“the panting steed the hero's empire feel,
who sits triumphant o'er the flying wheel,
and as he guides it through th' admiring throng,
with what an air he holds the reins, and smacks the silken thong!”
ordinary minds, in viewing distant objects, first see the obstacles that intervene, magnify the difficulty of surmounting them, and sit down in despair. the man of genius with his mind's-eye pointed steadfastly, like the needle towards the pole, on the object of his ambition, meets and conquers every difficulty in detail, and the mass dissolves before him as the mountain snow yields, drop by drop, to the progressive but invincible operation of the solar beam. our honourable friend was well aware that a perfect knowledge of the art of driving, and the character of a “first-rate whip,” were objects worthy his ambition; and that, to hold four-in-hand—turn a corner in style—handle the reins in form—take a fly off the tip of his leader's ear—square the elbows, and keep the wrists pliant, were matters as essential to the formation of a man of fashion as dice or milling: it was a principle he had long laid down and strictly adhered to, that whatever tended to the completion of that character, should be acquired to the very acmé of perfection, without regard to ulterior consequences, or minor pursuits.
in an early stage, therefore, of his fashionable course of studies, the whip became an object of careful solicitude; and after some private tuition, he first exhibited his prowess about twice a week, on the box of a windsor stage, tipping coachy a crown for the indulgence and improvement it afforded. few could boast of being more fortunate during a noviciate: two overturns only occurred in the whole course of practice, and except the trifling accident of an old lady being killed, a shoulder or two dislocated, and about half a dozen legs and arms [8]broken, belonging to people who were not at all known in high life, nothing worthy of notice may be said to have happened on these occasions. 'tis true, some ill-natured remarks appeared in one of the public papers, on the “conduct of coachmen entrusting the reins to young practitioners, and thus endangering the lives of his majesty's subjects;” but these passed off like other philanthropic suggestions of the day, unheeded and forgotten.
the next advance of our hero was an important step. the mail-coach is considered the school; its driver, the great master of the art—the phidias of the statuary—the claude of the landscape-painter. to approach him without preparatory instruction and study, would be like an attempt to copy the former without a knowledge of anatomy, or the latter, while ignorant of perspective. the standard of excellence—the model of perfection, all that the highest ambition can attain, is to approach as near as possible the original; to attempt a deviation, would be to bolt out of the course, snap the curb, and run riot. sensible of the importance of his character, accustomed to hold the reins of arbitrary power; and seated where will is law, the mail-whip carries in his appearance all that may be expected from his elevated situation. stern and sedate in his manner, and given to taciturnity, he speaks sententiously, or in monosyllables. if he passes on the road even an humble follower of the profession, with four tidy ones in hand, he views him with ineffable contempt, and would consider it an irreparable disgrace to appear conscious of the proximity. should it be a country gentleman of large property and influence, and he held the reins, and handled the whip with a knowledge of the art, so to “get over the ground,” coachy might, perhaps, notice him “en passant,” by a slight and familiar nod; but it is only the peer, or man of first-rate sporting celebrity, that is honoured with any thing like a familiar mark of approbation and acquaintance; and these, justly appreciating the proud distinction, feel higher gratification by it than any thing the monarch could bestow: it is an inclination of the head, not forward, in the manner of a nod, but towards the off shoulder, accompanied with a certain jerk and elevation from the opposite side. but here neither pen nor pencil can depict; it belongs to him alone whose individual powers can nightly keep the house [9]in a roar, to catch the living manner and present it to the eye.
“——a merrier man
within the limit of becoming mirth,
i never spent an hour's talk withall:
his eye begets occasion for his wit;
for every object that the one doth catch
the other turns to a mirth-moving jest.”
and now, gentle reader, if the epithet means any thing, you cannot but feel disposed to good humour and indulgence: instead of rattling you off, as was proposed at our last interview, and whirling you at the rate of twelve miles an hour, exhausted with fatigue, and half dead in pursuit of life, we have proceeded gently along the road, amusing ourselves by the way, rather with drawing than driving. 'tis high time, however, we made some little progress in our journey: “come bob, take the reins—push on—keep moving—touch up the leader into a hand-gallop—give snarler his head—that's it my tight one, keep out of the ruts—mind your quartering—not a gig, buggy, tandem, or tilbury, have we yet seen on the road—what an infernal place for a human being to inhabit!—curse me if i had not as lief emigrate to the back settlements of america: one might find some novelty and amusement there—i'd have the woods cleared—cut out some turnpike-roads, and, like palmer, start the first mail”——“stop, tom, don't set off yet to the illinois—here's something ahead, but what the devil it is i cant guess—why it's a barge on wheels, and drove four-in-hand.”—“ha, ha—barge indeed, bob, you seem to know as much about coaches as snarler does of back-gammon: i suppose you never see any thing in this quarter but the old heavy bridgewater—why we have half a dozen new launches every week, and as great a variety of names, shape, size, and colour, as there are ships in the navy—we have the heavy coach, light coach, caterpillar, and mail—the balloon, comet, fly, dart, regulator, telegraph, courier, times, high-flyer, hope, with as many others as would fill a list as long as my tandem-whip. what you now see is one of the new patent safety-coaches—you can't have an overturn if you're ever so disposed for a spree. the old city cormorants, after a gorge of mock-turtle, turn into them for a journey, and drop off in a [10]nap, with as much confidence of security to their neck and limbs as if they had mounted a rocking-horse, or drop't into an arm-chair.”—“ah! come, the scene improves, and becomes a little like life—here's a dasher making up to the safety—why its—no, impossible—can't be—gad it is tho'—the dart, by all that's good! and drove by hell-fire dick!—there's a fellow would do honour to any box—drove the cambridge fly three months—pass'd every thing on the road, and because he overturned in three or four hard matches, the stupid rascals of proprietors moved him off the ground. joe spinum, who's at corpus christi, matched dick once for 50, when he carried five inside and thirteen at top, besides heavy luggage, against the other cambridge—never was a prettier race seen at newmarket—dick must have beat hollow, but a d——d fat alderman who was inside, and felt alarmed at the velocity of the vehicle, moved to the other end of the seat: this destroyed the equilibrium—over they went, into a four-feet ditch, and joe lost his match. however, he had the satisfaction of hearing afterwards, that the old cormorant who occasioned his loss, had nearly burst himself by the concussion.”
“see, see!—dick's got up to, and wants to give the safety the go by—gad, its a race—go it dick—now safety—d——d good cattle both—lay it in to 'em dick—leaders neck and neck—pretty race by g——! ah, its of no use safety—dick wont stand it—a dead beat—there she goes—all up—over by jove “——“i can't see for that tree—what do you say tom, is the race over?”—“race, ah! and the coach too—knew dick would beat him—would have betted the long odds the moment i saw it was him.”
the tandem had by this time reached the race-course, and the disaster which tom had hardly thought worth noticing in his lively description of the sport, sure enough had befallen the new 'patent safety, which was about mid way between an upright and a side position, supported by the high and very strong quicksett-hedge against which it hath fallen. our heroes dismounted, left flip at the leader's head, and with ned, the other groom, proceeded to offer their services. whilst engaged in extricating the horses, which had become entangled in their harness, and were kicking and plunging, their attention was arrested by the screams and outrageous vociferations of a very fat, middle-aged woman, who had [11]been jerked from her seat on the box to one not quite so smooth—the top of the hedge, which, with the assistance of an old alder tree, supported the coach. tom found it impossible to resist the violent impulse to risibility which the ludicrous appearance of the old lady excited, and as no serious injury was sustained, determined to enjoy the fun.
“if e'er a pleasant mischief sprang to view,
at once o'er hedge and ditch away he flew,
nor left the game till he had run it down.”
approaching her with all the gravity of countenance he was master of—“madam,” says he, “are we to consider you as one of the sylvan deities who preside over these scenes, or connected in any way with the vehicle?”—“wehicle, indeed, you hunhuman-brutes, instead of assisting a poor distressed female who has been chuck'd from top of that there safety-thing, as they calls it, into such a dangerous pisition, you must be chuckling and grinning, must you? i only wish my husband, mr. giblet, was here, he should soon wring your necks, and pluck some of your fine feathers for you, and make you look as foolish as a peacock without his tail.” mrs. giblet's ire at length having subsided, she was handed down in safety on terra firma, and our heroes transferred their assistance to the other passengers. the violence of the concussion had burst open the coach-door on one side, and a london dandy, of the exquisite genus, lay in danger of being pressed to a jelly beneath the weight of an infirm and very stout old farmer, whom they had pick'd up on the road; and it was impossible to get at, so as to afford relief to the sufferers, till the coach was raised in a perpendicular position. the farmer was no sooner on his legs, than clapping his hand with anxious concern into an immense large pocket, he discovered that a bottle of brandy it contained was crack'd, and the contents beginning to escape: “i ax pardon, young gentleman,” says he, seizing a hat that the latter held with great care in his hand, and applying it to catch the liquor—“i ax pardon for making so free, but i see the hat is a little out of order, and can't be much hurt; and its a pity to waste the liquor, such a price as it is now-a-days.”—“sir, what do you mean, shouldn't have thought of your taking such liberties indeed, but makes good the old saying—impudence and [12]ignorance go together: my hat out of order, hey! i'd have you to know, sir, that that there hat was bought of lloyd, in newgate-street,{1} only last thursday,-and cost eighteen shillings; and if you look at the book in his vindow on hats, dedicated to the head, you'll find that this here hat is a real exquisite; so much for what you know about hats, my old fellow—i burst my stays all to pieces in saving it from being squeezed out of shape, and now this old brute has made a brandy-bottle of it.”—“oh! oh! my young miss in disguise,” replied the farmer, “i thought i smelt a rat when the captain left the coach, under pretence of walking up the hill—what, i suppose vou are bound for gretna, both of vou, hev young lady?”
every thing appertaining to the coach being now righted, our young friends left the company to adjust their quarrels and pursue their journey at discretion, anxious to reach the next town as expeditiously as possible, where they purposed sleeping for the night. they mounted the tandem, smack went the whip, and in a few minutes the stage-coach and its motley group had disappeared.
having reached their destination, and passed the night comfortably, they next morning determined to kill an hour or two in the town; and were taking a stroll arm in arm, when perceiving by a playbill, that an amateur of fashion from the theatres royal, drury lane and haymarket, was just come in, and would shortly come out,
1 it would be injustice to great talents, not to notice,
among other important discoveries and improvements of the
age, the labours of lloyd, who has classified and arranged
whatever relates to that necessary article of personal
elegance, the hat. he has given the world a volume on the
subject of hats, dedicated to their great patron, the head,
in which all the endless varieties of shape, dependent
before on mere whim and caprice, are reduced to fixed
principles, and designated after the great characters by
which each particular fashion was first introduced. the
advantages to gentlemen residing in the country must be
incalculable: they have only to refer to the engravings in
mr. lloyd's work, where every possible variety is clearly
defined, and to order such as may suit the rank or character
in life they either possess, or wish to assume. the
following enumeration comprises a few of the latest fashions:
—the wellington—the regent—the caroline—the
bashful—the dandy—the shallow—the exquisite—the marquis
—the new dash—the clerieus—the tally-ho—the noble lord—
the taedum—the bang-up—the irresistible—the bon ton—the
paris beau—the baronet—the eccentric—the bit of blood,
&c.
[13]in a favourite character, they immediately directed their steps towards a barn, with the hope of witnessing a rehearsal. chance introduced them to the country manager, and tom having asked several questions about this candidate, was assured by mr. mist:
“oh! he is a gentleman-performer, and very useful to us managers, for he not only finds his own dresses and properties, but 'struts and frets his hour on the stage without any emoluments. his aversion to salary recommended him to the lessee of drury-lane theatre, though his services had been previously rejected by the sub-committee.”
“can it be that game-cock, the gay lothario,” said tom, “who sports an immensity of diamonds?”—
of coates's frolics he of course well knew, rare pastime for the ragamuffin crew! who welcome with the crowing of a cock, this hero of the buskin and sock.
“oh! no,” rejoined mr. mist, “that cock don't crow now: this gentleman, i assure you, has been at a theatrical school; he was instructed by the person who made master bettv a young roscius.”
tom shook his head, as if he doubted the abilities of this instructed actor. to be a performer, he thought as arduous as to be a poet; and if poeta nascitur, non fit—consequently an actor must have natural abilities.
“and pray what character did this gentleman enact at drury-lane theatre?”
“hamlet, prince of denmark,” answered mr. mist—“shakespeare is his favourite author.”
“and what said the critics—'to be, or not to be'—i suppose he repeated the character?”
“oh! sir, it was stated in the play-bill, that he met with great applause, and he was announced for the character again; but, as the free list was not suspended, and our amateur dreaded some hostility from that quarter, he performed the character by proxy, and repeated it at the little theatre in the haymarket.”
“then the gentlemen of the free list,” remarked bob, “are free and easy?”
“yes—yes—they laugh and cough whenever they please: indeed, they are generally excluded whenever a [14]full house is expected, as ready money is an object to the poor manager of drury-lane theatre. the british press, however, is always excepted.”
“the british press!—oh! you mean the newspapers,” exclaimed tom—“then i dare say they were very favourable to this amateur of fashion?”
“no—not very—indeed; they don't join the manager in his puffs, notwithstanding his marked civility to them: one said he was a methodist preacher, and sermonized the character—another assimilated him to a school-boy saying his lesson—in short, they were very ill-natured—but hush—here he is—walk in, gentlemen, and you shall hear him rehearse some of king richard”—
“king richard!” what ambition! thought bob to himself—“late a prince, and now—a king!”
“i assure you,” continued mr. mist, “that all his readings are new; but according to my humble observation, his action does not always suit the word—for when he exclaims—' may hell make crook'd my mind,' he looks up to heaven”—
“looks up to heaven!” exclaimed tom; “then this london star makes a solecism with his eyes.”
our heroes now went into the barn, and took a private corner, when they remained invisible. their patience was soon exhausted, and bob and his honourable cousin were both on the fidgits, when the representative of king richard exclaimed—
“give me a horse——”
“—whip!” added tom with stunning vociferation, before king richard could bind up his wounds. the amateur started, and betrayed consummate embarrassment, as if the horsewhip had actually made its entrance. tom and his companion stole away, and left the astounded monarch with the words—“twas all a dream.”
while returning to the inn, our heroes mutually commented on the
ambition and folly of those amateurs of fashion, who not only sacrifice
time and property, but absolutely take abundant pains to render
themselves ridiculous. “certainly,” says tom, “this cacoethes ludendi
has made fools of several: this infatuated youth though not possessed
of a single requisite for the stage, no doubt flatters himself he is
a second kean; and, regardless [15]of his birth and family, he will
continue his strolling life
till the broad shame comes staring in his face,
and critics hoot the blockhead as he struts.”
having now reached the inn, and finding every thing adjusted for their procedure, our heroes mounted their vehicle, and went in full gallop for real life in london.
