Society, like a demon, pursues me. Writs in the hands of the sheriff, judgments on the docket, _fi. fas._ and _ca. sas._ track my footsteps.
No limitation runs in my favor: the _scire facias_, ever ready, revives the inhuman judgment, and my second shirt--my first is in rags--is stripped from my body to glut the avarice of my relentless pursuers.
Thank G.o.d, I have at last found a friend in that distinguished man who has been so ruthlessly, so recently a.s.sailed, by that fledgling of the aristocracy, Augustus Postlethwaite Tompkinson. Yes, sir, in the Hon.
Middleton Flam I have found a friend. He has given me letters to this benevolent gentleman, Mr. Handy; he has recommended my establishment here; he promises to co-operate with this respectable club in giving me a foothold among you. With her Flams and her Handys, Quodlibet is destined to an enviable influence in this great Republic." (Here he was interrupted by loud cheers.) "My scheme is, Mr. President, with the aid of this club, and that of the benefactors I have named, forthwith to start THE QUODLIBET WHOLE HOG. It shall take a decided and uncompromising stand against THE THOROUGH BLUE WHOLE TEAM, (here he was again arrested by cheers;) pledged to contradict every word uttered by that vile print, (cheers;) to traduce and bring down its editor by the most systematic disparagement, (cheers;) to disprove all Whig a.s.sertions; unfailingly to take the opposite side on all questions; industriously to lower the standing of the members of the Whig party, (immense cheers;) through thick and thin, good report and evil report, for better and for worse, to defend and sustain the administration of the new President, who is about to take his seat, that incomparable Democrat of the genuine Quodlibetarian stamp, Martin Van Buren, (at this point the cheering continued for some moments, with such violence that the speaker had to suspend his remarks;) and finally, sir, to commend, exalt, and ill.u.s.trate the character and pretensions of our unrivaled friend Mr. Flam, (immense cheering,) giving utterance to his sentiments, preponderance to his opinions, authority to his advice on all proper and suitable occasions, (loud cheering for a long time.) In short, sir, The Whole Hog shall be what its name imports, a faithful mirror of the Democracy of Quodlibet. Its publication shall be weekly; its size, twenty-six by twenty, having the advantage over the Whole Team by full two inches each way. There, sir, is an outline of my sentiments and proposed paper." Mr. Fox concluded this address in the midst of a congratulatory uproar, altogether unprecedented in the club.
Seizing upon the enthusiasm of the moment, and being rather fearful that Fog would attempt to make a speech, which that gentleman"s condition would have rendered extremely improper at this hour, Mr. Handy immediately offered a resolution for the establishment of the Whole Hog, and its adoption as the organ of the party, on the principles proposed by Mr. Fox. This was carried by acclamation; and the members without further discussion adjourned to the bar-room, where Nim Porter offered a bet--and not finding any one to take him up, continued to offer it during the evening--of fifty dollars to twenty-five, or one hundred to fifty, that Eliphalet Fox would run Augustus Postlethwaite Tompkinson"s Whole Team out of Quodlibet in six months from that day:--that there would not be but two copies of the Whole Team taken in the Borough, and that one of them would be Michael Grant"s out at the Hogback:--"for,"
said Nim, with an oath, which I will not repeat--"I can see it in that Liphlet Fox"s eye; if he isn"t a gouger when his bile"s fresh, there aint nothing in Lavender on Physiology, or Fowler on the Shape of Heads."
CHAPTER VI.
BEING A SHORT HISTORY OF ELIPHALET FOX.
Eliphalet Fox"s paper, "The Whole Hog," made its first appearance on the day of the inauguration of President Van Buren. Bright were the omens that heralded its birth. The l.u.s.trous...o...b..of Jackson had just set in an ocean of splendor. Happy old man! Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas! In the glowing language of his own immortal valedictory, he left "this great people prosperous and happy." That star of the second magnitude, Martin Van Buren, first among the sidera minora, had just risen. In the nearly equally immortal salutatory of this Sidus Minor, he spake the words, "we present an aggregate of human prosperity surely not elsewhere to be found." Fortunate omens, incomparable auspices! Under these cheering signs "The Whole Hog" appeared upon the stage.
Never was paper more faithful to the Quodlibetarian theory. Never was editor more richly endowed to sustain that theory than Eliphalet Fox. My reader will doubtless expect that I should impart such gleanings of the editor"s life as my diligent researches have enabled me to collect. This reasonable expectation shall be indulged.
Eliphalet Fox was one of those men whose career furnishes so remarkable a commentary upon the beneficent character of our great Democratic Quodlibetarian principle. His ancestors, two generations back, were Federal and rich: in the last generation they were Federal and poor--a transition strikingly natural and eminently ill.u.s.trative of our free inst.i.tutions. Eliphalet was born in the town of Gabwrangle, in the adjoining State. His education was circ.u.mscribed to the circle of reading, writing, and arithmetic, which Eliphalet himself sometimes jocosely describes as algebraically denoted by the signs of the three Rs; to wit, Reading, Righting, and Rithmetic--a joke (mehercule) both ingenious and new!
His parents being, as I may say, inops pecuniae, bound Eliphalet to a trade; but handicraft was abhorrent to his genius. His temper was sour and peevish; and though seemingly meek, even to a degree of asininity, in his demeanor, yet it was early discovered that, upon occasion, he could very deftly and nimbly, as the poet says, "unpack his heart with words and fall to swearing like a very drab." This art was too valuable in Eliphalet"s time to go long without a patron; and, accordingly, after he had worked four most reluctant years in a printing-office, to which his respectable parents, thwarting the current of his genius, had devoted him, he was discovered and taken by the hand by Mr. Theophilus Flam, brother of the late Judge, and leader of the Federal party of Gabwrangle. It was just before the war; and the party being hard set upon by its enemies, had, like a cat surrounded by curs, thrown itself upon its back, and essayed to defend itself, most cattishly, with claw and tooth. And sharply, as we well know, did they fight. Eliphalet, in this strife, played the part of a claw, showing most admirable spring nails, though ordinarily hid, and therefore but little suspected in his velvet paw. His position in this battle was that of conductor of "The Gabwrangle Grimalkin," a cross-grained, querulous, tart and vinegarish little folio, which hoisted the banner of Theophilus Flam, and swore in his words. Eliphalet Fox, in consequence of the trusty position which was thus confided to him, and still more by reason of a certain rabid but laudable hatred of all who bore the name of Democrat, in those days, (and here I would have my reader mark that a Democrat of 1812 was a very different thing from a Democrat of this our day, especially from a true Quodlibetarian Democrat,) rose to be a person of great consideration in Gabwrangle. The party of Theophilus Flam, like our ill.u.s.trious chief of the new Democracy, Mr. Van Buren, made st.u.r.dy opposition to Madison and his unrighteous war, and finally enjoyed the satisfaction of a complete triumph over all their political adversaries in Gabwrangle, by an utter route of the spurious Democrats who opposed them: a point of good fortune which did not fall to the lot of our ill.u.s.trious chief at Kinderhook; since history records the disastrous fact that he, so far from conquering, was obliged to give in, and was even unhappily compelled, by the force of adverse winds, to go over to the majority, (an event very distressing to his feelings,) when he found that that majority was so obstinate as to refuse to come on his side: he was, if I may so say, as it were, a prisoner-of-war, and acted under a vis major.
But at Gabwrangle--thanks to the persevering tongue and pen of Eliphalet Fox!--it was all the other way; and "The Grimalkin," to the last, enjoyed a most enviable renown as the bitterest reviler of Mr. Madison and his doings.
Habit grows into an instinct, and as times change our habits are the last to follow the fashion. It is only by referring to this deep-seated principle of human nature, that I am able to account for the extraordinary vituperation which Eliphalet Fox, at a later day, poured upon the head of the Old Hero when he was brought out for President. The Grimalkin, like all poison-concocting animals, grew more venomous as it grew older; and were it not that Eliphalet has repented of this folly, and amply atoned for its commission, I should blush to record the almost savage ferocity, the altogether unpardonable acerbity, and, above all, the thoroughly unquodlibetarian freedom with which he a.s.sailed the purest man that in the tide of time--as another pure man has remarked--ever appeared upon this terraqueous globe. But the truth is, Eliphalet had fallen into _a habit_ of detraction, and did it without thinking:--that is the best excuse that can be made for him. The old Federalists of Gabwrangle, and, foremost among them, his master, Theophilus Flam, soon corrected this unhappy proclivity, and gave him to understand that he was on a wrong scent. They peremptorily, to their great honor, insisted that from that day forth the Grimalkin must be decent. The consequence of this was fatal to Eliphalet Fox--fatal at least to his prosperity in Gabwrangle. Thenceforth the Grimalkin sunk into insignificance. As the poet says, Oth.e.l.lo"s occupation was gone.
The subscribers grew testy and dropped off, under the influence of this uncongenial decency exacted from the editor. Eliphalet borrowed money, his habiliments grew shabby, he took up mean callings for the sake of pelf, he became a spunge; he grew bilious, atrabilious, patriotic and indignant. He went for REFORM--reform of the General Government, reform of the State Const.i.tution, reform of private manners, reform of public observances. He took up an aversion to all kinds of respectability, became a deadly enemy to every man who laid up any money--made this sentiment a political question, talked of a division of property, called Nature a stepmother, said sundry hard things about the persecution of genius, and finally, one Sunday night, eloped from Gabwrangle, leaving his fiscal responsibilities in a state of as much perplexity as that into which these vile Whigs have brought those of the government. Alas, for Eliphalet! little did he dream that out of this desolation and dismay he was to pluck so bright a flower of prosperity as he now wears in his bosom. All the hounds of the law--as he so eloquently painted it to the New Light at our celebrated meeting--were set upon his track; but grace to his better destiny! he eluded them. To twenty writs placed on Monday morning in the sheriff"s hands, that functionary made his return on Tuesday evening, "Eloped under whip and spur out of the bailiwick."--Oh, lucky Eliphalet!
In these straits the badgered patriot went to Washington; was recognized by our distinguished representative, who, knowing that we were in want of an editor fit to cope with The Whole Team, gave him a warm letter of recommendation to Nicodemus Handy, and forthwith was projected that famous movement, whereof I have already given the history, and which has so auspiciously resulted in the establishment of The Quodlibet Whole Hog.
CHAPTER VII.
ASTOUNDING EVENT--SUSPENSION OF SPECIE PAYMENTS--PROCEEDINGS OF THE BANK OF QUODLIBET THEREUPON--RESOLVE OF THE DIRECTORS AGAINST SUSPENSION--CONSPIRACY AND THREATENED REVOLUTION HEADED BY FLAN. SUCKER--DIRECTORS CHANGE THEIR MIND--THEIR CONSTERNATION AND ESCAPE--REMARKABLE BRAVERY AND PRESENCE OF MIND OF THE HON. MIDDLETON FLAM--HIS SPLENDID APPEAL TO THE INSURGENTS--GENERAL JACKSON"S ORACULAR VIEWS IN REGARD TO THE SUSPENSION.
Proh hominum fidem!
It falls to my lot, at this stage of my history, to be constrained to record an event the most astounding, the most awful, the most unexpected, the most treacherous, the most ungrateful, the most flagitious--yea, the most supereminently flagitious,--that the history of mankind affords. Notwithstanding that laudatory and political e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n which the Hero and Sage breathed out in the evening of his brilliant career, like the last notes of the swan, "I leave this great people prosperous and happy"--notwithstanding that flattering canzonet, with which he who pledges himself to walk in the Hero and Sage"s footsteps, began his ill.u.s.trious course, singing as it were the morning carol of the lark--"we present an aggregate of human prosperity surely not elsewhere to be found"--the echo of these sweet sounds had not died away upon the tympana of our ravished ears, before these banks--these gentle pet banks--these fostered, favored, sugar-plum and candy-fed pet banks, with all their troop of plethoric and pampered paragon sister banks, one and all, without one pang of remorse, without one word of warning, without even, as far as we could see, one tingle of a suppressed and struggling blush, incontinently suspended specie payments!! O curas hominum! Quantum est in rebus inane!
Shall I tell it? Even the Patriotic Copperplate Bank of Quodlibet was compelled to follow in this faithless path. Not at once, I confess--not off-hand, and with such malice prepense as the others--for Nicodemus Handy had a soul above such black ingrat.i.tude--but after a pause, and, let the truth be told in extenuation, because he could not help it.
The Hon. Middleton Flam was sent for upon the first tidings of this extraordinary kicking in the traces by these high-mettled inst.i.tutions--tidings which reached Quodlibet, via the ca.n.a.l, about eleven o"clock one morning in May. The Directors were summoned into council. What was to be done? was the general question. Anthony Hardbottle, of the firm of Barndollar & Hardbottle--a grave man and a thoughtful; a man without flash, who seldom smiles--a lean man, hard favored and simple in his outgoings and incomings; a man, who has never sported, as long as I have known him, any other coat than that snuff-brown with covered b.u.t.tons, and who does not wear out above one pair of shoes in a year; a man who could never be persuaded to give so far into the times as to put on a black cravat, but has always stuck to the white:--such a man, it may be easily imagined, was not to be carried away by new-fangled notions:--he was there at the Board, in place of Theodore Fog, who was compelled two years before to withdraw his name as a candidate for re-election. This same Anthony Hardbottle, speaking under the dictates of that cautious wisdom natural to him as a merchant, answered this question of What was to be done?--by another equally laconic and pregnant with meaning----
"How much cash have we on hand?"
"One hundred and seven dollars and thirty-seven and a half cents in silver," replied Nicodemus, "and five half eagles in gold, which were brought here by our honorable President and placed on deposit, after he had used them in the last election for the purpose of showing the people what an admirable currency we were to have, as soon as Mr. Benton should succeed in making it float up the stream of the Mississippi."
Again asked Anthony Hardbottle, "What circulation have you abroad?"
"Six hundred thousand dollars," replied Nicodemus, "and a trifle over."
"Then," said Anthony, "I think we had better suspend with the rest."
"Never," said the Hon. Middleton Flam, rising from his seat and thumping the table violently with his hand. "Never, sir, while I am President of this bank, and there is a shot in the locker."
"Bravo--well said, admirably said, spoke as a Quodlibetarian ought to speak!" shouted Dr. Thomas G. Winkleman, the keeper of the soda-water Pavilion; "I have fifteen dollars in five-penny bits; they are at the service of the Board, and while I hold a piece of coin, the Patriotic Copperplate Bank shall never be subjected to the reproach of being unable to meet its obligations. Anthony Hardbottle, as a Democrat I am surprised at you."
"I can"t help it," replied Anthony; "in my opinion, our issues are larger than our means."
"How larger, sir?" demanded Mr. Snuffers, the President of the New Light, with some asperity of tone.--"Haven"t we a batch of bran-new notes, just signed and ready for delivery? Redeem the old ones with new.
Why should we suspend?"
"Gentlemen, I will put the question to the Board," interposed Mr. Flam, fearful lest a quarrel might arise, if the debate continued. "Shall this bank suspend specie payments? Those in favor of this iniquitous proposition will say AY."
No one answered. Anthony Hardbottle was intimidated by the President"s stern manner.
"Those opposed to it will say NO."
"No!" was the universal acclamation of the Board, with the exception of Anthony Hardbottle who did not open his lips.
"Thank you, gentlemen," said Mr. Flam, "for this generous support. I should have been compelled by the adoption of this proposition, much as I esteem this Board, much as I value your good opinion, to have returned the commission with which you have honored me as your President. Our country first, and then ourselves! The Democracy of Quodlibet never will suspend!"
At this moment confused noises were heard in the banking-room, which adjoined that in which the Directors were convened. Mr. Handy immediately sprang from his chair and went into this apartment.
There stood about thirty persons, princ.i.p.ally boatmen from the ca.n.a.l. At their head, some paces advanced into the bank, was Flanigan Sucker. One sleeve of Flan"s coat was torn open from the shoulder to the wrist; his shirt, of a very indefinite complexion, was open at the breast, disclosing the s.h.a.ggy mat of hair that adorned this part of his person; his corduroy trowsers had but one suspender to keep them up, thus giving them rather a lop-sided set. His face was fiery-red; and his hat, which was considerably frayed at the brim, was drawn over one ear, and left uncovered a large portion of his forehead and crown which were embellished by wild elf locks of carroty hue.
"Nicodemus," said Flan. as soon as the Cashier made his appearance, "we have come to make a run upon the bank:--they say you"ve bursted your biler." Then turning to the crowd behind him, he shouted, "Growl, Tigers!--Yip! yip! Hurra!"
As Flan. yelled out these words, a strange muttering sound broke forth from the mult.i.tude.
"What put into your drunken noddle that we have broke?" inquired Mr.
Handy, with great composure, as soon as silence was restored.
"Nim Porter ses, Nicodemus, that you"re a gone horse, and that if you ain"t busted up, you will be before night. So we have determined on a run."
Nim Porter, who was standing in the rear of the crowd, where he had come to see how matters were going on, now stepped forward. Nim is the fattest man in Quodlibet, and besides, is the most dressy and good-natured man we have. On this occasion there he stood with a stiff starched linen roundabout jacket on, as white as the driven snow, with white drilling pantaloons just from the washerwoman, and the most strutting ruffle to his shirt that could have been manufactured out of cambric. In all points he was unlike the crowd of persons who occupied the room. "I said nothing of the sort--" was Nim"s reply--"and I am willing now to bet ten to one that he can"t produce a man here to say I said so."
"What"s the odds!" cried Flan; "Nicodemus, we are resolved upon a run--so sh.e.l.l out!"
"Begin when it suits you," said Mr. Handy. "Let me have your note, and I will give you either silver or gold as you choose."
"You don"t catch me that way," shouted Flan., with a drunken grimace.
"Notes is not in my line--sh.e.l.l out anyhow. We have determined on a run--a genuine, dimmycratic sortie."
"Have you none of our paper?" again inquired Mr. Handy.
"Not a shaving, Nicodemus," replied Flan. "What"s the odds?"