickwick. It appears from the gentleman"s evidence, which he gave with great fulness, that, many years ago, a woman of the name of Bardell, a lodging-house keeper, brought an unfounded action against Mr. Pickwick, and obtained damages which Mr. Pickwick refused to pay, preferring to go to the Fleet Prison. This person had a son, then a mere child, who was the prisoner. A week ago, Mr. Pickwick received a piteous letter, signed Tommy Bardell, saying that his mother was dying, and in the deepest distress, all their furniture sold, or p.a.w.ned. After making some inquiries, and finding that there was a woman in distress at the place, Mr. Pickwick sent the prisoner two sovereigns. Within a fortnight he received a second application, saying that the unhappy woman"s bed was being taken away, &c.; he sent another sovereign. When he received a third application he thought it high time to put it into the hands of his man, Sam Weller, who made enquiries and found out there was no mother, Mrs. Bardell being long, long since dead. His worship committed him to jail for six months as a vagabond, but, at Mr. Pickwick"s request, reduced his sentence to two months.
II.--Mr. Pickwick"s Funeral.
The funeral _cortege_ left the Dell at ten o"clock, and was one of the most striking displays of public feeling that Dulwich has seen for many years. And not only was Dulwich thus affected, but in Camberwell all the numerous shops were closed, and the inhabitants turned out in crowds. The procession comprised many mourning coaches containing all Mr. Pickwick"s oldest friends. He had survived all his relations.
Among the mourners were Mr. Wardle, of Dingley Dell, with his son-in- law, --- Trundle, Esq.; Mr. Tupman, who travelled specially from Richmond; Messrs. Winkle and Snodgra.s.s, who had been his inseparable companions in his famous tours; and --- Perker, Esq., who was the deceased"s legal adviser and confidential friend. An interesting incident was the appearance among the mourners of an elderly gentleman, Mr. Peter Magnus, between whom and Mr. Pickwick, as we learn from his faithful servant, there had for many years been a cloud or misunderstanding on account of some lady whose marriage with Mr.
Magnus Mr. Pickwick had unwittingly frustrated. This injury, if injury there was, Mr. Magnus had buried in the grave, and had rushed to Dulwich to lend his heartfelt sympathy. Such things go far to reconcile one to human nature, if such reconcilement be inc.u.mbent. A deputation from the Dulwich Literary and Scientific a.s.sociation, of which Mr. Pickwick was Perpetual President, walked in the procession.
Pa.s.sing the well-known Greyhound Inn, one of Mr. Pickwick"s favourite haunts, it was noticed the blinds were drawn down.
We copy from the _Eatanswill Gazette_ the following admirable tribute to Mr. Pickwick"s merit, from the vigorous pen, as we understand, of its Editor, Mr. Pott:--"Not only in Dulwich, but in Eatanswill, is there mourning, to-day. We have lost Pickwick--Pickwick the true and the Blue. For Blue he was, to the very core and marrow of his bones, and it was we ourselves, who first permeated him with real Blue principles. Many a time and oft has he sat at our feet, drinking in with rapture, almost, the stray sc.r.a.ps of immortal doctrine with which we favoured him. Is it not an open secret that, but for Pickwick"s exertions--exertions which laid the foundations of the disease which ultimately carried him off--our late admirable member, the Honourable Samuel Slumkey, would not have been returned? The _Gazette_, it is true, first burst open the breach, in which Pickwick threw himself, waving his flag on high, and led us on to victory. Of course, our verminous contemporary, the _Independent_, will scoff, and wipe its shoes on the ill.u.s.trious dead. Of course, the mangey creature--ceasing the while from its perennial self-scratching--will hoot something derogatory. Let it sneer, yelp aloud in its impotent hog-like manner; let it root with its filthy snout among the heaps of garbage where it loves to make its unclean haunt in unspeakable Buffery. "Twill not serve--the noisome fumes will stifle it."
We regret to say that these prognostications of Mr. Pott"s were but too soon, and too fatally realised, for in almost the next issue of the _Independent_, we find a scandalous and indecent attack on our late beloved Mr. Pickwick. Shocking as it is, we cannot forbear, in duty to the deceased gentleman, presenting it to our readers--
"POTT"S PICKWICK."
"Our emasculated contemporary, not content with debauching Eatanswill politics, must go far afield and drag from his grave an obscure and feeble being whom he claims to make one of his besmirched heroes. But Potts" praise, as we have learned long since, is no more than daubing its object with dirt. Why, this very Pickwick whom he belauds--can it be forgotten how Eatanswill shook its sides with laughter at the figure he made our besotted contemporary cut? Who will forget Mr. W--- le, his creature, whom Pickwick introduced into the Potts" household and the resulting scandal, how Mr. W---le, aforesaid, fled from the house, leaving the belated Ariadne in tears? Does Pott forget who it was put his finger on this spot and, for the fair fame of Eatanswill, clamoured for its extinction? Who forgets our warnings and their fulfilment? The arrival of the Lieutenant; the menaced proceedings in a certain court; the departure of the fair but frail culprit. And yet Pott with an ineffable effrontery that would do credit to a fishwife in and from Billingsgate, clamours about this Pickwick and his virtues, and drops his maudlin tears upon his coffin! Why was he not there to give his hand to Mr. Lothario W---le, who, we understand, was also present? By the way, we have received the following lines from a valued correspondent:--
Your tears you may sprinkle O W---le, O W---le, With more of this same kind of rot.
The lady so gay Could not say you nay, Merely bidding you "_Go to Pot_."
Our hide-bound contemporary, will not, of course, see the point--"
We are grieved to say, that the indecent Eatanswill controversy over the lamented Mr. Pickwick still goes on. More strictly speaking, however, he has dropped out of sight owing to the inflamed pa.s.sions which have been roused between the editors. Our sympathies are, we need not say, with Mr. Pott, still we wish he would somewhat temper his language, out of respect for the dead. Here is his crushing retort--
"FILTH ON THE COFFIN."
"We have seen at some historic funeral, say of some personage obnoxious to the mob, dead dogs, cats, rats, and rotten eggs, hurled from a safe distance at the pa.s.sing coffin. This is what our fast decomposing and wholly noisome contemporary is now doing. Shall we say it? How beastly, how congenial to the man"s feelings! Paugh!
Decency; propriety; sense of restraint; all unknown terms in his Malay tongue--for this Swift"s yahoo. But we know what rankles. Has our contemporary in mind a chastis.e.m.e.nt that was inflicted on him in the kitchen of a certain inn, and in the presence of Pickwick himself--has he forgotten the fire irons--or, to speak accurately, _the_ fire irons. That bruise, we dare swear, is still raw. But there are pole- cats who cannot divest themselves of their odour, do what they will, and this festering ma.s.s of decaying garbage, which goes by the name of _The Independent_, and which is unaccountably overlooked by the night men in their rounds, is fast breeding a pestilence in the pure air of Eatanswill." This lamentable controversy still continues.
STRANGE INCIDENT.
We noticed among the company at Mr. Pickwick"s funeral a gentleman of un.o.bstrusive exterior, who seemed to be vainly seeking his place, and to whom our representative offered his services. It turned out that his name was Trundle, and that he was one of the appointed pall-bearers, but that he had been unaccountably overlooked, and his place taken by someone else. Mr. Trundle made no complaint, but our representative thought it his duty to mention the circ.u.mstance to Mr.
Wardle, who, it appears, is his father-in-law, but who only smiled, good-humouredly saying "O, Trundle, to be sure. No one minds him and _he_ won"t mind." But no further attention was paid to the matter.
Mr. Trundle, our representative adds, was a man of modest and retiring ways, and did not seem in the least put out by the mistake.
Footnotes:
{1} Some years ago, as it is stated in Murray"s Guide Book, most of the old gabled houses disappeared. They are shown in "Phiz"s" picturesque sketch.
{66} "Oliver Twist" was begun in January, 1837, and Rose Maylie introduced about July or August. Mary Hogarth died on May 7th.
{68} Mr. Wright lately possessed a most interesting copy, presented number by number to Mary Hogarth by the author, up to No. 14, with this inscription: "From hers affectionately, Charles d.i.c.kens." The succeeding numbers were given to her schoolfellow, Miss Walker. Mr. Wright also possessed the letter announcing her death. It runs: "Sunday night, 8th May, 1837. We are in deep and sincere distress. Miss Hogarth, after accompanying Mrs. d.i.c.kens and myself to the theatre last night, was taken seriously ill, and, despite our best endeavours to save her, expired in my arms." It is curious to notice that this phrase should recur in Nickleby, it running, "My darling lad, who was taken ill last night, I thought would have expired in my arms."
{84} In a presentation copy of "Pickwick," given to Edward Chapman, November 14th, 1839, he calls him and Hall "the best of booksellers, past, present, or to come, and my trusty friends."