“place me, thou great supreme, in that blest state,

unknown to those the silly world call great,

where all my wants may be with ease supply'd,

yet nought superfluous to pamper pride.”

[36]it will be seen in the previous chapter, that the formal ceremony of a fashionable introduction, such as—“mr. sparkle, my friend mr. robert tallyho, of belville hall; mr. tallyho, mr. charles sparkle,” was altogether omitted; indeed, the abrupt entrance of the latter rendered it utterly impossible, for although sparkle was really a well-bred man, he had heard from lady jane of tom's arrival with his young friend from the country. etiquette between themselves, was at all times completely unnecessary, an air of gaiety and freedom, as the friend of dashall, was introduction enough to bob, and consequently this point of good breeding was wholly unnoticed by all the party; but we are not yet sufficiently acquainted with our readers to expect a similar mode of proceeding will be overlooked; we shall therefore lose no time in giving our promised account of mr. sparkle, and beg to introduce him accordingly.

mr. reader, mr. sparkle; mr. sparkle, mr. reader.

hold, sir, what are you about? you have bewildered yourself with etiquette, and seem to know as little about life in london as the novice you have already introduced—by the way, that introduction was one of the most extraordinary i ever met with; this may be equally so for ought i know; and i really begin to suspect you are an extraordinary fellow yourself. how can you introduce me, of whom you know nothing?

egad, i believe you have me there—“a palpable hit, my lord,” (or my lady, for i certainly cannot say which;) i was getting myself into an awkward dilemma, but i hate suspicion—

“suspicion ever haunts the guilty mind.”

[37]methinks i see a frown, but i meant no offence, and if you throw down my book in a rage, you will perhaps not only remain ignorant of mr. sparkle, but, what is more important, of those other numerous fashionable characters in high and low life—of those manners—incidents—amusements—follies—vices, &c. which, combined together, form the true picture of real life in the metropolis.

“he who hath trod th' intricate maze,

exploring every devious way,

can best direct th' enquiring gaze,

and all the varied scenes display.”

mr. author, you are a strange rambler.

admitted, sir, or ma'am, i am a rambler, who, with your permission, would willingly not be impeded in my progress, and under such expectations i shall proceed.

charles sparkle was the son and only child of a right hon. member of parliament, now no more, whose mother dying soon after his birth, was left destitute of that maternal kindness and solicitude which frequently has so much influence in forming the character of the future man.

his father, a man of eccentric turn of mind, being appointed soon afterwards to a diplomatic situation abroad, left the care of his son's education to an elderly friend of his, who held a situation of some importance under the then existing government, with an injunction to conceal from the boy the knowledge of his real parent, and to bring him up as his own child.

this important trust was executed with tenderness and fidelity; the boy grew in strength, and ripened in intelligence, and being accustomed to consider his protector as his parent, the father, upon returning to england, determined not to undeceive him, until he should arrive at years of discretion; and with this view mr. orford was instructed at a proper age to send him to oxford.

charles, however had contracted before this period, habits and acquaintances in london, that were completely in opposition to the dictates and inclinations of his supposed father. he became passionately fond of literary amusements, music, and drawing, which served to occupy his morning hours: but his evenings were devoted to the company of vitiated associates, who did [38]not fail to exercise their influence over his youthful passions, and he frequently engaged himself in unlucky and improvident adventures, which involved him in pecuniary difficulties far beyond his stipulated income. these circumstances were no sooner made known to the supposed parent, than they excited his displeasure, and being carried to an unpardonable extent, he was, at the age of eighteen, literally banished the house of his protector, and compelled to take an obscure lodging in the vicinity of london; the rent of which was paid for him, and a scanty allowance of one guinea sent to him regularly every saturday night. thus secluded from his old associates, it will not be wondered at that he contrived to form new ones, and having purchased an old harpsicord, turned the musical instruction he had received to occasional account; he also wrote some political pamphlets which were well received. but this solitary and dependent life was wholly unsuited to the gaiety in which he had hitherto moved. it had, however, the effect of drawing forth talent, which perhaps would never, but for this circumstance, have been discovered; for

“many a gem, of purest ray serene,

the dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;

full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

and waste its sweetness on the desert air.”

his writings, &c. under the name of oribrd, were recognised by the real father, as the productions of a promising son: at his instigation, and upon a promise of reform, he was again restored to his former home, and shortly after entered as a gentleman commoner of st. mary's, oxford; but not till he had, by some means or other, made the discovery that orford was not his real name. congenial spirits are naturally fond of associating, and it was here that he first became acquainted with the hon. tom dashall: they were constant companions and mutual assistants to each other, in all their exercises as well as all their vagaries; so as to cement a friendship and interest in each other's fate, up to the moment of which we are now speaking.

orford, however, was at that time more impetuous and less discreet in the pursuit of his pleasures than his honourable friend, and after obtaining the distinction of bachelor of arts, was in consequence of his imprudence and [39]irregularities, after frequently hair-breadth escapes, expelled the college. this circumstance, however, appeared of little consequence to him. he hired a gig at oxford, promising to return in a few days, and came up to london, but had not effrontery enough to venture into the presence of his reputed father. on arrival in town, he put up at an inn in the borough, where he resided till all the money he had was exhausted, and till, as he emphatically observes, he had actually eaten his horse and chaise.

in the mean time, the people at oxford found he was expelled; and as he had not returned according to appointment, he was pursued, and eventually found: they had no doubt of obtaining their demand from his friends, and he was arrested at the suit of the lender; which was immediately followed by a retainer from the inn-keeper where he had resided in town. application was made to mr. orford for his liberation, without effect; in consequence of which he became a resident in the rules of the king's bench, as his friends conceived by this means his habits would be corrected and his future conduct be amended, his real father still keeping in the back ground.

while in this confinement, he again resorted to the produce of his pen and his talent for musical composition, and his friend tom, at the first vacation, did not fail to visit him. during this time, in the shape of donation, from mr. orford he received occasional supplies more than equal to his necessities, though not to his wishes. while here, he fished out some further clue to the real parent, who visited him in disguise during his confinement as a friend of mr. orford: still, however, he had no chance of liberation, till, being one day called on by mr. orford, he was informed he was at perfect liberty to leave his present abode, and was directed to go with him immediately; a coach was called, and he heard the direction given to drive to bedford square, where they arrived just time enough to learn that the right hon. s. s. had breathed his last, after a lingering illness.

upon alighting from the coach, and receiving this information, they were ushered into the drawing-room, and presently joined by a clergyman who had been the chaplain of the deceased, who acquainted our adventurer of the death of his parent—that by will he was entitled [40]to 10,000l. per annum, and a handsome estate in wiltshire. this sudden reverse of fortune to sparkle—the change from confinement to liberty, from indigence to affluence—awakened sensations more easily to be conceived than described. he wept, (perhaps the first tears of sincerity in his life; ) his heart was subdued by an overwhelming flood of affection for that unknown being, whom he now found had been his constant guardian angel, alternately taking orford and the reverend divine by the hand, and hiding his head in the bosom of his reputed father. at length they led him to the room in which were the remains of his lamented parent.

there are perhaps few circumstances better calculated to impress awe on the youthful mind than the contemplation of those features in death which have been respected and revered while living. such respect had ever been entertained by charles sparkle for the supposed friend of mr. orford, from whom he had several times received the most kind and affectionate advice; and his sensations upon discovering that friend to be no other than his own father, may be more easily conceived than described—he was at once exalted and humbled, delighted and afflicted. he threw himself in an agony of feeling by the bed-side, fell on his knees, in which he was joined by the clergyman and orford, where he remained some time.

after the first paroxysms of grief had subsided, young sparkle, who had already felt the strongest impression that could possibly be made on a naturally good heart, gave orders for the funeral of his deceased father, and then proceeded to make other arrangements suitable to the character he was hereafter to sustain through life, went down to wiltshire, and took possession of his estate, where for a time he secluded himself, and devoted his attention to the perusal of the best authors in the english, french, and italian language, under the superintendence of the reverend divine, who had been a resident for many years with his father.

but a life in the country could not long have superior charms for a young man who had already seen much to admire, as well as much to avoid, in the metropolis. the combination however of theoretical information he had derived from books, as well as the practical observations he had made during his residence in london, fitted him at once for the gayest and most distinguished circles of [41]metropolitan society. he therefore arranged with mr. orford, who had formerly acted as his parent, to continue with him in the capacity of steward, and for the last two years of his life had been almost a constant resident at “long's hotel”, in bond street, not choosing to have the charge of an establishment in town; and the early friendship and attachment which had been cultivated at oxford being again renewed, appeared to grow with their growth, and strengthen with their strength.

sparkle had still a large portion of that vivacity for which he was so remarkable in his younger days. his motives and intentions were at all times good, and if he indulged himself in the pursuits of frolic and fun, it was never at the expence of creating an unpleasant feeling to an honest or honourable mind. his fortune was ample. he had a hand to give, and a heart to forgive; no “malice or hatred were there to be found:” but of these qualifications, and the exercise of them, sufficient traits will be given in the ensuing pages. no man was better up to the rigs of the town; no one better down to the manoeuvres of the flats, and sharps. he had mingled with life in all companies; he was at once an elegant and interesting companion; his views were extensive upon all subjects; his conversation lively, and his manners polished.

such, gentle reader, is the brief sketch of charles sparkle, the esteemed friend of the hon. tom dashall, and with such recommendations it will not be wondered at if he should become also the friend of tally-ho; for, although living in the height of fashionable splendour, his mind was at all times in consonance with the lines which precede this chapter; yet none could be more ready to lend a hand in any pleasant party in pursuit of a bit of gig. a mill at moulsey hurst—a badger-bait, or bear-bait—a main at the cock-pit—a smock-race—or a scamper to the tipping hunt, ultimately claimed his attention; while upon all occasions he was an acute observer of life and character.

“his years but young, but his experience old,

his heart unmellow'd, though his judgment ripe,

and in a word, (for far behind his worth

come all the praises that we now bestow)

he is complete in conduct and in mind,

with all good grace, to grace a gentleman.”

[42]but dinner is over, and we must now accompany our triumvirate to the drawing-room, where we find them seated with bottles, glasses, &c. determined to make a quiet evening after the fatigues of the journey, and with a view to prepare themselves for the more arduous, and to tally-ho more interesting, pursuits in the new world, for such he almost considered london.

“yes,” said sparkle, addressing himself to bob, with whom a little previous conversation had almost rendered him familiar, “london is a world within itself; it is, indeed, the only place to see life—it is the “multum in parvo,” as the old song says,

“would you see the world in little,

ye curious here repair;”

it is the acmé of perfection, the “summum bonum” of style—-indeed, there is a certain affectation of style from the highest to the lowest individual.”

“you are a merry and stylish fellow,” said tom; we should have been hipp'd without you, there is a fund of amusement in you at all times.”

“you are a bit of a wag,” replied sparkle, “but i am up to your gossip, and can serve you out in your own style.”

“every body,” says tallyho, “appears to live in style.”

“yes,” continued sparkle, “living in style is one of the most essential requisites for a residence in london; but i'll give you my idea of living in style, which, by many, is literally nothing more than keeping up appearances at other people's expence: for instance, a duchess conceives it to consist in taking her breakfast at three o'clock in the afternoon—dining at eight—playing at faro till four the next morning—supping at five, and going to bed at six—and to eat green peas and peaches in january—in making a half-curtsey at the creed, and a whole one to a scoundrel—in giving fifty guineas to an exotic capon for a pit-ticket—and treating the deserved claims of a parental actor with contempt—to lisp for the mere purpose of appearing singular, and to seem completely ignorant of the mosaic law—to be in the reverse of extremes—to laugh when she could weep, and weep when she could .dance and be merry—to leave her compliment cards with her acquaintance, whom at the same moment she wishes she may never see again—to speak of the community [43]with marked disrespect, and to consider the sacrament a bore!”

“admirable!” said tom.

“wonderful, indeed!” exclaimed tallyho.

“aye, aye, london is full of wonders—there is a general and insatiate appetite for the marvellous; but let us proceed: now we'll take the reverse of the picture. the duke thinks he does things in style, by paying his debts of honour contracted at the gaming-table, and but very few honourable debts—by being harsh and severe to a private supplicant, while he is publicly a liberal subscriber to a person he never saw—by leaving his vis-a-vis at the door of a well-known courtesan, in order to have the credit of an intrigue—in making use of an optical glass for personal inspection, though he can ascertain the horizon without any—by being or seeming to be, every thing that is in opposition to nature and virtue—in counting the lines in the red book, and carefully watching the importation of figurantes from the continent—in roundly declaring that a man of fashion is a being of a superior order, and ought to be amenable only to himself—in jumbling ethics and physics together, so as to make them destroy each other—in walking arm in arm with a sneering jockey—talking loudly any thing but sense—and in burning long letters without once looking at their contents;... and so much for my lord duke.”

“go along bob!” exclaimed tom.

tallyho conceiving himself addressed by this, looked up with an air of surprise and enquiry, which excited the risibility of dashall and sparkle, till it was explained to him as a common phrase in london, with which he would soon become more familiar. sparkle continued.

“the gay young peerling, who is scarcely entitled to the honours and immunities of manhood, is satisfied he is doing things in style, by raising large sums of money on post-obit bonds, at the very moderate premium of 40 per cent.—in queering the clergyman at his father's table, and leaving the marks of his finger and thumb on the article of matrimony in his aunt's prayer-book—in kicking up a row at the theatre, when he knows he has some roaring bullies at his elbow, though humble and dastardly when alone—in keeping a dashing impure, who publicly squanders away his money, and privately laughs at his follies—in buying a phaeton as high as a two pair of stairs [44]window, and a dozen of spanking bays at tattersall's, and in dashing through st. james's street, pall mall, piccadilly, and hyde park, thus accompanied and accoutred, amidst the contumelies of the coxcombs and the sighs of the worthy. and these are pictures of high life, of which the originals are to be seen daily.

“the haberdasher of cheapside, whose father, by adherence to the most rigid economy, had amassed a competence, and who transmitted his property, without his prudence, to his darling son, is determined to shew his spirit, by buying a bit of blood, keeping his gig, his girl, and a thatched cottage on the skirts of epping forest, or sydenham common; but as keeping a girl and a gig would be a nothing unless all the world were up to it, he regularly drives her to all the boxing-matches, the epping hunt, and all the races at barnet, epsom, egham, and ascot heath, where he places himself in one of the most conspicuous situations; and as he knows his racing, &c. must eventually distinguish his name in the gazette with a whereas! he rejoices in the progress and acceleration of his own ruin, and, placing his arms akimbo, he laughs, sings, swears, swaggers, and vociferates—'what d'ye think o' that now,—is'nt this doing it in stile, eh?'

“prime of life to go it, where's a place like london? four in hand to-day, the next you may be undone.”

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“well, sir, the mercer's wife, from watling street, thinks living in style is evinced by going once a year to a masquerade at the new museodeum, or argyle rooms; having her daughters taught french, dancing, and music—dancing a minuet at prewterers' hall, or mr. wilson's{1} annual benefit—in getting a good situation in the green boxes—going to hampstead or copenhagen house in a glass coach on a sunday—having card-parties at home

1 mr. wilson's flaming bills of “dancing at the old bailey,”

which are so profusely stuck up about the city, are said to

have occasioned several awkward jokes and blunders; among

others related, is that of a great unintellectual yorkshire

booby, who, after staring at the bills with his mouth open,

and his saucer eyes nearly starting out of his head with

astonishment, exclaimed, “dang the buttons on't, i zee'd urn

dangling all of a row last wednesday at t' ould bailey, but

didn't know as how they call'd that danzing,—by gum there

be no understanding these here lunnun folk!”

[45]during lent, declaring she never drinks any thing else but the most bestest gunpowder tea, that she has a most screwciating cold, and that the country air is always salubrus, and sure to do her good.

“so much for living in style, and good breeding.”

“that's your true breeding—that's your sort my boys—

fun, fire, and pathos—metre, mirth, and noise;

to make you die with laughter, or the hiccups,

tickle your favourites, or smash your tea-cups.”

“by the way, in former times the term good-breeding meant a combination of all that was amiable and excellent; and a well-bred person would shrink from an action or expression that could possibly wound the feelings of another; its foundation was laid in truth, and its supporting pillars were justice and integrity, sensibility and philanthropy; but

“in this gay age—in taste's enlighten'd times,

when fashion sanctifies the basest crimes;

e'en not to swear and game were impolite,

since he who sins in style must sure be right.”

a well-bred person must learn to smile when he is angry, and to laugh even when he is vexed to the very soul.

“it would be the height of mauvaise honte for a wellbred person to blush upon any occasions whatever; no young lady blushes after eleven years of age; to study the expression of the countenance of others, in order to govern your own, is indispensably necessary.

“in former times, no well-bred person would have uttered a falsehood; but now such ideas are completely exploded, and such conduct would now be termed a bore. my lord portly remarks, 'it is a cold day.' 'yes, my lord, it is a very cold day,' replies major punt. in two minutes after, meeting lord lounge, who observes he thinks the weather very warm—'yes, very warm, my lord,' is the reply—thus contradicting himself almost in the same breath. it would be perfectly inconsistent in a well-bred man to think, for fear of being absent. when he enters or leaves a drawing-room, he should round his shoulders, drop his head, and imitate a clown or a coachman. this has the effect of the best ruse de guerre—for it serves to astonish the ladies, when they afterwards [46]discover, by the familiarity of his address, and his unrestrained manners, what a well-bred man he is; for he will address every fair one in the room in the most enchanting terms, except her to whom in the same party he had previously paid the most particular attention; and on her he will contrive to turn his back for the whole evening, and if he is a man of fashion, he will thus cause triumph to the other ladies, and save the neglected fair one from envious and slanderous whisperings.”

“an admirable picture of living in style, and good breeding, indeed!” cried tom. “the game is in view and well worth pursuit; so hark forward! hark forward! my boys.”

sparkle, now recollecting his engagement—with “you know who” as he significantly observed in the last chapter, withdrew, after promising to take a stroll by way of killing an hour or two with them in the morning; and tom and his cousin soon after retired to rest—

“perchance to sleep, perchance to dream.”