CHAPTER VII.

IN WHICH IS RELATED HOW PLEASANTLY THE MAJOR TOOK HIS MISFORTUNES.

"AFTER these cunning scribblers had exhausted their ingenuity in

moulding for me a character so scurvy, that the man who holds up

buildings at street corners could not be got to pick it up, and had

laid at my door charges that would have brought tears into the eyes

of all my ancestors, they wheeled suddenly about, took back all they

had said, threw glory at my feet, and, to the end of doing mankind a

benefit, held me up as a model major. They were all ready to make me

any number of promises, to render me any reasonable service, and to

follow me to battle. Had I offered them a consideration, no doubt it

would have been refused with splendid contempt.

"Mine host of the Astor, who was a shrewd fellow, thought the

character of his house damaged, and must needs consult his honor,

the Mayor. That high functionary, knowing the agility with which

such heroes as Fopp exercised their heels, gave out no encouragement

of catching the rascal. Had it been a scamp, who by his winning

manners deceives inconsolable widows, seduces artless damsels, and

otherwise exercises his skill in the art of fascinating females, his

Honor had been after him with all the courage of his police force.

But as it was merely taking in a stranger, the matter, his Honor

thought, had better be stopped, since the degree and quality of the

crime was so like that known as 'sharp practice' in Wall street,

that to punish one and let another go free would only be manifesting

a strange disregard of equal justice. And the landlord was too

shrewd a fellow not to know that to employ detectives, who were

costly men to move, would entail an expense greater than the sum

lost, without mending the damaged reputation of his house. I

therefore contented myself with the satisfaction of having had my

character restored to me by the newspapers.

"A different turn now came in my affairs, and finding it was only a

harmless custom of the editors to make splinters of a great public

man, I invited them to a sumptuous dinner, which they set upon with

an appetite equaled only by that displayed by them while devouring

my character. But, on the whole, they were a jolly set of fellows

-quite as jolly as one could desire. If they entertained a

magnificent dislike for one another, it was to be set down to a

spirit of commercial rivalry, which, though it might work out good

in some instances, was of itself to be deplored, inasmuch as it had

nothing in common with that generosity of soul which should rule

universal among men of letters."

I found the dinner a specific antidote for a bruised character, for

no sooner had my literary friends eaten it than they were ready to

outdo one another in saying good things of me. One cunning fellow

told his readers that the election of General Harrison was entirely

owing to the wisdom I had distilled into the minds of the people of

Cape Cod. And though I never had even scented the perfumery of war,

another said that as a military man I had no superior. Concerning my

mission, they were all sure no testimony they could bear would add

one jot to my transcendent ability for representing the nation

abroad. The government could not make so great a mistake as to

overlook me.

"Heaven having given the editors great success in their arduous

business of restoring me to favor, I was received at once into the

embraces of fashionable society. Brown, who digs graves for departed

sinners, and provides the parties of our aristocracy with

distinguished people, called to inquire what evenings I was

'disengaged,' seeing that he had several openings on his list, which

was unusually select 'this week.' He secured invitations to nothing

but the most refined and wealthy society-that which gave receptions

merely for the sake of doing honor to persons so distinguished.

Genin sent circulars to say that hats of the latest pattern could be

got cheaper and better of him than any one else. Tiffany & Company,

in a delicately enveloped card, reminded me, (for Mrs. Potter's

sake, no doubt,) that their stock of jewelry was of the finest

description. Ball & Black sent to say that swords and other

appurtenances necessary to a military gentleman could be got of

them, much superior in quality, and cheaper in price, than at any

other establishment in Broadway, or, indeed, in the city. Stewart, I

was told, had just opened an invoice of India shawls, which he had

ticketed at twenty-five hundred dollars each. But as his motto was

quick sales and small profits, he was running them off at two

hundred dollars less. It was hinted that Mrs. Major Potter better

call early or they would all be gone. Had Mrs. Major Potter been the

sharer of my adventure, and exhibited so wanton a determination to

rush her husband into bankruptcy, as it appeared was the fashion

with the ladies of New York, then Mr. Major Potter had gone one way

and Mrs. Major Potter another."

Here the major gave his whip two or three smart cracks, and bid old

Battle proceed at a more rapid pace, as his appetite caused him to

make sundry contemplations about the dinner he would get at the

house of Mrs. Trotbridge.

"Well, seeing that I was up and popular," said the major, resuming

his story, "Townsend piled my room with circulars, saying his

sarsaparilla was the only kind used by politicians and military men,

who invariably pronounced it the cure for those diseases which, it

is charged by a Spanish writer, of great learning, are incident to

their professions. Brandreth sent me samples of his pills, which he

said were unequaled for purging politicians of all those ill humors

they were heirs to. And both (moved by Brown, no doubt) sent me

invitations to parties given in honor of me at their princely

mansions on the Fifth Avenue. Barnum, too, considering me a

remarkable curiosity, sent two tickets to his great show house,

which the vulgar called a museum. And the Misses Whalebone &

Gossamer sent to say that their assortment of baby clothes was of

the choicest description, and that they would be much pleased if

Mrs. Major Potter would call and examine for herself.

"As I was always considered a good looking man," (the major, though

as ugly a man as could well be found, was extremely vain of his

looks,) "no end of sly looks were turned upon me at parties by

marriageable damsels, who mistook me for a single man on the look

out. As to young widows, why, the tears hung as temptingly in their

eyes as pearls. Whether they were for me or their deceased husbands,

I am not bound to say, self praise being no recommendation. It often

occurred to me, however, that marrying a widow would be an act of

charity heaven could not fail to record to the credit of any good

natured bachelor.

"And this, too, I will say, that nothing could have been more

elegantly conducted than the parties to which I was invited. Indeed,

I saw no occasion for repaying hospitality after the manner of those

malicious writers, who take pleasure in sneering at the quality of

entertainment given by our aristocracy, merely because it is

composed of men who have got rich by the very republican business of

sailing ships and selling eatables. Now I by no means underrate the

man of letters who truly represents genius, or learning; but that

every dabbler in small satire should dub himself a man of letters,

and therefore set up for an idol before whom better men must bow, or

have their social affairs battered to pieces, is something I cannot

condescend to admit. By all means, if the little fellows will have a

court, let them have one of their own, and to their liking; for they

will quarrel over those ills they seem born to; and if they can

quarrel without interfering with the rights of others, the peace of

the earth may be preserved. In fine, I would have them cram

themselves into everything great and good, and ask only that they be

careful not to weaken those pedestals upon which our republic is

expanding itself. But enough of this.

"Having passed through fetes of unequaled splendor the politicians

began to put questions to me, which, in many instances, it was not

convenient for me to answer, inasmuch as by a single word I might

commit myself to principles my party would not sanction. They,

however, took me into their keeping, and so delayed my journey to

Washington that I began to feel that I had got among friends of the

wrong kind." We were now entering a short curve in the road, between

two hills covered with chestnut trees, beneath which several lean

sheep were grazing, when the major's story was interrupted by the

shrill sound of a fishmonger's horn.

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