CHAPTER LXXXVIII.

He is visited by Pallet--Contracts an Intimacy with a Newmarket

Nobleman, and is by the Knowing Ones taken in.

This affair being settled, and our adventurer, for the present, free of

all female connections, he returned to his former course of fast living

among the bucks of the town, and performed innumerable exploits among

whores, bullies, rooks, constables, and justices of the peace. In

the midst of these occupations, he was one morning visited by his old

fellow-traveller, Pallet, whose appearance gave him equal surprise

and concern. Though the weather was severe, he was clothed in the

thin summer dress which he had worn at Paris, and was now, not only

threadbare, but, in some parts, actually patched; his stockings, by

a repetition of that practice known among economists by the term of

coaxing, hung like pudding-bags about his ankles; his shirt, though new

washed, was of the saffron hue, and, in divers places, appeared through

the crannies of his breeches; he had exchanged his own hair for a

smoke-dried tie-periwig, which all the flour in his dredging-box had

not been able to whiten; his eyes were sunk, his jaws lengthened beyond

their usual extension; and he seemed twenty years older than he

looked when he and our hero parted at Rotterdam. In spite of all these

evidences of decay, he accosted him with a meagre affectation of content

and good-humour, struggled piteously to appear gay and unconcerned,

professed his joy at seeing him in England, excused himself for having

delayed so long to come and present his respects; alleging that, since

his return, he had been a mere slave to the satisfaction of some persons

of quality and taste, who had insisted upon his finishing some pieces

with the utmost expedition.

Peregrine received him with that compassion and complaisance which was

natural to his disposition; inquired about the health of Mrs. Pallet

and his family, and asked if his friend, the doctor, was in town. The

painter seemed to have resumed his resentment against that gentleman, of

whom he spoke in contemptuous terms. “The doctor,” said he, “is so much

overshadowed with presumption and self-conceit, that his merit has no

relief. It does not rise. There is no keeping in the picture, my dear

sir. All the same as if I were to represent the moon under a cloud;

there will be nothing but a deep mass of shade, with a little tiny speck

of light in the middle, which would only serve to make, as it were, the

darkness visible. You understand me. Had he taken my advice, it might

have been better for him; but he is bigoted to his own opinion. You

must know, Mr. Pickle, upon our return to England, I counselled him to

compose a little smart, clever ode upon my Cleopatra. As Gad shall judge

me, I thought it would have been of some service, in helping him out of

obscurity; for you know, as Sir Richard observes,

“Soon will that die, which adds thy fame to mine;

Let me then live, join'd to a work of thine.”

“By the bye, there is a most picturesque contrast in these lines, of thy

and me, living and dying, and thine and mine. Ah! a prize upon it! Dick,

after all, was the man. Ecod! he rounded it off. But, to return to this

unhappy young man, would you believe it, he tossed up his nose at my

friendly proposal, and gabbled something in Greek, which is not worth

repeating. The case was this, my dear sir, he was out of humour at the

neglect of the world. He thought the poets of the age were jealous

of his genius, and strove to crush it accordingly, while the rest

of mankind wanted taste sufficient to discern it. For my own part, I

profess myself one of these; and, as the clown in Billy Shakespeare says

of the courtier's oath, had I sworn by the doctor's genius, that the

pancakes were naught, they might have been for all that very good, yet

shouldn't I have been forsworn. Let that be as it will, he retired from

town in great dudgeon, and set up his rest near a hill in Derbyshire,

with two tops, resembling Parnassus, and a well at the bottom, which he

had christened Hyp-o'-the-Green. Egad! if he stays in that habitation,

'tis my opinion he'll soon grow green with the hip indeed. He'll be glad

of an opportunity to return to the fleshpots of Egypt, and pay his court

to the slighted Queen Cleopatra. Ha! well remembered, by this light!

you shall know, my good sir, that this same Egyptian princess has been

courted by so many gallants of taste, that, as I hope to live, I found

myself in some sort of dilemma, because in parting with her to one, I

should have disobliged all his rivals. Now a man would not choose to

give offence to his friends, at least I lay it down as a maxim to avoid

the smallest appearance of ingratitude. Perhaps I may be in the wrong.

But every man has his way. For this reason, I proposed to all the

candidates, that a lottery or raffle should be set on foot, by which

every individual would have an equal chance for her good graces, and

the prize be left to the decision of fortune. The scheme was mightily

relished, and the terms being such a trifle as half a guinea, the whole

town crowded into my house, in order to subscribe. But there I was their

humble servant. 'Gentlemen, you must have a little patience till my

own particular friends are served.' Among that number, I do myself the

honour to consider Mr. Pickle. Here is a copy of the proposals; and, if

the list should be adorned with his name, I hope, notwithstanding his

merited success among the young ladies, he will for once be shunned by

that little vixen called Miss Fortune! he, he, he!”

So saying, he bowed with a thousand apish congees, and presented his

paper to Peregrine, who, seeing the number of subscribers was limited to

one hundred, said he thought him too moderate in his expectations, as

he did not doubt that his picture would be a cheap purchase at five

hundred, instead of fifty pounds, at which the price was fixed. To this

unexpected remark Pallet answered, that among the connoisseurs he would

not pretend to appraise his picture; but that, in valuing his works, he

was obliged to have an eye to the Gothic ignorance of the age in which

he lived. Our adventurer saw at once into the nature of this raffle,

which was no other than a begging shift to dispose of a paltry piece,

that he could not otherwise have sold for twenty shillings. However, far

from shocking the poor man in distress, by dropping the least hint

of his conjecture, he desired to be favoured with six chances, if the

circumstances of his plan would indulge him so far; and the painter,

after some hesitation, condescended to comply with his request, out of

pure friendship and veneration; though he observed, that, in so doing,

he must exclude some of his most intimate companions. Having received

the money he gave Pickle his address, desiring he would, with his

convenience, visit the princess, who, he was sure, would display her

most engaging attractions, in order to captivate his fancy; and took his

leave extremely well pleased with the success of his application.

Though Peregrine was tempted with the curiosity of seeing this portrait,

which he imagined must contain some analogy to the ridiculous oddity of

the painter, he would not expose himself to the disagreeable alternative

of applauding the performance, contrary to the dictates of conscience

and common sense, or of condemning it, to the unspeakable mortification

of the miserable author; and therefore never dreamt of returning the

painter's visit. Nor did he ever hear of the lottery's being drawn.

About this time he was invited to spend a few weeks at the country seat

of a certain nobleman, with whom he had contracted an acquaintance,

in the course of his debauches, which we have already described. His

lordship being remarkable for his skill and success in horse-racing, his

house was continually filled with the connoisseurs and admirers of that

sport, upon which the whole conversation turned, insomuch that Peregrine

gradually imbibed some knowledge in horse-flesh, and the diversions of

the course; for the whole occupation of the day, exclusive of eating and

drinking, consisted in viewing, managing, and exercising his lordship's

stud.

Our hero looked upon these amusements with an eye of taste as well as

curiosity; he contemplated the animal as a beautiful and elegant part of

the creation, and relished the surprising exertion of its speed with

a refined and classical delight. In a little time he became personally

acquainted with every horse in the stable, and interested himself in the

reputation of each; while he also gratified his appetite for knowledge,

in observing the methods of preparing their bodies, and training them to

the race. His lordship saw and encouraged his eagerness, from which he

promised himself some advantage; he formed several private matches for

his entertainment, and flattered his discernment, by permitting him to

be successful in the first bets he made. Thus was he artfully decoyed

into a spirit of keenness and adventure, and disposed to depend upon his

own judgment, in opposition to that of people who had made horse-racing

the sole study of their lives. He accompanied my lord to Newmarket, and,

entering at once into the genius of the place, was marked as fair game,

by all the knowing ones there assembled, many of whom found means

to take him in, in spite of all the cautions and admonitions of his

lordship, who wanted to reserve him for his own use.

It is almost impossible for any man, let him be never so fearful or

phlegmatic, to be an unconcerned spectator in this busy scene. The demon

of play hovers in the air, like a pestilential vapour, tainting the

minds of all present with infallible infection, which communicates

from one person to another, like the circulation of a general panic.

Peregrine was seized with this epidemic distemper to a violent degree;

and, after having lost a few loose hundreds, in his progress through the

various rookeries of the place, entered into partnership with his noble

friend in a grand match, upon the issue of which he ventured no less

than three thousand pounds. Indeed he would not have risked such a

considerable sum, had not his own confidence been reinforced by the

opinion and concurrence of his lordship, who hazarded an equal bet upon

the same event. These two associates engaged themselves in the penalty

of six thousand pounds, to run one chaise and four against another,

three times round the course; and our adventurer had the satisfaction of

seeing his antagonist distanced in the first and second heat; but, all

of a sudden, one of the horses of his machine was knocked up, by which

accident the victory was ravished almost from his very grasp, and he was

obliged to endure the damage and the scorn.

He was deeply affected with this misfortune, which he imputed to his

own extravagance and temerity; but discovered no external signs of

affliction, because his illustrious partner bore his loss with the most

philosophic resignation, consoling himself, as well as Pickle, with the

hope of making it up on some other occasion. Nevertheless, our young

gentleman could not help admiring, and even envying his equanimity, not

knowing that his lordship had managed matters so as to be a gainer by

the misfortune; which to retrieve, Peregrine purchased several horses,

at the recommendation of his friend; and, instead of returning to

London, made a tour with him to all the celebrated races in England, at

which, after several vicissitudes of fortune, he made shift, before the

end of the season, to treble his loss.

But his hopes seemed to increase with his ill-luck. In the beginning of

winter he came to town, fully persuaded that fortune must necessarily

change, and that next season he should reap the happy fruits of his

experience. In this confidence, he seemed to drown all ideas of prudence

and economy. His former expense was mere parsimony, compared with that

which he now incurred. He subscribed to the opera, and half a dozen

concerts at different parts of the town; was a benefactor to several

hospitals; purchased a collection of valuable pictures; took a house,

and furnished it in a most magnificent taste, laid in a large stock

of French wines, and gave extravagant entertainments to his quality

friends, who, in return, loaded him with compliments, and insisted upon

his making use of their interest and goodwill.

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