RALPH DESCRIBETH A RARE CHARACTER, A NOBLE AND A GOOD MAN--HE GOETH TO
FISH WITHOUT A ROD, AND SUFFERETH MORE THAN FIFTY RODS COULD INFLICT,
AND IS NOT RECONCILED TO THE HONOUR OF THE SUN RIDING HIM A PICK-A-BACK.
It is now my duty, as well as my greatest pleasure, to put on record the
true kindness, the considerate generosity, and the well-directed
munificence of a family, a parallel to which can only be found in our
soil--a superior nowhere. By the heads of this family I was honoured
with particular notice. Perhaps they never gave a thought about my
poetical talent, or the wonderful progress that my master said that I
had made in my classics, and my wooden-legged tutor in my mathematics.
Their kind patronage sprang from higher motives,--from benevolence; they
had heard that I had been forsaken--their own hearts told them that the
sunshine of kindness must be doubly grateful to the neglected, and,
indeed, to me they were very kind.
Perhaps it may be thought that I had a quick eye to the failings and the
ridiculous points of those with whom chance threw me in contact. I am
sure that I was equally susceptible to the elevation of character that
was offered to me in the person of Mr ---, the respected father of the
family of which I have just made mention. As the noble class to which
he belonged, and of which he was the first ornament, are fast
degenerating, I will endeavour to make a feeble portrait of a man, that,
at present, finds but too few imitators, and that could never have found
a superior. He was one of those few merchant princes, who are really,
in all things, princely. Whilst his comprehensive mind directed the
commerce of half a navy, and sustained in competence and happiness
hundreds at home, and thousands abroad, the circle immediately around
him felt all the fostering influence of his well-directed liberality, as
if all the energies of his powerful genius had been concentrated in the
object of making those, only about him, prosperous. He was born for the
good of the many, as much as for the elevation of the individual.
Society had need of him, and it confessed it. When its interests were
invaded by a short-sighted policy, it called upon his name to advocate
its violated rights, and splendidly did he obey the call. He understood
England's power and greatness, for he had assisted in increasing it; he
knew in what consisted her strength, and in that strength he was strong,
and in his own.
As a senator, he was heard in the assembled councils of his nation, and
those who presided over her mighty resources and influenced her
destinies, that involved those of the world, listened to his warning
counsel, were convinced that his words were the dictates of wisdom, and
obeyed. This is neither fiction nor fulsome panegyric. The facts that
I narrate have become part of our history; and I would narrate them more
explicitly, did I not fear to wound the susceptibilities of his still
existing and distinguished family. How well he knew his own station,
and preserved, with the blandest manners, the true dignity of it!
Though renowned in parliament for his eloquence, at the palace for his
patriotic loyalty, and in the city for his immense wealth, in the
blessed circle, that he truly made social, there was a pleasing
simplicity and joyousness of manner, that told at once the fascinated
guest, that though he might earn honours and distinction abroad, it was
at home that he looked for happiness--and, uncommon as such things are
in this repining world--there, I verily believe, he found it. His was a
happy lot: he possessed a lady in his wife, who at once shared his
virtues and adorned them. The glory he won was reflected sweetly upon
her, and she wore with dignity, and enhanced those honours, that his
probity, his talents, and his eloquence had acquired. At the time of
which I am speaking, he was blessed with daughters, that even in their
childhood had made themselves conspicuous by their accomplishments,
amiability of disposition, and gracefulness of manners, and plagued with
sons who were full of wildness, waggishness, and worth.
It is too seldom the case that the person accords with the high
qualification of the mind. Mr --- was a singular and felicitous
exception to this mortifying rule. His deportment was truly dignified,
his frame well-knit and robust, and his features were almost classically
regular. His complexion was florid, and the expression of his
countenance serene, yet highly intelligent. No doubt but that his
features were capable of a vast range of expression; but, as I never saw
them otherwise than beaming with benevolence, or sparkling with wit, I
must refer to Master James, or Master Frank, for the description of the
austerity of his frown, or the awfulness of his rebuke.
This gentleman's two elder sons, at the time to which I allude, had
already made their first step in the world. James was making a tour of
the West Indies, the Continent being closed against him; and Frank had
already begun his harvest of laurels in the navy under a distinguished
officer. The younger sons, my juniors, were my school-fellows. Master
Frank was two or three years my senior, and before he went to sea, not
going to the same school as myself, we got together only during the
vacations; when, notwithstanding my prowess, he would fag me desperately
at cricket, outswim me on the lake and out-cap me at making Latin
verses. However, I consoled myself by saying, "As I grow older all this
superiority will cease." But when he returned, after his first cruise,
glittering in his graceful uniform, my hopes and my ambition sank below
zero. He was already a man, and an officer--I a schoolboy, and nothing
else.
Of course, he had me home to spend the day with him--and a day we had of
it. It was in the middle of summer, and grapes were ripe only in such
well-regulated hothouses as were Mr ---'s. We did not enact the
well-known fable as it is written--the grapes were not _too_ sour--nor
did we repeat the fox's ill-natured and sarcastic observation, "That
they were only fit for blackguards." We found them very good for
gentlemen--though, I fear, Mr ---'s dessert some time after owed more
to Pomona than to Bacchus for its embellishments. And the fine
mulberry-tree on the lawn--we were told that it must be shaken, and we
shook it: if it still exist, I'll answer for it, it has never been so
shaken since.
The next day we went fishing. Though our bodies were not yet fully
grown, we were persons of enlarged ideas; and to suppose that we, two
mercurial spirits, could sit like a couple of noodles, each with a long
stick in our hands, waiting for the fish to pay us a visit, was the
height of absurdity. No, we were rather too polite for that; and as it
was we, and not the gentlemen of the finny tribe that sought
acquaintance, we felt it our duty as gentlemen to visit them. We
carried our politeness still further, and showed our good breeding in
endeavouring to accommodate ourselves to the tastes and habits of those
we were about to visit. "Do at Rome as the Romans do," is the essence
of all politeness. As our friends were accustomed to be _in
naturalibus--vulgice_, stark naked, we adopted their Adamite fashion,
and, undressing, in we plunged. Our success was greater with the finny,
than was that of any exquisite with the fair tribe. We captivated and
captured pailfuls. We drove our entertainers into the narrow creeks in
shoals, and then with a net extended between us, we had the happiness of
introducing them into the upper air. The sport was so good, that we
were induced to continue it for some hours; but whilst we were preparing
for a multitudinous fry, the sun was actually all the while enjoying a
most extensive broil. Our backs, and mine especially, became one
continuous blister. Whilst in the water, and in the pursuit, I did not
regard it--indeed, we were able to carry home the trophies of our
success--and then--I hastened to bed. My back was fairly peeled and
repeeled. I performed involuntarily Mr Saint John's curative process
to a miracle. No wonder that I've been ever since free from all, even
the slightest symptoms of pulmonary indisposition. However, my
excruciating torments gained me two things--experience, and a new skin.
When I had fresh skinned myself--and it took me more than a week to do
it--I found that my fellow-labourer had flown. I heard that he had
suffered almost as severely as myself, but, as he looked upon himself as
no vulgar hero, he was too manly to complain, and next Sunday he
actually went to church, whilst I lay in bed smarting with pain--yet I
strongly suspect that a new sword, that he had that day to hang by his
side, made him regardless to the misery of his back.
That Sunday fortnight I dined with Mr ---, and, of course, he did me
the honour to converse upon our fishing exploit, and its painful
consequences.
"So, Master Rattlin," said the worthy gentleman, "you think that you and
Frank proved yourselves excellent sportsmen?"
"Yes, sir," said I; "I will answer for the sports, if you will only be
pleased to answer for the men."
"Well said, my little man!" said Mrs --- to me, smiling kindly.
"You see, sir, with all submission, I've gained the verdict of the lady;
and that's a great deal."
"But I think you lost your hide. Was your back very sore?" said my
host, encouragingly.
"O dear--very sore indeed, sir! Mrs Cherfeuil said that it looked
quite like a newly-cut steak."
"O it did, did it? but Frank's was not much better," said the senator,
turning to his lady.
"Indeed it was not," said she, compassionately.
"Very well," said Mr ---, very quietly, "I'll tell you this, Master
Rattlin, sportsmen as you think yourselves, you and Frank, after all,
whatever you both were when you went into the lake, you turned out two
_Johnny Raws_."
"Why, Master Rattlin," said the lady, "Mr --- uses you worse than the
sun--that did but scorch--but he roasts you."
"No wonder, madam, as he considers me _raw_," replied I.