I.--THE STAFFIAN RACE.

From my own Apartment, May, 4, 1709.

Of all the vanities under the sun, I confess that of being proud

of one's birth is the greatest. At the same time, since in this

unreasonable age, by the force of prevailing custom, things in which men

have no hand are imputed to them; and that I am used by some people as

if Isaac Bickerstaff, though I write myself Esquire, was nobody: to set

the world right in that particular, I shall give you my genealogy, as a

kinsman of ours has sent it me from the Heralds' Office. It is certain,

and observed by the wisest writers, that there are women who are not

nicely chaste, and men not severely honest, in all families; therefore

let those who may be apt to raise aspersions upon ours please to give

us as impartial an account of their own, and we shall be satisfied.

The business of heralds is a matter of so great nicety that, to avoid

mistakes, I shall give you my cousin's letter, verbatim, without

altering a syllable.

"DEAR COUSIN,

"Since you have been pleased to make yourself so famous of late by your

ingenious writings, and some time ago by your learned predictions; since

Partridge, of immortal memory, is dead and gone, who, poetical as he

was, could not understand his own poetry; and, philomathical as he was,

could not read his own destiny; since the Pope, the King of France, and

great part of his court, are either literally or metaphorically defunct:

since, I say, these things not foretold by any one but yourself have

come to pass after so surprising a manner: it is with no small concern I

see the original of the Staffian race so little known in the world as it

is at this time; for which reason, as you have employed your studies in

astronomy and the occult sciences, so I, my mother being a Welsh woman,

dedicated mine to genealogy, particularly that of our family, which, for

its antiquity and number, may challenge any in Great Britain. The Staffs

are originally of Staffordshire, which took its name from them; the

first that I find of the Staffs was one Jacobstaff, a famous and

renowned astronomer, who, by Dorothy his wife, had issue seven

sons--viz., Bickerstaff, Longstaff, Wagstaff, Quarterstaff, Whitestaff,

Falstaff, and Tipstaff. He also had a younger brother, who was twice

married, and had five sons--viz., Distaff, Pikestaff, Mopstaff,

Broomstaff, and Raggedstaff. As for the branch from whence you spring,

I shall say very little of it, only that it is the chief of the Staffs,

and called Bickerstaff, quasi Biggerstaff; as much as to say, the Great

Staff, or Staff of Staffs; and that it has applied itself to Astronomy

with great success, after the example of our aforesaid forefather. The

descendants from Longstaff, the second son, were a rakish, disorderly

sort of people, and rambled from one place to another, till, in the time

of Harry the Second, they settled in Kent, and were called Long-Tails,

from the long tails which were sent them as a punishment for the murder

of Thomas-a-Becket, as the legends say. They have been always sought

after by the ladies, but whether it be to show their aversion to popery,

or their love to miracles, I cannot say. The Wagstaffs are a merry,

thoughtless sort of people, who have always been opinionated of their

own wit; they have turned themselves mostly to poetry. This is the most

numerous branch of our family, and the poorest. The Quarterstaffs are

most of them prize-fighters or deer-stealers; there have been so many of

them hanged lately that there are very few of that branch of our family

left. The Whitestaffs are all courtiers, and have had very considerable

places. There have been some of them of that strength and dexterity that

five hundred of the ablest men in the kingdom have often tugged in vain

to pull a staff out of their hands. The Falstaffs are strangely given to

drinking: there are abundance of them in and about London. And one thing

is very remarkable of this branch, and that is, there are just as many

women as men in it. There was a wicked stick of wood of this name in

Harry the Fourth's time, one Sir John Falstaff. As for Tipstaff, the

youngest son, he was an honest fellow; but his sons, and his sons' sons,

have all of them been the veriest rogues living; it is this unlucky

branch has stocked the nation with that swarm of lawyers, attorneys,

serjeants, and bailiffs, with which the nation is overrun. Tipstaff,

being a seventh son, used to cure the king's evil; but his rascally

descendants are so far from having that healing quality that, by a touch

upon the shoulder, they give a man such an ill habit of body that he

can never come abroad afterwards. This is all I know of the line of

Jacobstaff; his younger brother, Isaacstaff, as I told you before, had

five sons, and was married twice; his first wife was a Staff, for they

did not stand upon false heraldry in those days, by whom he had one

son, who, in process of time, being a schoolmaster and well read in the

Greek, called himself Distaff or Twicestaff. He was not very rich, so

he put his children out to trades, and the Distaffs have ever since been

employed in the woollen and linen manufactures, except myself, who am a

genealogist. Pikestaff, the eldest son by the second venter, was a man

of business, a downright plodding fellow, and withal so plain, that

he became a proverb. Most of this family are at present in the army.

Raggedstaff was an unlucky boy, and used to tear his clothes in getting

birds' nests, and was always playing with a tame bear his father kept.

Mopstaff fell in love with one of his father's maids, and used to help

her to clean the house. Broomstaff was a chimney-sweeper. The Mopstaffs

and Broomstaffs are naturally as civil people as ever went out of doors;

but, alas! if they once get into ill hands, they knock down all before

them. Pilgrimstaff ran away from his friends, and went strolling

about the country; and Pipestaff was a wine-cooper. These two were the

unlawful issue of Longstaff.

"N.B.--The Canes, the Clubs, the Cudgels, the Wands, the Devil upon two

Sticks, and one Bread, that goes by the name of Staff of Life, are none

of our relations. I am, dear Cousin,

"Your humble servant,

"D. DISTAFF.

"From the Heralds' Office,

"May 1, 1709."

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