CHAPTER VI.--PUSHING MY FORTUNE.

Oh, love, love, lassie,

Love is like a dizziness,

It winna let a puir bodie

Gang about their business.

JAMES HOGG.

The days of the years of my prenticeship having glided cannily over on

the working-board of my respected maister, James Hosey, where I sat

sewing cross-legged like a busy bee, in the true spirit of industrious

contentment, I found myself, at the end of the seven year, so well

instructed in the tailoring trade, to which I had paid a near-sighted

attention, that, without more ado, I girt myself round about with a proud

determination of at once cutting my mother's apron string, and venturing

to go without a hold. Thinks I to myself, "faint heart never won fair

lady;" so, taking my stick in my hand, I set out towards Edinburgh, as

brave as a Highlander, in search of a journeyman's place. When I think

how many have been out of bread, month after month, making vain

application at the house of call, I may set it down to an especial

Providence, that I found a place, on the very first day, to my heart's

content, in by at the Grassmarket, where I stayed for the space of six

calendar months.

Had it not been from a real sense of the duty I owed to my future

employers, whomsoever they might be, in making myself a first-rate hand

in the cutting, shaping, and sewing line, I would not have found courage

in my breast to have helped me out through such a long and dreary time.

The change from our own town, where every face was friendly, and where I

could ken every man I saw, by the cut of his coat, at half a mile's

distance, to the bum and bustle of the High Street, the tremendous

cannons of the Castle, packed full of soldiers ready for war, and the

filthy, ill-smelling abominations of the Cowgate, where I put up, was

almost more than could be tholed by man of woman born. My lodging was up

six pair of stairs, in a room of Widow Randie's, which I rented for half-

a-crown a-week, coals included; and many a time, after putting out my

candle, before stepping into my bed, I used to look out at the window,

where I could see thousands and thousands of lamps, spreading for miles

adown streets and through squares, where I did not know a living soul;

and dreeing the awful and insignificant sense of being a lonely stranger

in a foreign land. Then would the memory of past days return to me; yet

I had the same trust in Heaven as I had before, seeing that they were the

dividual stars above my head which I used to glour up at in wonder at

Dalkeith--pleasant Dalkeith! ay, how different, with its bonny river Esk,

its gardens full of gooseberry bushes and pear-trees, its grass parks

spotted with sheep, and its grand green woods, from the bullying

blackguards, the comfortless reek, and the nasty gutters of the

Netherbow.

To those, nevertheless, that take the world as they find it, there are

pleasures in all situations; nor was mine, bad though I allow it to be,

entirely destitute of them; for our work-room being at the top of the

stairs, and the light of heaven coming down through skylights, three in

number, we could, by putting out our heads, have a vizzy of the grand

ancient building of George Heriot's Hospital, with the crowds of young

laddies playing through the grass parks, with their bit brown coaties,

and shining leather caps, like a wheen puddocks; and all the sweet

country out by Barrowmuirhead, and thereaway; together with the

Corstorphine Hills--and the Braid Hills--and the Pentland Hills--and all

the rest of the hills, covered here and there with tufts of blooming

whins, as yellow as the beaten gold--spotted round about their bottoms

with green trees, and growing corn, but with tops as bare as a

gaberlunzie's coat--kepping the rowling clouds on their awful shoulders

on cold and misty days; and freckled over with the flowers of the purple

heather, on which the shy moorfowl take a delight to fatten and fill

their craps, through the cosey months of the blythe summer time.

Let nobody take it amiss, yet I must bear witness to the truth, though

the devil should have me. My heart was sea-sick of Edinburgh folk and

town manners, for the which I had no stomach. I could form no friendly

acquaintanceship with a living soul; so I abode by myself, like St John

in the Isle of Patmos, on spare allowance, making a sheep-head serve me

for three days' kitchen. I longed like a sailor that has been far at

sea, and wasted and weatherbeaten, to see once more my native home; and,

bundling up, flee from the noisy stramash to the loun dykeside of

domestic privacy. Every thing around me seemed to smell of sin and

pollution, like the garments of the Egyptians with the ten plagues; and

often, after I took off my clothes to lie down in my bed, when the

watchmen that guarded us through the night in blue dreadnoughts with red

necks, and battons, and horn-bouets, from thieves, murderers, and

pickpockets, were bawling, "Half-past ten o'clock," did I commune with my

own heart, and think within myself, that I would rather be a sober, poor,

honest man in the country, able to clear my day and way by the help of

Providence, than the Provost himself, my lord though he be, or even the

Mayor of London, with his velvet gown trailing for yards in the glaur

behind him--do what he likes to keep it up; or riding about the

streets--as Joey Smith the Yorkshire jockey, to whom I made a hunting-

cap, told me--in a coach made of clear crystal, and wheels of the beaten

gold.

It was an awful business; dog on it, I ay wonder yet how I got through

with it. There was no rest for soul or body, by night or day, with

police-officers crying, "One o'clock, an' a frosty morning," knocking

Eirishmen's teeth down their throats with their battons, hauling limmers

by the lug and horn into the lock-up-house, or over by to Bridewell,

where they were set to beat hemp for a small wage, and got their heads

shaved; with carters bawling, "Ye yo, yellow sand, yellow sand," with

mouths as wide as a barn-door, and voices that made the drums of your

ears dirl, and ring again like mad; with fishwives from Newhaven,

Cockenzie, and Fisherrow, skirling, "Roug-a-rug, warstling herring," as

if every one was trying to drown out her neighbour, till the very

landladies, at the top of the seventeen story houses, could hear, if they

liked to be fashed, and might come down at their leisure to buy them at

three for a penny; men from Barnton, and thereaway on the Queensferry

Road, halloing "Sour douk, sour douk;" tinklers skirmishing the edges of

brown plates they were trying to make the old wives buy--and what not. To

me it was a real hell upon earth.

Never let us repine, howsomever, but consider that all is ordered for the

best. The sons of the patriarch Jacob found out their brother Joseph in

a foreign land, and where they least expected it; so it was here--even

here, where my heart was sickening unto death, from my daily and nightly

thoughts being as bitter as gall--that I fell in with the greatest

blessing of my life, Nanse Cromie!

In the flat below our workshop lived Mrs Whitteraick, the wife of Mr

Whitteraick, a dealer in hens and hams in the poultry market, that had

been fallen in with, when her gudeman was riding out on his bit sheltie

in the Lauder direction, bargaining with the farmers for their ducks,

chickens, gaislings, geese, turkey-pouts, howtowdies, guinea-hens, and

other barn-door fowls; and, among his other calls, having happened to

make a transaction with her father, anent some Anchovy-ducks, he, by a

warm invitation, was kindly pressed to remain for the night.

The upshot of the business was, that, on mounting his pony to make the

best of his way home, next morning after breakfast, Maister Whitteraick

found he was shot through the heart with a stound of love; and that,

unless a suitable remedy could be got, there was no hope for him on this

side of time, let alone blowing out his brains, or standing before the

minister. Right it was in him to run the risk of deciding on the last;

and so well did he play his game, that, in two months from that date,

after sending sundry presents on his part to the family, of smeaked hams

and salt tongues--acknowledged on theirs, by return of carrier, in the

shape of sucking pigs, jargonelle pears, skim-milk cheeses, and such

like--matters were soldered; and Miss Jeanie Learig, made into Mrs

Whitteraick by the blessing of Dr Blether, rode away into Edinburgh in a

post-chaise, with a brown and a black horse, one blind, and the other

lame, seated cheek-by-jowl with her loving spouse, who, doubtless, was

busked out in his best, with a Manchester superfine blue coat, and double

gilt buttons, a waterproof hat, silk stockings, with open-steek gushats,

and bright yellow shamoy gloves.

A stranger among strangers, and not knowing how she might thole the

company and conversation of town-life, Mrs Whitteraick that was to be,

hired a bit wench of a lassie from the neighbourhood, that was to follow

her, come the term. And who think ye should this lassie be, but Nanse

Cromie--afterwards, in the course of a kind Providence, the honoured wife

of my bosom, and the mother of bonny Benjie.

In going up and down the stairs--it being a common entry, ye observe--me

maybe going down with my everyday hat on to my dinner, and she coming up,

carrying a stoup of water, or half-a-pound of pouthered butter on a

plate, with a piece paper thrown over it--we frequently met half-way, and

had to stand still to let one another pass. Nothing came out of these

fore-gatherings, howsomever, for a month or two, she being as shy and

modest as she was bonny, with her clean demity short-gown, and snow-white

morning mutch, to say nothing of her cherry mouth, and her glancing eyes;

and me unco douffie in making up to strangers. We could not help,

nevertheless, to take aye a stolen look of each other in passing; and I

was a gone man, bewitched out of my seven senses, falling from my

clothes, losing my stomach, and over the lugs in love, three weeks and

some odd days before ever a single syllable passed between us.

Gude kens how long this Quaker-meeting-like silence would have continued,

had we not chanced to foregather one gloaming; and I, having gotten a

dram from one of our customers with a hump-back, at the Crosscausey,

whose fashionable new coat I had been out fitting on, found myself as

brave as a Bengal tiger, and said to her, "This is a fine day, I say, my

dear Nancy."

The ice being once broken, every thing went on as smoothly as ye like;

so, in the long run, we went like lightning from two-handed cracks on the

stair-head, to stown walks, after work-hours, out by the West Port, and

thereaway.

If ever a man loved, and loved like mad, it was me, Mansie Wauch--and I

take no shame in the confession; but, knowing it all in the course of

nature, declare it openly and courageously in the face of the wide world.

Let them laugh who like; honest folk, I pity them; such know not the

pleasures of virtuous affection. It is not in corrupted, sinful hearts

that the fire of true love can ever burn clear. Alas, and ohon orie!

they lose the sweetest, completest, dearest, truest pleasure that this

world has in store for its children. They know not the bliss to meet,

that makes the embrace of separation bitter. They never dreamed the

dreams that make wakening to the morning light unpleasant. They never

felt the raptures that can dirl like darts through a man's soul from a

woman's eye. They never tasted the honey that dwells on a woman's lip,

sweeter than yellow marygolds to the bee; or fretted under the fever of

bliss that glows through the frame in pressing the hand of a suddenly

met, and fluttering sweetheart. But tuts-tuts--hech-how! my day has long

since passed; and this is stuff to drop from the lips of an auld fool.

Nevertheless, forgive me, friends: I cannot help all-powerful nature.

Nanse's taste being like my own, we amused one another in abusing great

cities, which are all chokeful of the abominations of the Scarlet Woman;

and it is curious how soon I learned to be up to trap--I mean in an

honest way; for, when she said she was wearying the very heart out of her

to be home again to Lauder, which she said was her native, and the true

land of Goshen, I spoke back to her by way of answer--"Nancy, my dear,

believe me that the real land of Goshen is out at Dalkeith; and if ye'll

take up with me, and enter into a way of doing, I daursay in a while

ye'll come to think so too."

What will ye say there? Matters were by-and-bye settled full tosh

between us; and, though the means of both parties were small, we were

young, and able and willing to help one another. Nanse, out of her

wages, had hained a trifle; and I had safe lodged under lock-and-key in

the Bank of Scotland, against the time of my setting up, the siller which

was got by selling the bit house of granfaither's, on the death of my

ever-to-be-lamented mother, who survived her helpmate only six months,

leaving me an orphan lad in a wicked world, obliged to fend, forage, and

look out for myself.

Taking matters into account, therefore, and considering that it is not

good for man to be alone, Nanse and me laid our heads together towards

the taking a bit house in the fore-street of Dalkeith; and at our leisure

kept a look-out about buying the plenishing--the expense of which, for

different littles and littles, amounted to more than we expected; yet, to

our hearts' content, we made some most famous second-hand bargains of

sprechery, amongst the old-furniture warehousemen of the Cowgate. I

might put down here the prices of the room-grate, the bachelor's oven,

the cheese-toaster, and the warming-pan especially, which, though it had

a wheen holes in it, kept a fine polish; but, somehow or other, have lost

the receipt, and cannot make true affidavy.

Certain it is, whatever cadgers may say to the contrary, that the back is

aye made for the burden; and, were all to use the means, and be

industrious, many, that wyte bad harvests, and worse times, would have,

like the miller in the auld sang, "A penny in the purse for dinner and

for supper," or better to finish the verse, "Gin ye please a guid fat

cheese, and lumps of yellow butter."

For two three days, I must confess, after Maister Wiggie had gone through

the ceremony of tying us together, and Nanse and me found ourselves in

the comfortable situation of man and wife, I was a wee dowie and

desponding, thinking that we were to have a numerous small family, and

where trade was to come from; but no sooner was my sign nailed up, with,

four iron hold-fasts, by Johnny Hammer, painted in black letters on a

blue ground, with a picture of a jacket on one side, and a pair of shears

on the other,--and my shop-door opened to the public, with a wheen ready-

made waistcoats, gallowses, leather-caps and Kilmarnock cowls, hung up at

the window, than business flowed in upon us in a perfect torrent. First

one came in for his measure, and then another. A wife came in for a pair

of red worsted boots for her bairn, but would not take them for they had

not blue fringes. A bareheaded lassie, hoping to be handsel, threw down

twopence, and asked tape at three yards for a halfpenny. The minister

sent an old black coat beneath his maid's arm, pinned up in a towl, to

get docked in the tails down into a jacket; which I trust I did to his

entire satisfaction, making it fit to a hair. The Duke's butler himself

patronized me, by sending me a coat which was all hair-powder and pomate,

to get a new neck put to it. And James Batter, aye a staunch friend of

the family, dispatched a barefoot cripple lassie down the close to me,

with a brown paper parcel, tied with skinie, and having a memorandum

letter sewed on the top of it, and wafered with a wafer. It ran as

follows; "Maister Batter has sent down, per the bearer, with his

compliments to Mr Wauch, a cuttikin of corduroy, deficient in the instep,

which please let out, as required. Maister Wauch will also please be so

good as observe, that three of the buttons have sprung the thorls, which

he will be obliged to him to replace, at his earliest convenience. Please

send me a message what that may be; and have the account made out,

article for article, and duly discharged, that I may send down the bearer

with the change; and to bring me back the cuttikin and the account, to

save time and trouble. I am, dear sir, your most obedient friend, and

ever most sincerely,

"JAMES BATTER."

No wonder than we attracted customers, for our sign was the prettiest ye

ever saw, though the jacket was not just so neatly painted, as for some

sand-blind creatures not to take it for a goose. I daresay there were

fifty half-naked bairns glowring their eyes out of their heads at it,

from morning till night; and, after they all were gone to their beds,

both Nanse and me found ourselves so proud of our new situation in life,

that we slipped out in the dark by ourselves, and had a prime look at it

with a lantern.

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