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The castle was now in the hands of the conquerors, and he returned to
J. B. B.
By PILLETT SMITH, Author of “A TALE OF THE ROAD," &o.
“ Brevity is the soul of wit.”—Thus says Shakespeare, and not only is it the soul of wit, but 'tis the life of everything—'tis the great desideratum ; in writing; speaking, doing, 8c., be careful not to be prosy or tedious cannot be too much impressed upon the mind.
" When 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.”
To proceed then at once; wending my solitary way down the noble street that now ornaments the eastern part of this great metropolis, and which is honoured with the title of His Most gracious Majesty, or in plainer terms, walking one morning down King William street, London Bridge, a bright thought entered into my head conjured up in all proba bility by witnessing the greatn umber of pedestrians, as well as cabs, palanquins, chariots, coaches, buggys, light carts, Hanson's patents, &c. &c. making towards the steam-boat wharf, that as I was not particularly engaged I too would have a trip ; bustling along then, shouldering and being shouldered, pushing and being pushed, I soon found myself with a motley group waiting by the starting quay, and just in time to have the satisfaction of being too late, and of seeing the half-past ten o'clock Gravesend boat leaving the wharf-pleasant; addressing myself to the person next to me without looking to see who the individual was, I demanded at what time the other boat started—“In half an hour she'll be alonside; in half arter that she'll be off; in one hour and a half arter that she'll be in Gravesend—that ere is wot I calls gein you a full true an particular on it." Struck with the reply, I turned, and the fashionable query who are you was naturally uppermost in my mind, I had not however time to vent it. “ Ax pardon sir, (with a most gracious scrape of the right foot, accompanied by a flaming Nourish of the flat blue cap which ornamented the pericranium of the person whom I had spoken with :) ax pardou sir for my intrusion, but being a little bit sarviceable to one of these smokers, that is having a little to do in the way of fastenings, castings off, and sich like, I knows a sumat about one on em-and here she comes too; ant she a nice un! lord love ye, nuffin comes a nigh her; they calls her the Canterbury at the office, but (with a most significant curl of the upper lip) what should they clerk chaps know of a wessel ? Taent the Canterbury your honor, but jist step here a von side out o' all this here scrouging. Kollo young ginger wiskers, jist be so good as to take that ere orcord carciss off the gangway, or else 1 shall take the liberty of moving it into the vater for ye, although youre so near the fire as jist to titch the fender." This remark caused a bit of a laugh, and as I saw I had a character to deal with I encouraged him and gave myself up to his directions. Having with some difficulty (and not without bestowing a few blessings on the devoted heads of the ragged urchins who never fail to congregate here about the departing vessel) cleared the barge with the exception of myself and the men waiting to moor the coming steamer, he waddled up to my side, but before proceeding further, here goes for a slight sketch
in the way of description, Oh! I had almost forgot, he told me his name-
proportions was much too large for the legs; as it may perhaps seem little to compare him to any thing less than himself, imagine a wine-pipe standing on a tressell, the legs of which bow gracefully, place on the top the large two gallon funnel used by the vintner, and you will have a picture of him on a scale as much too large as the Senior is too small; to hit him exactly were impossible, so reader make up for yourself the deficiency in my descriptive powers.
If I have found the figure difficult to describe, which of the gods must I invoke to inspire me with language to descant upon his face? Assist me, physiognomists, living and dead? shade of Lavater what passions and feelings read
ye there? Bacchus certainly is in the ascendant; to his influence alone is to be ascribed the brilliancy of that flaming meteor that illumines the visage : the eyes then! To whom belong the eyes? Methinks supplied hy chaste Diana from their smallness and their colour, and changed by her from the head of the last favourite faun which she had seen destroyed in her sylvan sport : but 'twere idle thus to attempt to criticise that face, which though made in imitation of the human race has certainly some claimi to consideration for its originality, and reader, though you may not think such
"Solid flesh would melt,” Charley has wept! yes, he may yet be seen, should you in the winter sea. son pass that way, wiping the pearly drops of a tear, which (as the late Charles Matthews used emphatically to say it) he has just shed, with his no way delicate yaw from his broad grinning mouth as he leaves the bar of the Old Swan, facing the entrance of the wharf.
But enough of description, or you will exclaim, will this boat never come ? "I told your honor 'twas not the Canterbury,"continued my new acquaintance ; "and now I'll tell you how she come by her name :ven she was fust set agoin on trial, bless her she vopt every thin, ony one that she hadn't tried again, and she varnt slack ; my old commodore vas aboard that ere smoker, (pointing to the one that fast approached the wharf).” “Your commodore," said I, interrupting bim," " then you have served ?” “Lord loveye aye to be sure. I sarved on board the Billyrufan, thats where I larnt my manners; gentility was always the wogue on board the Billyrufan : my old commodore saw the other kettle boiling away jist a little a head~"Clap on her, my hoy,” says he to the captain of our craft, aye, aye, in she goes, puff puff, vent the smoke, slap, slap, vent the paddles—in less nor twenty minutes we valked a headnow ve Canter by yer shouted the commodore ! and so they called her, not kio ving any better, the Canterbury.” The boat had now reached the wharf, but before the philosophical gent. sest me to attend to his duty, he touched me on the shoulder, and with a knowing look, pointing to St. Magnus," wat is there in that churchyard, and about the grave of Alderman Dolittle like a certain lighthouse?” was puzzled—“You can't guess,” says he,“ vy then l'll tell you—the Heddistone to be sure.
The superior speed of the Canterbury soon carried through the forests of masts which ornaments our goodly river, and I caught the dazzling rays of
the morning sun gilding the towers of Greenwich Hospital, when Charlev came up to me and pointing towards the noble building, “ Dos'nt yer
bonor think the old sea dogs may look big and almost fancy. they're young again, barrin the short arms an timber toes; an here an there the loss o' a peeper, an the few grey straws wot thatches their polls, (and here he stroked his own scanty locks on bis forehead to try and make the most of them) where they cruize about and see the best house in the vorld kept for em.” “Not the best in the world, Charley,” said I,“ though a fine building, there are many finer even in England.” (I wish I could describe the look of the man of sentiment when I uttered that.) “ Come, come, yer honor, that wont do; vy vot did Boney vant to konker England for only to live in Greenwich, and he warnt the vorst judge of vat vis good ; vy I'll tell yer, saving yer honor, if any von vent ashore there and said it vas'nt the best house in the vorld, vy he'd have all the feet in chace, and could any save himself from being well ducked by jumping as quick as he liked into the water.”
Blackwali we rapidly passed and entered upon that part of the Thames which constitutes its greatest beauty, 'tis here it expands and swells itself into a mighty stream, which seems to threaten as it rolls along to rush with resistless force over the surface of the low flat country through which it takes its course; the sun shone brightly though not with a deal of power, but yet 'twas sufficient to tip with sparkling brilliancy the miniature waves which danced along as the swift flowing tide sought with apparent eagerness its parent ocean. The band which had hitherto only given evidence of its existence in sundry tuning sound, darted in gallant style into Rule Britannia as we neared' Woolwich ; the sight of this great naval depot from which so many of the thunderers of old England have gone forth, added a strong link to the chain of reflection to which the music gave rise, and a fresh interest to the moving scene through wbich we were darting with such velocity that scarce any time could be snatched to make ohservations. “I his must be a pleasant life, Charley,” said I, turning to the old fellow at my side ; " for ever passing andre-passing—for ever gazing on the glories of this splendid series of views, but time has rendered them familiar to you, and you do not feel the same emotions that a stranger who merely sees them in going down does.” “Lord love yer honor, I knows every inch of the river side as well as a baby knows the smell of his bren butter, and could tell jist the zact spot pe vos in vith my eyes shut; and yet ’tis a pleasant life enutf, ve sees more nor sum people, and we does some good as is knowed. I'll tell you vot our captain did von day, an I likes him for it ; ve vent on the Gravesend list there no, ve vent across to that ere French place, vot does you call it, I always thinks on a six foot dancing mastar vot used to duck and nod ven he comed into the cabin—the lads aboard give him a name, the Bowing-longun they called him, but sum how that's too long for the name of the place; Bowlong, that's it-vell ve started in the evening, but jist afore we left London-bridge in valks von o'the Gravesender's, and there vas a great fuss aboard along of a homan vot vas veeping like fuu, only she did'nt look very funny... There's human natur in my old carcus, though mayhaps you may’nt think it,” said the philosopher as he squinted up into my face," so I goes up to her.” “ Vot is it my lass,” says I, “but I'm blowed if she vas’nt acrying so she could'nt speak: howsomdever, some on 'em said as she vas left cos she did'nt come in time by a wessel vot sailed in the morning to Amerikey wi' all her kin, her husband, an' her children, for she vos married yer honour, an that she vent to Gravesend, but the tide serving, an' she being a packet that she ought to vent in, she'd gone down sum vay. Here vas a mess. Vell, our captain hears on it, an' spoke toʻher, an' I'm blessed if I did'nt see a big tear in his eyes ven she called for her little uns. You'll say, perhaps, I vos a fool, but I turned away, and gulped down my spittle. Come, come,' says the captain, an he tuk hold on her hand, you shall see 'em yet, to night too, so don't cry ; I'll put you on board, so jisto run on to the Canterbury. She looked up, she did'nt say thankee, but she looked at him, an then kivered her face in her handkercher. . Let go that head rope.' Ayo, aye—all gone.' Avay she goes: ve cleared the pool. . The captain vispers to the engine—afore ten we hailed the
wessel off Margate, and six hearts wot vas nigh broke slept in quiet.” “ Your captain is a noble fellow, Charley,” said I, “and I envy him his feelings at the time of their meeting ; but surely we have not come so near the end of our journey.” “ Yes, that's Gravesend, and there is old Tilbury.” “ And whose fine home is this, by our side.” “ That, yer honour; vy,
that belongs to the Dispatch.” “To the Dispatch ; why, how's that? To the editor, I suppose ?” “ Yes, yes, that's it. Can't yer tell us vy the Dispatch is like von of our horse guards ?” No, I never guess riddles, Charley." “Why, acos its chiefest ornament is its Harmer (armour).”
I landed amidst sounds of joy and gladness, and I promised my quondam chaperon, that I would again take with him a trip in his favourite Canter by yer, which promise, gentle reader, with your kind permission, I shall most rigourosly fulfil.
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