Somewhat lower down, at a hard where boats could be pulled up, my

brother and I wandered one afternoon with a view of going off to one

of the ships in ordinary. We waited for a long time hoping to see a

waterman, but as no one appeared we took French leave and rowed away in

a flat-bottomed boat which had previously been pulled up high and dry.

It happened to blow a strong westerly wind, but, boy-like, we took

little heed of this until we got well out into the middle of the

Medway. Then we discovered our mistake, as the wind and tide were

setting one way; we missed the ship, and were swept down the river in

the direction of Long Reach. All the efforts we made to pull were of no

avail, but it so happened that our course was towards the guard-ship

“Prince Regent.” We managed to row as nearly as possible in this

direction with a view of obtaining assistance, but the waves were very

rough, and had it not been for a seaman who hailed us out of the port

bow we should have been carried away to Sheerness, and perhaps to sea.

This worthy, perceiving that we had no control over the boat, sung out

lustily, “Pull in shore, my lads,” a piece of advice which we were just

enabled to put in practice; by so doing, we crossed the river, and,

although we were taken a long way on the weather side, yet here we

were less exposed to the wind and tide. My brother then took off his

clothes, and pushed the boat up by the stern. It was a long and tedious

undertaking, but we got back safely and deposited the boat as we found

it, without complaint or even detection.

In the year 1832, my father was taken seriously ill with a pulmonary

complaint, brought on by injuries he received in boarding a Spanish

line-of-battle ship. Several of his ribs were broken in this action,

and he was never able to go to sea again, as it brought on spitting of

blood. In the month of June he breathed his last, and as my mother was

an invalid, and the neighbourhood was not considered to suit her case,

we soon left the seaport and moved to Eltham, which was not far distant

from Woolwich, where my eldest brother was previously stationed in a

frigate. A school was selected for myself and second brother in the

vicinity of Woolwich Common, where young gentlemen, as at Chatham, were

prepared for the Military College.

During our stay at Eltham, I frequently used to spy balloons in the

air, as they came from some of the Metropolitan gardens. Often have I

watched them career along with a degree of interest which fast gained

upon me, so that nothing would do, but I must go up to London and see,

if possible, Mr. Green.

I was walking out one evening, when an object emerged from the clouds,

which was rapidly descending. I perceived the grapnel at the end of a

rope, and knew all about it in a moment.

Here was a chance of witnessing a descent. My heart leaped with joy,

and I stood still until I made out the balloon’s course.

That being settled, I struck out like a hunter over hedges and ditches,

and came up at the death before the gas had been exhausted.

It was Mr. Green’s balloon! The aëronaut was very busy, and, as I

thought, rather ill tempered with the people for not standing back as

he ordered them.

In my anxiety to get a close view, I first came in contact with the

celebrated aërial voyager. I was pushing my way to the front ranks,

and was looking at the valve, when I was admonished for my pains, and

informed that I had better go to Greenwich Hospital. This advice raised

a laugh, though I was at a loss to understand the reason, until my

personal appearance became the subject of observation; then I perceived

the force of Mr. Green’s remark.

It appeared that my face was covered with scratches and blood. I had

unflinchingly taken the shortest route, and, in my excitement, had

bounded through every obstacle that came in my way, even hedges and

ditches, so that, without knowing it, I was the veriest object among

the crowd, my clothes being bedaubed and torn; whilst my hands and face

were scored terribly.

The ardent desire to have a close view of a balloon having been

gratified, I now determined to watch the newspapers for the next

ascent, and to be present at the inflation; but as aërial voyages

were not quite so frequent about this time as they became a few years

later, I had to wait some months; and as a change had taken place in

my scholastic movements, I was not exactly master of my time, having

become a parlour boarder at a fresh school, viz., at Northampton House,

Camberwell.

It seemed a very long while before I heard anything in reference to

an intended ascent. At last a placard caught my eye as I was out

exercising with my schoolfellows.

Mr. Green was going up from the Surrey Zoological Gardens, and as our

playground was not more than a mile distant in a straight line, I

expected to get a tolerable view, especially as there were some stately

elms in our grounds, which I was bent upon mounting.

Long before there was any chance of catching sight of the balloon,

I had climbed up the highest tree by way of reconnoitering. The

boys generally manifested great interest in the affair; but my zeal

was acknowledged to be in advance of the rest, and I was considered

an authority on the matter, and looked up to as one who could give

information of the proceedings.

Twice had I perched myself on a lofty branch before I could announce

anything satisfactory; at last I perceived the top of the balloon and

communicated afterwards that it was filling out and getting higher, so

that there was a general look-out, and when I signified that she was

off, a cheer arose greeting the information, and there was a cry of

“bravo Harry,” as if _I_ had committed myself to the realms of space

instead of to the tree top as a mere look-out. Not many days passed

before the faculty of imitation was brought into play, so far as we

could manage it, in the hour allotted to recreation.

As to a balloon, we could not improvise one of any magnitude, but

I bethought me that a car might be manufactured, and that we could

attach this to a strong branch of an elm, and swing off as if we were

emulating Mr. Green. A wooden construction was forthwith knocked up,

and cords attached to take an equal bearing, and then a good thick

rope was fastened to the whole and made fast to an elastic arm of the

chosen tree; a second cord was fixed to the body of the tree by which

the car was drawn in and secured. I then took my seat and invited a

passenger to accompany me; it wasn’t every lad who cared about the

venture, but I found a companion and let go the side rope. We swung

out to a considerable distance, and fancied ourselves aëronauts; but

the sport was cut short by the head master who would not sanction that

particular kind of ballooning, as he considered it more perilous to

life and limb even than a more extended flight in _nubibus_.

On the following Whit Monday I ascertained that Mr. Green was to make

another ascent from the Surrey Gardens, and I obtained permission to

devote that day to aëronautics. On my arrival in the morning I found

that I was the first visitor, and that the gate had not been thrown

open. When I had hung about and paraded up and down for more than an

hour the gate-keeper took pity on me, and I was allowed to enter; not

of course without paying. I found my way to the spot selected for

filling, but no gas had gone in as yet, in fact Mr. Green and some

other men were laying the balloon out, which suited me admirably, as I

wished, beyond all things, to see the process from its commencement.

I was wondering whether the aëronaut would recognise me as the boy with

a scratched face who made himself conspicuous at his former descent.

The aëronaut, however, was intent upon his business and anxious to

proceed with it, as I inferred from repeated references to an enormous

silver watch.

Presently a workman presented himself with a large iron key to the

gas valve, and this man, although a rough lazy-looking fellow, was

pronounced by Mr. Green to be the most welcome visitor he had seen yet,

by which I took it that he meant no offence to me, but that he was the

individual who could render him the most important service. Shortly

after the man with the key disappeared, the silk began to rise, and the

aëronaut was all astir in allowing gas to flow towards the valve, and

to expand the top part first.

I had a good opportunity of noticing every movement that was made, and

in my eagerness to gather information I followed Mr. Green about, and

almost fancied that he looked upon me as if I were too officious. I

would fain have spoken to him, but there was a peculiar curl about his

lips which conveyed the idea that I had better mind my own affairs, and

leave him to himself. Still there was something strongly characteristic

about his bearing I thought, he was very precise and skilful in his

manipulations, and looked to me like a man who engaged in his vocation

from motives of scientific interest, rather than from those of vanity.

I felt rather glad when the public began to assemble, especially on

the arrival of some of Mr. Green’s friends, as I heard the passing

conversation, and got some information in that way.

“Well Mr. Green,” said one gentleman, “who is going up to-day”?

“You are Sir, if you think proper, your twenty pounds is just as good

as another’s.”

This interrogator confined himself to the one question, only he

seemed quite satisfied. For my part I received a wet blanket to all my

youthful aspirations. If that is the fee I thought, it will be many a

day and year before I can think of ascending.

Although there was a splendid collection of animals to be seen, and

many other things besides, yet I never left the balloon until it was

filled and away. I question whether, among the young people assembled,

there was a more attentive visitor than myself. The only drawback

to the great pleasure I derived in seeing a balloon filled, was the

appearance and manners of those connected with the undertaking.

I had read of Pilatre de Rosier, a man of high attainments, of

Gay-Lussac, the eminent French chemist, and of Lunardi, the Secretary

of the Neapolitan Ambassador; and I thought that the aërial party I

had seen fell short of my expectations in more respects than one; but

if the standard by which I ought to have judged was competency and

professional aptitude, then I felt that credit for all that kind of

thing was eminently due to the Greens.

Some time before my visit to the Surrey Gardens I had been amusing

myself in making boats and in fitting them up for a miniature race in a

large fish pond.

All my carpenter’s tools and ship-building knowledge were now

thrown aside for Montgolfiers and air balloons. I could hold forth

on aërostation and illustrate the principles of that science with

tolerable proficiency by the time I was fifteen years of age. But I was

devoting too much time to this kind of work, that is, if the opinions

of my well wishers and friends were correct.

My elder brother, who was a wise and good man, thought it high time

that more serious tastes appertaining to a profession should take the

place of mere airy nothings, which appeared to absorb so much of my

attention. It was pointed out, that as our prospects in life had been

changed through certain property having passed into other hands, and

as our interest, owing to the death of my father, was less likely than

formerly to get myself and second brother into the navy and army, we

should prepare ourselves, if need be, for commercial engagements, which

would, perhaps, prove more advantageous and profitable than the kind

of occupation we had been led to expect that we should ultimately be

engaged in.

Although my eldest brother was a naval officer, yet he was of a

philosophical and religious turn of mind, and his actions added such

weight to his convictions, that he may be said to have been our second

father in all kinds of excellent advice. It was not that he evinced

the slightest indifference to any branch of science, on the contrary,

he frequently used to converse with me about balloons, and was, to a

certain extent, pleased that I had possessed myself of some information

on the subject; but he laid stress upon the folly of one in my position

thinking very much of such things, and I must needs own that his

arguments had their temporary influence, and subdued for a while a

passion which was seen to be growing by none more than those who were

near and dear to me.

It was the year 1835, when I had shot up a few inches and had changed

a blue jacket for a black tail coat, that the reality of life, and

the importance of doing something, came pretty strong upon my mind.

My brother John had already been despatched to a counting-house in

Amsterdam, he had finally given up all hope of going to sea, and

knew there was very little chance for me as regards the Army. Family

affairs, and what is called destiny, seemed to be dead set against our

serving our country, although no two boys ever longed to do so more

than ourselves.

My eldest brother, too, had left the service, not on account of natural

distaste to it, for no officer was ever more zealous, but, owing to

religious scruples, he had resigned his commission just as he had

completed a course of study on board the “Excellent.”

These slight references to domestic matters being essential, and indeed

inseparable from my own life, I mention them--though with all possible

brevity.

The tail coat and other indications of becoming a young man, did not

produce a positive and settled belief in any special line of life for

which I considered myself suited. I was by no means quick in forming an

opinion myself. One of my sisters--I had two at that time--used to say

I should make a good clergyman. Perhaps I might have done so, many a

youth mistakes his calling; but the truth is that I hardly knew what to

turn to.

In the meantime I used to indulge, oftentimes clandestinely, in my

favourite pastime by visiting the public gardens of London; I should

state by-the-bye, only to see what was going on in the aëronautic way.

During the following year something remarkable, in that line, had

engaged public attention. It was the building of a very large balloon,

at Vauxhall Gardens, by Messrs. Gye and Hughes, under the personal

superintendence, and according to the plans of Mr. Green. This was

something new and absorbing, that diverted my fancy from other affairs,

and set me reading the papers and talking about the matter, until I

became a perfect bore to my associates. I soon learnt full particulars,

including the number of yards of silk to be employed, its texture

and quality, the cubic contents of the balloon, and how many people

it would raise, &c., &c., all of which induced me to believe that

everybody was as interested in the affair as myself.

I prattled and enquired, until it occurred to the home minister, in

other words, to my elder brother, that some step had better be taken to

settle my mind in a solid and business train of thought.

Would I go to Holland, and become a merchant’s clerk?

No objection--I would try my hand at it, but I questioned whether I

could stand it.

Was there anything to prevent my starting at once?

Nothing particular, only I should like to see the first ascent of that

large balloon which was to ascend shortly.

What were such vain and trifling affairs compared with Henry’s future

prospects? asked my sage mentor.

“Just so, but a week’s delay won’t make much difference,” was my

answer, “especially as I have as yet no regular engagement.”

“Shall we arrange that you join your brother in September, at

Amsterdam?”

“Yes, after the 9th, I shall be ready to leave.”

The launching of the Vauxhall balloon was a day “big with fate,” and

the morning was auspicious; but at two o’clock the weather changed, and

from that time until half-past four it rained incessantly. Thirty-six

policemen were placed around the balloon during the inflation, each

taking charge of one of the cords connected with the network. Forty-one

iron weights, of fifty-six pounds each, were attached to the cordage;

these were soon three feet from the ground, and the policemen were

then compelled to pass their staves through the meshes, to prevent the

cords cutting their hands. This combined resistance was, however, found

insufficient, and twenty other persons were called to assist. By this

time the netting and silk must have absorbed 300 lbs. weight of water,

besides a quantity retained on the top of the balloon. The inflation

was completed in four hours and five minutes; twenty-four bags of

ballast, weighing together 400 lbs., were then placed in the car, and

the grapnel was attached with an elastic cord of caoutchouc and hemp,

which was designed to prevent any sudden jerk in stopping the balloon.

The aërial party consisted of nine persons, including five of the

family of the Greens, besides Captain Currie, Mr. Hildyard, Mr.

Holland, Mr. Edwin Gye and Mr. William Hughes--sons of the proprietors

of Vauxhall Gardens.

The appearance of the balloon was truly magnificent; and, though

ponderous, nothing could exceed its graceful beauty. Mr. Green found

that the ascending power was considerably more than he had announced to

the public, he was therefore compelled to allow 15,000 cubic feet of

gas to escape before he could release the balloon from its moorings,

there not being room in the car for more voyagers.

All being ready, the ropes were loosened, and the stupendous machine

shot rapidly into the upper regions. It proceeded at first to the east,

but soon took a south-easterly direction.

The gardens, and every avenue leading to them, appeared to be one solid

mass of human beings; in fact there was not an elevated spot within two

miles which was not covered with spectators.

The course of the balloon was along the Thames, in the direction of

Gravesend. The grappling iron first touched ground near the village of

Cliffe, in Kent; and, after slightly catching several times, took a

firm hold. The voyagers enjoyed themselves much.

This imposing spectacle having passed off satisfactorily, and a large

amount of curiosity having been gratified on my side, I was now ready

to start for Amsterdam. A berth was secured on board the “Romona,”

and I left St. Katherine’s Wharf in tolerable spirits; but in passing

Southend and Sheerness I fell into a dejected mood, when I contrasted

my youthful longings with the present mercantile mission to Holland.

It was of no use, our interests with the Navy and Army authorities

had been neglected, the heads of the family had taken a more serious

turn, and it was absolutely necessary that I should do something for my

living.

On leaving the Nore and getting well out to sea, our passengers on

deck had wonderfully decreased; there was a stiff breeze on, and the

attendance at dinner fell short of the steward’s expectations. Those

who were equal to feeding became none the less sociable, and I was glad

to sit by the side of a communicative young merchant bound for the

Rhine. Among other topics, the subject of aërostation was broached by

my fellow-traveller; he, too, had seen the ascent of the great balloon,

and longed some day, like myself, to have an aërial excursion.

The more we got away from land, the stronger it came on to blow, in

fact we had a very dirty night of it, but crossed the bar all right

soon after daylight, and got up to Rotterdam about the time we were

expected. My brother John, who was there to meet me, proposed that

we should go to the Dutch capital by a canal boat: I was agreeably

surprised to find how fluently he could chat to the men, and with what

apparent ease he smoked an enormous pipe and drank black coffee.

After a week’s wandering about Amsterdam, I was introduced for the

first time into a counting-house. I made a great effort for some weeks

to take an interest in the proceedings and to do as I was requested,

but natural aptitude failed me. I did not take kindly to a single duty

and became conscious that I was looked upon as a dunce. A sharp bilious

attack followed my novitiate, and it was pretty evident that whatever

my element might be, I was not in it at that particular time and place.

As the long evenings came on, my brother used to read and translate the

newspapers.

About the second week in November he observed some intelligence which

was sure to please and excite me.

“Now, do pay attention, Henry,” he added, “Mr. Green has crossed the

Channel, with two other gentlemen, in the Vauxhall balloon, and landed

in Germany.”

“Read on, I am all attention John.”

I then heard the full particulars of that extraordinary voyage. The

result was a balloon fever, which was by no means suited to my position

at that time.

My brother and Herr von L---- observed in me a greater distaste

than ever to counting-house duties, and I was heartily glad when an

unexpected turn in our affairs was brought about, by which we were to

leave Amsterdam and return home.

A change of our family residence was the next movement of any

importance in my history. We had resolved upon going up to London. My

brother John was now provided for, and I was to watch his advancement,

and, if possible, follow in his steps, as there would be no difficulty

in getting a berth for me.

Eventually I tried my hand at it, but it was of no use; I sickened and

gave it up, much to the disappointment of my friends.

Whatever was to be done with me now? That, indeed, was a serious

question.

“I think,” said an observing acquaintance one evening, as he placed his

hand towards his mouth as if in the act of removing some artificial

teeth, “I have thought of an occupation that will suit Henry. This

morning,” he said, “I had occasion to visit my dentist, and he inquired

if I knew of any youth of a mechanical turn of mind who would like to

become his pupil.”

The idea was no sooner broached than it struck me as being in the right

direction.

I caught at it and agreed to turn it over in my mind, nor did I fail to

do so. Forthwith I waited upon several surgeon-dentists, and at last

had an interview with a very clever practitioner, who had formerly

been a surgeon in the navy. This gentleman was eminently calculated to

ingratiate himself, and to present to my notice the kind of work which

a dental student would have to perform.

It was not long before an agreement was drawn up, and I embarked in the

undertaking.

The right vein was here hit upon, it was thought. I set to with a

will, and ere many weeks had elapsed, I brought home such specimens of

workmanship as warranted the expectation that I should soon take to,

and excel in my new vocation.

As it happened, both departments of dental surgery became equally

attractive; that is the surgical as well as the mechanical. By the

time I was proficient and just of age, I became entitled to an amount

of cash, which enabled me to order a brass plate and commence business

with patients on my own account. I had to form a connection, however,

and to bide my time for the coming in of fees.

Unfortunately, perhaps, this uphill beginning left a deal of spare time

on my hands, so that ever and anon I required--or thought I did--a

little recreation.

In taking up a newspaper to see what was going on in the way of

rational amusement, I happened to observe an advertisement of an

intended balloon ascent by Mr. Hampton.

This notice, coupled with a desire for change, led me to decide upon an

outing. My taste for ballooning grew apace, and soon became a passion.

Whenever an ascent was advertised I was almost sure to be there, and,

as a strong liking for any adventurous and scientific calling leads to

acquaintance with kindred spirits, I became familiar with a number of

regular attendants at balloon _fêtes_, and soon acquired a reputation

for knowing as much--and some said more--than many of those who had

been brought up to it.

From my seventeenth up to my twentieth year I had seen most of the

aërostatic sights that had engaged public attention near London. I had

witnessed a balloon race from Vauxhall, and saw the aërial competitors

come in actual collision without doing injury. I had seen Mrs. Graham

ascend and her husband as well. I had seen the great Nassau balloon

before and after it took Messrs. Hollond, Green, and Mason to Germany,

as already described.

In the year 1837 I went into ballooning with a will, and my visits to

the balloon grounds were regular, but I was prevented from seeing Mr.

Cocking’s parachute attached to the great balloon, although I saw it

suspended in the air from London Bridge as it bore down Eltham way, and

was struck with its cumbrous and rigid convex form, so ill adapted,

I thought, to offer sufficient resistance, and to possess adequate

strength for reaching the ground in safety.

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