The Jessamy Bride. ... With illustrations by A. Forestier

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Chapter I

"SlR," said Dr. Johnson, "we have eaten an ex cellent dinner, we are a company of intelligent men — although I allow that we should have difficulty in proving that we are so if it became known that we sat down with a Scotchman — and now pray do not mar the self-satisfaction which intelligent men ex perience after dining, by making assertions based on ignorance and maintained by sophistry." "Why, Sir," cried Goldsmith, " I doubt if the self satisfaction of even the most intelligent of men — whom I take to be myself — is interfered with by any demonstration of an inferior intellect on the part of another." Edmund Burke laughed, understanding the meaning of the twinkle in Goldsmith's eye. Sir Joshua Reynolds, having reproduced — with some care — that twinkle, turned the bell of his ear-trumpet with a smile in the direction of Johnson ; but Boswell and Garrick sat with solemn faces.

The former showed that he was more impressed than ever with the con viction that Goldsmith was the most blatantly coni I Zbc Jessam-g -Bi*iJ)c. 2 ceited of mankind, and the latter— as Burke perceived in a moment — was solemn in mimicry of Boswell's solemnity. When Johnson had given a roll or two on his chair and had pursed out his lips in the act of speaking, Boswell turned an eager face towards him, putting his left hand behind his ear so that he might not lose a word that might fall from his oracle. Upon Garrick's face was precisely the same expres sion, but it was his right hand that he put behind his ear. Goldsmith and Burke laughed together at thc marvellous imitation of the Scotchman by the actor, and at exactly the same instant the conscious and unconscious comedian on the other side of the table turned their heads in the direction first of Goldsmith, then of Burke.

Both faces were identical as regards expression. They wore the expression of a man who is greatly grieved. Then, with the exactitude of two automatic figures worked by the same machinery, they turned their heads again toward Johnson. "Sir," said Johnson, "your endeavour to evade the consequences of maintaining a silly argument by thrusting forward a question touching upon mankind in general, suggests an assumption on your part that my intelligence is of an inferior order to your own, and that, Sir, I cannot permit to pass unrebuked. " " Nay, Sir, " cried Boswell eagerly, " I cannot be lieve that Dr. Goldsmith's intention was so monstrous." "And the very fact of your believing that, Sir, amounts almost to a positive proof that the contrary is the case," roared Johnson. Zbc 3essam\> Brt&e. 3 " Pray, Sir, do not condemn me on such evidence, " said Goldsmith.

" Men have been hanged on less," remarked Burke. " But, to return to the original matter, I should like to know upon what facts " " Ah, Sir, to introduce facts into any controversy on a point of art would indeed be a departure," said Goldsmith solemnly. " I cannot countenance a pro ceeding which threatens to strangle the imagina tion." " And you require yours to be particularly healthy just now, Doctor. Did you not tell us that you were about to write a Natural History?" said Garrick. " Well, I remarked that I had got paid for doing so — that's not just the same thing," laughed Gold smith. " Ah, the money is in hand ; the Natural History is left to the imagination, " said Reynolds. " That is the most satisfactory arrangement." "Yes, for the author," said Burke. "Some time ago it was the book which was in hand, and the payment which was left to the imagination."

"These sallies are all very well in their way," said Garrick, " but their brilliance tends to blind us to the real issue of the question that Dr. Goldsmith introduced, which I take it was, Why should not acting be included among the arts? As a matter of course, the question possesses no more than a casual interest for any of the gentlemen present, with the exception of Mr. Burke and myself. I am an Zbc 3essamg ÆSrtbe. 4 actor and Mr. Burke is a statesman — another branch of the same profession — and therefore we are vitally concerned in the settlement of the question. " "The matter never rose to the dignity of being a question, Sir," said Johnson. "It must be apparent to the humblest intelligence — nay, even to Boswell's — that acting is a trick, not a profession — a diversion, not an art.

I am ashamed of Dr. Goldsmith for having contended to the contrary." "It must only have been in sport, Sir," said Bos well mildly. " Sir, Dr. Goldsmith may have earned reprobation," cried Johnson, " but he has been guilty of nothing so heinous as to deserve the punishment of having you as his advocate." " Oh, Sir, surely Mr. Boswell is the best one in the world to pronounce an opinion as to what is said in sport, and what in earnest," said Goldsmith. " His fine sense of humour " "Sir, have you seen the picture which he got painted of himself on his return from Corsica ? " shouted Johnson. " Gentlemen, these diversions may be well enough for you," said Garrick, " but in my ears they sound as the jests of the crowd must in the ears of a wretch on his way to Tyburn. Think, Sirs, of the position occupied by Mr. Burke and myself at the present moment.

Are we to be branded as outcasts because we happen to be actors?" "Undoubtedly you at least are, Davy," cried Zbc 3essam*g -Bribe. 5 Johnson. " And good enough for you too, you rascal ! " " And, for my part, I would rather be an outcast with David Garrick than become chaplain to the Archbishop of Canterbury," said Goldsmith. "Dr. Goldsmith, let me tell you that it is unbe coming in you, who have relations in the Church, to make such an assertion," said Johnson sternly. " What, Sir, does friendship occupy a place before religion in your estimation ? " " The Archbishop could easily get another chaplain, Sir, but whither could the stage look for another Garrick ? " said Goldsmith. " Psha ! Sir, the puppets which we saw last week in Panton Street delighted the town more than ever Mr. Garrick did," cried Johnson ; and when he perceived that Garrick coloured at this sally ofhis, he lay back in his chair and roared with laughter.

Reynolds took snuff. " Dr. Goldsmith said he could act as adroitly as the best of the puppets — I heard him myself, " said Boswell. " That was only his vain boasting which you have so frequently noted with that acuteness of observation that makes you the envy of our circle, " said Burke. " You understand the Irish temperament perfectly, Mr. Boswell. But to resort to the original point raised by Goldsmith; surely, Dr. Johnson, you will allow that an actor of genius is at least on a level with a musician of genius." " Sir, I will allow that he is on a level with a fiddler if that will satisfy you," replied Johnson. Zbc Jessam? -Bribe. 6 " Surely, Sir, you must allow that Mr. Garrick's art is superior to that of Signor Piozzi whom we heard play at Dr. Burney's." said Burke. "Yes, Sir; David Garrick has the good luck to be an Englishman, and Piozzi the ill-luck to be an Italian," replied Johnson.

"Sir, 'tis no use affect ing to maintain that you regard acting as on a level with the arts. I will not put an affront upon your intelligence by supposing that you actually believe what your words would imply." " You can take your choice, Mr. Burke, " said Goldsmith : " whether will you have the affront put upon your intelligence or your sincerity ? " " I am sorry that I am compelled to leave the company for a space, just as there seems to be some chance of the argument becoming really interesting to me personally," said Garrick, rising; "but the fact is that I rashly made an engagement for this hour. I shall be gone for perhaps twenty minutes, and meantime you may be able to come to some agreement on a matter which, I repeat, is one of vital importance to Mr. Burke and myself; and so, Sirs, farewell for the present."

He gave one of those bows of his, to witness which was a liberal education in the days when grace was an art, and left the room. " If Mr. Garrick's bow does not prove my point, no argument that I can bring forward will produce any impression upon you, Sir," said Goldsmith. "The dog is well enough," said Johnson; " but he has need to be kept in his place, and I believe that Zbc Sessam**? Bribe. 7 there is no one whose attempts to keep him in his place he will tolerate as he does mine." " And what do you suppose is Mr. Garrick's place, Sir?" asked Goldsmith. "Do you believe that if we were all to stand on one another's shoulders, as certain acrobats do, with Garrick on the shoulder of the topmost man, we should succeed in keeping him in his proper place ? " "Sir," said Dr. Johnson, "your question is as ridiculous as anything you have said to-night, and to say so much, is, let me tell you, to say a good deal."

" What a pity it is that honest Goldsmith is so persistent in his attempts to shine," whispered Bos well to Burke. "'Tis a great pity, truly, that a lark should try to make its voice heard in the neighbourhood of a Niagara," said Burke. " Pray, Sir, what is a Niagara ? " asked Boswell. " A Niagara ? " said Burke. " Better ask Dr. Gold smith ; he alluded to it in his latest poem. Dr. Gold smith, Mr. Boswell wishes to know what a Niagara is." " Sir, " said Goldsmith, who had caught every word of the conversation in undertone. " Sir, Nia gara is the Dr. Johnson of the New World."

Chapter II

The conversation took place in the Crown and An chor tavern in the Strand, where the party had just dined. Dr. Johnson had been quite as good com pany as usual. There was a general feeling that he had rarely insulted Boswell so frequently in the course of a single evening — but, then, Boswell had rarely so laid himself open to insult as he had upon this evening — and when he had finished with the Scotchman, he turned his attention to Garrick, the opportunity being afforded him by Oliver Goldsmith, who had been unguarded enough to say a word or two respecting that which he termed "the art of acting." "Dr. Goldsmith, I am ashamed of you, Sir," cried the great Dictator. " Who gave you the authority to add to the number of the arts ' the art of acting' ? We shall hear of the art of dancing next, and every tumbler who kicks up the sawdust will have the right to call himself an artist.

Madame Vio lante, who gave Peggy Woffington her first lesson on the tight-rope, will rank with Miss Kauffman, the painter — nay, every poodle that dances on its hind legs in public will be an artist." s It was in vain that Goldsmith endeavoured to show that the admission of acting to the list of arts scarcely entailed such consequences as Johnson asserted would be inevitable, if that admission were once made; it was in vain that Garrick asked if the fact that painting was included among the arts, caused sign-painters to claim for themselves the standing of artists; and, if not, why there was any reason to suppose that the tumblers to whom John son had alluded would advance their claims to be on a level with the highest interpreters ofthe emo tions of humanity. Dr. Johnson roared down every suggestion that was offered to him most courteously by his friends.

Then, in the exuberance of his spirits, he insulted Boswell and told Burke he did not know what he was talking about. In short, he was thoroughly Johnsonian, and considered himself the best of com pany, and eminently capable of pronouncing an opinion as to what were the elements of a club able man. He had succeeded in driving one of his best friends out of the room, and in reducing the others of the party to silence — all except Boswell, who, as usual, tried to start him upon a discussion of some subtle point of theology. Boswell seems invariably to have adopted this course after he had been thoroughly insulted, and to have been, as a rule, very success ful in its practice : it usually led to his attaining to the distinction of another rebuke for him to gloat over. TIbe 3essam-v? JSribe. 10 He now believed that the exact moment had come for him to find out what Dr. Johnson thought on the subject of the Immortality of the Soul.

"Pray, Sir," said he, shifting his chair so as to get between Reynolds' ear-trumpet and his oracle — his jealousy of Sir Joshua's ear-trumpet was as great as his jealousy of Goldsmith. " Pray, Sir, is there any evidence among the ancient Egyptians that they believed that the soul of man was im perishable ? " "Sir," said Johnson, after a huge roll or two, " there is evidence that the ancient Egyptians were in the habit of introducing a memento mort at a feast, lest the partakers of the banquet should be come too merry." " Well, Sir ? " said Boswell eagerly, as Johnson made a pause. " Well, Sir, we have no need to go to the trouble of introducing such an object, since Scotchmen are so plentiful in London, and so ready to accept the offer of a dinner," said Johnson, quite in his pleasantest manner.

Boswell was more elated than the others of the company at this sally. He felt that he, and he only, could succeed in drawing his best from Johnson. "Nay, Dr. Johnson, you are too hard on the Scotch," he murmured, but in no deprecatory tone. He seemed to be under the impression that every one present was envying him, and he smiled as if he felt that it was necessary for him to accept with meekness the distinction of which he was the recipient. "Come, Goldy," cried Johnson, turning his back upon Boswell, "you must not be silent, or I shall think that you feel aggrieved because I got the better of you in the argument." "Argument, Sir?" said Goldsmith. "I protest that I was not aware that any argument was under consideration. You make short work of another's argument, Doctor." " 'Tis due to the logical faculty which I have in common with Mr. Boswell, Sir," said Johnson, with a twinkle.

" The logical faculty of the elephant when it lies down on its tormentor, the wolf," muttered Gold smith, who had just acquired some curious facts for his Animated Nature. At that moment one of the tavern-waiters entered the room with a message to Goldsmith that his cousin, the Dean, had just arrived and was anxious to obtain permission to join the party. " My cousin, the Dean ! What Dean ? What does the man mean ? " said Goldsmith, who appeared to be both surprised and confused. "Why, Sir," said Boswell, "you have told us more than once that you had a cousin who was a dignitary of the Church." "Have I indeed?" said Goldsmith. "Then I suppose, if I said so, this must be the very man. A Dean is he ? " " Sir, it is ill-mannered to keep even a curate waiting in the common-room of a tavern," said Johnson, who was not the man to shrink from any sudden addition to his audience of an evening.

" If your relation were an Archbishop, Sir, this company would be worthy to receive him. Pray give the order to show him into this room." Goldsmith seemed lost in thought. He gave a start when Johnson had spoken, and in no very certain tone told the waiter to lead the clergyman up to the room. Oliver's face undoubtedly wore an expression of greater curiosity than that of any of his friends, before the waiter returned, followed by an elderly and somewhat undersized clergyman wearing a full-bottomed wig and the bands and apron of a dignitary of the Church. He walked stiffly, with an erect carriage that gave a certain dignity to his short figure. His face was white, but his eyebrows were extremely bushy. He had a slight squint in one eye. The bow which he gave on entering the room was profuse but awkward. - It contrasted with the farewell salute of Garrick on leaving the table twenty minutes before.

Everyone present, with the excep tion of Oliver, perceived in a moment a family re semblance in the clergyman's bow to that with which Goldsmith was accustomed to receive his friends. A little jerk which the visitor gave in raising his head was laughably like a motion made by Gold smith, supplemental to his usual bow. "Gentlemen," said the visitor, with a wave of his hand, "I entreat of you to be seated." His voice and accent more than suggested Goldsmith's, although he had only a suspicion of an Irish brogue. If Oliver had made an attempt to disown his relation ship, no one in the room would have regarded him as sincere. "Nay, gentlemen, I insist," continued the stranger; "you embarrass me with your cour tesy." "Sir," said Johnson, "you will not find that any company over which I have the honour to preside is found lacking in its duty to the Church."

" I am the humblest of its ministers, Sir," said the stranger, with a deprecatory bow. Then he glanced round the room, and with an exclamation of pleasure went towards Goldsmith. " Ah ! I do not need to ask which of this distinguished company is my cousin Nolly — I beg your pardon, Oliver — ah, old times — old times ! " He had caught Goldsmith's hands in both his own and was looking into his face with a pathetic air. Goldsmith seemed a little embarrassed. His smile was but the shadow of a smile. The rest of the party averted their heads, for in the long silence that followed the exclamation of the visitor, there was an element of pathos. Curiously enough a sudden laugh came from Sir Joshua Reynolds, causing all faces to be turned in his direction. An aspect of stern rebuke was now worn by Dr. Johnson.

The painter hastened to apologise. "I ask your pardon, Sir," he said gravely, "but— Sir, I am a painter — my name is Reynolds — and — well, Sir, the family resemblance between you and our dear friend Dr. Goldsmith — a resemblance that perhaps only a painter's eye could detect — seemed to me so extraordinary as you stood together, tliat " "Not another word, Sir, I entreat of you," cried the visitor. " My cousin Oliver and I have not met for — how many years is it, Nolly ? Not eleven — no, it cannot be eleven — and yet " " Ah, Sir, " said Oliver, " time is fugitive — very fugitive." He shook his head sadly. " I am pleased to hear that you have acquired this knowledge, which the wisdom of the ancients has crystallised in a phrase," said the stranger. " But you must present me to your friends, Noll — Oliver, I mean.

You, Sir" — he turned to Reynolds — " have told me your name. Am I fortunate enough to be face to face with Sir Joshua Reynolds? Oh, there can be no doubt about it. Oliver dedicated his last poem to you. Sir, I am your servant. And you, Sir" — he turned to Burke — "I seem to have seen your face somewhere — it is strangely familiar " " That gentleman is Mr. Burke, Sir," said Gold smith. He was rapidly recovering from his embar rassment, and spoke with something of an air of pride, as he made a gesture with his right hand towards Burke. The clergyman made precisely the same gesture with his left hand, crying — " What, Mr. Edmund Burke, the friend of Liberty — the friend of the people? " "The same, Sir," said Oliver. "He is, besides, the friend of Oliver Goldsmith." " Then he is my friend also," said the clergyman. •Jibe Jessamy Bribe. 15 " Sir, to be in a position to shake you by the hand is the greatest privilege of my life."

"You do me great honour, Sir," said Burke. Goldsmith was burning to draw the attention of his relative to Dr. Johnson, who on his side was looking anything but pleased at being so far neg lected. " Mr. Burke, you are our countryman — Oliver's and mine — and I know you are sound on the Royal Marriage Act. I should dearly like to have a talk with you on that iniquitous measure. You opposed it, Sir?" "With all my power, Sir," said Burke. " Give me your hand again, Sir. Mrs. Luttrcl was an honour to her sex, and it is she who con fers an honour upon the Duke of Cumberland, not the other way about. You are with me, Mr. Burke? Eh, what is the matter, cousin Noll? Why do you work with your arm that way." " There are other gentlemen in the room, Mr. Dean," said Oliver. "They can wait," cried Mr. Dean.

"They are certain to be inferior to Mr. Burke and Sir Joshua Reynolds. If I should be wrong, they will not feel mortified at what I have said." "This is Mr. Boswell, Sir," said Goldsmith. "Mr. Boswell — of where, Sir?" "Mr. Boswell, of— of Scotland, Sir." " Scotland, the land where the clergymen write plays for the theatre. Your clergymen might be better employed, Mr.— Mr. " " Boswell, Sir." "Mr. Boswell. Yes, I hope you will look into this matter should you ever visit your country again— a remote possibility, from all that I can hear of your countrymen." "Why, Sir, since Mr. Home wrote his tragedy of ' Douglas' " began Boswell, but he was inter rupted by the stranger. " What, you would condone his offence? * he cried. " The fact of your having a mind to do so shows that the clergy of your country are still sadly lax in their duty, Sir. They should have taught you better."

"And this is Dr. Johnson, Sir," said Goldsmith in tones of triumph. His relation sprang from his seat and advanced to the head of the table, bowing profoundly. " Dr. Johnson, " he cried, " I have long desired to meet you, Sir." "I am your servant, Mr. Dean," said Johnson, towering above him as he got — somewhat awkwardly — upon his feet. " No gentleman of your cloth, Sir — leaving aside for the moment all consideration of the eminence in the Church to which you have attained — fails to obtain my respect." " I am glad of that, Sir," said the Dean. " It shows that you, though a Nonconformist preacher, and, as I understand, abounding in zeal on behalf of the cause of which you are so able an advocate, are not disposed to relinquish the example of the great Wesley in his admiration for the Church."

"Sir," said Johnson, with great dignity, but with a scowl upon his face. "Sir, you are the victim of an error as gross as it is unaccountable. I am not a Nonconformist — on the contrary, I would give the rogues no quarter." "Sir," said the clergyman, with the air of one administering a rebuke to a subordinate. " Sir, such intoleration is unworthy of an enlightened country and an age of some culture. But I ask your pardon; finding you in the company of distinguished gentlem en, I was led to believe that you were the great Dr. Johnson, the champion of thc rights of conscience. I regret that I was mistaken." " Sir ! " cried Goldsmith, in great consternation — for Johnson was rendered speechless through being placed in the position of the rebuked, instead of occupying his accustomed place as the rebuker.

"Sir, this is the great Dr. Johnson — nay, there is no Dr. Johnson but one." " 'Tis so like your good nature, Cousin Oliver, to take the side of the weak," said the clergyman, smiling. " Well, well, we will take the honest gentleman's greatness for granted ; and, indeed, he is great in one sense: he is large enough to out weigh you and me put together in one scale. To such greatness we would do well to bow." " Heavens, Sir ! " said Boswell in a whisper that had something of awe in it. "Is it possible that you have never heard of Dr. Samuel Johnson?" "Alas! Sir," said the stranger, "I am but a country parson. I cannot be expected to know all the men who are called great in London. Of course, Mr. Burke and Sir Joshua Reynolds have a Euro pean reputation, but you, Mr. — Mr. — ah! you see I have e'en forgot your worthy name, Sir, though I doubt not you are one of London's greatest.

Pray, Sir, what have you written tliat entitles you to speak with such freedom in the presence of such gentle men as Mr. Burke, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and — I add with pride — Oliver Goldsmith ? " "I am the friend of Dr. Johnson, Sir," muttered Boswell. " And he has doubtless greatness enough — avoirdu pois — to serve for both! Pray, Oliver, as the gentleman from Scotland is too modest to speak for himself, tell me what he has written." " He has written many excellent works, Sir, in elud ing an account of Corsica," said Goldsmith with some stammering. "And his friend. Dr. Johnson, has he attained to an equally dizzy altitude in literature? " "You are surely jesting, Sir," said Goldsmith. " The world is familiar with Dr. Johnson's Dic tionary. " "Alas, I am but a country parson, as you know, Oliver, and I have no need for a dictionary, having been moderately well educated.

Has the work appeared recently, Dr. Johnson ? " But Dr. Johnson had turned his back upon the stranger, and picked up a volume which Tom Da vies, the bookseller, had sent to him at the Crown and Anchor, and had buried his face in its pages, Zbc 3essamy Bribe. 19 bending it, as was his wont, until the stitching had cracked, and the back was already loose. " Your great friend, Noll, is no lover of books, or he wo uld treat them with greater tenderness," said the clergyman. "I would fain hope that the purchasers of his Dictionary treat it more fairly than he does the work of others. When did he bring out his Dictionary?" " Eighteen years ago," said OUver. " And what books has he written within the intervening years?" " He has been a constant writer, Sir, and is the most highly esteemed of our authors."

"Nay, Sir, but give me a list of his books published within the past eighteen years, so that I may repair my deplorable ignorance. You, cousin, have written many works that the world would not will ingly be without; and I hear that you are about to add to that already honourable list; but your friend — oh, you have deceived me, Oliver! — he is no true "worker in literature, or he would not nay, he could not have remained idle all these years. How does he obtain his means of living if he will — not use his pen ? " "He has a pension from the King, Sir," stuttered Oliver. " I tell you, Sir, he is the most learned man in Europe." " His is a sad case," said the clergyman. "To refrain from administering to him the rebuke which he deserves would be to neglect an obvious duty." He took a few steps towards Johnson and raised his head.

Goldsmith fell into a chair and buried his face in his hands ; Boswell's jaw fell ; Burke and Reynolds looked by turns grave and amused. " Dr. Johnson," said the stranger, "I feel that it is my duty as a clergyman to urge upon you to amend your way of life." " Sir," shouted Johnson, " if you were not a clergy man I would say that you were a very impertinent fellow ! " " Your way of receiving a rebuke which your conscience — if you have one — tells you that you have earned, supplements in no small measure the know ledge of your character which I have obtained since entering this room, Sir. You may be a man of some parts, Dr. Johnson, but you have acknowledged yourself to be as intolerant in matters of religion as you have proved yourself to be intolerant of rebuke, offered to you in a friendly spirit.