A number of years ago, when temporarily residing at a quiet sea-side
resort in the south of England, time hung heavy on our hands. We had
no conversable acquaintances, no books to fall back upon, nothing to
excite any particular interest. Before quitting home we had promised
to write to an aged invalid lady and her two daughters about anything
that occurred during our stay at this sea-side retreat, but felt at a
loss what to write about. At length something cast up. It was greedily
seized upon, and formed the subject of a letter, which long after being
forgotten, has been accidentally put into our hands by the elder of the
two daughters, to whom it was addressed, with the remark that it had
been the means of amusing her poor dear mamma, now passed away. The
remark consoled us, for the letter was anything but brilliant. We offer
our readers a copy, as a specimen of an attempt at squeezing literary
material out of a dreadfully dull watering-place.
'Since coming to this retired spot, I have noticed two ladies with
wooden legs. These require to be described separately, for the legs
differ in character, and I daresay materially differed in price. They
may be spoken of as legs Nos. 1 and 2. Leg number one consists of a
rounded black pin of the old genuine wooden-leg type, and which is now
very much less common than it used to be within my remembrance. The leg
is neatly turned, with no disguise about it--a downright wooden leg as
may be seen by all the world. To all appearance it does not form an
entire leg. It evidently goes only as high as the knee. This half-leg,
as it correctly should be called, belongs to a smart well-dressed
young lady, who stumps about with it beautifully, though no doubt
with considerable exertion. As the knee seemingly rests on a cushion,
the lower part of the unfortunate limb projects behind, yet not in
an ungainly way. Thanks to crinoline, the real leg and foot are to a
certain extent shrouded from observation. However, one can see a kind
of jerking out of the foot, on every movement of the red petticoat and
tucked-up dress behind.
'While compassionating one so young and so beautiful on account of
what appeared an irreparable misfortune, it is quite pleasing to see
how smartly she goes about with her wooden leg. Gaily dressed, turban
with a delicate feather, tucked-up dress, she walks on at a good pace,
laughing, chatting, and in as high spirits as if nothing was the
matter. With two young-lady companions she daily parades on the public
Esplanade overlooking the shingly beach. Good manners of course forbid
any one noticing the infirmity, and nobody pays any attention to it--a
circumstance contributing to the young lady's sprightliness. It is
at the oriel window of our apartments, which commands the Esplanade
from end to end, that I have observed how cleverly the wooden limb is
managed. Before moralising on the subject, let me say something of the
other artificial leg.
'Leg number two, as I have called it, is an ambitious leg. It is a
sham leg which makes an attempt to seem real, and I regret to say the
attempt is not very successful. The owner is a lady somewhat _passée_.
She is dull, I would almost say suffers under melancholy reflections.
Beyond a doubt, her leg had been amputated above the knee, probably
from having been seriously injured by some terrible accident. Looking
at her as she walks along with a halt in her gait, I call up visions of
the pain she has experienced, of her sufferings, of her blighted hopes,
of her perpetual discomfort. I also picture the trouble she has had in
seeking about for a good artificial leg maker. How she looked over an
assortment of legs. How she at length fixed on a particular pattern,
and was measured for one of the same kind. Just think of being measured
for a leg! And think, also, of the servant coming into the parlour,
and saying: "If you please, ma'am, the man has come with the leg you
ordered." Next, think of going up to your room and trying on the leg!
How awkward it would at first feel--stump, stump, as you walked across
the floor. Weeks would elapse before the leg became at all familiar.
'Although this artificial leg is to a certain extent a failure, it
answers its purpose better than if it had been a mere unyielding
wooden pin. The opinion I form is that there is a deficiency in the
_mécanique_, for while the heel goes down, the forepart of the foot
does not fall or take the ground neatly. I am told that all depends on
the arrangement and easy working of the springs and other machinery.
You may have a five-pound leg or a ten-pound leg, nay, I believe, a
twenty or thirty-pound leg, according to the nature of the springs,
pulleys, straps, and wheel-work. For anything I can tell, the leg in
question was a five-pound leg. At least, it does not appear to be of a
high order. A keen regard for economy in a matter of this kind is poor
policy. I should say if you want an artificial leg that will look and
act as nearly as possible like a real one, do not grudge the money.
Get the best article in the market. Some people will remember the case
of the Marquis of Anglesea, who lost a leg at Waterloo. His lordship
procured an artificial leg which was so real in appearance and was so
adroitly managed, through the agency of springs and so on, that he rode
on horseback and danced at balls as if the sham leg consisted of real
flesh and blood. There was a triumph of artificial leg making that
would do credit to our own times.
'Reflecting on the two cases of ladies with artificial legs that
have come under my notice, I am struck with the oddity of the whole
affair. Until these later times, it was customary to see old soldiers
and sailors with wooden legs, and seldom any one else. Except on
rare occasions, civilians did not get their legs shattered, ladies
almost never. The progress of national improvement has changed
all that. Railway accidents--properly speaking blunders through
carelessness--have begun to enlarge the number of persons requiring
artificial legs of some sort or other. Travellers are now in the
category of soldiers going to battle--legs and arms fractured, ribs
broken, dislocations of various kinds. Fortunately, mechanical science
keeps pace with these disasters. Latterly great improvements have been
effected in the construction not only of artificial legs, but of hands
and arms. So that with sufficient care and a suitable expenditure,
mutilation is robbed of half its horrors. The modern artificial
leg-makers, of whom there are several in London--one notably in Oxford
Street--may be styled public benefactors. Such assuagements do not
the less incline us to sympathise with young ladies, who all at once
when on a railway excursion come out of "an accident" with so bad a
compound fracture of the leg that amputation and an artificial leg
become necessary. Ladies pride themselves on their neat boots and feet,
these being usually points for criticism. An artificial leg of any
description finishes all that. Sad to contemplate. Hopes of marriage at
an end. No more dancing or flirting, or hooking on with chatty parties
of young gentlemen going to church. And what personal inconveniences!
Unbuckling the leg at night on going to bed, and having to hop about or
use a crutch when the leg is off. Putting on the leg in the morning.
In sitting down, always some consideration as to how the leg is to be
adjusted. Going up and down stairs, the real leg first at every step,
and the artificial leg brought up behind it. The unpleasantness of
ordering boots and shoes, and the still greater unpleasantness of being
generally pitied.
'Such were some of the thoughts that passed through my mind. One thing
puzzled me. How did it occur that the young lady with leg number one
was so happy-looking? All my preconceived notions were upset. I had
ventured to think of the bare possibility of you and your sister
stumping down the street to church with an artificial leg--even a good
ten-pound leg full of springs--and what a calamity either of you would
consider it. But here to my amazement is a sweet gleesome maiden going
about with a wooden leg of the simplest structure, and she seems to be
in no respect affected with the misfortune. Now, said I to myself, that
girl's conduct is a fine example of philosophy and pious resignation.
Knowing that she is destined to be lame all her days, she submits with
a good grace, puts a pleasant face on the matter. Deprived of certain
hopes of happiness befitting her age and position, she has in her dire
misfortune learned to say and feel, "Thy will be done." That is the
notion I have formed regarding her, and a consideration of the cheerful
manner she endures her hapless infirmity does me good. The poor young
thing is a practical example of resignation. She seems as if saying to
me and others: "_You_ pretend to have trials and vexations--look at me!
You have been spared the discomfort of a wooden leg." I accordingly
feel happier, than I might otherwise do. Thus Providence, while sending
misfortunes, beneficently sends consolations, and in all circumstances
we are not without reasons to be thankful.'