III.--THE MAN WHO WOULD GET ON.

"I dreamed," said the Scotch Professor, "that I was struggling for

dear life with a monstrous reptile, whose scaly coils wound about my

body, while the extremity of his own was lost in the distance. At last

I managed to shake myself free, and setting my foot on his neck, I

was preparing to cut his throat, when the animal looked up at me with

an appealing expression, and said, 'At least you might give me a

testimonial!'"

This professional nightmare (for the labours of a Scotch instructor

consist, to a great extent, in writing testimonials, or in evading

requests for them), suggested to one of his audience the history of

SAUNDERS MCGREGOR, the Man who would Get on. In boyhood, SAUNDERS

obtained an exhibition, or bursary, to the University of St. Mungo's.

This success implied no high degree of scholarship, for the benefice

was only open to persons of the surname of MCGREGOR, and the

Christian-name of SAUNDERS. The provident parents of our hero, having

accidentally become aware of this circumstance, had their offspring

christened SAUNDERS, and thus secured, from the very first, an opening

for the young man.

[Illustration]

At St. Mungo's, SAUNDERS was mainly notable for a generous view of

life, which enabled him to look on the goods of others as practically

common among Christians. A pipe of his own he somehow possessed,

but tobacco and lights he invariably borrowed, also golf-balls,

postage-stamps, railway fares, books, caps, gowns, and similar

trifles; while his nature was so social, that he invariably dropped in

to supper with one or other of his companions. The accident of being

left alone for a few moments in the study of our Examiner, where

SAUNDERS deftly possessed himself of a set of examination-papers,

enabled him to take his degree with an ease and brilliance which very

considerably astonished his instructors. By adroitly using his good

fortune, SAUNDERS accumulated a pile of most egregious testimonials,

and these he regarded as the mainspring of success in life. He had

early discovered in himself a singular capacity for drawing salaries,

and as he had unbounded conceit and unqualified ignorance, he

conceived himself to be fit for any post in life to which a salary is

attached. He had also really great gifts as a _crampon_, or hanger-on,

and neglected no opportunity, while he made many, of securing useful

acquaintances. Thus it was the custom of his college to elect,

at stated periods, a man of eminence as Rector. SAUNDERS at once

constituted himself secretary of a committee, and, without consulting

his associates, wrote invitations to eminent politicians, poets,

painters, actors, editors, clergymen, and other people much in the

public eye. In these effusions he poured forth the innocent enthusiasm

of his heart, expressing an admiration which might seem excessive to

all but its objects. They, with the guilelessness of mature age and

conscious merit, were touched by SAUNDERS'S expressions of esteem,

which they set down to hero-worship, and a fervent study of Mr.

CARLYLE'S works. Only one of the persons addressed, unluckily,

could be elected; but SAUNDERS added their responses to his pile

of testimonials, and frequently gave them good epistolary reason to

remember his existence and his devotion.

His earliest object was to become secretary to somebody or something,

the Prime Minister, the Minister for Foreign Affairs, the Society

for the Protection of Aborigines, or Ancient Monuments, or even as

Secretary to the Carlton Club, SAUNDERS felt he could do his talents

justice in any of these positions. If anything was to be had, SAUNDERS

was the boy to ask for it; nay more, to ask other people to ask.

Private Secretaryships to Ministers, or societies, or great Clubs,

are not invariably given to the first applicant who comes along, even

if he appeals to testimonials in the Junior Mathematical Class from

Professor MCGLASHAN of St. Mungo's. But SAUNDERS was not daunted. He

would write to one notable, informing him that his grandmother had

been at a parish school with the notable's great uncle--on which

ground of acquaintanceship he would ask that the notable should

at once get him a post as Secretary of a Geological Society, or as

Inspector of Manufactories, or of Salmon Fisheries, or to a Commission

on the Trade of Knife-grinding.

Another notable he would tell that he had once been pointed out

to him in a railway station, therefore he was emboldened to ask

his correspondent to ask his Publisher, to get at the Editor of

the _Times_, and recommend him, SAUNDERS, as Musical Critic,

or Sub-editor, or Society Reporter. Nor did SAUNDERS neglect

Professorships, and vacant Chairs. His testimonials went in for all

of them. He was equally ready and qualified to be Professor of Greek,

Metaphysics, Etruscan, Chemistry, or the Use of the Globes, while

Biblical criticism and Natural Religion, prompted his wildest

yearnings. Though ignorant of foreign languages, he was prepared to

be a correspondent anywhere, and though he was purely unlearned in all

matters, he proposed to edit Dictionaries and Encyclopædias, of course

with the assistance of a large and competent staff. His proofs of

capacity for a series of occupations that would have staggered a

CRICHTON, was always attested by his old College testimonials, for

SAUNDERS was of opinion that the courteous _obiter dictum_ of a

Professor was an Open Sesame to all the golden gates of the world.

Meanwhile, he supported existence by teaching the elements of the

classic languages, with which he had the most distant acquaintance, to

little boys, at a Day School. But one of these pupils came home, one

afternoon, in tears, having been beaten on the palms of the hands

with a leathern strap, in addition to the task of writing out the

verb [Greek: tuptô]. This punishment was inflicted because, in

accordance with SAUNDERS'S instructions, he had represented the

Cyclops of Euripides as "sweeping the stars with a rake." The

original words of the Athenian poet do not bear this remarkable

construction, so SAUNDERS was dismissed from the only work which he

had ever made even a pretence of doing. He has not the energy, nor

the lungs necessary for the profession of an agitator; he has not

the grammar required in a penny-a-liner, he cannot cut hair, and his

manners unfit him for the occupation of a shop-assistant, so that

little is left open to SAUNDERS but the industry of the Blackmailer.

The office of Secretary to a Missionary in a Leper settlement, on an

island of Tierra Del Fuego, is, however, vacant; and, if the many

important personages with whom SAUNDERS has corresponded will only

make a united effort, it is possible that the Man who would Get

on may at last be got off, and relieve society from the burden of

his solicitations. May the comparative failure in life of SAUNDERS

MCGREGOR act as a warning to those who think that they shall be

heard, by men, for their much asking!

P.S.--This does not apply to women. We have just been informed that

Mr. SAUNDERS MCGREGOR, M.A., is about to lead to the altar the only

and orphan daughter of the late ALISTER MCFUNGUS, Esq., of Castle

Fungus, Dreepdaily, N.B., the eminent introducer of remarkably

improved processes in the manufacture of Heel-ball.

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"ONE DOWN, T'OTHER COME ON!"--Mr. HORACE SEDGER has a _Prima Donna_

supply always on tap. After two of them have retired from the

principal part in _Incognita_, the lively Miss AIDA JENOURE--("'Aid

'em JENOURE,' she ought to be called," quoth Mr. WAGGSTAFF)--comes to

the rescue, and "on we goes again" with an excellent _danseuse_, too,

thoroughly in earnest, as her name implies, which sounds like Miss

Sin-cere and is written Miss ST. CYR.

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[Illustration: THE FIGHT FOR THE STANDARD.]

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[Illustration: A MERE DETAIL.

_Friend of the Family._ "WEEL, MRS. M'GLASGIE, AND HOW'S YOUR DAUGHTER

DOIN', THE ONE THAT WAS MARRIED A WHILE AGO?"

_Mrs. M'Glasgie._ "OH, VARRA WEEL, THANK YE, MR. BROWN, VARRA WEEL,

INDEED! SHE CANNA ABIDE HER MAN. BUT THEN, YE KEN, THERE'S AYE A

SOMETHING!!"]

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