Human nature doubtless has a great many weak points, and no few bipeds have a great itching after notoriety and fame. Fame, I am credibly informed, is not unlike a greased pig, always hard chased, but too eternal slippery for every body to hold on to! I have never cared a tinker"s curse for glory myself; the satisfaction of getting quietly along, while in pursuit of bread, comfort and knowledge, has sufficed to engross my individual attention; but I"ve often "had my joke" by observing the various grand dashes made by cords of folks, from sn.o.b to n.o.b, patrician to plebeian, in their gyrations to form a circle, in which they might be the centre pin! This desire, or feeling, is a part and parcel of human nature; you will observe it every where--among the dusky and man-eating citizens of the Fejee Islands--the dog-eating population of China--the beef-eaters of England, and their descendants, ye _Yankoos_ of the new world; all, all have a tendency for lionization.
This very _innocent_ pastime finds a great many supporters, too; toadyism is the main prop that sustains and exalteth the vain glory of man; if you can only get a _toady_--the _more_ the better--you can the sooner and firmer fix your digits upon the greased pig of fame; but as thrift must always follow fawning, or toadyism, it is most essentially necessary that you be possessed of a greater or lesser quant.i.ty of the goods and chattels of this world, or some kind of tangible effects, to grease the wheels of your emollient supporters; otherwise you will soon find all your air-built castles, dignity and glory, dissolve into mere gas, and your stern in the gravel immediately.
Such is the pursuit of glory, and such its supporters, their gas and human weakness. I have said that I never sought distinction, but I have had it thrust upon me more than once, and the last effort of the kind was so particularly _salubrious_, that I must relate to you, _confidentially_ of course, how it came about.
When I first came to Boston, as a matter of course, I spent much of my time in surveying "the lions," dipping into this, and peeping into that; promenading the Common and climbing the stupendous stairway of Bunker Hill; ransacking the forts, islands, beautiful Auburn, &c., &c.
Finally, I went into the State House, but as this notable building was undergoing some repairs, placards were tacked up about the doors, prohibiting persons from strolling about the capitol. The attendant was very polite, and told me, and several others desirous to see the building inside, that if we called in the course of a few days, we could be gratified, but for the present no one but those engaged about the work, were allowed to enter. I persisted so closely in my desire to examine the interior, while on the spot, that the man, when the rest of the visitors had gone, relented, and I was not only allowed to see what I should see, but he _toted_ me "round."
We sauntered into the a.s.sembly Chamber, surveyed and learned all the particulars of that, peered into the side-rooms, closets, &c., and then came to the Senate Chamber. This you know is something finer than the country meeting house, or circus-looking a.s.sembly Chamber, where the "fresh-men," or green members from Hard-Scrabble, Hull, Squantum, etc.,--incipient Demostheneses, and sucking Ciceros, first tap their gasometers "in the haouse." Here I found the venerable pictures of the ancient _mugs_, who have figured as Governors, &c., of the commonwealth, from the days of Puritan Winthrop to the ever-memorable Morton, who, strange as it may appear, was really elected Governor, though a double-distilled Democrat. Bucklers, swords, drums and muskets, that doubtless rattled and banged away upon Bunker Hill, were duly, carefully and critically examined, and as a finale to my debut in the Senate, I mounted the Speaker"s stand, and spouted about three feet of Webster"s first oration at Bunker Hill. To be sure, my audience was _small_, but _it_ was duly attentive, and as I waved my hands aloft, and thumped my ribs, after the most approved system of patriotic vehemence of the day, he--my audience--opened his mouth, and stretched his eyes to the size of dinner plates, at my prodigious slaps at eloquence; the very ears of the _canvased_ governors seemed p.r.i.c.ked up, and I descended the stand big as Mogul, insinuated "a quarter" into the palm of the polite attendant, informed him I should call in a few days to take a view from the top of the dome, &c. He bowed and I took myself off.
Several days afterwards I found myself in the vicinity of the State House; so, thinks I, I"ll just drop in, and go up to the top of the dome and get a view of the city and suburbs.
My chaperon was on hand, and he no sooner clapped eyes upon me, than he pitched into all manner of highfernooten flub-dubs, bowed and sc.r.a.ped, and regretted that the day was so misty and dull, as I would not be enabled to have half a chance to get a view.
"I wouldn"t try it to-day, sir," said he.
"What"s the reason?" asked I.
"Oh," replied he, "you"ll not see half the outline of the city and the villages around, and you"ll want to get them all down distinct."
"Get them all _down_ distinct?" quoth I.
"Yes, sir; and the day is so dull and cloudy that you"ll not see half the prominent buildings, never mind the whole of the former and not so easily seen houses. You intend taking a full view, don"t you, sir?"
"Why, yes, I would like to," says I, partly lost to conceive what caused such a sudden and unaccountable ebullition of the man"s great interest in my getting "a first rate notice" of matters and things from the top of the capitol! But up I went, in spite of my attentive friend"s fears of my not getting quite so clear and distinct a view as he could wish.
Having gratified myself with such a view as the weather and the height of the capitol afforded (and in clear weather you can get far the best survey of Boston and the environs from the top of the State House than from any other promontory about), I descended again. At the foot of the stairway my a.s.siduous cicerone again beset me, introduced several other miscellaneous-looking chaps to me, and, in short, was making of me, why or wherefore I knew not, quite a lion!
"Well, sir," said he, "what do you think of it, sir? Could you get the outline?"
"Not very well," said I, "but the view is very fine."
"O, yes, sir," said he; "but as soon as you wish to begin, sir, let me know, and I"ll lock the upper doors when you go up, and you"ll not be disturbed, sir."
"Lock the doors?" said I, in some amazement.
"Yes, sir," quoth he, "but it would be best to come as early in the morning as possible, or, if convenient, before the visitors begin to come up; they"d disturb you, you know!"
"Disturb _me!_ Why, I don"t know how they would do that?"
"Why, sir, when Mr. Smith--you know Mr. Smith, sir, I suppose?"
"Why, yes; the name strikes me as _somewhat_ familiar; do you refer to _John Smith_?" I observed, beginning to partic.i.p.ate in the joke, which began to develop itself pretty distinctly.
"Yes, sir; I believe his name is John--John R. Smith; he"s a splendid artist, sir; _his_ sketch or panorama is a beauty! Sir! did you ever see his panorama?"
"I think I did, in New York," I replied.
By this time some dozen or two visitors had congregated around us, and I was the centre of a considerable circle, and from the whispers, and pointing of fingers, I felt duly sensible, that, great or small, I was a LION! Under what auspices, I was in too dense a fog to make out; to me it was an unaccountable mist"ry.
"I"ll tell you what I can do, sir," continued my toady; "I can have a small platform erected, outside of the cupola, for you, to place your _designs_ or sketches on, and you"ll not be so liable to be disturbed.
Mr. Smith, he had a platform made, sir."
I beckoned the man to step aside, in the Senate Chamber.
"Now, sir," said I, "you will please inform me, who the devil do you take me for?"
"Oh, I knew who you were, the moment you came in, sir," said he, with a very knowing leer out of his half-squinting eyes.
"Did you? Well then I must certainly give you credit for devilish keen perception; but, if it"s a fair question," I continued, "what do you mean by fixing a platform for my _designs_? You don"t think I"m going to fly, jump or deliver orations from the cupola, do you?"
"No, I don"t; but you"re to draw a grand panorama of Boston, ain"t you?"
"ME?"
"Yes, you; ain"t your name Mr. Banvard?"
"Oh, yes, yes--I understand--you"ve found me out, but keep dark--mum"s the word--you understand?" said I, winkingly.
"Yes, sir; I"ll fix it all right; you"ll want the platform outside, I guess."
"Yes; out with it, and _keep dark until I come!_"
I skeeted down them steps into the Common to let off my corked up risibilities.--Whether the man actually did prepare a platform for my designs, or whether Banvard ever went to take his designs there, I am unable to say, as I went South a few days afterward, and did not return for some time.
The Exorbitancy of Meanness.
Few _extravaganzas_ of man or woman lay such a heavy _stress_ upon the pocket-book or purse as meanness. This may seem paradoxical, but it"s nothing of the kind. How many thousands to save a cent, walk a mile! How many to cut down expenses, cut off a thousand of the little "filling ins" which go to make us both happy and healthy! Jones refused to let his little boy run an errand for Johnson, and when Jones"s house was in a blaze, Johnson forbid him touching his water to put it out. Smith by accident ran his wagon afoul of Peppers"s cart, Peppers in revenge "cut away" at Smith"s horse; horse ran away, broke the wagon, dislocated Smith"s collar-bone; a suit at law followed, and Peppers being a mighty s.p.u.n.ky, as well as a powerfully mean man, fought it out four years, and finally sunk every cent he had in the world by the slight transaction.
It is a first-rate idea to be economical, but the man who sees and feels, and smells and tastes, entirely through his pocket-book, isn"t worth cultivating an acquaintance with. Go in, marry money if you can, save up some, but don"t cultivate meanness, for it never pays.
"Taking Down" a Sheriff.
Ex-honorable John Buck, once the "representative" of a _district_ out West, a lawyer originally, and finally a gentleman at large, and Jeremy Diddler generally, took up his quarters in Philadelphia, years ago, and putting himself upon his dignity, he managed for a time, _sans l"argent_, to live like a prince. Buck was what the world would call a devilish clever fellow; he was something of a scholar, with the smattering of a gentleman; good at off-hand dinner table oratory, good looking, and what never fails to take down the ladies, he wore hair enough about his countenance to establish two Italian grand dukes. Buck was "an awful blower," but possessed common-sense enough not to waste his _gas_-conade--ergo, he had the merit not to falsify to ye ancient falsifiers.
The Honorable Mr. Buck"s _manner_ of living not being "seconded" by a corresponding manner of _means_, he very frequently ran things in the ground, got in debt, head and heels. The Honorable Mr. B. had patronized a dealer in Spanish mantles, corduroys and opera vests, to the amount of some two hundred dollars; and, very naturally, ye fabricator of said cloth appurtenances for ye body, got mad towards the last, and threatened "the Western member" with a course of legal sprouts, unless he "showed cause," or came up and squared the yards. As Hon. John Buck had had frequent invitations to pursue such courses, and not being spiritually or personally inclined that way, he let the notice slide.
Shears, the tailor, determined to put the Hon. John through; so he got out a writ of the savagest kind--arson, burglary and false pretence--and a deputy sheriff was soon on the taps to smoke the Western member out of his boots. Upon inquiring at the United States Hotel, where the honorable gentleman had been wont to "put up," they found he had vacated weeks before and gone to Yohe"s Hotel. Thither, the next day, the deputy repaired, but old Mother Yohe--rest her soul!--informed the officer that the honorable gentleman had stepped out one morning, in a hurry like, and forgot to pay a small bill!
John was next traced to the Marshall House, where he had left his mark and cleared for Sanderson"s, where the indefatigable tailor and his terrier of the law, pursued the member, and learned that he had gone to Washington!