Olla Podrida Part 57
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_B._ Is like some of Wouvermans' best pictures, which will not be purchased by many, because his dogs in the fore-ground are doing exactly what all dogs will naturally do when they first are let out of their kennels.
_A._ Wouvermans should have known better, and made his dogs better mannered if he expected his pictures to be hung up in the parlour of refinement.
_B._ Very true.
_A._ Perhaps you would like to have another pa.s.sage or two.
_B._ Excuse me: I will imagine it all. I only hope, Ansard, this employment will not interfere with your legal practice.
_A._ My dear Barnstaple, it certainly will not, because my legal practice cannot be interfered with. I have been called to the bar, but find no employment in my calling. I have been sitting in my gown and wig for one year, and may probably sit a dozen more, before I have to rise to address their lords.h.i.+ps. I have not yet had a guinea brief. My only chance is, to be sent out as judge to Sierra Leone, or perhaps to be made a commissioner of the Court of Requests.
_B._ You are indeed humble in your aspirations. I recollect the time, Ansard, when you dreamt of golden fame, and aspired to the wool-sack--when your ambition prompted you to midnight labour, and you showed an energy----
_A._ (_putting his hands up to his forehead, with his elbows on the table._) What can I do, Barnstaple? If I trust to briefs, my existence will be but brief--we all must live.
_B._ I will not reply as Richelieu did to a brother author, "Je ne vois pas la necessite," but this I do say, that if you are in future to live by supplying the public with such nonsense, the shorter your existence the better.
S.W. and by W. 3/4 W.
Jack Littlebrain was, physically considered, as fine grown, and moreover as handsome a boy as ever was seen, but it must be acknowledged that he was not very clever. Nature is, in most instances, very impartial; she has given plumage to the peac.o.c.k, but, as everyone knows, not the slightest ear for music. Throughout the feathered race it is almost invariably the same; the homeliest clad are the finest songsters. Among animals the elephant is certainly the most intelligent, but, at the same time, he cannot be considered as a beauty. Acting upon this well ascertained principle, nature imagined, that she had done quite enough for Jack when she endowed him with such personal perfection; and did not consider it was at all necessary that he should be very clever; indeed, it must be admitted not only that he was not very clever, but (as the truth must be told) remarkably dull and stupid. However, the Littlebrains have been for a long while a well-known, numerous, and influential family, so that, if it were possible that Jack could have been taught anything, the means were forthcoming: he was sent to every school in the country; but it was in vain; at every following vacation, he was handed over from the one pedagogue to the other, of those whose names were renowned for the Busbian system of teaching by stimulating both ends: he was horsed every day and still remained an a.s.s, and at the end of six months, if he did not run away before that period was over, he was invariably sent back to his parents as incorrigible and unteachable. What was to be done with him? The Littlebrains had always got on in the world, somehow or another, by their interest and connections; but here was one who might be said to have no brains at all. After many _pros_ and _cons_, and after a variety of consulting letters had pa.s.sed between the various members of his family, it was decided, that as his maternal uncle, Sir Theophilus Blazers, G.C.B., was at that time the second in command in the Mediterranean, he should be sent to sea under his command; the Admiral, having in reply to a letter on the subject, answered that it was hard indeed if he did not lick him into some shape or another; and that, at all events, he'd warrant that Jack should be able to box the compa.s.s before he had been three months nibbling the s.h.i.+p's biscuit; further, that it was very easy to get over the examination necessary to qualify him for lieutenant, as a turkey and a dozen of brown stout sent in the boat with him on the pa.s.sing day, as a present to each of the pa.s.sing captains, would pa.s.s him, even if he were as incompetent as a camel (or, as they say at sea, a cable,) to pa.s.s through the eye of a needle; that having once pa.s.sed, he would soon have him in command of a fine frigate, with a good nursing first lieutenant; and that if he did not behave himself properly, he would make his signal to come on board of the flag-s.h.i.+p, take him into the cabin, and give him a sound horsewhipping, as other admirals have been known to inflict upon their own sons under similar circ.u.mstances. The reader must be aware that, from the tenour of Sir Theophilus's letter, the circ.u.mstances which we are narrating must have occurred some fifty years ago.
When Jack was informed that he was to be a mids.h.i.+pman, he looked up in the most innocent way in the world (and innocent he was, sure enough), turned on his heels, and whistled as he went for want of thought. For the last three months he had been at home, and his chief employment was kissing and romping with the maids, who declared him to be the handsomest Littlebrain that the country had ever produced. Our hero viewed the preparations made for his departure with perfect indifference, and wished everybody good-bye with the utmost composure.
He was a happy, good-tempered fellow who never calculated, because he could not; never decided, for he had not wit enough to choose; never foresaw, although he could look straight before him; and never remembered, because he had no memory. The line, "If ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise," was certainly made especially for Jack: nevertheless he was not totally deficient: he knew what was good to eat or drink, for his taste was perfect, his eyes were very sharp, and he could discover in a moment if a peach was ripe on the wall; his hearing was quick, for he was the first in the school to detect the footsteps of his pedagogue; and he could smell anything savoury nearly a mile off, if the wind lay the right way. Moreover, he knew that if he put his fingers in the fire that he would burn himself; that knives cut severely; that birch tickled, and several other little axioms of this sort which are generally ascertained by children at an early age, but which Jack's capacity had not received until at a much later date. Such as he was, our hero went to sea; his stock in his sea-chest being very abundant, while his stock of ideas was proportionally small.
We will pa.s.s over all the trans-s.h.i.+pments of Jack until he was eventually s.h.i.+pped on board of the _Mendacious_, then lying at Malta with the flag of Sir Theophilus Blazers at the fore--a splendid s.h.i.+p, carrying 120 guns, and nearly 120 mids.h.i.+pmen of different calibres. (I pa.s.s over captain, lieutenant, and s.h.i.+p's company, having made mention of her most valuable qualifications.) Jack was received with a hearty welcome by his uncle, for he came in pudding-time, and was invited to dinner; and the Admiral made the important discovery, that if his nephew was a fool in other points, he was certainly no fool at his knife and fork. In a short time his messmates found out that he was no fool at his fists, and his knock-down arguments ended much disputation. Indeed, as the French would say, Jack was perfection in the _physique_, although so very deficient in the _morale_.
But if Pandora's box proved a plague to the whole world, Jack had his individual portion of it, when he was summoned to _box_ the compa.s.s by his worthy uncle Sir Theophilus Blazers; who in the course of six months discovered that he could not make his nephew box it in the three, which he had warranted in his letter; every day our hero's ears were boxed, but the compa.s.s never. It required all the cardinal virtues to teach him the cardinal points during the forenoon, and he made a point of forgetting them before the sun went down. Whenever they attempted it (and various were the teachers employed to drive the compa.s.s into Jack's head) his head drove round the compa.s.s; and try all he could, Jack never could compa.s.s it. It appeared, as some people are said only to have one idea, as if Jack could only have one _point_ in his head at a time, and to that point he would stand like a well-broken pointer. With him the wind never changed until the next day. His uncle p.r.o.nounced him to be a fool, but that did not hurt his nephew's feelings; he had been told so too often already.
I have said that Jack had a great respect for good eating and drinking, and, moreover, was blessed with a good appet.i.te: every person has his peculiar fancies, and if there was anything which more t.i.tillated the palate and olfactory nerves of our hero, it was a roast goose with sage and onions. Now it so happened, that having been about seven months on board of the _Mendacious_, Jack had one day received a summons to dine with the Admiral, for the steward had ordered a roast goose for dinner, and knew not only that Jack was partial to it, but also that Jack was the Admiral's nephew, which always goes for something on board of a flag-s.h.i.+p. Just before they were sitting down to table, the Admiral wis.h.i.+ng to know how the wind was, and having been not a little vexed with the slow progress of his nephew's nautical acquirements, said, "Now, Mr Littlebrain, go up, and bring me down word how the wind is; and mark me, as, when you are sent, nine times out of ten you make a mistake, I shall now bet you five guineas against your dinner, that you make a mistake this time: so now be off and we will soon ascertain whether you lose your dinner or I lose my money. Sit down, gentlemen; we will not wait for Mr Littlebrain."
Jack did not much admire this bet on the part of his uncle, but still less did he like the want of good manners in not waiting for him. He had just time to see the covers removed, to scent a whiff of the goose, and was off.
"The Admiral wants to know how the wind is, sir," said Jack to the officer of the watch.
The officer of the watch went to the binnacle, and setting the wind as nearly as he could, replied, "Tell Sir Theophilus that it is _S.W. and by W. 3/4 W._"
"That's one of those confounded long points that I never can remember,"
cried Jack, in despair.
"Then you'll '_get goose_,' as the saying is," observed one of the mids.h.i.+pmen.
"No; I'm afraid that I sha'n't get any," replied Jack, despondingly.
"What did he say, S.W. and by N. 3/4 E.?"
"Not exactly," replied his messmate, who was a good-natured lad, and laughed heartily at Jack's version. "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W."
"I never can remember it," cried Jack. "I'm to have five guineas if I do, and no dinner if I don't; and if I stay here much longer, I shall get no dinner at all events, for they are all terribly peckish, and there will be none left."
"Well, if you'll give me one of the guineas, I'll show you how to manage it," said the mids.h.i.+pman.
"I'll give you two, if you'll only be quick and the goose a'n't all gone," replied Jack.
The mids.h.i.+pman wrote down the point from which the wind blew, at full length, upon a bit of paper, and pinned it to the rim of Jack's hat.
"Now," said he, "when you go into the cabin, you can hold your hat so as to read it, without their perceiving you."
"Well, so I can; I never should have thought of that," said Jack.
"You hav'n't wit enough," replied the mids.h.i.+pman.
"Well, I see no wit in the compa.s.s," replied Jack.
"Nevertheless, it's full of point," replied the mids.h.i.+pman; "now be quick."
Our hero's eyes served him well, if his memory was treacherous; and as he entered the cabin door he bowed over his hat very politely, and said, as he read it off, "S.W. and by W. 3/4 W.," and then he added, without reading at all, "if you please, Sir Theophilus."
"Steward," said the Admiral, "tell the officer of the watch to step down."
"How's the wind, Mr Growler?"
"S.W. and by W. 3/4 W.," replied the officer.
"Then, Mr Littlebrain, you have won your five guineas, and may now sit down and enjoy your dinner."
Our hero was not slow in obeying the order, and ventured, upon the strength of his success, to send his plate twice for goose. Having eaten their dinner, drunk their wine, and taken their coffee, the officers, at the same time, took the hint which invariably accompanies the latter beverage, made their bows and retreated. As Jack was following his seniors out of the cabin, the Admiral put the sum which he had staked into his hands, observing, that "it was an ill wind that blew n.o.body good."
So thought Jack, who, having faithfully paid the mids.h.i.+pman the two guineas for his a.s.sistance, was now on the p.o.o.p keeping his watch, as mids.h.i.+pmen usually do; that is, stretched out on the signal lockers, and composing himself to sleep after the most approved fas.h.i.+on, answering the winks of the stars by blinks of his eyes, until at last he shut them to keep them warm. But, before he had quite composed himself, he thought of the goose and the five guineas. The wind was from the same quarter, blowing soft and mild; Jack lay in a sort of reverie, as it fanned his cheek, for the weather was close and sultry.
"Well," muttered Jack to himself, "I do love that point of the compa.s.s, at all events, and I think that I never shall forget S.W. and by W. 3/4 W. No I never--never liked one before, though----"
"Is that true?" whispered a gentle voice in his ear; "do you love 'S.W.
and by W. 3/4 W.,' and will you, as you say, never forget her?"
"Why, what's that?" said Jack, opening his eyes, and turning half round on his side.
"It's me--'S.W. and by W. 3/4 W.,' that you say you love."
Littlebrain raised himself and looked round;--there was no one on the p.o.o.p except himself and two or three of the after-guard, who were lying down between the guns. "Why, who was it that spoke?" said Jack, much astonished.
"It was the wind you love, and who has long loved you," replied the same voice; "do you wish to see me?"
"See you,--see the wind?--I've been already sent on that message by the mids.h.i.+pmen," thought Jack.
"Do you love me as you say, and as I love you?" continued the voice.
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