Mr. O"Connor at length said: "Neal, are my inexpressibles finished?"
"I am now pressin" your inexpressibles," replied Neal; "but, be my sowl, Mr. O"Connor, it"s not your inexpressibles I"m thinkin" of.
I"m not the ninth part o" what I was. I"d hardly make paddin" for a collar now."
"Are you able to carry a staff still, Neal?"
"I"ve a light hazel one that"s handy," said the tailor, "but where"s the use o" carryin" it whin I can get no one to fight wid? Sure, I"m disgracin" my relations by the life I"m ladin". I "ll go to my grave widout ever batin" a man or bein" bate myself; that"s the vexation. Divil the row ever I was able to kick up in my life; so that I"m fairly blue-mowlded for want of a batin". But if you have patience--"
"Patience!" said Mr. O"Connor, with a shake of the head that was perfectly disastrous even to look at,--"patience, did you say, Neal?"
"Ay," said Neal, "an" be my sowl, if you deny that I said patience I "ll break your head!"
"Ah, Neal," returned the other, "I don"t deny it; for, though I"m teaching philosophy, knowledge, and mathematics every day in my life, yet I"m learning patience myself both night and day. No, Neal; I have forgotten to deny anything. I have not been guilty of a contradiction, out of my own school, for the last fourteen years.
I once expressed the shadow of a doubt about twelve years ago, but ever since I have abandoned even doubting. That doubt was the last expiring effort at maintaining my domestic authority--but I suffered for it."
"Well," said Neal, "if you have patience, I "ll tell you what afflicts me from beginnin" to endin"."
"I WILL have patience," said Mr. O"Connor; and he accordingly heard a dismal and indignant tale from the tailor.
"You have told me that fifty times over," said Mr. O"Connor, after hearing the story. "Your spirit is too martial for a pacific life.
If you follow my advice, I will teach you how to ripple the calm current of your existence to some purpose. MARRY A WIFE. For twenty-five years I have given instruction in three branches, namely, philosophy, knowledge, and mathematics. I am also well versed in matrimony, and I declare that, upon my misery and by the contents of all my afflictions, it is my solemn and melancholy opinion that, if you marry a wife, you will, before three months pa.s.s over your concatenated state, not have a single complaint to make touching a superabundance of peace or tranquillity or a love of fighting."
"Do you mane to say that any woman would make me afeard?" said the tailor, deliberately rising up and getting his cudgel. "I "ll thank you merely to go over the words agin, till I thrasy you widin an inch of your life. That"s all"
"Neal," said the schoolmaster, meekly, "I won"t fight; I have been too often subdued ever to presume on the hope of a single victory.
My spirit is long since evaporated; I am like one of your own shreds, a mere selvage. Do you not know how much my habiliments have shrunk in even within the last five years? Hear me, Neal, and venerate my words as if they proceeded from the lips of a prophet.
If you wish to taste the luxury of being subdued--if you are, as you say, blue-moulded for want of a beating, and sick at heart of a peaceful existence--why, marry a wife. Neal, send my breeches home with all haste, for they are wanted, you understand. Farewell."
Mr. O"Connor, having thus expressed himself, departed; and Neal stood, with the cudgel in his hand, looking at the door out of which he pa.s.sed, with an expression of fierceness, contempt, and reflection strongly blended on the ruins of his once heroic visage.
Many a man has happiness within his reach if he but knew it.
The tailor had been hitherto miserable because he pursued a wrong object. The schoolmaster, however, suggested a train of thought upon which Neal now fastened with all the ardour of a chivalrous temperament. Nay, be wondered that the family spirit should have so completely seized upon the fighting side of his heart as to preclude all thoughts of matrimony; for he could not but remember that his relations were as ready for marriage as for fighting. To doubt this would have been to throw a blot upon his own escutcheon.
He therefore very prudently asked himself to whom, if he did not marry, should he transmit his courage. He was a single man, and, dying as such, he would be the sole depository of his own valor, which, like Junius"s secret, must perish with him. If he could have left it as a legacy to such of his friends as were most remarkable for cowardice, why, the case would be altered: but this was impossible, and he had now no other means of preserving it to posterity than by creating a posterity to inherit it. He saw, too, that the world was likely to become convulsed. Wars, as everybody knew, were certain to break out; and would it not be an excellent opportunity for being father to a colonel, or perhaps a general, that might astonish the world?
The change visible in Neal after the schoolmaster"s last visit absolutely thunderstruck all who knew him. The clothes which he had rashly taken in to fit his shrivelled limbs were once more let out. The tailor expanded with a new spirit; his joints ceased to be supple, as in the days of his valor; his eye became less fiery but more brilliant. From being martial, he got desperately gallant; but, somehow, he could not afford to act the hero and lover both at the same time. This, perhaps, would be too much to expect from a tailor. His policy was better. He resolved to bring all his available energy to bear upon the charms of whatever fair nymph he should select for the honour of matrimony; to waste his spirit in fighting would, therefore, be a deduction from the single purpose in view.
The transition from war to love is by no means so remarkable as we might at first imagine. We quote Jack Falstaff in proof of this; or, if the reader be disposed to reject our authority, then we quote Ancient Pistol himself--both of whom we consider as the most finished specimens of heroism that ever carried a safe skin. Acres would have been a hero had he worn gloves to prevent the courage from oozing out at his palms, or not felt such an unlucky antipathy to the "snug lying in the Abbey"; and as for Captain Bobadil, he never had an opportunity of putting his plan for vanquishing an army into practice. We fear, indeed, that neither his character nor Ben Jonson"s knowledge of human nature is properly understood; for it certainly could not be expected that a man whose spirit glowed to encounter a whole host could, without tarnishing his dignity, if closely pressed, condescend to fight an individual.
But as these remarks on courage may be felt by the reader as an invidious introduction of a subject disagreeable to him, we beg to hush it for the present and return to the tailor.
No sooner had Neal begun to feel an inclination to matrimony than his friends knew that his principles had veered by the change now visible in his person and deportment. They saw he had ratted from courage and joined love. Heretofore his life had been all winter, darkened by storm and hurricane. The fiercer virtues had played the devil with him; every word was thunder, every look lightning; but now all that had pa.s.sed away. Before he was the FORt.i.tER IN RE; at present he was the SUAVITER IN MODO. His existence was perfect spring, beautifully vernal. All the amiable and softer qualities began to bud about his heart; a genial warmth was diffused over him; his soul got green within him; every day was serene, and if a cloud happened to become visible, there was a roguish rainbow astride of it, on which sat a beautiful Iris that laughed down at him and seemed to say, "Why the d.i.c.kens, Neal, don"t you marry a wife?"
Neal could not resist the afflatus which decended on him; an ethereal light dwelled, he thought, upon the face of nature; the colour of the cloth which he cut out from day to day was, to his enraptured eye, like the colour of Cupid"s wings--all purple; his visions were worth their weight in gold; his dreams a credit to the bed he slept on; and his feelings, like blind puppies, young and alive to the milk of love and kindness which they drew from his heart. Most of this delight escaped the observation of the world, for Neal, like your true lover, became shy and mysterious. It is difficult to say what he resembled; no dark lantern ever had more light shut up within itself than Neal had in his soul, although his friends were not aware of it. They knew, indeed, that he had turned his back upon valor; but beyond this their knowledge did not extend.
Neal was shrewd enough to know that what he felt must be love; nothing else could distend him with happiness until his soul felt light and bladderlike but love. As an oyster opens when expecting the tide, so did his soul expand at the contemplation of matrimony.
Labour ceased to be a trouble to him; he sang and sewed from morning till night; his hot goose no longer burned him, for his heart was as hot as his goose; the vibrations of his head, at each successive st.i.tch, were no longer sad and melancholy. There was a buoyant shake of exultation in them which showed that his soul was placid and happy within him.
Endless honour be to Neal Malone for the originality with which he managed the tender sentiment! He did not, like your commonplace lovers, first discover a pretty girl and afterward become enamoured of her. No such thing; he had the pa.s.sion prepared beforehand--cut out and made up, as it were, ready for any girl whom it might fit.
This was falling in love in the abstract, and let no man condemn it without a trial, for many a long-winded argument could be urged in its defence. It is always wrong to commence business without capital, and Neal had a good stock to begin with. All we beg is that the reader will not confound it with Platonism, which never marries; but he is at full liberty to call it Socratism, which takes unto itself a wife and suffers accordingly.
Let no one suppose that Neal forgot the schoolmaster"s kindness, or failed to be duly grateful for it. Mr. O"Connor was the first person whom he consulted touching his pa.s.sion. With a cheerful soul he waited on that melancholy and gentleman-like man, and in the very luxury of his heart told him that he was in love.
"In love, Neal!" said the schoolmaster. "May I inquire with whom?"
"Wid n.o.body in particular yet," replied Neal; "but o" late I"m got divilish fond o" the girls in general."
"And do you call that being in love, Neal?" said Mr. O"Connor.
"Why, what else would I call it?" returned the tailor. "Am n"t I fond o" them?"
"Then it must be what is termed the "universal pa.s.sion," Neal,"
observed Mr. O"Connor, "although it is the first time I have seen such an ill.u.s.tration of it as you present in your own person."
"I wish you would advise me how to act," said Neal; "I"m as happy as a prince since I began to get fond o" them an" to think o" marriage."
The schoolmaster shook his head again, and looked rather miserable.
Neal rubbed his hands with glee, and looked perfectly happy. The schoolmaster shook his head again, and looked more miserable than before. Neal"s happiness also increased on the second rubbing.
Now, to tell the secret at once, Mr. O"Connor would not have appeared so miserable were it not for Neal"s happiness; nor Neal so happy were it not for Mr. O"Connor"s misery. It was all the result of contrast; but this you will not understand unless you be deeply read in modern novels.
Mr. O"Connor, however, was a man of sense, who knew, upon this principle, that the longer he continued to shake his head the more miserable he must become, and the more also would he increase Neal"s happiness; but he had no intention of increasing Neal"s happiness at his own expense--for, upon the same hypothesis, it would have been for Neal"s interest had he remained shaking his head there and getting miserable until the day of judgment. He consequently declined giving the third shake, for he thought that plain conversation was, after all, more significant and forcible than the most eloquent nod, however ably translated.
"Neal," said he, "could you, by stretching your imagination, contrive to rest contented with nursing your pa.s.sion in solitude, and love the s.e.x at a distance?"
"How could I nurse and mind my business?" replied the tailor. "I"ll never nurse so long as I"ll have the wife; and as for "magination, it depends upon the grain o"it whether I can stretch it or not. I don"t know that I ever made a coat o"it in my life."
"You don"t understand me, Neal," said the schoolmaster. "In recommending marriage, I was only driving one evil out of you by introducing another. Do you think that, if you abandoned all thoughts of a wife, you would get heroic again--that is, would you take once more to the love of fighting?"
"There is no doubt but I would," said the tailor; "if I miss the wife, I"ll kick up such a dust as never was seen in the parish, an"
you"re the first man that I"ll lick. But now that I"m in love," he continued, "sure, I ought to look out for the wife."
"Ah, Neal," said the schoolmaster, "you are tempting destiny; your temerity be, with all its melancholy consequences, upon your own head."
"Come," said the tailor; "it wasn"t to hear you groaning to the tune o" "Dhrimmindhoo," or "The old woman rockin" her cradle," that I came; but to know if you could help me in makin" out the wife.
That"s the discoorse."
"Look at me, Neal," said the schoolmaster, solemnly. "I am at this moment, and have been any time for the last fifteen years, a living CAVETO against matrimony. I do not think that earth possesses such a luxury as a single solitary life. Neal, the monks of old were happy men; they were all fat and had double chins; and, Neal, I tell you that all fat men are in general happy. Care cannot come at them so readily as at a thin man; before it gets through the strong outworks of flesh and blood with which they are surrounded, it becomes treacherous to its original purpose, joins the cheerful spirits it meets in the system, and dances about the heart in all the madness of mirth; just like a sincere ecclesiastic who comes to lecture a good fellow against drinking, but who forgets his lecture over his cups, and is laid under the table with such success that he either never comes to finish his lecture, or comes often to be laid under the table. Look at me, Neal, how wasted, fleshless, and miserable I am. You know how my garments have shrunk in, and what a solid man I was before marriage. Neal, pause, I beseech you; otherwise you stand a strong chance of becoming a nonent.i.ty like myself."
"I don"t care what I become," said the tailor; "I can"t think that you"d be so unreasonable as to expect that any o" the Malones should pa.s.s out o" the world widout either bein" bate or marrid.
Have reason, Mr. O"Connor, an" if you can help me to the wife I promise to take in your coat the next time for nothin"."
"Well, then," said Mr. O"Connor, "what would you think of the butcher"s daughter, Biddy Neil? You have always had a thirst for blood, and here you may have it gratified in an innocent manner, should you ever become sanguinary again. "T is true, Neal, she is twice your size and possesses three times your strength; but for that very reason, Neal, marry her if you can. Large animals are placid; and Heaven preserve those bachelors whom I wish well from a small wife; "t is such who always wield the sceptre of domestic life and rule their husbands with a rod of iron."
"Say no more, Mr. O"Connor," replied the tailor; "she"s the very girl I"m in love wid, an" never fear but I"ll overcome her heart if it can be done by man. Now, step over the way to my house, an"
we"ll have a sup on the head o" it. Who"s that calling?"
"Ah, Neal, I know the tones--there"s a shrillness in them not to be mistaken. Farewell! I must depart; you have heard the proverb, "Those who are bound must obey." Young Jack, I presume, is squalling, and I must either nurse him, rock the cradle, or sing comic tunes for him, though Heaven knows with what a disastrous heart I often sing, "Begone, dull care," the "Rakes of Newcastle," or, "Peas upon a Trencher." Neal, I say again, pause before you take this leap in the dark. Pause, Neal, I entreat you. Farewell!"
Neal, however, was gifted with the heart of an Irishman, and scorned caution as the characteristic of a coward; he had, as it appeared, abandoned all design of fighting, but the courage still adhered to him even in making love. He consequently conducted the siege of Biddy Neil"s heart with a degree of skill and valor which would not have come amiss to Marshal Gerald at the siege of Antwerp. Locke or Dugald Stewart, indeed, had they been cognisant of the tailor"s triumph, might have ill.u.s.trated the principle on which he succeeded; as to ourselves, we can only conjecture it. Our own opinion is that they were both animated with a congenial spirit. Biddy was the very pink of pugnacity, and could throw in a body-blow or plant a facer with singular energy and science. Her prowess. .h.i.therto had, we confess, been displayed only within the limited range of domestic life; but should she ever find it necessary to exercise it upon a larger scale, there was no doubt whatsoever, in the opinion of her mother, brothers, and sisters, every one of whom she had successively subdued, that she must undoubtedly distinguish herself. There was certainly one difficulty which the tailor had NOT to encounter in the progress of fats courtship: the field was his own, he had not a rival to dispute his claim. Neither was there any opposition given by her friends; they were, on the contrary, all anxious for the match; and when the arrangements were concluded, Neal felt his hand squeezed by them in succession, with an expression more resembling condolence than joy. Neal, however, had been bred to tailoring, and not to metaphysics; he could cut out a coat very well, but we do not say that he could trace a principle --as what tailor, except Jeremy Taylor, could?