The History of Pendennis ... With illustrations on wood by the author

Preface

. IF this kind of composition, of which the two years' product is now laid before the public, fail in art, as it constantly does and must, it at least has the advantage of a certain truth and honesty, which a work more elaborate might lose. In his constant communication with the reader, the writer is forced into frankness of expression, and to speak out his mind and feelings as they urge him. Many a slip of the pen and the printer, many a word spoken in haste, he sees and would recall as he looks over his volume. It is a sort of confidential talk between writer and reader, which must often be dull, must often flag. In the course of his volubility, the perpetual speaker must of necessity lay bare his own weaknesses, vanities, peculiarities. And as we judge of a man's character, after long frequenting his society, not by one speech, or by one mood or opinion, or by one day's talk, but by the tenor of his general bearing and conversation ; so of a writer who delivers himself up to you perforce unreservedly, you say, Is he honest ?

Does he seem actuated by a desire to find out and speak it ? Is he a quack, who shams sentiment, or mouths for effect ? Does he seek popularity by claptraps or other arts ? I can no more ignore good fortune than any other chance which has befallen me. I have found many thousands more readers than I ever looked for. I have no right to say to these, You shall not find fault with my art, or fall asleep over my pages ; but I ask you to believe that this person writing strives to tell the truth. If there is not that, there is nothing. Perhaps the lovers of "excitement" may care to know, this book began with a very precise plan, which was entirely put aside. Ladies and gentlemen, you were to have been treated, and the writer's and the publisher's pocket benefited, by the recital of the most active horrors. What more exciting than a ruffian (with many admirable vi.

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. virtues) in St. Giles's, visited constantly by a young lady from Belgravia? What more stirring than the contrasts of society ? the mixture of slang and fashionable language ? the escapes, the battles the murders ? Nay, up to nine o'clock this very morning, my poor friend, Colonel Altamont, was doomed to execution, and the author only relented when his victim was actually at the window. The "exciting" plan was laid aside (with a very honour able forbearance on the part of the publishers), because, on attempting it, I found that I failed from want of experience of my subject ; and never having been intimate with any convict in my life, and the manners of ruffians and goal birds being quite unfamiliar to me, the idea of entering into competition with Mr. Eugene Sue was abandoned. To describe a real rascal, you must make him so horrible that he would be too hideous to show ; and unless the painter paints him fairly, I hold he has no right to show him at all.

Even the gentlemen of our age — this is an attempt to describe one of them, no better nor worse than most educated men — even these we cannot show as they are, with the notorious foibles and selfishness of their lives and their education. Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, no writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict to his utmost power a man. We must drape him, and give him a certain conventional simper. Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art. Many ladies have remonstrated and subscribers left me, because in the course of the story, I described a young man resisting and affected by temptation. My object was to say, that he had the passions to feel, and the manliness and generosity to overcome them. You will not hear— it is best to know it — what moves in the real world, what passes in society, in the clubs, colleges, mess-rooms, — what is the life and talk of your sons.

A little more frankness than is customary has been attempted in this story ; with no bad desire on the writer's part, it is hoped, and with no ill consequence to any reader. If truth is not always pleasant ; at any rate truth is best, from whatever chair — from those whence graver writers or thinkers argue, as from that at which the story teller sits as he concludes his labour, and bids his kind reader farewell. Kensington, Nov. 26th, 1850. CONTENTS. chatter. page. 1. Shows how First Love may interrupt Breakfast ... 1 II. A Pedigree and other Family Matters ... ... 6 III. In which Pendennis appears as a very Young Man indeed... ... .. ... ... ... 21 IV. Mrs. Haller ... ... ... ... .. ... 33 V. Mrs. Haller at Home ... ... ... ... 41 VI. Contains Both Love and War ... ... ... 54 VII. In which the Major makes his Appearance ... 65 VIII.

In which Pen is kept waiting at the Door, while the Reader is informed who little Laura was ... 73 IX. In which the Major opens the Campaign ... ... 84 X. Facing the Enemy ... ... ... ... 91 XL Negotiation ... ... ... ... .... ... 97 / XII. In which a Shooting Match is proposed ... ... 106 , XIII. A Crisis ... ... ... ... ... ... 114 XIV. In which Miss Fotheringay makes a new Engagement 122 XV. The Happy Village ... ... ... ... ... 129 XVI. Which concludes the First Part of this History 139 XVII. Alma Mater ... ... ... ... ... ... 155 XVIII. Pendennis of Boniface ... ... ... ... 164 XIX. Rake's Progress ... ... ... ... ... 177 XX. Flight after Defeat ... ... ... ... 185 XXI. Prodigal's Return ... ... ... ... ... 192 XXII. New Faces ... ... 201 XXIII. A Little Innocent ... .. ... ... ... 217 XXIV.

Contains both Love and Jealousy ... ... 226 XXV. A House full of Visitors ... ... ... ... 235 XXVI. Contains some Ball-practising ... ... ... 248 XXVII. Which is both Quarrelsome and Sentimental ... 256 XXVIII. Babylon .. ... ... 269 XXIX. The Knights of the Temple ... ... ... ... 280 XXX. Old and New Acquaintances ... ... ... 2S8 XXXI. In which the Printer's Devil comes to the Door ... 300 XXXII. Which is passed in the Neighbourhood of Ludgate Hill ... ... ... ' ... ... ... 312 XXX11I. In which the History still hovers about Fleet Street CONTEXTS. Til, CHAPTER. PA.?io XXXIV. A Dinner in the Row ... ... ... ••• *« XXXV. The "Pall Mall Gazette" ... ... ••• 3-38 XXXVI. Where Pen appears in Town and Country... ... 344 XXXVII. In which the Sylph reappears... ... •■• 358 XXXVIII. In which' Colonel Altamont appears and disappears 366 XXXIX.

Relates to Mr. Harry Foker's Affairs .., 375 XL. Carries the Reader both to Richmond and Greenwich 386 XLI. Contains a Novel Incident ... ... ••• 395 XLII. Alsatia ••• 406 XLIII. In which the CoTlonel narrates some of his Adventures ... ... ... ■•■ ••■ ••• ■"•' XLIV. A Chapter of Conversations ... ... ... 424 XLV. Miss Amory's Partners ... ... ... ■•• 437 XLVI. Monseigneur s'amuse ... ... ... ,■■ 448 XLVII. A Visit of Politeness ... ... •■■ ... 462 XLVIII. In Shepherd's Inn ... ... ... ... 468 XLIX. In or near the Temple Garden ... ... ... 474 L. The Happy Village again ... ... ... 483 LI. Which had very nearly been the last of the Story ... 489 LIL A Critical Chapter ... ... ... ... 500 LIII. Convalescence ... ... ... ... •- 510 LIV. Fanny's Occupation's gone ... ... ... 522 LV. In which Fanny engages a new Medical Man ... 533 LVI.

Foreign Ground ... ... ... ... 544 * LVII. "Fairoaks to. let" ... ... ... ... ... 555 • LVIII. Old Friends ... ... ... ... ... 565 LIX. Explanations ... ... ... ... ... 577 LX. Conversations ... ... ... .. ... 584 LXI. The Way of the World ... ... ... ... 597 LXII. Which accounts perhaps for Chapter LXI ... 611 LXIII. Phillis and Corydon ... ...- ... ... 624 LXIV. Temptation ... ... ... ... ... 629 LXV. In which Pen begins his Canvass. ... ... ... 640 LXVI. In which Pen begins to doubt his Election ... 649 LXVII. In which the Major is bidden to stand and deliver 661 LXVIII. In which the Major neither yields his Money nor his Life. ... ... ... .... ... ... 671 LXIX. In which Pendennis counts his Eggs ... ... 679 LXX. Fiat Justitia ... ... ... ... ... 685 LXXI. In which the Decks begin to clear ... ... 693 LXXII.

Mr. and Mrs. Sam Huxter ... ... ... ... 701 LXXIII. Shows how Arthur had better have taken a Return-Ticket ... ... ... ... 711 LXXIV. A Chapter of Match-Making ... ... ... 718 LXXV. Exeunt Omnes .. ... ... ... ... PENDENNIS

Chapter I. Shows How Fiest Love May Intekhupt Beeakf

\ST. ONE fine morning in the full London season, Major Arthur Pendennis came over from his lodgings, according to his customs to breakfast at a certain Club in Pall Mall, of which he was a chief ornament. At a quarter past ten the Major invariably made his appearance in the best blacked boots in all London, with a checked morning cravat that never was rumpled until dinner-time, a buff waist coat which bore the crown of his sovereign on the buttons, and linen so spotless that Mr. Brummel himself asked the name of his laundress, and would probably have employed her had not misfortunes compelled that great man to fly the country. Pendennis's coat, his white gloves, his whiskers, his very cane, were perfect of their kind as specimens of the costume of a military man en retraite. At a distance, or seeing his back merely, you would have taken him to be not more than thirty years old : it was only by a nearer inspection that you saw the facti tious nature of his rich brown hair, and that there were a few crows feet round about the somewhat faded eyes of his handsome mottled face.

His nose was of the Wellington pattern. His hands and wristbands were beautifully long and white. On the latter he wore handsome gold buttons given to Him by his Royal Highness the Duke of York, and on the others more than one elegant ring, the chief and largest of them being emblazoned with the famous arms of Pendennis. He always took possession of the same table in the same corner of the room, from which nobody ever now thought of ousting him. One or two mad wagsand wild fellows had, in former days, endeavoured to deprive him of this place ; but there was a quiet dignity in the Major's manner as he took his seat at the next table, and surveyed PENDENNIS. the interlopers, which rendered it impossible for any man to sit and breakfast under his eye; and that table — by the (ire, and yet near the window — became his own.

His letters were laid out there in expectation of his arrival, and many was the young fellow about town who looked with wonder at the number of those notes, and at the seals and franks which they bore. If there was any question about etiquette, society, who was married to whom, of what age such and such a duke was, Pendennis was the man to whom every one appealed. Marchion esses used to drive up to the Club, and leave notes for him, or fetch him out. He was perfectly affable. The young men liked to walk with him in the Park or down Pall Mall ; for he touched his hat to everybody, and every other man he met was a lord. The Major sate down at his accustomed table then, and while the waiters went to bring him his toast and his hot newspaper, he surveyed his letters through his gold double eye-glass, and examined one pretty note after another, and laid them by in order.

There were large solemn dinner cards, suggestive of three courses and heavy con versation; there were neat little confidential notes, conveying female entreaties ; there was a note on thick official paper from the Marquis of Steyne, telling him to come to Richmond to a little party at the Star and Garter ; and another from the Bishop of Ealing and Mrs. Trail, requesting the honour of Major Pendennis's company at Ealing House, all of which letters Pendennis read gracefully, and with the more satisfaction, because Glowry, the Scotch surgeon, breakfasting opposite to him was looking on, and hating him for having so many invitations, which nobody ever sent to Glowry. These perused, the Major took out his pocket-book to see on what days he was disengaged, and which of these many hospitable calls he could afford to accept or decline.

He threw over Cutler, the East India Director, in Baker Street, in order to dine with Lord Steyne and the little French party at the Star and Garter — the Bishop he accepted, because, though the dinner was slow, he liked to dine with bishops — and so went through his list and disposed of them according to his fancy or interest. Then he took his breakfast and looked over the paper, the gazette, the births, and deaths, and the fashionable intelligence, to see that his name was down among the guests at my Lord So-and-so's fete, and in the inter vals of these occupations carried on cheerful conversation with his acquaintances about the room. Among the letters which formed Major Pendennis's budget for that morning there was only one unread, and which lay solitary and apart from all the fashionable London letters, with a country post mark and a homely seal.

The superscription was in a pretty delicate knuuls! haud, marked " immediate " by the fair writer ; yet the Major PENDENNIS. 3 had, for reasons of his owb, neglected up to the present moment his humble rural petitioner, who, to be sure, could hardly hope t® get a hearing among so many grand folks who attended his levee. The fact was, this was a letter from a female relative of Pendennis, and while the grandees of her brothel's acquaintance were received and got their interview, and drove off, as it were, the patient country letter remained for a long time waiting for an audience in the ante-chamber, under the slop-basin. At last it came to be this letter's turn, and the Major broke a seal with " Fairoaks" engraved upon it, and " Clavering St. Mary's " for a post-mark. It was a double letter, and the Major commenced perusing the envelope before he attacked the inner epistle.

" Is it a letter from another Jook ? " growled Mr. Glowry, inwardly. " Pendennis would not be leaving that to the last, I'm thinking." " My dear Major Pendennis," the letter ran, " I beg and implore you to come to me immediately " — very likely, thought Pendennis, and Steyne's dinner to-day — " I am in the greatest grief and perplexity. My dearest boy, who has been hitherto everything the fondest mother could wish, is grieving me dreadfully. He has formed — " I can hardly write it — a passion, an infatuation," — the Major grinned — " for an actress who has been performing here. She is at least twelve years older than Arthur — who will not be eighteen till next February — and the wretched boy insists upon marrying her." " Hay ! What's making Pendennis swear now ? " — Mr. Glowry asked of himself, for rage and wonder were concentrated in the Major's open mouth, as he read this astounding announcement.

" Do, my dear friend," the grief-stricken lady went on, " come to me instantly on the receipt of this ; and, as Arthur's guardian, entreat, command, the wretched child to give up this most deplorable resolu tion." And, after more entreaties to the above effect, the writer con cluded by signing herself the Major's " unhappy, affectionate sister, Helen Pendennis." " Fairoaks, Tuesday " — the Major concluded, reading the last words of the letter — " A d — d pretty business at Fairoaks, Tuesday; now let us see what the boy has to say ; " and he took the other letter, which was written in a great floundering boy's hand, and sealed with the large signet of the Pendennises, even larger than the Major's own, and with supplementary wax sputtered all round the seal, in token of the writer's tremulousness and agitation.

The epistle ran thus — " Fairoaks, Monday, Midnight. " My dear Uncle, " Iu informing you of my engagement with Miss Costigan, daughter of PENDENNIS. Chesterfield Costigan, Esq., of Cosuganstown, but, perhaps, better known to you under her professional name of Miss Fotheringay, of the Theatres Royal Drury Lane and Crow Street, and of the Norwich and Welsh Circuit, I am aware that I make an announcement which cannot, according to the present prejudices of society at least, be welcome to my family. My dearest mother, on whom, God knows, I would wish to inflict no needless pain, is deeply moved and grieved, I am sorry to say, by the intelligence which I have this night conveyed to her. I beseech you, my dear Sir, to come down and reason with her and console her. Although obliged by poverty to earn an honourable maintenance by the exercise of her splendid talents, Miss Costigan 's family is as ancient and noble as our own.

When our ancestor, Ralph Pendennis, landed with Richard II. in Ireland, my Emily's forefathers were kings of that country. I have the information from Mr. Costigan, who, life yourself, is a military man. " It is in vain I have attempted to argue with my dear mother, and prove to her that a young lady of irreproachable character and lineage, endowed with the most splendid gifts of beauty and genius, who devotes herself to the exer cise of one of the noblest professions, for the sacred purpose of maintaining her family, is a being whom we should all love and reverence, rather than avoid : — my poor mother has prejudices which it is impossible for my logic to over come, and refuses to welcome to her arms one who is disposed to be her most affectionate daughter through life. "Although Miss Costigan is some years older than myself, that circum stance does not operate as a barrier to my affection, and I am sure will not influence its duration.

A love like mine, Sir, I feel, is contracted once and for ever. As I never had dreamed of love until I saw her — I feel now that I shall die without ever knowing another passion. It is the fate of my life ; and having loved once, I should despise myself, and be unworthy of my name as a gentleman, if I hesitated to abide by my passion ; if I did not give aW where I felt all, and endow the woman who loves me fondly with my whole heart and my whole fortune. " I press for a speedy marriage with my Emily — for why, in truth, should it be delayed . A delay implies a doubt, which I cast from me as unworthy. It is impossible that my sentiments can change towards Emily — that at any age she can be anything but the sole object of my love. Why, then, wait ? I entreat you, my dear Uncle, to come down and reconcile my dear mother to our union, and I address you as a man of the world, qui mores hominum multorum vidit et urbes, who will not feel any of the weak scruples and fears which agitate a lady who has scarcely ever left her village.

"Pray come down to us immediately. I am quite confident that — apart from considerations of fortune — you will admire and approve of my Emily. " Your affectionate Nephew, "Arthur Pendennis, Jr." When the Major had concluded the perusal of this letter, his countenance assumed an expression of such rage and horror that Glowry, the surgeon, felt in his pocket for his lancet, which he always carried in his card-case, and thought his respected friend was going into a fit. The intelligence was indeed sufficient to agitate Pendennis. The head of the Pendennises going to marry an actress ten years his senior, — the head-strong boy about to plunge into matrimony. " The mother has spoiled the young rascal," groaned the Major inwardly, PENDENNIS. 5 " with her cursed sentimentality and romantic rubbish.

My nephew marry a tragedy queen ! Gracious mercy, people will laugh at me so that I shall not dare show my head ! " And he thought with an inexpressible pang that he must give up Lord Steyne's dinner at Richmond, and must lose his rest and pass the night in an abominable tight mail-coach, instead of taking pleasure, as he had promised him self, in some of the most agreeable and select society in England. He quitted his breakfast-table for the adjoining writing-room, and there ruefully wrote off refusals to the Marquis, the Earl, the Bishop, and all his entertainers ; and he ordered his servant to take places in the mail-coach for that evening, of course charging the sum which he disbursed for the seats to the account of the widow and the young scapegrace of whom he was guardian. PENDE.XNIS.

Chapter II

A PEDIGREE AND OTHER FAMILY MATTERS. EARLY in the Regency of George the Magnificent, there lived in a small town in the west of England, called Clavering, a gentle man whose name was Pendennis. There were those alive who remembered having seen his name painted on a board, which was surmounted by a gilt pestle and mortar over the door of a very humble little shop in the city of Bath, where Mr. Pendennis exercised the profession of apothecary and surgeon ; and where he not only attended gentlemen in their sick-rooms, and ladies at the most interest ing periods of their lives, but would condescend to sell a brown-paper plaster to a farmer's wife across the counter — or to vend tooth brushes, hair-powder, and London perfumery. And yet that little apothecary who sold a stray customer a penny worth of salts, or a more fragrant cake of Windsor soap, was a gentle man of good education, and of as old a family as any in the whole county of Somerset.

He had a Cornish pedigree which carried the Pendennises up to the time of the Druids, — and who knows how much farther back ? They had intermarried with the Normans at a very late period of their family existence, and they were related to all the great families of Wales and Brittany. Pendennis had had a piece of University education too, and might have pursued that career with honour, but in his second year at Oxbridge his father died insolvent, and poor Pen was obliged to betake himself to the pestle and apron. He always detested the trade, and it was only necessity, and the offer of his mother's brother, a London apothecary of low family, into which Pendennis's father had demeaned himself by marrying, that forced John Pendennis into so odious a calling. He quickly after his apprenticeship parted from the coarse-minded practitioner his relative, and set up for himself at Bath with his modest medical ensign.

He had for some time a hard struggle with poverty ; and it was all he could do to keep the shop in decent repair, and his bed-ridden mother in comfort : but Lady Ribstone happening to be passing to the Rooms with an intoxicated Irish chairman who bumped her ladyship up against Pen's very door-post, and drove his chair-pole through the handsomest pink-bottle in the surgeon's window, alighted PENDENNIS. 7 screaming from her vehicle, and was accommodated with a chair in Mr. Pendennis's shop, where she was brought round with cinnamon and sal-volatile. Mr. Pendennis's manners were so uncommonly gentlemanlike and soothing, that her ladyship, the wife of Sir Peter Ribstone, of Codling bury, in the county of Somerset, Bart., appointed her preserver, as she called him, apothecary to her person and family, which was very large.

Master Ribstone coming home for the Christmas holidays from Eton, over-ate himself and had a fever, in which Mr. Pendennis treated him with the greatest skill and tenderness. In a word, he got the good graces of the Codlingbury family, and from that day began to prosper. The good company of Bath patronised him, and amongst the ladies especially he was beloved and admired. First his humble little shop became a smart one: then he discarded the selling of tooth brushes and perfumery : then he shut up the shop altogether, and only had a little surgery attended by a genteel young man : then he had a gig with a man to drive him ; and, before her exit from this world, his poor old mother had the happiness of seeing from her bed room window, to which her chair was rolled, her beloved John step into a close carriage of his own, a one-horse carriage if, is true, but with the arms of the family of Pendennis handsomely emblazoned on the panels.

" What would Arthur say now ? " she asked, speaking of a younger son of hers — " who never so much as once came to see my dearest Johnny through all the time of his poverty and struggles ! " " Captain Pendennis is with his regiment in India, mother," Mr. Pendennis remarked, " and, if you please, I wish you would not call me Johnny before the young man — before Mr. Parkins." Presently the day came when she ceased to call her son by any title of endearment or affection ; and his house was very lonely with out lhat kind though querulous voice. He had his night-bell altered and placed in the room in which the good old lady had grumbled for many a long year, and he slept in the great large bed there. He was upwards of forty years old when these events bes el : before the war was over ; before George the Magnificent came to the throne ; before this history indeed : but what is a gentleman without his pedigree?

Pendennis, by this time, had his handsomely framed and glazed, and hanging up in his drawing-room between the pictures of Codlingbury House in Somersetshire, and St. Boniface's College, Oxford, where he had passed the brief and happy days of his early manhood. As for the pedigree, he had taken it out of a trunk, as Sterne's officer ctilled for his sword, now that he was a gentleman and could show it. About the lime of Mrs. Pendennis's demise, another of her son's patients likewise died at Bath ; that virtuous old woman, old Lady Pontypool, daughter of Reginald twelfth Earl of Bareacres, and by PENDENNIS. consequence great-grand-aunt to the present Earl, and widow of John second Lord Pontypool, and likewise of the Reverend Jonas Wales, of the Armageddon Chapel, Clifton. For the last five years of her life her ladyship had been attended to by Miss Helen Thistlewood, a very distant relative of the noble house of Bareacres, before mentioned, and daughter of Lieutenant R. Thistlewood, R.N., killed at the battle of Copenhagen. - Under Lady Pontypool's roof Miss Thistlewood found a shelter : the Doctor, who paid his visits to my Lady Ponty pool at least twice a day, could not but remark the angelic sweetness and kindness with which the young lady bore her elderly relative's ill temper ; and it was as they were going in the fourth mourning coach to attend her ladyship's venerated remains to Bath Abbey, where they now repose, that he looked at her sweet pale face and resolved upon putting a certain question to her, the very nature of which made his pulse beat ninety, at least.

He was older than she by more than twenty years, and at no time the most ardent of men. Perhaps he had had a love affair in early life which he had to strangle — perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens : well, at three and-forty he was a collected quiet little gentleman in black stockings with a bald head, and a few days after the ceremony he called to see her, and, as he felt her pulse, he kept hold of her hand in his, and asked her where she was going to live now that the Pontypool family had come down upon the property, which was being nailed into boxes, and packed into hampers, and swaddled up with haybands, and buried in straw, and locked under three keys in green-baize plate-chests,and carted away under the eyes of poor Miss Helen, — he asked her where she was going to live finally.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she said she did not know. She had a little money. The old lady had left her a thousand pounds, indeed; and she would go into a boarding house or into a school : in fine, she did not know where. Then Pendennis, looking into her pale face, aud keeping hold of her cold little hand, asked her if she would come and live with him? He was old compared to — to so blooming a young lady as Miss Thistlewood (Pendennis was of the grave old complimentary school of gentlemen and apothecaries), but he was of good birth, and, he flattered himself, of good principles and temper. His prospects were good, and daily mending. He was alone in the world, and had need of a kind and constant companion, whom it would be the study of his life to make happy ; in a word, he recited to her a little speech, which he had composed that morning in bed, and rehearsed and perfected in his carriage, as he was coming to wait upon the young ladv.