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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Mystic London: + or, Phases of occult life in the metropolis + +Author: Charles Maurice Davies + +Release Date: May 27, 2008 [EBook #25619] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MYSTIC LONDON: *** + + + + +Produced by Curtis Weyant and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by Case +Western Reserve University Preservation Department Digital +Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="transnote"> +<h3>Transcriber's Note:</h3> +<p>Obvious typographical errors have been corrected in +this text. For a complete list, please see <a href="#transnotes">the bottom of +this document</a>.</p></div> + + + + +<h1>MYSTIC LONDON:</h1> + +<h3>OR,</h3> + +<h2>PHASES OF OCCULT LIFE IN<br /> +THE METROPOLIS.</h2> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>REV. CHARLES MAURICE DAVIES, D.D.</h2> +<h4>AUTHOR OF "ORTHODOX" AND "UNORTHODOX LONDON," ETC.</h4> + + +<div class="epigraph"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="right"><i>Hamlet.</i></p></div> + +<p class='center'>LONDON:<br /> +TINSLEY BROTHERS, 8, CATHERINE STREET, STRAND.<br /> +1875.<br /> +[<i>All rights of Translation and Reproduction are reserved.</i>]</p> + +<p class='frontend'>LONDON:<br /> +SAVILL, EDWARDS AND CO., PRINTERS, CHANDOS STREET,<br /> +COVENT GARDEN.<br /></p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="toc"> +<tr><td align='right'><span class="smcap">chap.</span></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">page</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_I">I.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">London Arabs</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_II">II.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">East London Arabs</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_III">III.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">London Arabs in Canada</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">IV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Waifs and Strays</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_V">V.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Lunatic Ball</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">VI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Baby Show</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">VII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Night in a Bakehouse</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">VIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A London Slave Market</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">IX.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tea and Experience</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_X">X.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sunday Linnet-singing</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">XI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Woman's Rights Debate</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">XII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">An Open-Air Tichborne Meeting</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">XIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sunday in a People's Garden</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">XIV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Utilizing the Young Ladies</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">XV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Fairlop Friday</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">XVI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Christmas Dip</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">XVII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Boxing-day on the Streets</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">XVIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Vigil of the Derby</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">XIX.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Wifeslayer's "Home"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">XX.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Bathing in the Far East</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">XXI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Among the Quakers</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_164">164</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">XXII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Penny Readings</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">XXIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Darwinism on the Devil</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV">XXIV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Peculiar People</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_198">198</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">XXV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Interviewing an Astrologer</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">XXVI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Barmaid Show</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">XXVII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Private Execution</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">XXVIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Breaking up for the Holidays</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">XXIX.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Psychological Ladies</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">XXX.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Secularism on Bunyan</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">XXXI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Al Fresco Infidelity</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII">XXXII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">An "Indescribable Phenomenon"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_250">250</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIII">XXXIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Lady Mesmerist</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIV">XXXIV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Psychopathic Institution</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXV">XXXV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Phrenological Evening</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVI">XXXVI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Spiritual Picnic</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVII">XXXVII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Ghostly Conference</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVIII">XXXVIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">An Evening's Diablerie</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIX">XXXIX.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Spiritual Athletes</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XL">XL.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"Spotting" Spirit Mediums</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_313">313</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XLI">XLI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Séance for Sceptics</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XLII">XLII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">An Evening with the Higher Spirits</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_328">328</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XLIII">XLIII.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Spirit Forms</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_340">340</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XLIV">XLIV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sitting with a Sibyl</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_347">347</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XLV">XLV.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Spiritualists and Conjurers</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_355">355</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><a href="#CHAPTER_XLVI">XLVI.</a></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Pros and Cons of Spiritualism</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_362">362</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>INTRODUCTION.</h2> + + +<p>It is perhaps scarcely necessary to say that I use +the term Mystic, as applied to the larger portion of +this volume, in its technical sense to signify my +own <i>initiation</i> into some of the more occult phases of +metropolitan existence. It is only to the Spiritualistic, +or concluding portion of my work, that the word +applies in its ordinary signification.</p> + +<p class='right'>C. M. D.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2>MYSTIC LONDON.</h2> + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>LONDON ARABS.</h3> + + +<p>Of all the protean forms of misery that meet us in the +bosom of that "stony-hearted stepmother, London," +there is none that appeals so directly to our sympathies +as the spectacle of a destitute child. In the +case of the grown man or woman, sorrow and suffering +are often traceable to the faults, or at best to the +misfortunes of the sufferers themselves; but in the +case of the child they are mostly, if not always, +vicarious. The fault, or desertion, or death of the +natural protectors, turns loose upon the desert of our +streets those nomade hordes of Bedouins, male and +female, whose presence is being made especially palpable +just now, and whose reclamation is a perplexing, +yet still a hopeful problem. In the case of the adult +Arab, there is a life's work to undo, and the facing +of that fact it is which makes some of our bravest +workers drop their hands in despair. With these +young Arabs, on the contrary, it is only the wrong<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +bias of a few early years to correct, leaving carte +blanche for any amount of hope in youth, maturity, +and old age. Being desirous of forming, for my own +edification, some notion of the amount of the evil +existing, and the efforts made to counteract it, I +planned a pilgrimage into this Arabia Infelix—this +Petræa of the London flagstones; and purpose setting +down here, in brief, a few of my experiences, for the +information of stay-at-home travellers, and still more +for the sake of pointing out to such as may be disposed +to aid in the work of rescuing these little Arabs +the proper channels for their beneficence. Selecting, +then, the Seven Dials and Bethnal Green as the foci +of my observation in West and East London respectively, +I set out for the former one bleak March night, +and by way of breaking ground, applied to the first +police-constable I met on that undesirable beat for +information as to my course. After one or two +failures, I met with an officer literally "active and +intelligent," who convoyed me through several of +that network of streets surrounding the Seven Dials, +leaving me to my own devices when he had given me +the general bearings of the district it would be +desirable to visit.</p> + +<p>My first raid was on the Ragged School and Soup +Kitchen in Charles Street, Drury Lane, an evil-looking +and unfragrant locality; but the institution +in question stands so close to the main thoroughfare +that the most fastidious may visit it with ease. Here<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +I found some twenty Arabs assembled for evening +school. They were of all ages, from seven to fifteen, +and their clothing was in an inverse ratio to their +dirt—very little of the former, and a great deal of the +latter. They moved about with their bare feet in the +most feline way, like the veritable Bedouin himself. +There they were, however, over greasy slates and +grimy copy-books, in process of civilization. The +master informed me that his special difficulties arose +from the attractions of the theatre and the occasional +intrusion of wild Arabs, who came only to kick up a +row. At eight o'clock the boys were to be regaled +with a brass band practice, so, finding from one of +the assembled Arabs that there was a second institution +of the kind in King Street, Long Acre, I +passed on thereto. Here I was fortunate enough to +find the presiding genius in the person of a young +man engaged in business during the day, and devoting +his extra time to the work of civilizing the barbarians +of this district. Sunday and week-day services, night +schools, day schools, Bands of Hope, temperance +meetings, and last, not least, the soup kitchen, were +the means at work here. Not a single officer is paid. +The task is undertaken "all for love, and nothing for +reward," and it has thriven so far that my presence +interrupted a debate between the gentleman above-mentioned +and one of his coadjutors on the subject of +taking larger premises. The expenses were met by +the weekly offerings, and I was surprised to see by a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +notice posted in the room where the Sunday services +are held, that the sum total for the past week was +only 19<i>s.</i> 4<i>d.</i> So there must be considerable sacrifice +of something more than time to carry on this admirable +work. Under the guidance of the second +gentleman mentioned above, I proceeded to the St. +George's and St. Giles's Refuge in Great Queen Street, +where boys are admitted on their own application, the +only qualification being destitution. Here they are +housed, clothed, boarded, and taught such trades as +they may be fitted for, and not lost sight of until they +are provided with situations. A hundred and fifty-four +was the number of this truly miraculous draught +from the great ocean of London streets, whom I saw +all comfortably bedded in one spacious dormitory. +Downstairs were the implements and products of the +day's work, dozens of miniature cobblers' appliances, +machines for sawing and chopping firewood, &c., +whilst, in a spacious refectory on the first floor, I was +informed, the resident Arabs extended on a Friday +their accustomed hospitality to other tribes, to such +an extent, that the party numbered about 500. Besides +the 154 who were fortunate enough to secure +beds, there were twenty new arrivals, who had to be +quartered on the floor for the night; but at all events +they had a roof above them, and were out of the cruel +east wind that made Arabia Petræa that evening an +undesirable resting-place indeed. Lights were put +out, and doors closed, when I left, as this is not a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +night refuge; but notices are posted, I am informed, +in the various casual wards and temporary +refuges, directing boys to this. There is a +kindred institution for girls in Broad Street. Such +was my first experience of the western portion of +Arabia Infelix.</p> + +<p>The following Sunday I visited the Mission Hall +belonging to Bloomsbury Chapel, in Moor Street, +Soho, under the management of Mr. M'Cree, and the +nature of the work is much the same as that pursued +at King Street. The eleven o'clock service was on +this particular day devoted to children, who were +assembled in large numbers, singing their cheerful +hymns, and listening to a brief, practical, and taking +address. These children, however, were of a class +above the Arab type, being generally well dressed. +I passed on thence to what was then Mr. Brock's +chapel, where I found my veritable Arabs, whom I +had seen in bed the previous evening, arrayed in a +decent suit of "sober livery," and perched up in a +high gallery to gather what they could comprehend +of Mr. Brock's discourse—not very much, I should +guess; for that gentleman's long Latinized words +would certainly fire a long way over their heads, high +as was their position. I found the whole contingent +of children provided for at the refuge was 400, including +those on board the training ship <i>Chichester</i> +and the farm at Bisley, near Woking, Surrey. This +is certainly the most complete way of dealing with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +the Arabs par excellence, as it contemplates the case +of utter destitution and homelessness. It need +scarcely be said, however, that such a work must +enlarge its boundaries very much, in order to make +any appreciable impression on the vast amount of +such destitution. Here, nevertheless, is the germ, +and it is already fructifying most successfully. The +other institutions, dealing with larger masses of +children, aim at civilizing them at home, and so +making each home a centre of influence.</p> + +<p>Passing back again to the King Street Mission +Hall, I found assembled there the band of fifty +missionaries, male and female, who visit every Sunday +afternoon the kitchens of the various lodging-houses +around the Seven Dials. Six hundred kitchens are +thus visited every week. After roll-call, and a brief +address, we sallied forth, I myself accompanying Mr. +Hatton—the young man to whom the establishment +of the Mission is due—and another of his missionaries. +I had heard much of the St. Giles's Kitchens, but +failed to realize any idea of the human beings swarming +by dozens and scores in those subterranean +regions. Had it not been for the fact that nearly +every man was smoking, the atmosphere would have +been unbearable. In most of the kitchens they were +beguiling the ennui of Sunday afternoon with cards; +but the game was invariably suspended on our arrival. +Some few removed their hats—for all wore them—and +a smaller number still joined in a verse or two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +of a hymn, and listened to a portion of Scripture and +a few words of exhortation. One or two seemed +interested, others smiled sardonically; the majority +kept a dogged silence. Some read their papers and +refused the tracts and publications offered them. +These, I found, were the Catholics. I was assured +there were many men there who themselves, or whose +friends, had occupied high positions. I was much +struck with the language of one crop-headed young +fellow of seventeen or eighteen, who, seeing me grope +my way, said, "They're not very lavish with the gas +here, sir, are they?" It may appear that this "experience" +has little bearing on the Arab boys; but +really some of the inmates of these kitchens <i>were</i> but +boys. Those we visited were in the purlieus of the +old "Rookery," and for these dens, I was informed, +the men paid fourpence a night! Surely a little +money invested in decent dwellings for such people +would be well and even remuneratively spent. The +kitchens, my informant—who has spent many years +among them—added, are generally the turning point +between honesty and crime. The discharged soldier +or mechanic out of work is there herded with the +professional thief or burglar, and learns his trade +and gets to like his life.</p> + +<p>The succeeding evening I devoted first of all to +the Girls' Refuge, 19, Broad Street, St. Giles's. Here +were sixty-two girls of the same class as the boys in +Great Queen Street, who remain until provided with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +places as domestic servants. A similar number were +in the Home at Ealing. The Institution itself is the +picture of neatness and order. I dropped in quite +unexpectedly; and any visitor who may be induced +to follow my example, will not fail to be struck with +the happy, "homely" look of everything, the clean, +cheerful appearance of the female Arabs, and the +courtesy and kindness of the matron. These girls +are considered to belong to St. Giles's parish, as the +boys to Bloomsbury Chapel. So far the good work +has been done by the Dissenters and Evangelical +party in the Established Church. The sphere of the +High Church—as I was reminded by the Superintendent +Sergeant—is the Newport Market Refuge +and Industrial Schools. Here, besides the male and +female refuges, is a Home for Destitute Boys, who +are housed and taught on the same plan as at St. +Giles's. Their domicile is even more cosy than the +other, and might almost tempt a boy to act the +part of an "amateur Arab." I can only say the +game that was going on, previously to bed, in the +large covered play room, with bare feet and in shirt +sleeves, was enough to provoke the envy of any +member of a Dr. Blimber's "Establishment." The +Institution had just had a windfall in the shape of +one of those agreeable 1000<i>l.</i> cheques that have been +flying about lately, or their resources would have +been cramped; but the managers are wisely sensible +that such windfalls do not come every day,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +and so forbear enlarging their borders as they could +wish.</p> + +<p>Strangely enough, the Roman Catholics, who +usually outdo us in their work among the poor, seemed +a little behindhand in this special department of +settling the Arabs. They have schools largely +attended in Tudor Place, Tottenham Court Road, +White Lion Street, Seven Dials, &c., but, as far as I +could ascertain, nothing local in the shape of a Refuge. +To propagate the faith may be all very well, and will +be only the natural impulse of a man sincere in his +own belief; but we must not forget that these Arabs +have bodies as well as souls, and that those bodies +have been so shamefully debased and neglected as to +drag the higher energies down with them; and it is a +great question whether it is not absolutely necessary +to begin on the very lowest plane first, and so to +work towards the higher. Through the body and +the mind we may at last reach the highest sphere +of all.</p> + +<p>Without for one moment wishing to write down the +"religious" element, it is, I repeat, a grave question +whether the premature introduction of that element +does not sometimes act as a deterrent, and frustrate +the good that might otherwise be done. Still there +is the great fact, good <i>is</i> being done. It would be +idle to carp at any means when the end is so +thoroughly good. I could not help, as I passed +from squalid kitchen to kitchen that Sunday<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +afternoon, feeling Lear's words ring through my +mind:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">O, I have ta'en<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And show the heavens more just.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And now "Eastward ho!" for "experiences" in +Bethnal Green.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>EAST LONDON ARABS.</h3> + + +<p>Notwithstanding my previous experiences among +the Western tribes of Bedouins whose locale is the +Desert of the Seven Dials, I must confess to considerable +strangeness when first I penetrated the wilderness +of Bethnal Green. Not only was it utterly terra incognita +to me, but, with their manifold features in +common, the want and squalor of the East have traits +distinct from those of the West. I had but the name +of one Bethnal Green parish and of one lady—Miss +Macpherson—and with these slender data I proceeded +to my work, the results of which I again +chronicle seriatim.</p> + +<p>Passing from the Moorgate Street Station I made +for the Eastern Counties Terminus at Shoreditch, and +soon after passing it struck off to my right in the +Bethnal Green Road. Here, amid a pervading atmosphere +of bird-fanciers and vendors of live pets in +general, I found a Mission Hall, belonging to I know +not what denomination, and, aided by a vigorous +policeman, kicked—in the absence of knocker or bell—at +all the doors, without result. Nobody was there.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +I went on to the Bethnal Green parish which had +been named to me as the resort of nomade tribes, and +found the incumbent absent in the country for a week +or so, and the Scripture-reader afraid, in his absence, +to give much information. He ventured, however, to +show me the industrial school, where some forty +children were employed in making match-boxes for +Messrs. Bryant and May. However, as I was told +that the incumbent in question objected very decidedly +to refuges and ragged schools, and thought it much +better for the poor to strain a point and send their +little ones to school, I felt that was hardly the regimen +to suit my Arabian friends, who were evidently +teeming in that locality. I was even returning +home with the view of getting further geographical +particulars of this Eastern Arabia Petræa, when, +as a last resource, I was directed to a refuge in +Commercial Street. I rang here, and found myself +in the presence of the veritable Miss Macpherson +herself, with whom I passed two pleasant and instructive +hours.</p> + +<p>At starting, Miss Macpherson rather objected to +being made the subject of an article—first of all, for +the very comprehensible reason that such publicity +would draw down upon her a host of visitors; and +when I suggested that visitors probably meant funds, +she added a second, and not quite so comprehensible +an objection—that these funds themselves might alloy +the element of Faith in which the work had been so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +far carried on. She had thoroughly imbibed the spirit +of Müller, whose Home at Bristol was professedly the +outcome of Faith and Prayer alone. However, on my +promise to publish only such particulars—name, locality, +&c.—as she might approve, this lady gave me +the details of her truly wonderful work. The building +in which I found her had been erected to serve as +large warehouses, and here 110 of the most veritable +Arabs were housed, fed, taught, and converted into +Christians, when so convertible. Should they prove +impressionable, Miss Macpherson then contemplates +their emigration to Canada. Many had already been +sent out; and her idea was to extend her operations +in this respect: not, be it observed, to cast +hundreds of the scum of the East End of London +upon Canada—a proceeding to which the Canadians +would very naturally object—but to form a Home on +that side to be fed from the Homes on this, and so to +remove from the old scenes of vice and temptation +those who had been previously trained in the refuges +here. She has it in contemplation to take a large +hotel in Canada, and convert it into an institution of +this kind; and I fancy it was the possibility that publicity +might aid this larger scheme which eventually +induced the good lady to let the world so far know +what she is doing. At all events, she gave me +carte blanche to publish the results of my observations.</p> + +<p>In selecting and dealing with the inmates of her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +refuges, Miss Macpherson avails herself of the science +of phrenology, in which she believes, and she advances +good reason for so doing. I presume my phrenological +development must have been satisfactory, since +she not only laid aside her objection to publicity, but +even allowed me to carry off with me her MS. "casebooks," +from which I cull one or two of several +hundred:—</p> + +<p>"1. T. S., aged ten (March 5, 1869).—An orphan. +Mother died in St. George's Workhouse. Father +killed by coming in contact with a diseased sheep, +being a slaughterman. A seller of boxes in the street. +Slept last in a bed before Christmas. Slept in hay-carts, +under a tarpaulin. Says the prayers his mother +'teached him.'"</p> + +<p>"2. J. H., aged twelve (March 5).—No home but +the streets. Father killed by an engine-strap, being +an engineer. Mother died of a broken heart. Went +into —— Workhouse; but ran away through ill-treatment +last December. Slept in ruins near Eastern +Counties Railway. <i>Can't remember</i> when he last lay +in a bed."</p> + +<p>"3. A. R., aged eleven (March 5).—Mother and +father left him and two brothers in an empty room in +H—— Street. Policeman, hearing them crying, broke +open the door and took them to the workhouse. His +two brothers died. Was moved from workhouse by +grandmother, and she, unable to support him, turned +him out on the streets. Slept in railway ruins; lived<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +by begging. July 24, sent to Home No. 1 as a reward +for good conduct."</p> + +<p>Besides thus rescuing hundreds of homeless ones, +Miss Macpherson has in many instances been the +means of restoring runaway children of respectable +parents. Here is an instance:—</p> + +<p>"Feb. 25th.—S. W. T., aged fourteen, brought +into Refuge by one of the night teachers, who noticed +him in a lodging-house respectably dressed. Had +walked up to London from N——, in company with +two sailors (disreputable men, whom the lodging-house +keeper declined to take in). Had been reading +sensational books. Wrote to address at N——. +Father telegraphed to keep him. Uncle came for him +with fresh clothes and took him home. He had +begun to pawn his clothes for his night's lodging. +His father had been for a fortnight in communication +with the police."</p> + +<p>The constables in the neighbourhood all know Miss +Macpherson's Refuge, and her readiness to take boys +in at any time; so that many little vagrants are +brought thither by them and reclaimed, instead of +being locked up and sent to prison, to go from bad +to worse. Besides this receptacle for boys, Miss +Macpherson has also a Home at Hackney, where girls +of the same class are housed. The plan she adopts is +to get a friend to be responsible for one child. The +cost she reckons at 6<i>l.</i> 10<i>s.</i> per annum for those under +ten years, and 10<i>l.</i> for those above.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> + +<p>But this excellent lady's good works are by no +means catalogued yet. Besides the children being +fed and taught in these Homes, the parents and +children are constantly gathered for sewing classes, +tea meetings, &c. at the Refuge. Above 400 children +are thus influenced; and Miss Macpherson, with her +coadjutors, systematically visits the wretched dens and +lodging-houses into which no well-dressed person, +unless favourably known like her for her work among +the children, would dare to set foot. I was also +present when a hearty meal of excellent soup and a +large lump of bread were given to between three and +four hundred men, chiefly dock labourers out of +employ. It was a touching sight to notice the stolid +apathy depicted on most of the countenances, which +looked unpleasantly like despair. One of the men +assured me that for every package that had to be +unladen from the docks there were ten pair of hands +ready to do the work, where only one could be employed. +Many of the men, he assured me, went for +two, sometimes three, days without food; and with +the large majority of those assembled the meal they +were then taking would represent the whole of their +subsistence for the twenty-four-hours. After supper a +hymn was sung, and a few words spoken to them by +Miss Macpherson on the allegory of the Birds and +Flowers in the Sermon on the Mount; and so they +sallied forth into the darkness of Arabia Petræa. I +mounted to the little boys' bedroom, where the tiniest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +Arabs of all were enjoying the luxury of a game, +with bare feet, before retiring. Miss Macpherson +dragged a mattress off one of the beds and threw +it down in the centre for them to tumble head-over-tail; +and, as she truly said, it was difficult to +recognise in those merry shouts and happy faces +any remains of the veriest reprobates of the London +streets.</p> + +<p>Let us hear Miss Macpherson herself speak. In a +published pamphlet, "Our Perishing Little Ones," +she says: "As to the present state of the mission, we +simply say 'Come and see.' It is impossible by words +to give an idea of the mass of 120,000 precious souls +who live on this one square mile.... My longing +is to send forth, so soon as the ice breaks, 500 of our +poor street boys, waifs and strays that have been +gathered in, to the warm-hearted Canadian farmers. +In the meantime, who will help us to make outfits, +and collect 5<i>l.</i> for each little Arab, that there be no +hindrance to the complement being made up when the +spring time is come?... Ladies who are householders +can aid us much in endeavours to educate +these homeless wanderers to habits of industry by +sending orders for their firewood—4<i>s.</i> per hundred +bundles, sent free eight miles from the City." And, +again, in Miss Macpherson's book called "The Little +Matchmakers," she says: "In this work of faith and +labour of love among the very lowest in our beloved +country, let us press on, looking for great things.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +Preventing sin and crime is a much greater work +than curing it. There are still many things on my +heart requiring more pennies. As they come, we will +go forward."</p> + +<p>Miss Macpherson's motto is, "The Word first in +all things; afterwards bread for this body." There +are some of us who would be inclined to reverse this +process—to feed the body and educate the mind—not +altogether neglecting spiritual culture, even at the +earliest stage, but leaving anything like definite religious +schooling until the poor mind and body were, +so to say, acclimatized. It is, of course, much +easier to sit still and theorize and criticise than to do +what these excellent people have done and are doing to +diminish this gigantic evil. "By their fruits ye shall +know them" is a criterion based on authority that we +are none of us inclined to dispute. Miss Macpherson +boasts—and a very proper subject for boasting it is—that +she belongs to no <i>ism</i>. It is significant, however, +that the Refuge bears, or bore, the name of the +"Revival" Refuge, and the paper which contained +the earliest accounts of its working was called the +<i>Revivalist</i>, though now baptized with the broader title +of the <i>Christian</i>. Amid such real work it would be a +pity to have the semblance of unreality, and I dreaded +to think of the possibility of its existing, when little +grimy hands were held out by boys volunteering to +say a text for my behoof. By far the most favourite<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +one was "Jesus wept;" next came "God is love"—each +most appropriate; but the sharp boy, a few years +older, won approval by a longer and more doctrinal +quotation, whilst several of these held out hands again +when asked whether, in the course of the day, they +had felt the efficacy of the text given on the previous +evening, "Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep +Thou the door of my lips." Such an experience +would be a sign of advanced spirituality in an adult. +Is it ungenerous to ask whether its manifestation in +an Arab child must not be an anticipation of what +might be the normal result of a few years' training? +May not this kind of <i>forcing</i> explain the cases I saw +quoted in the books—of one boy who "felt like a fish +out of water, and left the same day of his own accord;" +another who "climbed out of a three-floor +window and escaped?"</p> + +<p>However, here is the good work being done. Let +us not carp at the details, but help it on, unless we +can do better ourselves. One thing has been preeminently +forced in upon me during this brief examination +of our London Arabs—namely, that individuals +work better than communities amongst these people. +The work done by the great establishments, whether +of England, Rome, or Protestant Dissent, is insignificant +compared with that carried out by persons +labouring like Mr. Hutton in Seven Dials and Miss +Macpherson in Whitechapel, untrammelled by any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +particular system. The want, and sorrow, and suffering +are individual, and need individual care, just as +the Master of old worked Himself, and sent His +scripless missionaries singly forth to labour for Him, +as—on however incommensurate a scale—they are +still labouring, East and West, amongst our London +Arabs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>LONDON ARABS IN CANADA.</h3> + + +<p>In the previous chapter an account was given of the +Arabs inhabiting that wonderful "square mile" in +East London, which has since grown to be so familiar +in men's mouths. The labours of Miss Macpherson +towards reclaiming these waifs and strays in her +"Refuge and Home of Industry, Commercial Street, +Spitalfields," were described at some length, and +allusion was at the same time made to the views which +that lady entertained with regard to the exportation of +those Arabs to Canada after they should have undergone +a previous probationary training in the "Home." +A short time afterwards it was my pleasing duty to +witness the departure of one hundred of these young +boys from the St. Pancras Station, en route for Canada; +and it now strikes me that some account of the voyage +out, in the shape of excerpts from the letters of the +devoted ladies who themselves accompanied our Arabs +across the Atlantic, may prove interesting; while, at +the same time, a calculation of their probable success +in their new life and homes may not improbably +stimulate those who cannot give their time, to give at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +least their countenance, and it may be, their material +aid, to a scheme which recommends itself to all our +sympathies—the permanent reclamation of the little +homeless wanderers of our London streets.</p> + +<p>The strange old rambling "Home" in Commercial +Street, built originally for warehouses, then used as a +cholera hospital, and now the Arab Refuge, presented +a strange appearance during the week before the +departure of the chosen hundred. On the ground-floor +were the packages of the young passengers; on +the first floor the "new clothes, shirts, and stockings, +sent by kind lady friends from all parts of the kingdom, +trousers and waistcoats made by the widows, +and the boots and pilot jackets made by the boys +themselves." The dormitory was the great store-closet +for all the boys' bags filled with things needful +on board ship; and on the top floor, we can well +imagine, the last day was a peculiarly melancholy +one. The work attendant upon the boys' last meal +at the Refuge was over, and there, in the long narrow +kitchen, stood the cook wiping away her tears with +her apron, and the six little waiting maids around +them, with the novel feeling of having nothing to do—there, where +so much cutting, buttering, and +washing-up had been the order of the day. When +the summons came to start, the police had great difficulty +in clearing a way for the boys to the vans +through the surging mass of East London poverty. +Some of the little match-box makers ran all the three<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +miles from Commercial Street to St. Pancras Station +to see the very last of their boy-friends.</p> + +<p>Derby was the stopping-place on the journey to +Liverpool, and the attention of passengers and guards +was arrested by this strange company gathering on +the platform at midnight and singing two of the +favourite Refuge hymns. Liverpool was reached at +4 <span class="smcap">a.m.</span>, and the boys filed off in fours, with their +canvas bags over their shoulders, to the river side, +where their wondering eyes beheld the <i>Peruvian</i>, +which was to bear them to their new homes.</p> + +<p>At this point, Miss Macpherson's sister—who is +carrying on the work of the Refuge during that lady's +absence—wrote as follows:—"Could our Christian +friends have seen the joy that beamed in the faces of +those hundred lads from whom we have just parted—could +they know the misery, the awful precipice of +crime and sin from which they have been snatched—we +are sure their hearts would be drawn out in love +for those little ones. If still supported," she continues, +"I hope to send out another party of fifty boys and fifty +girls while my sister remains in Canada, and shall be +happy to forward the name and history of a boy or +girl to any kind friend wishing to provide for a special +case. In the broad fields of that new country where +the farmers are only too glad to adopt healthy young +boys or girls into their families, hundreds of our +perishing little ones may find a happy home."</p> + +<p>On Thursday, the 12th of May, the <i>Peruvian</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +dropped down the river; and, as the last batch of +friends left her when she passed out into the Channel, +these one hundred boys, with Miss Macpherson, +leaned over the bulwarks, singing the hymn, "Yes, +we part, but not for ever."</p> + +<p>From Derry Miss Macpherson wrote under date +May 13th:—"With the exception of two, all are on +deck now, as bright as larks; they have carried up +poor Jack Frost and Franks the runner. It is most +touching to see them wrap them up in their rugs. +Michael Flinn, the Shoreditch shoeblack, was up all +night, caring for the sick boys. Poor Mike! He +and I have exchanged nods at the Eastern Counties +Railway corner these five years. It is a great joy to +give him such a chance for life."</p> + +<p>The voyage out was prosperous enough, though +there were some contrary winds, and a good deal of +sea-sickness among the lads. The captain seems to +have been quite won by the self-denying kindness of +the ladies, and he lightened their hands by giving +occupation to the boys. Then came out the result of +training at the Refuge. Those who had been some +time there showed themselves amenable to discipline; +but the late arrivals were more fractious, and difficult +to manage. These were the lads "upon whom," as +Miss Macpherson says, "the street life had left sore +marks." Even when only nearing the American +coast, this indomitable lady's spirit is planning a +second expedition. "As far as I dare make plans, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +should like to return, starting from Montreal July +16th, reaching the Home July 27th; and then return +with another lot the second week in August. This +second lot must be lads who are now under influence, +and who have been not less than six months in a +refuge." The finale to this second letter, written +from Canada, adds: "The boys, <i>to a man</i>, behaved +splendidly. The agent's heart is won. All have +improved by the voyage, and many are brown hearty-looking +chaps fit for any toil."</p> + +<p>In the <i>Montreal Herald</i>, of May 27th, there is an +account of these boys after their arrival, which says:—"Miss +Macpherson is evidently a lady whose capacity +for organization and command is of the very highest +order; for boys, in most hands, are not too easily +managed, but in hers they were as obedient as a company +of soldiers.... These boys will speedily be +placed in positions, where they will grow up respectable +and respected members of society, with access to +the highest positions in the country freely open to +them.... We hope that Miss Macpherson will +place all her boys advantageously, and will bring us +many more. She is a benefactor to the Empire in +both hemispheres."</p> + +<p>The importance of this testimony can scarcely be +overrated, since many persons hold themselves aloof +from a work of this nature through a feeling that it is +not fair to draft our Arab population on a colony. It +will be seen, however, that it is not proposed to export<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +these boys until they shall have been brought well +under influence, and so have got rid of what Miss +Macpherson so graphically terms the "sore marks of +their street life."</p> + +<p>Apropos of this subject, it may not be irrelevant to +quote a communication which has been received from +Sir John Young, the Governor-General of Canada, +dated Ottawa, May 3rd, 1870:—"For emigrants able +and willing to work, Canada offers at present a very +good prospect. The demand for agricultural labourers +in Ontario during the present year is estimated at +from 30,000 to 40,000; and an industrious man may +expect to make about one dollar a day throughout the +year, if he is willing to turn his hand to clearing land, +threshing, &c., during the winter. But it is of no +use for emigrants to come here unless they make up +their minds to take whatever employment offers itself +most readily, without making difficulties because it is +not that to which they have been accustomed, or +which they prefer."</p> + +<p>I visited the Refuge and Home of Industry a few +nights afterwards, and, though Miss Macpherson was +absent, found all in working order. Sixty-three boys +were then its occupants. The superintendent was +anxiously looking forward to be able to carry out the +plan of despatching fifty boys and fifty girls during the +ensuing summer. The sum required for an East End +case is 5<i>l.</i>; for a special case, 10<i>l.</i> The following are +specimens of about sixty cases of boys whom she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +would like to send out, knowing that in Canada they +could readily obtain places:—</p> + +<p>P. E., aged seventeen.—Mother died of fever, +leaving seven children; father a dock labourer, but +cannot get full employment.</p> + +<p>L. J., aged thirteen.—Mother dead; does not know +where her father is; has been getting her living by +singing songs in the lodging-houses; is much improved +by her stay in the Home, and will make a +tidy little maid. This is just one of the many +who might thus be rescued from a life of sin and +misery.</p> + +<p>Returning home through the squalid streets that +night, where squatters were vending old shoes and +boots that seemed scarcely worth picking out of the +kennel, and garments that appeared beneath the +notice of the rag merchant, I saw the little Bedouins +still in full force, just as though no effort had been +made for their reclamation and housing. As they +crowded the doorsteps, huddled in the gutters, or +vended boxes of lights and solicited the honour of +shining "your boots, sir," I could not help picturing +them crossing the sea, under kindly auspices, to the +"better land" beyond, and anon, in the broad Canadian +fields or busy Canadian towns, growing into +respectable farmers and citizens; and straightway +each little grimed, wan face seemed to bear a new +interest for me, and to look wistfully up into mine +with a sort of rightful demand on my charity, saying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +to me, and through me to my many readers, "Come +and help us!"</p> + +<p>After the foregoing was written, a further letter +arrived from Miss Macpherson. All the boys were +well placed. The agent at Quebec wished to take the +whole hundred in a lump, but only eleven were conceded +to him. At Montreal, too, all would have been +taken, but twenty-one only were left. All found +excellent situations, many as house servants at 10<i>l.</i> +and 15<i>l.</i> a year. Eight were in like manner left at +Belleville, half way between Montreal and Toronto. +Sixty were taken on to Toronto; and here we are +told "the platform was crowded with farmers anxious +to engage them all at once. It was difficult to get +them to the office." A gentleman arrived from Hamilton, +saying that sixty applications had been sent in +for boys, directly it was known that Miss Macpherson +was coming out. So there is no need of anticipating +anything like repugnance on the part of the Canadians +to the reception of our superfluous Arabs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>WAIFS AND STRAYS.</h3> + + +<p>Among the various qualifications for the festivities of +Christmastide and New Year, there is one which is, +perhaps, not so generally recognised as it might be. +Some of us are welcomed to the bright fireside or the +groaning table on the score of our social and conversational +qualities. At many and many a cheery +board, poverty is the only stipulation that is made. I +mean not now that the guests shall occupy the unenviable +position of "poor relations," but, in the large-hearted +charity that so widely prevails at that festive +season, the need of a dinner is being generally accepted +as a title to that staple requirement of existence. +Neither of these, however, is the distinction +required in order to entitle those who bear it to the +hospitality of Mr. Edward Wright, better known +under the abbreviated title of "Ned," and without +the prefatory "Mr." That one social quality, without +which a seat at Ned Wright's festive board cannot +be compassed, is Felony. A little rakish-looking +green ticket was circulated a few days previously +among the members of Mr. Wright's former fraternity, +bidding them to a "Great Supper" in St. John's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +Chapel, Penrose Street (late West Street), Walworth, +got up under the auspices of the South-East London +Mission. The invitation ran as follows:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"This ticket is only available for a male person +who has been convicted at least once for felony, and +is not transferable. We purpose providing a good +supper of bread and soup, after which an address will +be given. At the close of the meeting a parcel of +provisions will be given to each man. Supper will be +provided in the lower part of the chapel. Boys not +admitted this time.—Your friend, for Christ's sake,</p> + +<p class='right'>"<span class="smcap">Ned Wright</span>."</p></div> + +<p>Why juvenile felons should be excluded "this +time," and whether the fact of having been convicted +more than once would confer any additional privileges, +did not appear at first sight. So it was, however; +adult felonious Walworth was bidden to the +supper, and to the supper it came. Among the +attractions held out to spectators of the proceedings +was the announcement that a magistrate was to take +part in them—a fact that possibly was not made +generally known among the guests, in whose regard +it is very questionable whether the presence of the +dreaded "beak" might not have proved the reverse of +a "draw." However, they came, possibly in happy +ignorance of the potentate who was awaiting them, +and than whom there is one only creation of civilized<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +life considered by the London cadger his more natural +enemy, that is the policeman.</p> + +<p>Six o'clock was the hour appointed for the repast, +and there was no need for the wanderer in Walworth +Road to inquire which was Penrose Street. +Little groups of shambling fellows hulked about the +corner waiting for some one to lead the way to the +unaccustomed chapel. Group after group, however, +melted away into the dingy building where Ned was +ready to welcome them. With him I found, not +one magistrate, but two; one the expected magnate +from the country, the other a well-known occupant of +the London bench, with whom, I fancy, many of the +guests could boast a previous acquaintance of a character +the reverse of desirable. Penrose Street Chapel +had been formerly occupied by the Unitarians, but +was then taken permanently by Ned Wright at a +rental of between 60<i>l.</i> and 70<i>l.</i> per annum, and formed +the third of his "centres," the others being under a +railway arch in the New Kent Road, and the Mission +Hall, Deptford. As row by row filled with squalid +occupants, I could but scan from my vantage-ground +in the gallery the various physiognomies. I am bound +to say the typical gaol-bird was but feebly represented. +The visitors looked like hard-working men—a little +pinched and hungry, perhaps, and in many cases +obviously dejected and ashamed of the qualification +which gave them their seat. One or two, mostly of +the younger, came in with a swagger and a rough<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +joke; but Ned and his guests knew one another, and +he quickly removed the lively young gentleman to a +quiet corner out of harm's way. A fringe of spectators, +mostly female, occupied the front seat in the +gallery when proceedings commenced, which they did +with a hymn, composed by Ned Wright himself. The +ladies' voices proved very useful in this respect; but +most of the men took the printed copies of the hymns, +which were handed round, and looked as if they could +read them, not a few proving they could by singing +full-voiced. After the hymn, Wright announced that +he had ordered eighty gallons of soup—some facetious +gentleman suggesting, "That's about a gallon apiece"—and +he hoped all would get enough. Probably +about 100 guests had by this time assembled, +and each was provided with a white basin, which was +filled by Ned and his assistants, with soup from a +washing jug. A paper bag containing half a quartern +loaf was also given to each, and the contents rapidly +disappeared. As the fragrant steam mounted provokingly +from the soup-basins up to the gallery, Mr. +Wright took occasion to mention that at the last +supper Mr. Clark, of the New Cut, furnished the +soup gratuitously—a fact which he thought deserved +to be placed on record.</p> + +<p>In the intervals of the banquet, the host informed +me that he had already witnessed forty genuine +"conversions" as the results of these gatherings. He +had, as usual, to contend with certain obtrusive gen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>tlemen +who "assumed the virtue" of felony, "though +they had it not," and were summarily dismissed with +the assurance that he "didn't want no tramps." +One mysterious young man came in and sat down on +a front row, but did not remain two minutes before a +thought seemed to strike him, and he beat a hasty +retreat. Whether he was possessed with the idea I +had to combat on a previous occasion of the same +kind, that I was a policeman, I cannot tell, but he +never reappeared. I hope I was not the innocent +cause of his losing his supper. The only "felonious" +trait I observed was a furtive glance every now and +then cast around, and especially up to the gallery. +Beyond this there really was little to distinguish the +gathering from a meeting of artisans a little bit +"down on their luck," or out on strike, or under +some cloud of that sort.</p> + +<p>As supper progressed, the number of spectators in +the gallery increased; and, with all due deference to +Ned Wright's good intentions, it may be open to +question whether this presence of spectators in the +gallery is wise. It gives a sort of spurious dash and +bravado to the calling of a felon to be supping in +public, and have ladies looking on, just like the +"swells" at a public dinner. I am sure some of the +younger men felt this, and swaggered through their +supper accordingly. There certainly was not a symptom +of shame on the face of a single guest, or any +evidences of dejection, when once the pea-soup had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +done its work. Some of the very lively gentlemen +in the front row even devoted themselves to making +critical remarks on the occupants of the gallery. As +a rule, and considering the antecedents of the men, +the assembly was an orderly one; and would, I think, +have been more so, but for the presence of the fair +sex in the upper regions, many of whom, it is but +justice to say, were enjoying the small talk of certain +oily-haired young missionaries, and quite unconscious +of being the objects of admiring glances from below.</p> + +<p>Supper took exactly an hour, and then came another +hymn, Ned Wright telling his guests that the tune +was somewhat difficult, but that the gallery would +sing it for them first, and then they would be able to +do it for themselves. Decidedly, Mr. Wright is +getting "æsthetic." This hymn was, in fact, monopolized +by the gallery, the men listening and evidently +occupied in digesting their supper. One would rather +have heard something in which they could join. +However, it was a lively march-tune, and they evidently +liked it, and kept time to it with their feet, +after the custom of the gods on Boxing Night. At +this point Ned and five others mounted the little +railed platform, Bible in hand, and the host read what +he termed "a portion out of the Good Old Book," +choosing appropriately Luke xv., which tells of the +joy among angels over one sinner that repenteth, and +the exquisite allegory of the Prodigal Son, which Ned +read with a good deal of genuine pathos. It reminded<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +him, he said, of old times. He himself was one of +the first prisoners at Wandsworth when "old Brixton" +was shut up. He had "done" three calendar months, +and when he came out he saw an old grey-headed +man, with a bundle. "That," said Ned, "was my +godly old father, and the bundle was new clothes in +place of my old rags."</p> + +<p>The country magistrate then came forward, and +drew an ironical contrast between the "respectable" +people in the gallery and the "thieves" down below. +"God says we have all 'robbed Him.' All are equal +in God's sight. But some of us are pardoned thieves." +At this point the discourse became theological, and +fired over the heads of the people down below. They +listened much as they listen to a magisterial remark +from the bench; but it was not their own language, +such as Ned speaks. It was the "beak," not the old +"pal." It was not their vernacular. It did for the +gallery—interested the ladies and the missionaries +vastly, but not the thieves. It was wonderful that +they bore it as well as they did. The magisterial +dignity evidently overawed them; but they soon got +used to it, and yawned or sat listlessly. Some leant +their heads on the rail in front and slept. The latest +arrivals left earliest. They had come to supper, not +to sermon.</p> + +<p>Another of Ned Wright's hymns was then sung—Mr. +Wright's muse having been apparently prolific in +the past year, no less than six hymns on the list<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +being written by himself during those twelve months. +It is much to be hoped that these poetical and +æsthetical proclivities will not deaden his practical +energies. This hymn was pitched distressingly high, +and above the powers of all but the "gallery" and a +very few indeed of the guests; but most of them put in +a final "Glory, Hallelujah," at the end of each stanza. +Mr. Wright's tunes are bright and cheerful in the extreme, +without being vulgar or offensively secular.</p> + +<p>The host himself then spoke a few words on the +moral of the Sermon on the Mount: "Seek ye first +the kingdom of God and His righteousness." He +claimed many of those before him as old pals who had +"drunk out of the same pot and shuffled the same +pack of cards," and contrasted his present state with +theirs. Then they listened, open-mouthed and eager-eyed, +though they had been sitting two full hours. +He pictured the life of Christ, and His love for poor +men. "Christ died for you," he said, "as well as for +the 'big people.' Who is that on the cross beside +the Son of God?" he asked in an eloquent apostrophe. +"It is a thief. Come to Christ, and say, 'I've no +character. I'm branded as a felon. I'm hunted about +the streets of London. He will accept you.'" He +drew a vivid picture of the number of friends he had +when he rowed for Dogget's Coat and Badge. He +met with an accident midway; "and when I got to +the Swan at Chelsea," he said, "I had no friends left. +I was a losing man. Christ will never treat you like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +that. He has never let me want in the nine years +since I have been converted." After a prayer the +assembly broke up, only those being requested to +remain who required advice. The prayer was characteristic, +being interspersed with groans from the +gallery; and then a paper bag, containing bread and +cakes, was given to each, Ned observing, "There, the +devil don't give you that. He gives you toke and +skilly." Being desired to go quietly, one gentleman +expressed a hope that there was no policeman; another +adding, "We don't want to get lagged." Ned +had to reassure them on my score once more, and +then nearly all disappeared—some ingenious guests +managing to get two and three bags by going out and +coming in again, until some one in the gallery meanly +peached!</p> + +<p>Only some half-dozen out of the hundred remained, +and Ned Wright kneeling at one of the benches +prayed fervently, and entered into conversation with +them one by one. Two or three others dropped in, +and there was much praying and groaning, but evidently +much sincerity. And so with at least some +new impressions for good, some cheering hopeful words +to take them on in the New Year, those few waifs and +strays passed out into the darkness, to retain, let it +be hoped, some at least of the better influences which +were brought to bear upon them in that brighter +epoch in their darkened lives when Ned Wright's invitation +gathered them to the Thieves' Supper.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>A LUNATIC BALL.</h3> + + +<p>One half of the world believes the other half to be mad; +and who shall decide which moiety is right, the reputed +lunatics or the supposed sane, since neither +party can be unprejudiced in the matter? At present +the minority believe that it is a mere matter of +numbers, and that if intellect carried the day, and +right were not overborne by might, the position of +parties would be exactly reversed. The dilemma +forced itself strongly on my consciousness for a solution +when I attended the annual ball at Hanwell +Lunatic Asylum. The prevailing opinion inside the +walls was that the majority of madmen lay outside, +and that the most hopelessly insane people in all the +world were the officers immediately concerned in the +management of the establishment itself.</p> + +<p>It was a damp, muggy January evening when I +journeyed to this suburban retreat. It rained dismally, +and the wind nearly blew the porter out of his +lodge as he obeyed our summons at the Dantesque +portal of the institution, in passing behind which so +many had literally abandoned hope. I tried to fancy +how it would feel if one were really being consigned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +to that receptacle by interested relatives, as we read +in three-volume novels; but it was no use. I was +one of a merry company on that occasion. The +officials of Hanwell Asylum had been a little shy of +being handed down to fame; so I adopted the ruse +of getting into Herr Gustav Küster's corps of fiddlers +for the occasion. However, I must in fairness add +that the committee during the evening withdrew the +taboo they had formerly placed on my writing. I +was free to immortalize them; and my fiddling was +thenceforth a work of supererogation.</p> + +<p>High jinks commenced at the early hour of six; and +long before that time we had deposited our instruments +in the Bazaar, as the ball-room is somewhat incongruously +called, and were threading the Dædalean +mazes of the wards. Life in the wards struck me as +being very like living in a passage; but when that +preliminary objection was got over, the long corridors +looked comfortable enough. They were painted in +bright warm colours, and a correspondingly genial +temperature was secured by hot-water pipes running +the entire length. Comfortable rooms opened out +from the wards at frequent intervals, and there was +every form of amusement to beguile the otherwise +irksome leisure of those temporary recluses. Most of +my hermits were smoking—I mean on the male side—many +were reading; one had a fiddle, and I scraped +acquaintance immediately with him; whilst another +was seated at the door of his snug little bedroom,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +getting up cadenzas on the flute. He was an old +trombone-player in one of the household regiments, +an inmate of Hanwell for thirty years, and a fellow-bandsman +with myself for the evening. He looked, +I thought, quite as sane as myself, and played magnificently; +but I was informed by the possibly +prejudiced officials that he had his occasional weaknesses. +A second member of Herr Küster's band +whom I found in durance was a clarionet-player, +formerly in the band of the Second Life Guards; and +this poor fellow, who was an excellent musician too, +felt his position acutely. He apologized sotto voce +for sitting down with me in corduroys, as well as for +being an "imbecile." He did not seem to question +the justice of the verdict against him, and had not +become acclimatized to the atmosphere like the old +trombone-player.</p> + +<p>That New Year's night—for January was very +young—the wards, especially on the women's side, +were gaily decorated with paper flowers, and all +looked as cheerful and happy as though no shadow +ever fell across the threshold; but, alas, there were +every now and then padded rooms opening out of the +passage; and as this was not a refractory ward, I +asked the meaning of the arrangement, which I had +fancied was an obsolete one. I was told they were +for epileptic patients. In virtue of his official position +as bandmaster, Herr Küster had a key; and, after +walking serenely into a passage precisely like the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +rest, informed me, with the utmost coolness, that I +was in the refractory ward. I looked around for the +stalwart attendant, who is generally to be seen on +duty, and to my dismay found he was quite at the +other end of an exceedingly long corridor. I do not +know that I am particularly nervous; but I candidly +confess to an anxiety to get near that worthy official. +We were only three outsiders, and the company +looked mischievous. One gentleman was walking +violently up and down, turning up his coat-sleeves, +as though bent on our instant demolition. Another, +an old grey-bearded man, came up, and fiercely +demanded if I were a Freemason. I was afraid he +might resent my saying I was not, when it happily +occurred to me that the third in our party, an amateur +contra-bassist, was of the craft. I told our old friend +so. He demanded the sign, was satisfied, and, in the +twinkling of an eye, our double-bass friend was +struggling in his fraternal embrace. The warder, +mistaking the character of the hug, hastened to the +rescue, and I was at ease.</p> + +<p>We then passed to the ball-room, where my musical +friends were beginning to "tune up," and waiting for +their conductor. The large room was gaily decorated, +and filled with some three or four hundred patients, +arranged Spurgeon-wise: the ladies on one side, and +the gentlemen on the other. There was a somewhat +rakish air about the gathering, due to the fact of the +male portion not being in full dress, but arrayed in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +free-and-easy costume of corduroys and felt boots. +The frequent warders in their dark blue uniforms lent +quite a military air to the scene; and on the ladies' +side the costumes were more picturesque; some little +latitude was given to feminine taste, and the result was +that a large portion of the patients were gorgeous in +pink gowns. One old lady, who claimed to be a scion +of royalty, had a resplendent mob-cap; but the belles +of the ball-room were decidedly to be found among +the female attendants, who were bright, fresh-looking +young women, in a neat, black uniform, with perky +little caps, and bunches of keys hanging at their +side like the rosary of a sœur de charité, or the +chatelaines with which young ladies love to adorn +themselves at present. Files of patients kept +streaming into the already crowded room, and +one gentleman, reversing the order assigned to +him by nature, walked gravely in on the palms of +his hands, with his legs elevated in air. He had been +a clown at a theatre, and still retained some of the +proclivities of the boards. A wizen-faced man, who +seemed to have no name beyond the conventional one +of "Billy," strutted in with huge paper collars, like +the corner man in a nigger troupe, and a tin decoration +on his breast the size of a cheeseplate. He was +insensible to the charms of Terpsichore, except in the +shape of an occasional pas seul, and laboured under +the idea that his mission was to conduct the band, +which he occasionally did, to the discomfiture of Herr<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +Küster, and the total destruction of gravity on the +part of the executants, so that Billy had to be displaced. +It was quite curious to notice the effect of +the music on some of the quieter patients. One or +two, whose countenances really seemed to justify their +incarceration, absolutely hugged the foot of my music-stand, +and would not allow me to hold my instrument +for a moment when I was not playing on it, so +anxious were they to express their admiration of me +as an artist. "I used to play that instrument afore +I come here," said a patient, with a squeaky voice, +who for eleven years has laboured under the idea that +his mother is coming to see him on the morrow; +indeed, most of the little group around the platform +looked upon their temporary sojourn at Hanwell as +the only impediment to a bright career in the musical +world.</p> + +<p>Proceedings commenced with the Caledonians, and +it was marvellous to notice the order, not to say grace +and refinement with which these pauper lunatics went +through their parts in the "mazy." The rosy-faced +attendants formed partners for the men, and I saw a +herculean warder gallantly leading along the stout old +lady in the mob-cap. The larger number of the +patients of course were paired with their fellow-prisoners, +and at the top of the room the officials +danced with some of the swells. Yes, there were +swells here, ball-room coxcombs in fustian and felt. +One in particular was pointed out to me as an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +University graduate of high family, and on my inquiring +how such a man became an inmate of a pauper +asylum the official said, "You see, sir, when the mind +goes the income often goes too, and the people become +virtually paupers." Insanity is a great leveller, true; +but I could not help picturing that man's lucid +intervals, and wondering whether his friends might +not do better for him. But there he is, pirouetting +away with the pretty female organist, the chaplain +standing by and smiling approval, and the young +doctors doing the polite to a few invited guests, but +not disdaining, every now and then, to take a turn +with a patient. Quadrilles and Lancers follow, but +no "round dances." A popular prejudice on the part +of the majority sets down such dances as too exciting +for the sensitive dancers. The graduate is excessively +irate at this, and rates the band soundly for not playing +a valse. Galops are played, but not danced; a +complicated movement termed a "Circassian circle" +being substituted in their place. "Three hours of +square dances are really too absurd," said the graduate +to an innocent second fiddle.</p> + +<p>In the centre of the room all was gravity and +decorum, but the merriest dances went on in corners. +An Irish quadrille was played, and an unmistakable +Paddy regaled himself with a most beautiful jig. He +got on by himself for a figure or two, when, remembering, +no doubt, that "happiness was born a +twin," he dived into the throng, selected a white-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>headed +old friend of some sixty years, and impressed +him with the idea of a pas de deux. There they kept +it up in a corner for the whole of the quadrille, +twirling imaginary shillelaghs, and encouraging one +another with that expressive Irish interjection which +it is so impossible to put down on paper. For an +hour all went merry as the proverbial marriage bell, +and then there was an adjournment of the male +portion of the company to supper. The ladies remained +in the Bazaar and discussed oranges, with an +occasional dance to the pianoforte, as the band retired +for refreshment too, in one of the attendants' rooms. +I followed the company to their supper room, as I +had come to see, not to eat. About four hundred sat +down in a large apartment, and there were, besides, +sundry snug supper-parties in smaller rooms. Each +guest partook of an excellent repast of meat and +vegetables, with a sufficiency of beer and pipes to +follow. The chaplain said a short grace before +supper, and a patient, who must have been a retired +Methodist preacher, improved upon the brief benediction +by a long rambling "asking of a blessing," +to which nobody paid any attention. Then I passed +up and down the long rows with a courteous official, +who gave me little snatches of the history of some of +the patients. Here was an actor of some note in +his day; there a barrister; here again a clergyman; +here a tradesman recently "gone," "all through the +strikes, sir," he added. The shadow—that most<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +mysterious shadow of all—had chequered life's sunshine +in every one of these cases. Being as they are +they could not be in a better place. They have the +best advice they could get even were they—as some +of them claim to be—princes. If they can be cured, +here is the best chance. If not—well, there were +the little dead-house and the quiet cemetery lying +out in the moonlight, and waiting for them when, as +poor maddened Edgar Allen Poe wrote, the "fever +called living," should be "over at last." But who +talks of dying on this one night in all the year when +even that old freemason in the refractory ward was +forgetting, after his own peculiar fashion, the cruel +injustice that kept him out of his twelve thousand a +year and title? Universal merriment is the rule to-night. +Six or seven gentlemen are on their legs at +once making speeches, which are listened to about as +respectfully as the "toast of the evening" at a public +dinner. As many more are singing inharmoniously +different songs; the fun is getting fast and furious, +perhaps a little too fast and furious, when a readjournment +to the ball-room is proposed, and readily +acceded to, one hoary-headed old flirt remarking to +me as he went by, that he was going to look for his +sweetheart.</p> + +<p>A long series of square dances followed, the graduate +waxing more and more fierce at each disappointment +in his anticipated valse, and Billy giving +out every change in the programme like a parish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +clerk, which functionary he resembled in many +respects. It was universally agreed that this was the +best party that had ever been held in the asylum, +just as the last baby is always the finest in the +family. Certainly the guests all enjoyed themselves. +The stalwart attendants danced more than ever with +a will, the rosy attendants were rosier and nattier +than before, if possible. The mob-cap went whizzing +about on the regal head of its owner down the middle +of tremendous country dances, hands across, set to +partners, and then down again as though it had never +tasted the anxieties of a throne, or learnt by bitter +experience the sorrows of exile. Even the academical +gentleman relaxed to the fair organist, though he +stuck up his hair stiffer than ever, and stamped his +felt boots again as he passed the unoffending double-bass +with curses both loud and deep on the subject +of square dances. At length came the inevitable +"God Save the Queen," which was played in one key +by the orchestra, and sung in a great many different +ones by the guests. It is no disrespect to Her Majesty +to say that the National Anthem was received +with anything but satisfaction. It was the signal +that the "jinks" were over, and that was quite enough +to make it unpopular. However, they sang lustily +and with a good courage, all except the old woman +in the mob-cap, who sat with a complacent smile as +much as to say, "This is as it should be, I appreciate +the honour done to my royal brothers and sisters."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>This is the bright side of the picture; but it had its +sombre tints also. There were those in all the wards +who stood aloof from the merriment, and would have +none of the jinks. Lean-visaged men walked moodily +up and down the passages like caged wild beasts. +Their lucid interval was upon them, and they fretted +at the irksome restraint and degrading companionship. +It was a strange thought; but I fancied they +must have longed for their mad fit as the drunkard +longs for the intoxicating draught, or the opium-eater +for his delicious narcotic to drown the idea of +the present. There were those in the ball-room itself +who, if you approached them with the proffered pinch +of snuff, drove you from them with curses. One fine, +intellectual man, sat by the window all the evening, +writing rhapsodies of the most extraordinary character, +and fancying himself a poet. Another wrapped +round a thin piece of lath with paper, and superscribed +it with some strange hieroglyphics, begging +me to deliver it. All made arrangements for their +speedy departure from Hanwell, though many in +that heart-sick tone which spoke of long-deferred +hope—hope never perhaps to be realized. Most +painful sight of all, there was one little girl there, +a child of eleven or twelve years—a child in a +lunatic asylum! Think of that, parents, when you +listen to the engaging nonsense of your little ones—think +of the child in Hanwell wards! Remember +how narrow a line separates innocence from idiocy;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +so narrow a line that the words were once synonymous!</p> + +<p>Then there was the infirmary full of occupants on +that merry New Year's night. Yonder poor patient +being wheeled in a chair to bed will not trouble his +attendant long. There is another being lifted on his +pallet-bed, and having a cup of cooling drink applied +to his parched lips by the great loving hands of a +warder who tends him as gently as a woman. It +seemed almost a cruel kindness to be trying to keep +that poor body and soul together.</p> + +<p>Another hour, rapidly passed in the liberal hospitality +of this great institution, and silence had fallen +on its congregated thousands. It is a small town in +itself, and to a large extent self-dependent and self-governed. +It bakes and brews, and makes its gas; +and there is no need of a Licensing Bill to keep its +inhabitants sober and steady. The method of doing +that has been discovered in nature's own law of kindness. +Instead of being chained and treated as wild +beasts, the lunatics are treated as unfortunate men +and women, and every effort is made to ameliorate, +both physically and morally, their sad condition. +Hence the bright wards, the buxom attendants, the +frequent jinks. Even the chapel-service has been +brightened up for their behoof.</p> + +<p>This was what I saw by entering as an amateur +fiddler Herr Küster's band at Hanwell Asylum; and +as I ran to catch the last up-train—which I did as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +the saying is by the skin of my teeth—I felt that I +was a wiser, though it may be a sadder man, for my +evening's experiences at the Lunatic Ball.</p> + +<p>One question would keep recurring to my mind. +It has been said that if you stop your ears in a ball-room, +and then look at the people—reputed sane—skipping +about in the new valse or the last galop, +you will imagine they must be all lunatics. I did +not stop my ears that night, but I opened my eyes +and saw hundreds of my fellow-creatures, all with +some strange delusions, many with ferocious and +vicious propensities, yet all kept in order by a few +warders, a handful of girls, and all behaving as decorously +as in a real ball-room. And the question +which <i>would</i> haunt me all the way home was, which +are the sane people, and which the lunatics?</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>A BABY SHOW.</h3> + + +<p>There is no doubt that at the present moment the +British baby is assuming a position amongst us of +unusual prominence and importance. That he should +be an institution is inevitable. That he grows upon +us Londoners at the rate of some steady five hundred +a week, the Registrar-General's statistics of the excess +of births over deaths prove beyond question. His +domestic importance and powers of revolutionizing +a household are facts of which every Paterfamilias is +made, from time to time, unpleasantly aware. But +the British baby is doing more than this just at +present. He is assuming a public position. Perhaps +it is only the faint index of the extension of women's +rights to the infantile condition of the sexes. Possibly +our age is destined to hear of Baby Suffrage, +Baby's Property Protection, Baby's Rights and +Wrongs in general. It is beyond question that the +British baby <i>is</i> putting itself forward, and demanding +to be heard—as, in fact, it always had a habit of +doing. Its name has been unpleasantly mixed up +with certain revelations at Brixton, Camberwell, and +Greenwich. Babies have come to be farmed like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +taxes or turnpike gates. The arable infants seem to +gravitate towards the transpontine districts south of +the Thames. It will be an interesting task for our +Legislature to ascertain whether there is any actual +law to account for the transfer, as it inevitably will +have to do when the delicate choice is forced upon it +between justifiable infanticide, wholesale Hospices des +Enfants Trouvés, and possibly some kind of Japanese +"happy despatch" for high-minded infants who are +superior to the slow poison administered by injudicious +"farmers." At all events, one fact is certain, +and we can scarcely reiterate it too often—the British +baby is becoming emphatic beyond anything we can +recollect as appertaining to the infantile days of the +present generation. It is as though a ray of juvenile +"swellishness," a scintillation of hobbledehoyhood, +were refracted upon the long clothes or three-quarter +clothes of immaturity.</p> + +<p>For, if it is true—as we may tax our infantile experiences +to assure us—that "farmed" infants were an +article unknown to husbandry in our golden age, it is +equally certain that the idea of the modern Baby +Show was one which, in that remote era, would not +have been tolerated. Our mothers and grandmothers +would as soon have thought of sacrificing an innocent +to Moloch as to Mammon. What meant it then—to +what can it be due—to precocity on the part of the +British baby, or degeneracy on the part of the British +parent—that two Baby Shows were "on" nearly at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +same moment—one at Mr. Giovannelli's at Highbury +Barn, the other at Mr. Holland's Gardens, North +Woolwich?</p> + +<p>Anxious to keep au courant with the times, even +when those times are chronicled by the rapid career of +the British baby—anxious also to blot out the idea of +the poor emaciated infants of Brixton, Camberwell, +and Greenwich, by bringing home to my experience +the opposite pole of infantile development—I paid a +visit, and sixpence, at Highbury Barn when the Baby +Show opened. On entering Mr. Giovannelli's spacious +hall, consecrated on ordinary occasions to the Terpsichorean +art, I found it a veritable shrine of the "Diva +triformis." Immediately on entering I was solicited +to invest extra coppers in a correct card, containing +the names, weights, and—not colours; they were all +of one colour, that of the ordinary human lobster—but +weights, of the various forms of Wackford Squeers +under twelve months, who were then and there assembled, +like a lot of little fat porkers. It was, in +truth, a sight to whet the appetite of an "annexed" +Fiji Islander, or any other carnivorous animal. My +correct card specified eighty "entries;" but, although +the exhibition only opened at two o'clock, and I was +there within an hour after, I found the numbers up +to 100 quite full. The interesting juveniles were +arranged within rails, draped with pink calico, all +arrayed in "gorgeous attire," and most of them partaking +of maternal sustenance. The mammas—all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +respectable married women of the working class—seemed +to consider the exhibition of their offspring +by no means infra dig., and were rather pleased than +otherwise to show you the legs and other points of +their adipose encumbrances. Several proposed that I +should test the weight, which I did tremulously, and +felt relieved when the infant Hercules was restored to +its natural protector. The prizes, which amounted in +the gross to between two and three hundred pounds, +were to be awarded in sums of 10<i>l.</i> and 5<i>l.</i>, and sometimes +in the shape of silver cups, on what principle I +am not quite clear; but the decision was to rest with +a jury of three medical men and two "matrons." If +simple adiposity, or the approximation of the human +form divine to that of the hippopotamus, be the standard +of excellence, there could be no doubt that a +young gentleman named Thomas Chaloner, numbered +48 in the correct card, aged eight months, and weighing +33lbs., would be facile princeps, a prognostication +of mine subsequently justified by the event. I must +confess to looking with awe, and returning every now +and then to look again, on this colossal child. At my +last visit some one asked on what it had been fed. +Shall I own that the demon of mischief prompted me +to supplement the inquiry by adding, "Oil cake, <i>or</i> +Thorley's Food for Cattle?"</p> + +<p>On the score, I suppose, of mere peculiarity, my +own attention—I frankly confess I am not a connoisseur—was +considerably engrossed by "two little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +Niggers." No doubt the number afterwards swelled +to the orthodox "ten little Niggers." One was a +jovial young "cuss" of eleven months—weighted at +29lbs., and numbered 62 on the card. He was a +clean-limbed young fellow, with a head of hair like a +furze-bush, and his mother was quite untinted. I +presume Paterfamilias was a fine coloured gentleman. +The other representative of the sons of Ham—John +Charles Abdula, aged three months, weight 21lbs., +and numbered 76—was too immature to draw upon +my sympathies; since I freely acknowledge such +specimens are utterly devoid of interest for me until +their bones are of sufficient consistency to enable them +to sit upright and look about as a British baby should. +This particular infant had not an idea above culinary +considerations. He was a very Alderman in embryo, +if there are such things as coloured Aldermen. Then +there were twins—that inscrutable visitation of Providence—three +brace of gemini. Triplets, in mercy +to our paternal feelings, Mr. Giovannelli spared us.</p> + +<p>There was one noteworthy point about this particular +exhibition. The mothers, at all events, got a +good four days' feed whilst their infantile furniture +was "on view." I heard, sotto voce, encomiums +on the dinner of the day confidingly exchanged between +gushing young matrons, and I myself witnessed +the disappearance of a decidedly comfortable tea, to +say nothing of sundry pints of porter discussed sub +rosâ and free of expense to such as stood in need of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +sustenance; and indeed a good many seemed to stand +in need of it. Small wonder, when the mammas were +so forcibly reminded by the highly-developed British +baby that, in Byron's own words, "our life is twofold."</p> + +<p>It is certainly passing, not from the sublime to the +ridiculous, but vice versâ, yet it is noting another testimony +to the growing importance of the British baby, +if one mentions the growth of crèches, or day-nurseries +for working-men's children in the metropolis. Already +an institution in Paris, they have been recently introduced +into England, and must surely prove a boon +to the wives of our working men. What in the world +does become of the infants of poor women who are +forced to work all day for their maintenance? Is it not +a miracle if something almost worse than "farming"—death +from negligence, fire, or bad nursing—does +not occur to them? The good ladies who have +founded, and themselves work, these crèches are surely +meeting a confessed necessity. I paid a visit one +day to 4, Bulstrode Street, where one of these +useful institutions was in full work. I found forty +little toddlers, some playing about a comfortable day-nursery, +others sleeping in tiny cribs ranged in a +double line along a spacious, well-aired sleeping-room; +some, too young for this, rocked in cosy cradles; but +all clean, safe, and happy. What needs it to say +whether the good ladies who tended them wore the +habit of St. Vincent de Paul, the poke-bonnet of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +Puseyite "sister," or the simple garb of unpretending +Protestantism? The thing is being done. The most +helpless of all our population—the children of the +working poor—are being kept from the streets, kept +from harm, and trained up to habits of decency, at +4, Bulstrode Street, Marylebone Lane. Any one can go +and see it for himself; and if he does—if he sees, as I +did, the quiet, unostentatious work that is there being +done for the British baby, "all for love and nothing +for reward"—I shall be very much surprised if he does +not confess that it is one of the best antidotes +imaginable to baby-farming, and a sight more decorous +and dignified than any Baby Show that could possibly +be imagined.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>A NIGHT IN A BAKEHOUSE.</h3> + + +<p>Alarmed at the prospect of "a free breakfast table" +in a sense other than the ordinary one—that is, a +breakfast table which should be minus the necessary +accompaniment of bread, or the luxury of French +rolls—I resolved to make myself master, so far as +might be possible, of the pros and cons of the question +at issue between bakers and masters at the period of +the anticipated strike some years ago. I confess to +having greatly neglected the subject of strikes. I had +attended a few meetings of the building operatives; +but the subject was one in which I myself was not +personally interested. I am not likely to want to +build a house, and might manage my own little +repairs while the strike lasted. But I confess to a +leaning for the staff of life. There are sundry small +mouths around me, too, of quite disproportionate +capacities in the way of bread and butter, to say +nothing at all of biscuits, buns, and tartlets. The +possibility of having to provide for an impending +state of siege, then, was one that touched me immediately +and vitally. Should I, before the dreaded<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +event, initiate the wife of my bosom in the mysteries +of bread baking? Should I commence forthwith a +series of practical experiments within the limited +confines of my kitchen oven? To prevent the otherwise +inevitable heaviness and possible ropiness in my +loaves of the future, some such previous process would +certainly have to be adopted. But, then, in order to +calculate the probabilities of the crisis, an examination +of the status in quo was necessary. Having a habit of +going to head-quarters in such questions, I resolved +to do so on the present occasion; so I took my hat, +and, as Sam Slick says, "I off an' out."</p> + +<p>The actual head-quarters of the men I found to be +at the Pewter Platter, White Lion Street, Bishopsgate. +Thither I adjourned, and, after drinking the +conventional glass of bitter at the bar, asked for a +baker. One came forth from an inner chamber, +looking sleepy, as bakers always look. In the penetralia +of the parlour which he left I saw a group of +floury comrades, the prominent features of the +gathering being depression and bagatelle. By my +comatose friend I was referred to the Admiral Carter, +in Bartholomew Close, where the men's committee +sat daily at four. The society in front of the bar +there was much more cheerful than that of the +Pewter Platter, and the bakers were discussing much +beer, of which they hospitably invited me to partake. +Still I learned little of their movements, save that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +they were to a man resolved to abide by the now +familiar platform of work from four to four, higher +wages, and no Sunday bakings. These were the +principal features of the demands, the sack money +and perquisites being confessedly subsidiary. Nauseated +as the public was and is with strikes, there are +certain classes of the community with whom it is +disposed to sympathize; and certainly one of those +classes is that of journeymen bakers. Bread for +breakfast we must have, and rolls we should like; but +we should also like to have these commodities with as +little nightwork as possible on the part of those who +produce them. The "Appeal to the Public" put +forth by the Strike Committee on the evening of the +day concerning which I write was, perhaps, a trifle +sensational; but if there was any truth in it, such +a state of things demanded careful investigation—especially +if it was a fact that the baker slept upon +the board where the bread was made, and mingled +his sweat and tears with the ingredients of the staff +of life. Pardonably, I hope, I wished to eat bread +without baker for my breakfast; but how could I +probe this dreadful problem? I had it—by a visit to +the bakehouse of my own baker, if possible, during +the hours of work.</p> + +<p>So I set out afresh after supper, and was most +obligingly received by the proprietor of what one may +well take as a typical West-end shop—neither very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +large nor very small—what is graphically termed a +"snug" concern with a good connexion, doing, as the +technical phrase goes, from sixteen to twenty sacks a +week. The resources of this establishment were at +once placed at my disposal for the night. Now, the +advantage of conferring with this particular master +was, that he was not pig-headed on the one hand, nor +unduly concessive, as he deemed some of his fellow-tradesmen +to be, on the other. He did not consider a +journeyman baker's berth a bed of roses, or his remuneration +likely to make him a millionaire; but neither +did he lose sight of the fact that certain hours must +be devoted to work, and a limit somewhere placed to +wage, or the public must suffer through the employer +of labour by being forced to pay higher prices. The +staff of this particular establishment consisted of four +men at the following wages: A foreman at 28<i>s.</i> and a +second hand at 20<i>s.</i> a week, both of whom were outsiders; +while, sleeping on the premises, and, at the +time of my arrival, buried in the arms of Morpheus, +were a third hand, at 16<i>s.</i>, and a fourth, at 12<i>s.</i> +Besides these wages they had certain perquisites, such +as bread, butter, sugar, flour, sack-money, yeast-money, +&c.; and the master, moreover, took his +adequate share of day-work. He was seated outside +his shop, enjoying the cool breezes, not of evening, +but of midnight, when I presented myself before his +astonished gaze. His wife and children had long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +since retired. The foreman and second "hand" had +not arrived; the third and fourth "hands" were, as I +said, sweetly sleeping, in a chamber on the basement, +well out of range of the bakehouse, to which, like a +couple of conspirators, we descended. It was not +exactly the spot one would have selected for a permanent +residence if left free to choose. It was, +perhaps, as Mr. Dickens's theatrical gentleman +phrased it, pernicious snug; but the ventilation was +satisfactory. There were two ovens, which certainly +kept the place at a temperature higher than might +have been agreeable on that hot September night. +Kneading troughs were ranged round the walls, and +in the centre, like an altar-tomb, was the fatal "board" +where, however, I sought in vain for the traces of +perspiration or tears. All was scrupulously clean. In +common phrase, you might have "eaten your dinner" +off any portion of it.</p> + +<p>Soon after midnight the outsiders turned in, first +the second hand and then the foreman, and, plunging +into the "Black Hole," made their toilettes du soir. +Then active operations commenced forthwith. In +one compartment of the kneading-trough was the +"sponge," which had been prepared by the foreman +early in the evening, and which now, having properly +settled, was mixed with the flour for the first batch, +and left to "prove." The process of making the +dough occupied until about one o'clock, and then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +followed two hours of comparative tranquillity, during +which the men adjourned to the retirement of certain +millers' sacks hard by, which they rolled up +cleverly into extempore beds, and seemed to prefer +to the board. The proving takes about two hours, +but varies with the temperature. If the dough is left +too long, a sour batch, or a "pitch in," is the result. +It is then cut out, weighed, and "handed up;" after +which it stands while the dough for the second batch +is being made, and those fatal rolls, around which so +much of this contest is likely to turn, are being got +forward. It must be understood that I am here +describing what took place in my typical bakehouse. +Proceedings will of course vary in details according +to the neighbourhood, the season, and other +circumstances. This makes, as my informant +suggested, the race of bakers necessarily in some +degree a varium atque mutabile genus, whom it +is difficult to bind by rigid "hard and fast" +lines. The first batch is in the oven at four, and is +drawn about 5.30. During the intervals there has +been the preparation of fancy bread and the "getting +off" of the rolls. Then the "cottage" batch is +moulded and got off, and comes out of the oven at +eight. From three o'clock up to this hour there has +been active work enough for everybody, and I felt +myself considerably in the way, adjourning ever and +anon to the master's snuggery above stairs to note<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +down my experiences. As for the men, they must +have fancied that I was an escaped lunatic, with +harmless eccentricities; and the fourth hand, who +was young, gazed at me all night with a fixed and +sleepy glare, as though on his guard lest I should be +seized with a refractory fit. At eight the close atmosphere +of the bakehouse was exchanged for the fresh +morning breeze by three out of the four hands, who +went to deliver the bread. The foreman remained +with the master to work at "small goods" until +about one, when he prepares the ferment for the +next night's baking. All concerned can get their +operations over about one or half-past one; so that, +reckoning them to begin at half-past twelve, and +deducting two hours of "sweat and tears" from one +to three, when they can sleep if they will, there are +some eleven hours of active labour. After the delivery +of the bread is over, it should be mentioned, +each man has about half an hour's bakehouse work in +the way of getting coals, cleaning biscuit tins, brushing +up, &c. When this is done, all, with the exception +of the foreman, who will have to look in and make +the sponge at eight <span class="smcap">p.m.</span>, are free until the commencement +of their most untimely work at midnight.</p> + +<p>On Sunday, the work in this particular bakehouse +is comparatively nil. The ovens have to be started +on Sunday morning; but this the master does himself, +and puts in the ferment, so that there is only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +the sponge to be made in the evening—a brief hour's +job, taken on alternate Sundays by the foreman and +the second hand. The "undersellers," my informant +told me, made large sums by Sunday bakings, often +covering their rent by them, so that their abandonment +would be a serious question; but there was +little in the way of Sabbath-breaking in my typical +bakehouse. As there were no Sunday bakings, +Saturday was a rather harder day than others, there +being a general scrub-up of the premises. The +work, my informant thought, could be condensed by +judicious co-operation, and the "four to four" rule +might be adopted in some establishments, but by no +means in all—as, for instance, where there was a +speciality for rolls and fancy bread. It seems, as +usual, that the difficulties thicken, not about the +necessaries, but about the luxuries and kickshaws of +life. The master relieved my immediate fears by +saying that he scarcely imagined matters would come +to a crisis. There was this difference between the +building and the baking trades, that all the master +bakers had been journeymen themselves, and were +thus able to sympathize with the men's difficulties. +They were not, he seemed to think, disposed to +haggle over a few shillings; but he added, "This is +not a question of labour against capital only, but of +labour against capital plus labour. I could," he said, +"if my men left me on the 21st, make bread enough<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +myself to supply all my customers, only they would +have to fetch it for themselves."</p> + +<p>Thus my worst fears were relieved. If it only +came to going out for my loaf, and even foregoing +French rolls, I could face that like a man; so I paced +the streets gaily in the morning air and arrived home +safely some time after the milk, and about the same +hour as those rolls themselves whose hitherto unguessed +history I had so far fathomed by my brief +experiences in the bakehouse.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>A LONDON SLAVE MARKET.</h3> + + +<p>There is a story called "Travellers' Wonders" in that +volume which used to be the delight of our childhood, +when the rising generation was more easily amused +and not quite so wide-awake as at present. The point +of the narrative is, that a facetious old gentleman +named Captain Compass beguiles a group of juveniles—who +must have been singularly gullible even +for those early days—by describing in mysterious and +alien-sounding terms the commonest home objects, +such as coals, cheese, butter, and so on. It would +almost seem as though Hood must have been perpetrating +a kindred joke upon grown-up children when +he wrote the lines—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's O to be a slave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Along with the barbarous Turk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where woman has never a soul to save,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If this is Christian Work!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Was he aware that here, in the heart of Christian +London, without going farther east than Bethnal +Green, there had existed from time immemorial, as +there exists still, a genuine Slave Market? Such +there is, and actually so named; less romantic, indeed, +than that we read of in "Don Juan," or used to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +see on the Adelphi boards in the drama of the +"Octoroon"—but still interesting in its way to those +who have a penchant for that grotesque side of London +life where the sublime and the ridiculous sometimes +blend so curiously.</p> + +<p>With only the vague address of Bethnal Green and +the date of Tuesday morning to guide me, I set out +for Worship Street Police Court, thinking it possible +to gain some further particulars from the police. I +found those functionaries civil, indeed, but disposed to +observe even more than official reticence about the +Slave Market. They told me the locality precisely +enough, but were even more vague as to the hour +than my own impressions. In fact, the sum of what +I could gain from them was, in slightly Hibernian +language, that there was nothing to see, and I could +see it any time on a Tuesday morning when I chose +to go down White Street, Bethnal Green. Leaving +the Court and inquiring my route to White Street, I +found that it ran off to the right some way down the +Bethnal Green Road from Shoreditch Station. Having +turned out of the main thoroughfare, you proceed +down one of those characteristic East End streets +where every small householder lives behind an elaborate +bright green door with portentous knocker, going +on until an arch of the Great Eastern Railway spans +the road. Arriving at this point any time between +the hours of eight and half-past nine on a Monday or +Tuesday morning, you have no need to be told that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +this is the East London Slave Market—supposing +you knew such a thing as a slave market was to be +seen in East London at all.</p> + +<p>There was, indeed, nothing resembling Byron's +graphic description in "Don Juan." Our English +slaves were all apparently of one nation, and there +were no slave merchants. The hundred young ladies +and gentlemen, of all ages from seven to seventeen, +were, as they would have expressed it, "on their own +hook." Ranged under the dead brick wall of the +railway arch, there was a generally mouldy appearance +about them. Instead of a picturesque difference +of colour, there was on every visage simply a greater +or less degree of that peculiar neutral tint, the unmistakable +unlovely hue of London dirt. In this respect, +too, they differed from the fresh country lads +and lasses one sees at a hiring in the North. They +were simply male and female City Arabs, with that +superabundant power of combining business and pleasure +which characterizes their race. The young gentlemen, +in the intervals of business—and it seemed to +be all interval and no business—devoted themselves +to games at buttons. Each of the young ladies—I +am afraid to say <i>how</i> young—had her cavalier, and +applied herself to very pronounced flirtation. The +language of one and all certainly fulfilled the baptismal +promise of their sponsors, if the poor little +waifs ever had any—for it was very "vulgar tongue" +indeed; and there was lots of it. The great sensation<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +of the morning was a broken window in an unoffending +tradesman's shop—a far from unusual occurrence, +as I learnt from the sufferer. This led to a slave +hunt on the part of the single policeman who occasionally +showed himself to keep as quiet as might be +the seething mass of humanity; and the young lady +or gentleman who was guilty of the damage was "off +market" for the morning—while the suffering tradesman +was assailed with a volley of abuse, couched in +strongest Saxon, for meekly protesting against the +demolition of his window-pane.</p> + +<p>The scene was most characteristic—very unlike the +genteel West End Servants' Registry, where young +ladies and gentlemen's gentlemen saunter in to find +places with high wages and the work "put out." It +was on Tuesday morning, and a little late in the day, +that I timed my visit; and I was informed that the +Market was somewhat flat. Certainly, one could not +apply to it the technicalities of the Stock Exchange, +and say that little boys were "dull," or girls, big or +little, "inactive;" but early on a Monday morning is, +it appears, the time to see the Slave Market in full +swing. Strangely enough, so far as I could judge, it +was all slaves and no buyers—or, rather, hirers. I +did not see the symptom of a bargain being struck, +though I was informed that a good many small tradesmen +do patronize the Market, for shop-boys, nurse-girls, +or household drudges. I do not know whether +my appearance was particularly attractive; but the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +number of offers I received from domestics of all kinds +would have sufficed to stock half-a-dozen establishments. +"Want a boy, sir?" "A girl for the childer, +sir?" said the juveniles, while the offers of the adult +ladies were more emphatic and less quotable. All, of +course, was mere badinage, or, as they would have +called it, "chaff," and it was meant good-humouredly +enough; though, had I been a legitimate hirer, I do +not know that I should have been tempted to add to +my household from this source. Indeed, there were +some not exactly pleasant reflections cast on the Slave +Market by those whom I consulted as to its merits. +It was not unusual, I was told, for slaves who were +hired on a Monday to turn up again on Tuesday +morning, either from incompatibility of temper on the +part of domestic and superior, or from other causes +unexplained. Tuesday morning is, in fact, to a large +extent, the mere residuum either of Monday's unhired +incapables, or of "returns." And yet, as I looked +around, I saw—as where does one not see?—some fair +young faces; girls who might have played with one's +little children all the better because they were so +nearly children themselves; and boys of preternatural +quickness, up to any job, and capable of being useful—ay, +and even ornamental—members of society, if +only that dreadful Bethnal Green twang could have +been eradicated. The abuse of the mother tongue on +the part even of these children was simply frightful. +If this were so in their playful moods, what—one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +could not help thinking—would it be if any dispute +arose on a contested point of domestic economy: as, +for instance, the too rapid disappearance of the cold +mutton, or sudden absence of master's boots?</p> + +<p>There was a garrulous cobbler whose stall bordered +on the Market, and his panacea for all the evils the +Slave Market brought with it was the London School +Board. "Why don't the officers come down and +collar some o' them youngsters, sir?" Why, indeed? +At present the Slave Market is undoubtedly a +nuisance; but there is no reason why, under proper +police supervision, it should not become a local convenience. +The ways of East London differ in all +respects from those of the West, and Servants' Registries +would not pay. Masters and servants are alike +too poor to advertise; and there seems to be no reason +why the Slave Market, under a changed name, and +with improved regulations, may not as really supply +a want as the country "hirings" do. The Arab, at +present, is not to be trusted with too much liberty. +Both male and female have odd Bedouin ways of their +own, requiring considerable and judicious manipulation +to mould them to the customs of civilized society. +The respectable residents, tired of the existing state +of things, look not unreasonably, as ratepayers, to the +School Board to thin down the children, and the +police to keep the adults in order. Under such conditions, +the Bethnal Green Slave Market may yet +become a useful institution.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3>TEA AND EXPERIENCE.</h3> + + +<p>I was walking the other day in one of the pleasant +western suburbs, and rashly sought a short cut back; +when, as is generally the case, I found that the longer +would have been much the nearer way home. Before +I knew it, I was involved in the labyrinths of that +region, sacred to washerwomen and kindred spirits, +known as Kensal New Town; and my further progress +was barred by the intervention of the Paddington +Canal, which is spanned at rare intervals in +this locality by pay-bridges, to the great discomfort of +the often impecunious natives. There was not even +one of these at hand, or my halfpenny would have +been paid under protest; so I had to wander like a +lost sprite among the network of semi-genteel streets +that skirt that most ungenteel thoroughfare, the +Kensal New Town Road, and forthwith I began to +find the neighbourhood papered with placards, announcing +a "Tea and Experience Meeting" at a local +hall, under the presidency of the Free Church pastor, +for the following Monday evening. Bakers' shops +bristled with the handbills, and they studded the multitudinous +pork butchers' windows in juxtaposition with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +cruel-looking black puddings and over-fat loin chops. +I determined I would go, if not to the tea, certainly +to the "Experience," for I like novel experiences of +all kinds: and this would certainly be new, whether +edifying or not.</p> + +<p>I got at length out of the labyrinth, and on the following +Monday ventured once more within its mazes, +though not exactly at six o'clock, which was the hour +appointed for the preliminary experience of tea. I +had experienced that kind of thing once or twice +before, and never found myself in a position of such +difficulty as on those occasions. In the first place I +do not care about tea, when it is good; but loathe it +when boiled in a washhouse copper, and poured out +from a large tin can, of which it tastes unpleasantly. +But, then again, the quantity as well as the quality +of the viands to be consumed was literally too much +for me. I might have managed one cup of decidedly +nasty tea, or what passes muster for such, but not +four or five, which I found to be the minimum. I +could stomach, or secretly dispose of in my pockets, a +single slice of leaden cake or oleaginous bread-and-butter; +but I could not do this with multitudinous +slabs of either. I never went to more than one tea-meeting +where I felt at home, and that was at the Soirée +Suisse, which takes place annually in London, where +pretty Helvetian damsels brew the most fragrant +coffee and hand round delicious little cakes, arrayed +as they are in their killing national costume and chat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>tering +in a dozen different patois. I had a notion that +tea at Kensal New Town would be very much less +eligible, so I stopped away. Perhaps I was prejudiced. +The tea might have been different from what I expected. +The experiences certainly were.</p> + +<p>I got there about half-past seven, having allowed +an interval of an hour and a half, which I thought +would be sufficient for the most inveterate tea-drinker, +even among the Kensal Town laundresses, should such +happen to be present. I took the precaution, +however, of bespeaking a lad of fifteen to accompany +me, in case any of the fragments of the feast should +yet have to be disposed of, since I knew his powers to +equal those of the ostrich in stowing away eatables, +especially in the lumpy cake line. Arrived at the +hall, however, I found no symptoms of the tea save +a steamy sort of smell and the rattle of the retreating +cups and saucers. Whether "to my spirit's gain or +loss," I had escaped the banquet and yet got in good +time for the subsequent experiences.</p> + +<p>A motherly-looking woman stood at the door, and +gave me a cheery invitation to come in. She looked +rather askance at my boy, but finding him properly +convoyed by my sober self, she admitted him within +the portal. A good many young gentlemen of a +similar age were evidently excluded, and were regaling +themselves with pagan sports outside. The hall was +partially filled with respectable-looking mechanics, +their wives, and families, there being more wives than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +mechanics, and more families than either. Children +abounded, especially babies in every stage of infantile +development. Many were taking their maternal tea; +and the boys and girls were got up in the most festive +attire, the boys particularly shining with yellow soap. +Most of the mammas wore perky hats, and many had +follow-me-lads down the back, but all were exceedingly +well-dressed and well-behaved, though evidently +brimful of hilarity as well as cake and tea.</p> + +<p>At the end of the hall was the inevitable platform, +with chairs and a large cushion spread over the front +rail for convenience of praying; since the "experiences" +were to be interspersed with sacred song and +prayer. Two gentlemen—I use the term advisedly—mounted +the rostrum, one a long-bearded, middle-aged +man, in a frock coat, who was the pastor, and +another an aged minister, superannuated, as I afterwards +discovered, and not altogether happy in his +worldly lot. He was very old, grey-haired, and +feeble, with a worn suit of clerical black, and a +voluminous white tie. He sat humbly, almost +despondingly, by the side of his younger brother in +the ministry, while the latter delivered a merry little +opening address, hoping all had made a good tea; if +not, there was still about half a can left. Nobody +wanted any more; so they had a hymn from the +"Sacred Songster," a copy of which volume I purchased +in the hall for twopence halfpenny. The tune +was a martial one, well sung by a choir of men and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +women to the accompaniment of a harmonium, and +bravely borne part in, you may depend upon it, by the +whole assembly, I verily believe, except the babies, +and one or two of these put in a note sometimes. +The hymn was called, "Oh, we are Volunteers!" and +was very Church-militant indeed, beginning thus:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forming into line at our Captain's word;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We are under marching orders to take the battle-field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we'll ne'er give o'er the fight till the foe shall yield.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Then came the chorus, repeated after every verse:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come and join the army, the army of the Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jesus is our Captain, we rally at His word:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharp will be the conflict with the powers of sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with such a leader we are sure to win.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The poor old minister offered up a short prayer. +The pastor read the 1st Corinthians, chapter 13, and +explained briefly what charity meant there; adding +that this gathering was very like one of the +Agapæ of the early Christians—a remark I had not +expected to hear in that assembly. Then there was +another hymn, "Beautiful Land of Rest," when it did +one good to hear the unction with which the second +syllable of the refrain was given:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Jerusalem, Jerusalem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beautiful land of rest.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>After this the "Experiences" commenced in real +earnest. Brothers and Sisters were exhorted to lay +aside shyness and mount the platform. Of course no +one would do so at first; and the poor shaky old +minister had to come to the rescue.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> + +<p>He told us, at rather too great length, the simple +story of his life—how he was a farmer's son, and had +several brothers "besides himself." He had to learn +verses of the Bible for his father, which used to go +against the grain, until at last, instead of being "a +wicked boy," he took up religion on his own account. +He began to be afraid that, if he died, he should go +to "a bad place," and therefore started saying his +prayers. His brother George used to push him over +when he was praying half-dressed in the bedroom, or +occasionally vary proceedings by stirring him up with +a sweeping brush. At last he found out a quiet place +under a haystack, and there retired to pray. The +old man drew a perfect picture of the first prayer thus +offered, and told us he could remember every little +detail of the spot, and the great oak tree spreading +its branches over it. "Here I am," he said, "a poor +old pilgrim on the bright side of seventy now, and +yet I can remember it all. I say the 'bright' side, for +I know it is a bright home I am soon going to." Then +he told us how God took his wife from him and all +his worldly goods, and he was quite eloquent about +the comfort his religion was to him now as he went +to his little lonely lodging. He drew next too +truthful a picture of the state of things he saw +around him in Kensal New Town—mothers with +infants in their arms crowding the tavern doors; and +finished up with a story, of which he did not see the +irrelevancy, about a fine lady going to the "theatre,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +and saying how much she had enjoyed the anticipation, +then the play itself, and, lastly, the thought +of it afterwards. She was overheard by a faithful +pastor, who told her she had omitted one detail. +"No," she said, "I have told you all." "You have +told us how you enjoyed the thoughts of the theatre, +and the performance, and the recollection of it afterwards; +but you have not told us how you will +enjoy the thoughts of it on your death-bed." Of +course the "fine lady" was converted on the spot, as +they always are in tracts; and the good old fellow +brought his long-winded narrative of experiences to +an end by-and-by, the pastor having omitted to pull +his coat-tails, as he promised to do if any speaker +exceeded the allotted time. "The people were certainly +very attentive to hear him," and one man next +my boy expressed his satisfaction by letting off little +groans, like minute guns, at frequent intervals.</p> + +<p>Then another hymn was sung, "The Beautiful Land +on High," which, by the way, is a favourite with the +spiritualists at their "Face Séances." I half expected +to see a ghostly-looking visage peep out of +some corner cupboard, as I had often done with my +spiritual friends—that being another experience which +I cultivate with considerable interest and curiosity. +The hymn being over, a black-bearded, but soft-voiced +man, in a velveteen coat, got upon the platform, and +told us how the chief delight of his life was at one +time making dogs fight. When the animals were not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +sufficiently pugnacious of themselves, his habit was +to construct an apparatus, consisting of a pin at the +end of a stick, and so urge them to the combat, until +it proved fatal to one of them. It was, he said, +dreadful work; and he now considered it the direct +machination of Satan. Another favourite pursuit was +interrupting the proceedings of open-air missionaries. +One day after he had done so, he went home with a +companion who had taken a tract from one of the +missionaries. He had a quarrel with his "missis." +"Not that missis sittin' there," he said, alluding to a +smart lady in front, "but my first missis." In order +to show his sulks against his missis, he took to +reading the tract, and it soon made him cry. Then +he went to chapel and heard a sermon on Lot's wife +being turned into a pillar of salt. He was a little +exercised by this, and saw the minister in the vestry, +but soon fell back into bad habits again, singing +canaries for 10<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i> a side. As he was taking his +bird out one Sunday morning, the bottom of the cage +came out, and the canary escaped. This he looked +upon as "God's work," since it caused him to go to +chapel that morning. His conversion soon followed, +and he applied to that circumstance, in a very apposite +manner, the Parable of the Prodigal, concluding +with a stanza from the well-known hymn—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God moves in a mysterious way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His wonders to perform.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Another moustached man followed. He was ex<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>ceedingly +well-dressed, though he told us he was only +a common labourer. He had long given up his "'art" +to God, but to little purpose until he came to this +chapel. "But there," he said, "down in that corner +under the gas-lamp, I prayed for the first time. I +prayed that God would take away my stony 'art and +give me a 'art of flesh, and renew a right sperrit +within me." From that time he led a new life. His +fellow-workmen began to sneer at the change, and +said ironically they should take to going to chapel +too. "I wish to God you would," was his reply. He +described the personal influence of the pastor upon him, +which strengthened the good resolutions he had formed, +and enabled him to say, "I will not let Thee go."</p> + +<p>I could not help thinking, as I listened to the +simple, earnest words of the speaker, that here was an +element the National Church is too apt to ignore. +The Roman Catholic Church would seize hold upon +that man, and put him in a working men's guild or +confraternity. The Free Church found him work to +do, and gave him a chief seat in the synagogue, and +an opportunity of airing his "experiences" on a platform. +Surely better either one or the other, than +sotting his life at a public-house, or turning tap-room +orator. He ended by crying shame upon himself for +having put off the change until so late in life, and +added a wish that all the labouring classes could see, +as he had been brought to see, where their chief interest +as well as happiness lay.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> + +<p>A tall man from the choir followed, and was considerably +more self-possessed than the other two +speakers. He told us at the outset that he had been +"a Christian" for fourteen years. It was generally +laid down as a rule, he said, that big men were good-tempered. +He was not a small man; but until he +gave his heart to God he was never good-tempered. +He had, for thirty-two years, been brought up in the +Church of England, but had found no conversion +there. He had no wish to speak against the Church, +but such was the case. He wandered about a good +deal in those years, from Roman Catholic to Old +Methodist chapels; but the latter settled him. He +was attending a class meeting in Kensal New Town +one night, and suddenly a determination came over +him that he would not sleep that night until he had +kneeled down and prayed with his wife, though it +would be the first time he had done so for thirty-two +years. When it came to bedtime his courage failed +him. He could not get into bed; and he did not +like to tell his wife why. "That," he said, "was the +devil worritin' me." His wife said, "I know what's +the matter with you. You want to pray. We will +see what we can do." His wife, he told us, was "unconverted," +but still she "throwed open the door" on +that occasion. He never knew happiness, he said, +until he came to Jesus; and he added, "Oh, I do +love my Jesus." He often talked to his fellow-workmen +about the state of their souls, and they asked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +him how it was he was so certain of being converted +(a question I fancy others than they would like to +have solved), and he answered them, "I feel it. I +was uncomfortable before; and now I am happy. I +don't wonder so much at the old martyrs going +boldly up to the stake, because I feel I could do anything +rather than give up my Jesus."</p> + +<p>Hereupon the pastor, anticipating the departure of +some of the assembly—for the clock was pointing to +ten—announced a Temperance Meeting for the following +Monday, and also said he should like the congregation +to get up these meetings entirely on their +own account, without any "clerical" element at all, +and to make the Tea Meeting a "Free and Easy" in +the best sense of the word.</p> + +<p>I went—shall I confess it?—to the experience +meeting rather inclined to scoff, and I stopped, if not +altogether to pray, at least to think very seriously of +the value of the instrumentality thus brought to bear +on such intractable material as the Kensal New Town +population. The more cumbrous, even if more perfect +or polished, machinery of the Established Church +has notoriously failed for a long time to affect such +raw material; and if it is beginning to succeed it is +really by "taking a leaf out of the book" of such +pastors as the one whose Tea-and-Experience Meeting +I had attended. "Palmam qui meruit ferat."</p> + +<p>Stiggins element, I must, in all justice, say there +was none. The pastor was a simple but a refined and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +gentlemanly man; so was the poor broken old minister. +There was no symptom of raving or rant; no +vulgarity or bad taste. A gathering at a deanery or +an episcopal palace could not have been more decorous, +and I doubt if the hymns would have been sung +as heartily. There was as little clerical starch as +there was of the opposite element. Rubbing off the +angles of character was one of the objects actually +proposed by the pastor as the result of these gatherings; +and I really felt as though a corner or two had +gone out of my constitution. If a man is disposed to +be priggish, or a lady exclusive, in religious matters, +I would recommend the one or the other to avail +themselves of the next opportunity to attend a Tea-and-Experience +Meeting at Kensal New Town.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<h3>SUNDAY LINNET-SINGING.</h3> + + +<p>There is something very Arcadian and un-Cockney-like +in the idea of linnet-singing in Lock's Fields. +Imagination pictures so readily the green pastures +and the wild bird's song, and Corydon with his pipe +and his Phyllis, that it seems a pity to disabuse that +exquisite faculty of our nature so far as to suggest +that the linnets of which we speak are not wild, but +tame and caged, and the fields very much less rural +than those of Lincoln's Inn. This was the announcement +that drew me to the New Kent Road on a +recent Sunday morning to hear what poor Cockney +Keats called the "tender-legged linnets:" "Bird-singing.—A +match is made between Thomas Walker +(the Bermondsey Champion) and William Hart +(Champion of Walworth) to sing two linnets, on +Sunday, for 2<i>l.</i> a side; birds to be on the nail precisely +at two o'clock; the host to be referee. 10<i>s.</i> is +now down; the remainder by nine this evening, at +the Jolly Butchers, Rodney Road, Lock's Fields. +Also a copper kettle will be sung for on the same +day by six pairs of linnets; first pair up at half-past +six o'clock in the evening. Any person requiring the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +said room for matches, &c., on making application to +the host, will immediately be answered."</p> + +<p>Rodney Road, be it known, is anything but a +romantic thoroughfare, leading out of the New Kent +Road, a little way from the Elephant and Castle; +and the caravanserai bearing the title of the Jolly +Butchers is an unpretending beershop, with no outward +and visible signs of especial joviality. On +entering I met mine host, rubicund and jolly enough, +who politely pioneered me upstairs, when I reported +myself as in quest of the linnets. The scene of +contest I found to be a largish room, where some +twenty or thirty most un-Arcadian looking gentlemen +were already assembled, the only adjunct at all symptomatic +of that pastoral district being their pipes, at +which they were diligently puffing. The whole of +the tender-legged competitors, both for the money +and the copper kettle, were hanging in little square +green cages over the fireplace; and the one idea +uppermost in my mind was how well the linnets +must be seasoned to tobacco smoke if they could sing +at all in the atmosphere which those Corydons were +so carefully polluting. Corydon, besides his pipe, had +adopted nuts and beer to solace the tedium of the +quarter of an hour that yet intervened before the +Bermondsey bird and its Walworth antagonist were +to be "on the nail;" and ever and anon fresh Corydons +kept dropping in, until some fifty or sixty had +assembled. They were all of one type. There was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +"birdiness" discernible on the outer man of each; +for birdiness, as well as horseyness, writes its mark +on the countenance and the attire. In the latter +department there was a proclivity to thick pea-jackets +and voluminous white comforters round the neck, +though the day was springlike and the room stuffy. +The talk was loud, but not boisterous, and garnished +with fewer elegant flowers of speech than one would +have expected. Five minutes before two the non-competing +birds were carefully muffled up in pocket-handkerchiefs, +and carried in their cages out of earshot, +lest their twitterings might inspire the competing +minstrels. Bermondsey and Walworth alone +occupied the nails. Scarcely any bets were made. +They seemed an impecunious assemblage, gathered for +mere sport. One gentleman did, indeed, offer to stake +"that 'ere blowsy bob," as though a shilling in his +possession were a rarity of which his friends must be +certainly aware. What was the occult meaning of +the epithet "Blowsy" I could not fathom, but there +were no takers; and, after the windows had been +opened for a few minutes to clear the atmosphere, +they were closed again; the door locked; the two +markers took their place at a table in front of the +birds, with bits of chalk in their hands; mine host +stood by as referee in case of disputes; time was +called; and silence reigned supreme for a quarter of +an hour, broken only by the vocal performances of +the Bermondsey and Walworth champions respec<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>tively. +If a hapless human being did so far forget +himself as to cough or tread incontinently upon a +nutshell, he was called to silence with curses not loud +but deep.</p> + +<p>The Walworth bird opened the concert with a brilliant +solo by way of overture, which was duly reported +by the musical critic in the shape of a chalk line on +the table. The length of the effusion did not matter; +a long aria, or a brilliant but spasmodic cadenza, each +counted one, and one only. The Bermondsey bird, +heedless of the issue at stake, devoted the precious +moments to eating, emitting nothing beyond a dyspeptic +twitter which didn't count; and his proprietor +stood by me evidently chagrined, and perspiring profusely, +either from anxiety or superfluous attire. +Nearly half the time had gone by before Bermondsey +put forth its powers. Meanwhile, Walworth made +the most of the opportunity, singing in a manner of +which I did not know linnets were capable. There +were notes and passages in the répertoire of Walworth +which were worthy of a canary. The bird no doubt +felt that the credit of home art was at stake, and sang +with a vigour calculated to throw foreign feathered +artistes into the shade. Bermondsey evidently sang +best after dinner, so he dined like an alderman; yet +dined, alas! not wisely, but too well, or rather too +long. Then he sang, first, a defiant roulade or so, as +much as to say, "Can you beat that, Walworth?" +pausing, with his head wickedly on one side, for a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +reply. That reply was not wanting, for Walworth +was flushed with success; and one could not help regretting +ignorance of bird-language so as to gather +exactly what the reply meant. Then came a protracted +duet between the two birds, which was the +pièce de résistance of the whole performance. The +silence became irksome. I could not help congratulating +myself on the fact that no Corydon had brought +his Phyllis; for Phyllis, I am sure, would not have +been able to stand it. Phyllis, I feel certain, would +have giggled. We remained mute as mice, solemn as +judges. The ghost of a twitter was hailed with mute +signs of approval by the backers of each bird; but a +glance at the expressive features of the host warned +the markers that nothing must be chalked down that +did not come up to his idea of singing. Had the +destinies of empires hung upon his nod he could +scarcely have looked more oracular. But Walworth +could afford to take matters easily now. For the last +five minutes the Bermondsey bird did most of the +music; still it was a hopeless case. Success was not +on the cards. By-and-by, time was again called. +Babel recommenced, and the result stood as follows:</p> + +<p> +Walworth 3 score 18<br /> +Bermondsey 1 score 10<br /> +</p> + +<p>It was an ignominious defeat truly; and, had one +been disposed to moralize, it had not been difficult to +draw a moral therefrom. It was not a case of "no +song, no supper;" but of supper—or, rather, dinner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>—and +no song. Bermondsey had failed in the artistic +combat, not from lack of powers, as its brilliant part +in the duet and its subsequent soli proved, but simply +from a Sybaritic love for creature comforts. I ventured +to suggest it might have been expedient to +remove the seed, but was informed that, under those +circumstances, the creature—its proprietor called it +an uglier name—would not have sung at all. The +remarkable part of the business to me was that they +did sing at the proper time. They had not uttered +anything beyond a twitter until silence was called, +and from that moment one or the other was singing +incessantly. I suppose it was the silence. I have +noticed not only caged birds, but children—not to +speak ungallantly of the fair sex—generally give +tongue most freely when one is silent, and presumably +wants to keep so.</p> + +<p>The contest, however, was over, the stakes paid, +and Corydon sought his pastoral pipe again—not +without beer. It was a new experience, but not a +very exciting one—to me, at least. It evidently had +its attractions for the very large majority of attendants. +In fact, Rodney Road is generally a "birdy" neighbourhood. +Its staple products, to judge by the shops, +seemed birds and beer. I was much pressed by mine +host to stay for the evening entertainment, when six +birds were to sing, and the attendance would be more +numerous. As some five hours intervened I expressed +regret at my inability to remain, reserving my opinion<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +that five hours in Lock's Fields might prove the reverse +of attractive, and Corydon in greater force might +not have an agreeable effect on that already stuffy +chamber. So I took myself off, wondering much, by +the way, what strange association of ideas could have +led any imaginative man to propose such an incongruous +reward as a copper kettle by way of præmium +for linnet-singing.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<h3>A WOMAN'S RIGHTS DEBATE.</h3> + + +<p>There never was a time when, on all sorts of subjects, +from Mesmerism to Woman's Rights, the ladies had +so much to say for themselves. There is an ancient +heresy which tells us that, on most occasions, ladies +are prone to have the last word; but certain it is that +they are making themselves heard now. On the special +subject of her so-called "Rights" the abstract Woman +was, I knew, prodigiously emphatic—how emphatic, +though, I was not quite aware, until having seen from +the top of a City-bound omnibus that a lady whom I +will describe by the Aristophanic name of Praxagora +would lecture at the Castle Street Co-operative Institute. +I went and co-operated so far as to form one +of that lady's audience. Her subject—the "Political +Status of Women"—was evidently attractive, not +only to what we used in our innocence to call the +weaker sex, but also to those who are soon to have +proved to them the fallacy of calling themselves the +stronger. A goodly assemblage had gathered in the +fine hall of the Co-operators to join in demolishing +that ancient myth as to the superiority of the male +sex. My first intention was to have reported verbatim<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +or nearly so the oration of Praxagora on the subject; +and if I changed my scheme it was not because that +lady did not deserve to be reported. She said all that +was to be said on the matter, and said it exceedingly +well too; but when the lecture, which lasted fifty +minutes, was over, I found it was to be succeeded by a +debate; and I thought more might be gained by chronicling +the collision of opinion thence ensuing than +by simply quoting the words of any one speaker, however +eloquent or exhaustive.</p> + +<p>I own with fear and trembling—for it is a delicate, +dangerous avowal—that, as a rule, I do not sympathize +with the ladies who declaim on the subject of +Woman's Rights. I do not mean to say I lack sympathy +with the subject—I should like everybody to +have their rights, and especially women—but they +are sometimes asserted in such a sledge-hammer +fashion, and the ladies who give them utterance are +so prone to run large and be shrill-voiced that their +very physique proves their claim either unnecessary +or undesirable. I feel certain that in whatever station +of domestic life those ladies may be placed, they +would have their full rights, if not something more; +and as for Parliamentary rights, I tremble for the unprotected +males should such viragos ever compass the +franchise; or, worse still, realize the ambition of the +Ecclesiazusæ of Aristophanes, and sit on the benches +of St. Stephen's clad in the nether garments of the +hirsute sex. There was nothing of that kind on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +Tuesday night. In manner and appearance our present +Praxagora was thoroughly feminine, and, by her +very quietude of manner, impressed me with a consciousness +of power, and determination to use it. +Her voice was soft and silvery almost as that of Miss +Faithfull herself; and when, at the outset of her lecture, +she claimed indulgence on the score of never +having spoken in a public hall before, we had to press +forward to the front benches to catch the modulated +tones, and men who came clumping in with heavy +boots in the course of the lecture were severely hushed +down by stern-visaged females among the audience.</p> + +<p>Disclaiming connexion with any society, Praxagora +still adopted the first person plural in speaking of the +doctrines and intentions of the down-trodden females. +"We" felt so and so; "we" intended to do this or +that; and certainly her cause gained by the element +of mystery thus introduced, as well as by her own +undoubted power of dealing with the subject. When +the "we" is seen to refer to the brazen-voiced ladies +aforesaid, and a few of the opposite sex who appear +to have changed natures with the gentle ones they +champion, that plural pronoun is the reverse of imposing, +but the "we" of Praxagora introduced an element +of awe, if only on the omne ignotum pro magnifico +principle. In the most forcible way she went through +the stock objections against giving women the franchise, +and knocked them down one by one like so +many ninepins. That coveted boon of a vote she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +proved to be at the basis of all the regeneration of +women. She claimed that woman should have her +share in making the laws by which she was governed, +and denied the popular assertion that in so doing she +would quit her proper sphere. In fact, we all went +with her up to a certain point, and most of the +audience beyond that point. For myself I confess I +felt disheartened when, having dealt in the most consummate +way with other aspects of the subject, she +came to the religious phase, and begging the question +that the Bible and religion discountenanced woman's +rights, commenced what sounded to me like a furious +attack on each.</p> + +<p>Now I happen to know—what perhaps those who +look from another standpoint do not know—that this +aggressive attitude assumed so unnecessarily by the +advocates of woman's rights is calculated to keep back +the cause more than anything else; and matter and +manner had been so much the reverse of hostile up to +the moment she plunged incontinently into the +religious question, that it quite took me by surprise. +I have known scores of people who, when they came +under vigorous protest to hear Miss Emily Faithfull +on the same fertile subject, went away converted +because they found no iconoclasm of this kind in her +teaching. They came to scoff and stopped, not indeed +to pray, but to listen very attentively to a theme +which has so much to be said in its favour that +it is a pity to complicate its advocacy by the introduc<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>tion +of an extraneous and most difficult question. So +it was, however; with pale, earnest face, and accents +more incisive than before, Praxagora said if Bible and +religion stood in the way of Woman's Rights, +then Bible and religion must go. That was the gist +of her remarks. I need not follow her in detail, +because the supplementary matter sounded more +bitterly still; and, had she not been reading from MS. +I should have thought the lecturer was carried away +by her subject; but no, she was reading quite calmly +what were clearly enough her natural and deliberate +opinions. I said I was surprised at the line she took. +Perhaps I ought scarcely to have been so, for she was +flanked on one side by Mr. Bradlaugh, on the other by +Mr. Holyoake! but I never remember being so struck +with a contrast as when at one moment Praxagora +pictured the beauty of a well-regulated home, and the +tender offices of woman towards the little children, +and then shot off at a tangent to fierce invectives +against the Bible and religion, which seemed so +utterly uncalled for that no adversary who wanted to +damage the cause could possibly have invented a more +complete method of doing so.</p> + +<p>The lecture over, the chairman invited discussion, +and a fierce little working man immediately mounted the +platform and took Praxagora to task for her injudicious +onslaught. But, as usual, this gentleman was wildly +irrelevant and carried away by his commendable zeal. +Over and over again he had to be recalled to the ques<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>tion, +until finally he set his whole audience against +him, and had to sit down abruptly in the middle of a +sort of apotheosis of Moses—as far as I could hear, +for his zeal outran his eloquence as well as his discretion, +and rendered him barely audible. A second +speaker followed, and, though cordially sympathizing +with the address, and tracing woman's incapacity to her +state of subjugation, regretted that such a disturbing +element as religion had been mixed up with a social +claim. He considered that such a subject must inevitably +prove an apple of discord. For this he was +at once severely handled by Mr. Bradlaugh, who, consistently +enough, defended the line Praxagora adopted +towards the religious question, and justified the introduction +of the subject from the charge of irrelevance. +He also deprecated the surprise which the last speaker +had expressed at the excellent address of Praxagora by +pointing out that in America about one-third of the +press were females, a fact which he attributed to the +plan of Mixed Education. Then a new line was opened +up by a speaker—it was as impossible to catch +their names as to hear the stations announced by +porters on the Underground Railway. He predicted +that if women did get the franchise, Mr. Bradlaugh's +"Temple" would be shut up in six months, as well as +those of Messrs. Voysey and Conway and Dr. Perfitt. +The ladies, he said, were swayed by Conventionalism +and Priestcraft, and until you educated them, you +could not safely give them the franchise.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>A youthful Good Templar mounted the rostrum, +for the purpose of patting Praxagora metaphorically on +the back, and also ventilating his own opinions on the +apathy of the working man in claiming his vote. +Then somebody got up and denied that ladies were +by nature theological. Their virtues were superior +to those of men just as their voices were an octave +higher. He was for having a Moral Department of +the State presided over by ladies. Only one lady +spoke; a jaunty young woman in a sailor's hat, who +said that in religious persecutions men, not women, +had been the persecutors; and then Praxagora rose to +reply. She first of all explained her position with +regard to the Bible, which she denied having unnecessarily +attacked. The Bible forbade a woman to +speak; and, that being so, the Bible must stand on +one side, for "we" were going to speak. That the +highest intellects had been formed on Bible models +she denied by instancing Shelley. If she thought +that this movement was going to destroy the womanhood +of her sex she would not move a finger for its +furtherance. She only thought it would give a +higher style of womanhood. As to women requiring +to be educated before they would know how to use +the franchise, she pointed triumphantly to the Government +which men had placed in power. It was +significant, she said, that the first exercise of the +working men's franchise had been to place a Conservative +Government in office.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + +<p>I daresay I am wrong, but the impression left on +my mind by the discussion was that the liberty of +thought and action claimed was the liberty of thinking +as "<i>we</i>" think and doing what "<i>we</i>" want to have +done—a process which has been before now mistaken +for absolute freedom. Stripped of its aggressive adjuncts, +Praxagora's advocacy of her main subject would +be telling in the extreme from the fact of her blending +such thorough womanliness of person, character, and +sentiment with such vigorous championship of a +doctrine against which I do not believe any prejudice +exists. Drag in the religious difficulty, however, and +you immediately array against it a host of prejudices, +whether reasonable ones or the reverse is not now the +question. I am only concerned with the unwisdom +of having called them into existence. I own I +thought that Christianity had been the means of +raising woman from her state of Oriental degradation +to the position she occupies in civilized countries. +But I was only there to listen, not to speak; and I +confess I came away in a divided frame of mind. I +was pleased with the paper, but irritated to think +that a lady, holding such excellent cards, should risk +playing a losing game.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<h3>AN OPEN-AIR TICHBORNE MEETING.</h3> + + +<p>When Sydney Smith, from the depths of his barbarian +ignorance, sought to rise to the conception of a +Puseyite, he said in substance much as follows:—"I +know not what these silly people want, except to +revive every obsolete custom which the common sense +of mankind has allowed to go to sleep." Puseyism is +not to our present purpose; but Tichborne-ism is—for +it has attained to the dignity of a veritable ism—and +we may define it much after the same method, as +an attempt, not, indeed, to revive the claims of, but +to restore to society a person, who, after a trial of +unexampled length, was consigned by the verdict of a +jury, and the consequent sentence of the Lord Chief +Justice, to the possibly uncongenial retirement of +Millbank Penitentiary. With the rights or wrongs +of such an event I have simply nothing to do. I +abandoned the Tichborne Trial at an early stage in a +condition of utter bewilderment; and directly an old +gentleman sought to button-hole me, and argue that +he must be the man, or he couldn't be the man, I +made off, or changed the conversation as rapidly as I +could.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> + +<p>But when the question had at length been resolved +by wiser heads than mine, and when, too, I felt I could +write calmly, with no fear of an action for contempt +of court before my eyes, I confess that a poster +announcing an open-air Tichborne meeting in Mr. +Warren's cricket-field, Notting Hill, was too fascinating +for me. I had heard of such gatherings in +provincial places and East End halls; but this invasion +of the West was breaking new ground. I +would go; in fine I went. On the evening of an +exceptionally hot July day, I felt there might be +worse places than Mr. Warren's breezy cricket ground +alongside Notting Barn Farm; so six o'clock, the +hour when the chair was to be taken, found me at the +spot—first of the outer world—and forestalled only +by a solitary Tichbornite. How I knew that the +gentleman in question deserved that appellation I +say not; but I felt instinctively that such was the case. +He had a shiny black frock-coat on, like a well-to-do +artisan out for a holiday, and a roll of paper protruding +from his pocket I rightly inferred to be a +Tichborne petition for signature. As soon as we got +on the ground, and I was enjoying the sensation of +the crisp well rolled turf beneath my feet, a man hove +in sight with a table, and this attracted a few +observers. A gentleman in a light coat, too, who +was serenely gazing over the hedge at the Kensington +Park Cricket Club in the next ground, was, they +informed me, Mr. Guildford Onslow. The presiding<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +genius of the place, however, was Mrs. Warren, who, +arrayed in a gown of emerald green—as though she +were attending a Fenian meeting—bustled about in a +state of intense excitement until the greengrocer's +cart, which was to serve as a rostrum, had arrived. +When this occurred, the table and half a dozen +Windsor chairs were hoisted into it; another table +was arranged below the van, with the Tichborne +Petition outspread upon it; and I fancied that +arrangements were complete.</p> + +<p>Not so, however. The gentleman in the shiny +coat and emerald green Mrs. Warren between them +tin-tacked up a long scroll or "legend" along the rim +of the van, consisting of the text from Psalm xxxv. +11:—"False witnesses did rise up against me. They +laid to my charge things that I knew not." The +association of ideas was grotesque, I know, but really +as Mrs. Warren and the shiny artisan were nailing +this strip to the greengrocer's van, they put me very +much in mind of a curate and a lady friend "doing +decorations" at Christmas or Eastertide. Nor was this +all. When the "strange device" was duly tin-tacked, +some workmen brought four long pieces of quartering, +and a second strip of white calico with letters stuck +on it was nailed to these; and when the stalwart +fellows hoisted it in air and tied the two centre pieces +of wood to the wheels of the greengrocer's cart, I +found that it consisted of the Ninth Commandment. +The self-sacrificing carpenters were to hold—and did<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +hold—the outside poles banner-wise during the entire +evening; and, with one slight exception, this banner +with the strange device, No. 2, formed an appropriate, +if not altogether ornamental background for the greengrocer's +van. Knots of people had gathered during +these proceedings; and I was confused to find that I +was being generally pointed out as Mr. Onslow, that +gentleman having retired to the privacy of Mr. +Warren's neighbouring abode. Later on I was taken +for a detective, because, in my innocence, I withdrew +ever and anon from the crowd, and, sitting on a +verdurous bank, jotted down a note in my pocket-book; +but this got me into such bad odour by-and-by +that I felt it better to desist, and trust to memory. +Some of the smaller boys also averred that I was Sir +Roger himself, but their youthful opinions were too +palpably erroneous to carry weight.</p> + +<p>In due course the van was occupied by Mr. Onslow, +the Rev. Mr. Buckingham (about whom I felt, of +course, very curious), my shining artisan, and a few +others. A thin-faced gentleman, whose name I could +not catch, was voted to the chair, and announced to +us that he should go on talking awhile in order that +Messrs. Onslow and Buckingham might "refresh," as +they had each come from the country. This they did +coram publico in the cart, while the chairman kept us +amused. The wind, too, was blowing pretty freshly, +and was especially hard on the Ninth Commandment, +which gave considerable trouble to the holders of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +props. It was directly in the teeth of the speaker, +too—an arrangement which Mrs. Warren, in her zeal, +had overlooked; and it was decided by common consent +to "reverse the meeting"—that is, to turn the +chairs of the speakers round, so that the Ninth Commandment +was nowhere, and looked like an Egyptian +hieroglyph, as the reversed letters showed dimly +through the calico. The chairman eventually read to +the meeting, which was now a tolerably full one, the +form of petition which was to serve as the single resolution +of the evening. I was struck with this gentleman's +departure from conventional legal phraseology +on this occasion. Instead of naming the cause célèbre +"The Queen <i>versus</i> Castro" (it being written, as Sam +Weller says, with a "wee") he termed it "The Queen +<i>via</i> Castro!" The petition was as follows:—</p> + +<p>"That in the trial at Bar in the Court of Queen's +Bench, on an indictment of the Queen v. Castro, alias +Arthur Orton, alias Sir Roger Charles Doughty Tichborne, +Bart., for perjury, the jury, on the 28th day of +February, 1874, brought in a verdict of guilty against +him, declaring him to be Arthur Orton, and he was +sentenced to fourteen years' penal servitude, which he +is now undergoing.</p> + +<p>"That your petitioners have reason to know and +believe and are satisfied, both from the evidence +produced at the trial and furnished since, and from +their own personal knowledge that he is not Arthur +Orton.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That though 280 witnesses were examined at the +said trial in his behalf, a very large number more, as +your petitioners have been informed and believe, were +also ready to be examined, but that funds were not +available for the purpose, the defendant having been +entirely dependent on the voluntary subscriptions of +the public for his defence.</p> + +<p>"That your petitioners submit that such a large +number as 280 witnesses, most of whom gave positive +evidence that the defendant was not Arthur Orton, +and whose testimony in two instances only was questioned +in a court of law—as against about 200 witnesses +for the prosecution, whose evidence was chiefly +of a negative character—was of itself enough to raise +a doubt in the defendant's favour, of which doubt he +ought to have had the benefit, in accordance both +with the law and the custom of the country.</p> + +<p>"That, under the circumstances, your petitioners +submit that he had not a fair trial, and they pray +your honourable House to take the matter into your +serious consideration, with a view to memorialize her +Majesty to grant a free pardon."</p> + +<p>The Rev. Mr. Buckingham, a cheery gentleman +who bore a remarkable resemblance to the celebrated +Mr. Pickwick, rose to move the resolution; and I +could not help noticing that, not content with the +ordinary white tie of clerical life, he had "continued +the idea downwards" in a white waistcoat, which +rather altered the state of things. He spoke well<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +and forcibly I should think for an hour, confining his +remarks to the subject of "Sir Roger" not being +Arthur Orton. He (Mr. Buckingham) belonged to +some waterside mission at Wapping, and had known +Arthur Orton familiarly from earliest boyhood. His +two grievances were that his negative evidence had +not been taken, and that he was now being continually +waited on by "Jesuits," who temptingly +held out cheques for 1000<i>l.</i> to him if he would only +make affidavit that the man in Millbank was Arthur +Orton.</p> + +<p>Mr. Onslow, who seconded the resolution, however, +made the speech of the evening, and was so enthusiastically +received that he had to recommence several +times after glowing perorations. The burden of Mr. +Onslow's prophecy was the unfairness of the trial; +and his "bogies" were detectives, just as Mr. Buckingham's +were Jesuits. The Jean Luie affair was +the most infernal "plant" in the whole case; and he +read records of conflicting evidence which really were +enough to make one pack up one's traps and resolve +on instant emigration. He was, however, certainly +right on one point. He said that such meetings were +safety-valves which prevented revolution. No doubt +this was a safety-valve. It amused the speakers, and +Mrs. Warren and the glazed artisan; and it could do +nobody any possible harm. Whether it was likely to +do the man of Millbank any good was quite another +matter, and one which, of course, it was quite beside<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +my purpose to discuss. There was a deal of—to +me—very interesting speaking; for I gained new +light about the case, and stood until my legs fairly +ached listening to Messrs. Buckingham and Onslow.</p> + +<p>When the editor of the <i>Tichborne Gazette</i> claimed +an innings it was another matter; and—perhaps with +lack of esprit de corps—I decamped. I only saw this +gentleman gesticulating as I left the field; but the +rate at which he was getting up the steam promised +a speech that would last till nightfall.</p> + +<p>As I went off the ground I was struck with the +clever way in which a London costermonger will turn +anything and everything to account. One of them +was going about with a truck of cherries, crying out, +"Sir Roger Tichborne cherries. Penny a lot!"</p> + +<p>There was no symptom of overt opposition, though +opponents were blandly invited to mount the waggon +and state their views; but there was a good deal of +quiet chaff on the outskirts of the crowd, which is +the portion I always select on such occasions for my +observation. On the whole, however, the assembly +was pretty unanimous; and though it never assumed +the dimensions of a "monster meeting," the fact that +even so many people could be got together for such +a purpose seemed to me sufficiently a sign of the +times to deserve annotation in passing.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + +<h3>SUNDAY IN A PEOPLE'S GARDEN.</h3> + + +<p>I have often thought that an interesting series of +articles might be written on the subject of "London +out of Church," dealing with the manners and customs +of those people who patronize no sort of religious +establishment on the Sunday. I have seen pretty well +all the typical phases of religious London and London +irreligious; but these would rather be characterized as +non-religious than as irreligious folks. They do not +belong to any of the varied forms of faith; in fact +faith is from their life a thing apart. It is in this +negative way that they are interesting. Sunday is +with them only a regularly recurring Bank Holiday. +It would be interesting to know what they do with it. +A special difficulty, however, exists for me in any such +inquiry, resulting from the fact that, in my capacity +of clerical casual, I am pretty generally engaged on +the Sunday; and when I am not, my Day of Rest is +too valuable to be devoted to any of the manifold forms +of metropolitan Sabbath-breaking. I have a great +idea that parsons ought to be frequently preached at; +and so I generally go to some church or chapel when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +out of harness myself; and if "hearing sermons" +constitute the proper carrying out of the things promised +and vowed on my behalf at baptism I must +have undergone as complete a course of Christian discipline +as any man in Christendom, for I have been +preached at by everybody from Roman Catholics down +to Walworth Jumpers and Plumstead Peculiars!</p> + +<p>But impressed with anxiety to know about the +doings of the non-Church-goers, I have for a long +time cast sheep's eyes at the Sunday League, and +more than once definitely promised to join one of their +Sunday outings; but I am strongly of Tom Hood's +opinion that—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The man who's fond precociously of stirring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must be a <i>spoon</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The Sunday League commence their excursions at +untimely hours; and it is a cardinal point in my creed +that Sunday ought to be a Day of Rest, at all events +in the matter of breakfast in bed. I missed the excursion +to Shakspeare's House in this way, and the +paper on the Bard of Avon, full of the genius loci, +must have been as edifying as a sermon. So, too, on +a recent Sunday, when the Sunday League on their +way to Southend got mixed up with the Volunteer +Artillery going to Shoebury, I was again found +wanting. But still the old penchant remained, and +Sunday was my last free one for a long time. How +could I utilize it? I had it; I would go to the +People's Garden at Willesden. I had heard that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +certain very mild forms of Sabbath breaking prevailed +there. I would go and see for myself.</p> + +<p>I had been at the People's Garden twice before; +once on the occasion of a spiritualistic picnic, and once, +more recently, at a workmen's flower show; and felt +considerable interest in the place, especially as the +People had been polite enough to send me a season +ticket, so that I was one of the People myself.</p> + +<p>This People's Garden was not exactly a Paradise +yet, though it is in a fair way of becoming one. It +is a spot of some fifty acres reclaimed from the scrubbiest +part of Wormwood Scrubbs, and made the focus +of a club of working men, of whom I am very proud +indeed to be one. Indeed, I do not see why throughout +the remainder of this article I should not use the +first person plural. I will. Well, then, we secured +this spot, and we have got in the first place one of the +finest—I believe the finest—dancing platforms in +England, for we as a community are Terpsichorean, +though I, as an individual, am not. I felt it necessary +to give up dancing when my weight turned the +balance at fourteen stone odd. Then we can give our +friends refreshments from a bottle of champagne down +to tea and cresses. We have all sorts of clubs, dramatic +and otherwise, and rather plume ourselves on +having put up our proscenium ourselves, that is with +our own hands and hammers and nails. There is the +great advantage of being a Working Man or one of +the People. If you had been with me that Sunday<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +you would have seen a glow of conscious pride suffusing +my countenance as I read the bills of our last +amateur performance, consisting of the "Waterman" +and "Ici on parle Français," played on the boards +which I, in my corporate capacity, had planed, and +sawn, and nailed. My route last Sunday lay across +the crisp sward of the Scrubbs; and it was quite a +pleasure to be able to walk there without danger of +falling pierced by the bullet of some erratic volunteer; +for there are three butts on Wormwood Scrubbs, which +I examined with minuteness on Sunday, and was exercised +to see by marks on the brickwork how very +wide of the target a volunteer's shot can go. I +wonder there is not a wholesale slaughter of cattle in +the neighbouring fields. The garden lies on the other +side of the Great Western Railway, across which I +had to trespass in order to get to it. But the man in +charge regarded me with indulgence, for was I not a +working man and a "mate?" The portion of the +garden abutting on the rail is still unreclaimed prairie. +The working men have begun at the top of the hill, +and are working downwards.</p> + +<p>There is a good-sized refreshment-room at the +entrance, with all the paraphernalia of secretary's +office, &c.; and this large room, which is exceedingly +useful in wet weather, opens right on to the dancing-platform, +in the centre of which is a pretty kiosk for +the band. We have no gas; but tasty paraffin lamps +at frequent intervals give sufficient light, and, at all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +events, do not smell <i>worse</i> than modern metropolitan +gas. There is a large tent standing en permanence +during the summer for flower shows, and terrace after +terrace of croquet lawns, all of which it will, I fear, +shock some Sabbatarian persons to learn were occupied +on that Sunday afternoon, and the balls kept +clicking like the week-day shots of the erratic riflemen +on the Scrubbs. I had a young lady with me who was +considerably severe on the way in which we workmen +male and female, handled our mallets. There was, I +confess, something to be desired in the way of position; +and one group of German artisans in the corner +lawn made more noise than was necessary, howling +and uttering all sorts of guttural interjections, as +though they were playing polo at least, or taking part +in a bull-fight, instead of in croquet—beloved of +curates.</p> + +<p>And then the flowers. We are making the desert +blossom like the rose. It is really marvellous to see +what has been done in so short a time. We might +have been a society of market gardeners. We don't +get so many flowers along the walk of life, we working +men; so that we want to see a bit of green sward +and a flower or two on Sundays. There is a capital +gymnasium, and our observation of the young men +who disport themselves there would lead an uninitiated +observer to form the opinion that the normal +condition of humanity was upside down. The way +one youthful workman hung by his legs on the tra<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>peze +was positively Darwinian to behold. Swings +attracted the attention of the ladies; and I regret to +say that the particular young lady I escorted—who +was of the mature age of twelve—passed most of the +afternoon in a state of oscillation, and was continually +adjuring me to push her.</p> + +<p>An interesting addition to the gardens—our gardens—since +I was last there, consisted of a cage of +meditative monkeys, four in number, who were stationed +so near the gymnasium as inevitably to suggest +the Darwinian parallel. They had their gymnasium +too, and swung gaily on their tree-trunks at +such times as they were not engaged in eating or +entomological researches. I could not help thinking +what a deprivation it was to the gymnasts that, in +course of evolution, we have lost our tails. They +would have been so convenient on the horizontal bar, +where that persevering young workman was still +engaged in the pursuit of apoplexy by hanging head +downwards. Soon after we got there an excellent +band commenced playing, not in the kiosk, lest we +should be beguiled into dancing. The first piece was +a slow movement, which could scarcely have been +objected to by any Sabbatarian, unless he was so uncompromising +as to think all trumpets wrong. The +second was the glorious march from "Athalie;" and +then—my blood runs cold as I write it—a sort of +pot pourri, in the midst of which came the "Dutchman's +Little Wee Dog," considerably disguised in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +way of accompaniment and variation, I own, but the +"Little Wee Dog" beyond a doubt. Then I understood +why the band was not in the kiosk; for, fourteen +stone though I be, I felt all my toes twiddling +inside my boots at that time as wickedly as though it +had been Monday morning. There were fourteen or +fifteen loud brass instruments, with a side and bass +drum and cymbals. All these were playing the +"Little Wee Dog" to their brazen hearts' content, +and only one gentleman on a feeble piccolo-flute trying +to choke their impiety by tootling out a variation, +just as the stringed instruments in the glorious +"Reformation Symphony" of Mendelssohn try in +vain to drown with their sensuous Roman airs the +massive chords of the old Lutheran chorale—"Ein +feste Burg ist unser Gott." I really could not bear +it any longer, and was rising to go when they +stopped; and as the gentleman who played the circular +bass got outside his portentous instrument, I +found he had a little wee dog of his own who retired +into the bell of the big trumpet when his master laid +it on the grass. Perhaps it was in honour of this +minute animal the air was selected. However, I could +not lend myself to such proceedings; so I bribed my +youthful charge with a twopenny bottle of frothless +ginger beer to come out of her swing and return to +the regions of orthodoxy. The Teutonic gentlemen +were still hooting and yelling as we crossed the +corner of their croquet lawn, until I expected to see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +them attack one another with the mallets and use the +balls for missile warfare; but it was only their peculiar +way of enjoying themselves.</p> + +<p>My little friend described the action of our working +men in the croquet lawn as "spooning," and also +drew my attention to the fact that two lovers were +doing the same on a seat, in the approved fashion +prevalent among us workmen, with the manly arm +around the taper waist coram publico. This arrangement +is quite a necessity with us. We should often +like to forego it, especially when little boys make rude +remarks about us in the street; but it is expected of +us, and we submit.</p> + +<p>The sun was beginning to sink grandly over that +magnificent panorama of country visible from Old +Oak Common as we passed down the hill and again +violated the bye-laws of the Great Western Railway +Company. The spires of the West End churches +were bathed in the soft glow of departing day; and +in the distance the Crystal Palace glittered like a +fairy bower. We got back after making a little +détour on account of some gentlemen who were +bathing in a very Paradisiacal way indeed—we actually +got back in time to go to church like good +Christians; and I do not think either of us felt much +the worse for the hours we had spent in the People's +Garden—save and except the wicked Little Wee +Dog!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<h3>UTILIZING THE YOUNG LADIES.</h3> + + +<p>Time was when it was accepted as an axiom that +young ladies had no object in life but to be ornamental—no +mission but matrimony. The "accomplishments" +were the sum total of a genteel education, +though charged as "extras" on the half-yearly +accounts; and all the finished creature had to do, after +once "coming out," was to sit down and languidly +wait for an eligible suitor.</p> + +<p>Times changed. And, in England, when we make +a change, we always rush violently into an opposite +extreme. Woman had a mission, and no mistake. +Now it was the franchise and Bloomer costume, just +as aforetime it was the pianoforte and general fascination. +Blue spectacles rose in the market. We had +lady doctors and female lawyers. The only marvel is +that there was no agitation for feminine curates.</p> + +<p>Then came reaction again. It was discovered that +woman could be educated without becoming a bluestocking, +and practical without wearing bloomers or +going in for the suffrage. Still holding to the wholesome +principle that "woman is not undeveloped man, +but diverse," the real friends of the gentler sex dis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>covered +a hundred and one ways in which it could +employ itself usefully and remuneratively. It was no +longer feared lest, as Sydney Smith puts it, if a woman +learnt algebra she would "desert her infant for a +quadratic equation;" and the University of Cambridge +soon fell in with the scheme for the Higher Education +of Women; while Miss Faithfull, and several others, +organized methods for employing practically the +talents which education could only develope in a +general way. It was to one of these methods—not +Miss Faithfull's—my attention was drawn a short +time since by a letter in the daily papers. The +Victoria Press and International Bureau are faits +accomplis, and it is well that efforts should be made +for utilizing in other ways that interesting surplus +in our female population. Mrs. Fernando, of +Warwick Gardens, Kensington, has set herself to +the solution of the problem, and the shape her method +takes is a Technical Industrial School for Women.</p> + +<p>The object and aim of the institution is to examine, +plan, and organize such branches of industrial avocation +as are applicable to females, and open up new +avocations of useful industry compatible with the +intellectual and mechanical capabilities of the sex, not +forgetting their delicacy, and the untutored position +of females for practical application in all industrial +labour: to give the same facilities to females as are +enjoyed by males, in collective classes for special +training or special preparation for passing examina<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>tions +open to women, thereby to enable them to earn +their livelihood with better success than is attainable +by mere school education only: to give special training +to females to qualify them to enter special +industrial avocations with such competency as will +enable them to be successful in obtaining employment: +to apprentice females, or to employ them directly into +trades where such employers will receive them beyond +the limits of the industrial school and where females +can be constantly employed, such as in composing, +embossing, illuminating, black-bordering, ticket-writing, +circular-addressing, flower-making, flower-cultivating, +&c.</p> + +<p>Being a determined sceptic in the matter of prospectuses, +I determined to go and see for myself the +working of this scheme, which looked so well on +paper. The Institution occupies a large house exactly +opposite Dr. Punshon's chapel: and there is no chance +of one's missing it, for it is placarded with announcements +like a hoarding at election time. I found Mrs. +Fernando an exceedingly practical lady, doing all the +work of the institution herself, with the exception of +a few special subjects such as botany, &c., which are +conducted by her husband. There are no "assistants," +therefore, or deputed interests, the bane of so many +high-priced schools.</p> + +<p>These classes are held in the evening from seven to +nine o'clock, and are intended for ladies above the age +of fifteen years, who may be engaged through the day<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +in various occupations, and for such as suffer from +neglected education, and who wish conveniently and +economically to improve themselves, without being +necessitated to mix with their juniors in day-schools. +These classes prepare ladies to meet the qualifications +necessary to enter clerkships and other official departments; +to bring them also to a standard to meet the +qualifications for post offices and telegraph departments; +and also to pass certain examinations open to +them. The charge is only 2<i>s.</i> per week—8<i>s.</i> per +month—1<i>l.</i> 4<i>s.</i> per quarter. The first course embraces +spelling, reading, writing, arithmetic, history, geography, +and grammar. The second course consists of +advanced arithmetic, book-keeping and commercial +instruction, so as to qualify women to take posts of +responsibility with marked success. The third course +consists of French, for practical usefulness. The +fourth course embraces simple or technical training in +such departments as are available within the limits of +the class-room—to qualify women to enter industrial +avocations with competency, and to make them successful +in obtaining employment. This department +will be extended to greater usefulness as conveniences +arise, by apprenticing the girls or employing them +directly in trades beyond the limits of the class-room, +where employers will receive them, or where +women could be consistently engaged—as, for instance, +in the work of compositors, ticket-writers, embossers, +&c. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span>&c.</p> + +<p>The two classes with which I was brought into +contact were the book-keeping and embossing. In +the former, more than a dozen young ladies were +being initiated in the mysteries of single and double +entry, and they posted up their books in a way that +made me feel very much ashamed of myself, when I +thought how incapable I should be of doing anything +half so useful. Many girls go from this +department to be book-keepers at large hotels, places +of business, &c.</p> + +<p>I then went to the embossing room, where six +presses were being worked by as many young ladies, +one in an adjoining room being reserved for Mrs. +Fernando, who not only tells her pupils what to do, +but shows them how to do it. The gilding and +colouring of the stamps was most elaborate; two +monograms of the Queen's name and that of the Empress +Eugénie being perfect marvels of artistic and +intricate workmanship. Every process, from mixing +the colours up to burnishing the gold, was gone +through in detail by this practical lady and her intelligent +pupils for my special edification, and I passed +out a much wiser and certainly not a sadder man than +I entered this veritable hive of human bees.</p> + +<p>No expense was spared in the education of these +girls, low as are the terms they pay. I saw quite a +ruinous heap of spoilt envelopes and fashionable sheets +of thick cream-laid; for they have to make their experiments +on the best material, and the slightest alte<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>ration +in the position of a pin where the stamping +process has to be several times repeated spoils the +whole result. Mrs. Fernando has also introduced envelope +and circular addressing by women, as a department +of female industrial work in the Technical +Industrial School for Women, where a number of +females are employed between the hours of ten and +four o'clock, receiving satisfactory remuneration. She +provides the females employed in this department +evening classes free of charge, to improve themselves +in general education.</p> + +<p>I am an intense admirer of the female sex in general, +and young ladies in particular, but really when I +came away, leaving my pretty book-keepers and embossers +to resume their normal work, and saw the +numbers of young ladies sitting listlessly over misnamed +"work" at the window, or walking languidly +nowhither in the streets, I thought that, without +losing any of their attractions, nay, adding a new +claim to the many existing ones on our regard, they +might with great advantage take a turn at Mrs. +Fernando's sixpenny lessons in technical education.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + +<h3>FAIRLOP FRIDAY.</h3> + + +<p>Amongst those customs "more honoured in the +breach than the observance" which are rapidly being +stamped out by the advancing steps of civilization, +are the institutions which we can yet remember as so +popular in the days of our childhood, called pleasure +fairs. Like that social dodo in a higher section of +society, the "three-bottle man," with the stupid +Bacchanalian usages of which he was the embodiment, +these fairs are slowly but surely disappearing +as education spreads among the masses of the people. +In the country a fair is a simple and a necessary +thing enough. At certain seasons of the year, according +to the staple commodities for the sale of +which the assemblage was originally instituted, our +bucolic friends gather at early morning with the products +of their farms; a good deal of noisy buying, +selling, and barter takes place. Later in the day the +ladies invest their profits in a little mild finery, or in +simple pleasures; and, later still, when the public-houses +have done their work, comes a greater or lesser +amount of riot, rude debauchery, and vice; and then, +voilà tout—the fair is over for a year. One can easily<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +imagine the result of the transition when, from the +quiet country, the fair removes to the city or suburb. +In such places every utilitarian element is wanting, +and the gilt ginger-bread and gewgaws are only a +speciously innocent attraction towards the drinking +and dancing booth where the mischief is done. Well-wishers +to society are unromantic enough not to +regret the decidedly waning glories of these gatherings, +from the great Bartholomew Fair itself down to +that which, on the Friday of which I write, converted +many miles of thoroughfare at the East End +of London, as well as one of the prettiest forest +scenes still surrounding the metropolis, into a vast +al fresco tavern, where the "worship of Bacchus" +was as freely indulged as in any heathen temple of +ancient times.</p> + +<p>Fairlop Fair—which has not yet died out, though +beginning to show satisfactory signs of decay—commenced +its existence, innocently enough, about a +century ago. At that time Mr. Day, a shipbuilder, +wishing to have a day's outing in the forest with his +friends and employés, fitted up a vessel on wheels, +fully rigged, in which he conveyed his picnic party +to Hainault Forest, on the outskirts of which, some +distance from Ilford, stood the famous Fairlop Oak. +The holiday became an annual custom, and gradually +changed its character from the simple gathering of a +master and his men into regular saturnalia; during +which, each year, from the first Friday in July, over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +the ensuing Saturday and Sunday, riot and debauchery +reigned supreme in the glades of the forest +and the eastern districts of London. The example +set by Mr. Day was followed by other ship, boat, and +barge builders, but of late years, more particularly by +the mast and block makers, riggers, shipwrights, and +shipyard labourers; and more recently still by the +licensed victuallers. Finding the custom good for +trade, the publicans formed a society for building or +hiring these boats on wheels, which, covered with +flags, and provided each with a band of music and +filled with revellers, annually make their progress +into Hainault Forest. They go no longer, alas! to +Fairlop Oak—for that is numbered with the things +of the past—but now to Barking side, where, at the +Maypole Inn, the festivities of Fairlop Fair are still +kept up.</p> + +<p>These ship and boat cars attract immense multitudes +along the Mile End, Bow, and Whitechapel +Roads, down as far as Aldgate; the crowd assemble +in the morning to see the holiday people start on +their expedition. The most remarkable sight, however, +is at night, when the "boats" return lighted +with coloured lanterns, red and green fires, &c.; and +at every public-house along the road similar fires are +burnt, and brass bands stationed to strike up as the +cars pass, and stop at certain favoured establishments +"for the good of the house." Anxious to witness the +fading glories of Fairlop Friday myself, before the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +advancing tide of civilization shall have done their +inevitable work upon them, I sallied forth to the East +End, and walking along one of the finest approaches +to London, from Aldgate, by Whitechapel, to Bow +and Stratford Churches, succeeded in realizing more +completely than ever before two facts: first, how +gigantic is the population of the East End of +London; and, secondly, how little is required to +amuse and attract it. There were only two of the +"boats" sent to the Forest that year. Their return +could gratify the sight of these people but for a single +instant; yet there, from early dusk almost to succeeding +daylight, those working men, literally "in +their thousands"—and not in the Trafalgar Square +diminutive of that expression—gathered to gratify +themselves with the sight of the pageant. In comparison, +the "Bœuf Gras," which annually sends the +gamins of Paris insane, is really a tasteful and refined +exhibition. Yet there they were, women, men, and +children—infants in arms, too, to a notable extent—swarming +along that vast thoroughfare, boozing outside +the public-houses, investing their pence in +"scratch-backs" and paper noses, feathers and decorations, +as do their betters on the course at Epsom, +under the feeble excuse of "waiting for the boats." +The first arrived en retour at Stratford Church +about ten o'clock; and certainly the appearance of +the lumbering affair as it moved along, with its +rigging brought out by means of coloured fires, lan<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>terns, +and lamps, was odd enough. As soon as it +passed me at Stratford, I jumped outside one of the +Bow and Stratford omnibuses, and so had an opportunity +of following, or rather joining in, the procession +as far as Whitechapel, where the "boat" turned +off into Commercial Road. For the whole of that +space the footway was filled with one seething mass of +humanity, and the publicans were driving a rattling +trade outside and inside their establishments. As the +glare of the coloured fires lighted up the pale faces of +the crowd with a ghastly hue, and I heard the silly +and too often obscene remarks bandied between the +bystanders and the returning revellers, I could not +help agitating the question, whether it would not be +possible to devise some innocent recreation, with a +certain amount of refinement in it, to take the place +of these—to say the best—foolish revelries. In point +of fact, they are worse than foolish. Not only was it +evident that the whole affair from beginning to end, +as far as adults were concerned, was an apotheosis of +drink; but amongst another section of the populace, +the boys and girls, or what used to be boys and +girls—for, as the Parisians say, "Il n'y a plus de +garçons"—one must have been blind indeed not to see +the mischief that was being done on those East End +pavements; done more thoroughly perhaps, certainly +on a vastly larger scale, than in the purlieus of the +forest. It is an uninviting subject to dwell upon; +but one could understand all about baby farms, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +Lock Hospitals, and Contagious Diseases Acts, out +there that July night, in the crowded streets of East +London.</p> + +<p>It would be unfair to dilate upon these evils, and +not to mention an organization which, for the last +ten years, has been seeking to remedy the mischief. +Some hundreds of working men of a more serious +stamp, aided by a few gentlemen and ministers of +various denominations, form themselves into small +bands of street preachers, and sallying forth in a body, +hold services and preach sermons at the most populous +points of the Fairlop route. Being curious to +see the effect of their bold labours—for it requires immense +"pluck" to face a Whitechapel mob—I joined +one of these detachments, where the Rev. Newman +Hall was the preacher. Before starting, this gentleman +gave it as the result of his long experience with +the British workman that there is no use in waiting +for him to come to church. If the church is to do +anything with him, it must go out and meet him in +the streets and fields, as it originally did. Mr. Hall +gave some amusing illustrations of his experience at +Hastings, where, for several weeks, he had been +preaching on the beach to large congregations. He +was idling there, he said, for health's sake, and one +evening, seeing a number of men loafing about, he +proposed to one of them that he should give them an +address. This gentleman declined the address, but +added, characteristically enough, "If ye'll gie me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +some beer I'll drink it." Two others, being asked if +they would listen, "didn't know as they would." +Under these unpromising auspices Mr. Hall began, +and, attracting a crowd, was "moved on" by a policeman. +A gentleman who recognised him proposed an +adjournment to the beach, and there a sermon was +preached, and has been repeated by Mr. Hall on +several occasions, with a congregation of thousands. +He has a peculiar knack of speaking in a tongue +"understanded of the people," and his address to the +Fairlop crowd on that Friday night "told" considerably. +At its conclusion he quietly put on his hat, +dropped into the crowd, and went his way; but the +tone of criticism amongst his hearers was very +favourable, and I quite agree with the critics that it's +a pity we haven't "more parsons like that." It is +not, however, simply by religious zeal such a want as +that to which I allude is to be supplied, but by the +substitution of some sensible recreation for the low +attractions of the beershop and gin-palace. It is a +problem worthy of our deepest thinkers: "What shall +we offer our huge populations in exchange for the +silly pageant even now being enacted in the outskirts +of the metropolis—which may well be taken to embody +the pastime of the lower orders—Fairlop Fair?"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + +<h3>A CHRISTMAS DIP.</h3> + + +<p>There are few more exhilarating things, on a breezy +spring morning, than a spurt across that wonderful +rus in urbe—Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park—for +a prospective dip in the Serpentine, where, at +specified hours every morning and evening, water-loving +London is privileged to disport itself in its +congenial element. So congenial is it, in fact, that +some enthusiastic individuals do not limit themselves +to warm summer mornings, or the cooler ones of +springtide and autumn, but bathe all the year round—even, +it is said, when a way for their manœuvres +has to be cut through the ice. Skirting the north +bank of the Serpentine at morning or evening in the +summer, the opposite shore appears absolutely pink +with nude humanity, the younger portion dancing +and gambolling very much after the manner of +Robinson Crusoe's cannibals. The bathers occasionally +look a great deal better out of their integuments +than in them. Not from this class, however, +do your all-the-year-round bathers come. The Arab +is an exotic—a child of the Sun, loving not to disport +himself in water the temperature of which shocks his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +tentative knuckles, as he dips them in the unaccustomed +element. His wardrobe, again, is too much +after the fashion of that pertaining to Canning's +needy knife-grinder to make an al fresco toilette +other than embarrassing. From the all-the-year-round +bathers, as a nucleus, there has grown up, +within the last few years, the Serpentine Swimming +Club; and on Christmas-day in the morning they +have an annual match open to all comers—though, it +need scarcely be said, patronized only by those whom, +for brevity's sake, we may term all-rounders.</p> + +<p>Now, I had often heard of this Christmas-day +match, and as often, on Christmas-eve, made up my +mind to go; but the evening's resolution faded away, +as such resolutions have only too often been known to +do, before the morning's light. This year, however—principally, +I believe, because I had been up very +late the previous night—I struggled out of bed before +dawn, and steered for the Serpentine. A crescent +moon was shining, and stars studded the clear spaces +between ominous patches of cloud. A raw, moist +wind was blowing, and on the muddy streets were +evident traces of a recent shower. I had no notion +that the gates of Kensington Gardens were open so +early; and the sensation was novel as I threaded the +devious paths in morning dawn, and saw the gas still +alight along the Bayswater Road. A solitary thrush +was whistling his Christmas carol as I struggled over +the inundated sward; presently the sun threw a few<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +red streaks along the East, over the Abbey Tower; +but, until I had passed the Serpentine Bridge, not a +single human being met my gaze. There, however, +I found some fifty men, mostly with a "sporting" +look about them. The ubiquitous boy was there, +playing at some uncomfortable game in the puddles +round the seats. The inevitable dog stood pensively +by the diving board; and when, by-and-by straggling +all-rounders came and took their morning header, the +quadruped rushed after them to the very edge of the +water, as though he had been a distinguished member +of the Humane Society. He shirked the element +itself, however, as religiously as though he had been +one of London's great unwashed. In the pause +which preceded the race, I learned, from the +Honorary Secretary of the Serpentine Swimming +Club, particulars of its history and of the race itself. +For six years it had been merely a club race; but last +year it was thrown open. Strangely enough the race +had never been won twice by one man, though the +competitors had been pretty much the same every +year. I also conversed with one of the intending +competitors, who showed me on his breast with +pardonable pride, five medals of the Royal Humane +Society, awarded for saving life in cases of danger +from drowning. The wearer was a Professor of +Natation, and told me that, among his pupils, he had +an old lady sixty-seven years of age, who had just +commenced, and was able to swim some twenty yards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +already. The brave old lady's example may do good; +though it is to be hoped that she may not, at her +time of life, be compelled to exert her art for her own +protection.</p> + +<p>Names were now called, and fourteen competitors +presented themselves—a motley group, clad for the +most part in trousers, horse-rug, and wide-awake, or, +more simply still, in Ulster frieze coat only. The +group of spectators had by this time grown to some +hundreds, nearly all directly interested in the noble +art; and the dips became fast and frequent. Two +flags were placed in the water at the distance of +100 yards from the diving board; on this slender +platform fourteen shivering specimens of humanity +ranged themselves, and at the word of the starter +plunged into the water with that downward plunge +so incomprehensible to the uninitiated. A short, +sharp struggle followed, the competitors swimming +with the sidelong movement and obstreperous puffing +which likens the swimmer so closely to the traditional +grampus. Eventually one of the group is seen +heading the others, and breasting the water with +calm and equable stroke in the old-fashioned style. +He reaches the flag a full yard before his nearest +antagonist. Numbers two and three, following, are +about half a yard apart. The others come in pretty +much in a group. All were picked men, and there +were no laggards. The names of the winners were +as follows:—1. Ainsworth; 2. Quartermain; 3. H.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +Coulter. The time occupied in the race was 1 min. +24 sec. Immediately after the race there was a rapid +re-assumption of rugs and Ulsters, though some of +the more hardy walked about in the garb of Nature, +making everybody shiver who looked at them. +Finally, the prizes, consisting of three handsome +medals, were distributed by Mr. H. Bedford, who +stood on a park seat and addressed a few genial +words to each of the successful candidates; then, with +a cheer, and frequent wishes for a Merry Christmas, +the assembly resolved itself into its component parts.</p> + +<p>I had taken my accustomed cold tub before coming +out, yet each of these fourteen devoted men appeared +to me as a hero. They were not Herculean individuals: +several of them were mere youths. Some +of the all-rounders were grey-headed men, but there +was about them all a freshness and ruddiness which +showed that their somewhat severe regimen agreed +with them. Fresh from such a Spartan exhibition, +everything seemed very late and Sybaritic in my +domestic establishment, and I could not help revolving +in my mind the question, what would one of +these hardy all-the-year-rounders think of me if he +knew I was ever guilty of such a malpractice as +breakfast in bed? It is a novel method; but there +are many worse ways of inaugurating the Great Holiday +than by taking—what it had been a novel sensation +for me even to witness—a Christmas Dip in the +Serpentine.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + +<h3>BOXING-DAY ON THE STREETS.</h3> + + +<p>Boxing-day in the London streets, and especially a +wet Boxing-day, can scarcely fail to afford us some +tableaux vivants illustrative of English metropolitan +life. In a metaphorical and technical sense, Boxing-day +is always more or less "wet"—generally more, +and not less; but this year the expression is used +climatically, and in its first intention. Christmas-eve +of the year about which I write was bright and +springlike; Christmas-day dismal, dark, and un-Christmas-like; +but Boxing-day that year was essentially +muggy, sloppy, drizzly, and nasty. A day to +avoid the London streets if you want to take a +romantic Rosa-Matilda view of London life; but the +very day of all others, if you wish to see real London +as it is. Boxing-day will inevitably be "wetter" in +every sense than usual this year, internally and externally. +So let us commence our series of living +pictures at ten o'clock in the morning. Suppose we +begin with something that shall bear reference to the +past festival—the eve and the day of the Great Birth, +recollect. See, here is Grotto Passage, Marylebone, +and at its extremity Paradise Street—the names<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +sound promising, but alas for the reality! We are +going to turn for a moment into the Marylebone +Police Court, where Mr. D'Eyncourt is dispensing +summary justice to the accumulations of the last two +days. These are the people who have been spending +Christmas-eve, Christmas-day, and some portion of +Boxing-day already in the police-cells. Let us take +one as a typical case. Let that poor little eight-year-old +Arab step down from the dock and go off with his +mother, who, we hope, will take the magistrate's excellent +advice, and keep the child from begging—that +is why he has spent Christmas in the cells—lest he +be sent to a school for eight years, and she have to +pay for him—God help her! she does not look as +though she could afford very high terms. A bruised +and bleeding woman, not young or good-looking, +enters the box with her head bound up. Her lord +and master confronts her in the dock. It is the "old, +old story." A drop of drink yesterday—the day of +the Great Nativity, never forget—series of "drops of +drink" all day long; and, at five o'clock, just when +gentility was beginning to think of dinner, the kitchen +poker was used with frightful effect. A triangular +cut over the right eye, and another in the dangerous +neighbourhood of the left ear, administered with that +symbol of domestic bliss, the kitchen poker, sends the +wife doubled up into a corner, with an infant of two +years old in her arms. The head of the family goes +out for a walk after his exertions. The woman lies<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +there bleeding until the neighbours hear her "mourning," +as she terms it—the result being that the lord +and master's "constitutional" is cut short by a policeman, +and the happy pair are this morning separated +for six months, at the expiration of which period +Paterfamilias is to find surety for another six months' +good behaviour. Such, starred round with endless +episodes of "drunk and disorderly," "foul language," +and so on, is our first tableau this Boxing-day. It is +not a pleasant one. Let us pass on.</p> + +<p>Along Oxford Street, despite the Bank Holidays +Act, many shops are open, chiefly those devoted to +the sale of articles eatable, drinkable, and avoidable; +these last being in the shape of chemists' shops, and +shops for Christmas presents—to be shunned by +miserly old bachelors. Let us turn into the British +Museum and see sensible, decorous Boxing-day there. +At the corner of Museum Street there is a lively itinerant +musician, evidently French, who plays the fiddle +until his bow tumbles all to pieces, but he goes on +playing with the stick as though nothing had happened. +When his instrument has come entirely to +grief he turns to a clarionet, which he carries under +his arm, and plays "Mourir pour la Patrie" with +extraordinary vocal effect and irreverent gestures. +Punch-and-Judy is largely attended at the other end; +Punch is kitchen-pokering his wife, too, like the gentleman +we have just left; but we pass in with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +crowds to the Museum itself. Halting a moment in +the reading-room, to jot down there a few notes, one +is struck with the scanty show of students. <i>They</i> +are spending Boxing-day somewhere else. Passing +through the little knot of people who are permitted +by special order to come as far as the door of the +reading-room, and who evidently regard the readers +as some curious sort of animal exhibited for their +special delectation—perhaps the book-"worm" of +which they have heard so much—we go up the stairs, +now thronged with crowds in unwonted broadcloth +and fragrant with the odour of the inevitable orange. +Next to the drinking fountain, which is decidedly the +chief attraction, comes the gorilla, and then the +extinct animals. One stout old lady, contemplating +the megatherium and mastodon, inquires in what +parts "them creeturs" are to be found, and seems +considerably damped by being informed that Nature +has been "out" of such articles for several æons. The +mummies, with the bones of their toes sticking out, +also come in for a large share of admiration. There +is a good deal of rough flirtation going on; but, on +the whole, the pleasure is rather of a placid order, +though still contrasting favourably with the settled +gloom visible on the faces of the attendants in the +various galleries. How well we can understand such +gloom! How utterly hateful must that giant elk +and overgrown extinct armadillo be to a man con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>demned +to spend a lifetime in their close contemplation!</p> + +<p>But let us pass on to the artistic Boxing-day +keepers at the National Gallery. The walk will take +us through the Seven Dials, and can scarcely fail to +be suggestive. It is now one o'clock, the traditional +hour of dinner; and in Broad Street, St. Giles's, I see, +for the first time to-day, the human barometer evidently +standing at "much wet." A gentleman in a +grey coat and red comforter, who bears palpable signs +of having been more than once on his back, has just +reached that perplexing point of inebriety when he +can walk quickly or run, but cannot stand still or +walk steadily. He is pursued by small children, +mostly girls, after whom, every now and then, he runs +hopelessly, to their intense gratification. The poultry +and bird shops in the Seven Dials are objects of some +attraction, though they savour too much of "business" +to be in very great force. The National Gallery is +crowded with unaccustomed art students. There is +about the visitors a quiet air of doing their duty, and +being determined to go through with it at any price. +One brazen-faced quean speculates audibly—in fact, +very audibly—as to which "picter" she should choose +if she had her "pick," and decent matrons pass the +particularly High Art of the old masters with half-averted +gaze, as though they were not quite sure of +doing right in countenancing such exhibitions.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +Hogarth's evergreen "Marriage à la Mode" is a great +centre of attraction, and the youngsters never tire of +listening, as "with weeping and with laughter still is +the story told" over and over again by their elders. +Gainsborough's likeness of Mrs. Siddons is also a great +favourite; but perhaps the picture that attracts most +attention is Van Eyck's "John Arnolfini, of Lucca, +and his Wife." The gentleman wears a portentous +hat, which tickled the fancy of the Boxing-day people +immensely. There were great speculations too among +them as to whether the curious Tuscan pictures at the +top of the stairs were "needlework" or not. Still, +who shall say that these visitors were not the better +for their visit, surrounded as they were by forms of +beauty on every side, even if they did not examine +them with the eyes of connoisseurs?</p> + +<p>Boxing-day on the river: The silent street is almost +deserted. There is no rush for the Express boat to-day. +It is literally the streets—muddier and sloppier +than the Thames itself—that are the attraction. Some +little boys are making the trip from Westminster to +London Bridge as a treat; and it is an intense joke +with them to pretend to be dreadfully seasick. +Boxing-day in the City is synonymous with stagnation. +It is a howling wilderness, with nobody to howl. +On the Metropolitan Railway I verily believe travellers +were tripping it like the little boys on board the +penny boat. And so theatre time draws on, and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +interest of Boxing-day grows to a climax. Soon after +five o'clock groups furtively collect outside the playhouses, +half-ashamed of being so early, but gathering +courage from numbers to form the disorderly queue, +so unlike that of a Parisian theatre. Boxing-night in +the theatres others will describe. It is too much to +expect of one whose mission has been the whole day +long on the streets.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> + +<h3>THE VIGIL OF THE DERBY.</h3> + + +<p>In those days—happily now gone by—when public +strangulation was the mode in Merry England, there +was always an evident fascination appertaining to the +spot where, on the morrow, some guilty wretch was +to expiate his crimes on the gallows. Long before +the erection of that elegant apparatus commenced, +and generally on a Sunday evening, when decent +citizens had newly come from houses of God, where +they had heard the message of life, crowds began to +collect on that central spot in the heart of the great +City dedicated to sudden and violent death. The +coming event seemed to cast its shadow before; and +throughout the night the roisterer or belated traveller +made a détour to visit the human shambles. I confess +to having felt the attraction. I could not then +bring myself to be present at the strangulation +proper; so, as the nearest approach to a "sensation," +sometimes visited Newgate on the eve of the victim +elect's last morrow. In the same way, being unfortunate +enough to be London-bound on the day of our +great annual holiday, and having heard graphic accounts +of the Downs on the eve of the Derby, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +determined that year, as I could not go to the race +by day, to visit the racecourse by night. Let me own +the soft impeachment: I am not a racing man—not +in any degree "horsey." When I do go to the Derby +it is to see the bipeds rather than the quadrupeds; to +empty the hamper from Fortnum and Mason's, rather +than to study the "names, weights, and colours of the +riders" on the "c'rect card." If you prefer to have +the sentiment in Latin—and there is no doubt Latin +does go much farther than English—I am not one of +those "quos pulverem Olympicum collegisse juvat," +except in so far that "homo sum; nihil humanum +alienum a me puto." It was to see humanity under +a new aspect, I took the last train to Epsom on the +eve of the Derby.</p> + +<p>In order to combine business with pleasure, and +economy with both, I took a third-class ticket at +Victoria, and was fortunate enough to find a compartment +already partially occupied by a nigger +troupe. In this, which under ordinary circumstances +I should have avoided, I took my seat, and was +regaled all the way down with choice morceaux from +the répertoire of my musical friends. The "talking +man" of the party, too, enlivened the proceedings by +anxiously inquiring of the porters at the different +stations what they would take in the way of refreshment, +and issuing unlimited orders to imaginary +waiters on their behoof. It was a strange sensation, +being whirled away from home and bed down to a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +wild heath towards midnight; and as we neared our +destination, the air began to "bite shrewdly," and +the sky to look uncommonly like rain—a contretemps +which would have been fatal to my proposed experience. +We had to change carriages at Sutton, and +here a sociable Aunt-Sally-man, struggling under the +implements of his craft, sought to beguile me from +my African friends by offers of a shake-down in his +tent, with which he proposed to walk across from +Ewell and erect, instead of journeying on to Epsom. +My Ethiopian friends jumped at the proposal, and +forthwith fraternized with Aunt Sally. I determined +to follow out my previous plans; so having drunk to +our next merry meeting, we parted, ostensibly until +to-morrow, but, I fear, for ever.</p> + +<p>I had been led to expect "high jinks" at Epsom—a +sort of Carnival in the quiet town. Nothing could +have been farther from the truth. The town, so far +as outward semblance went, was almost as quiet as +ever. A few sporting men thronged the bar of the +principal hotel, and stragglers hung about the low +beer-shops; but there was nothing at all to indicate +the imminence of the great event. So I fell back on +my usual expedient of applying to the executive, and +found not only an active and intelligent but exceedingly +civil sergeant of police, to whom I told my +errand. He was pleased with the novelty of the idea, +and as he happened to be then going the round of +the town previously to visiting the course, I cast in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +my lot with him for the night. We first visited what +he termed the "German Opera," on Epsom Common. +This is an encampment of organ-grinders, hurdy-gurdy-players, +German bands, &c., who pitch +their tents here instead of going to the Downs. +It was, however, rather late when we reached the +spot where these artists were bivouacking, and they +had retired for the night, so we could not form much +idea of them beyond their numbers, which seemed +considerable, and their odour, which was unfragrant. +Thence we passed down a short alley to a railway +arch, which was aglow with many fires, and rang +with the sounds of many voices. Bidding me make +no observation, whatever might be said, and requesting +me to try and look like an officer in plain clothes, +my cicerone led me into the strange arcade, which I +certainly could not have entered without his protection. +Hundreds of men, women, and boys were +gathered in groups round coke fires, some partaking +of coffee, others singing, the majority sleeping. After +satisfying himself that the fires were legitimate ones, +and not composed of broken fences, my guide left this +teeming hive unmolested. We then steered for the +course, not by the high road, but skirting it along +the fields. The policeman, like myself, carried a stout +stick, which really seemed to be endowed with creative +powers that night. Wherever he poked that +staff—and he did poke it everywhere—a human being +growled, or snored, or cursed. Every bush along the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +hedgerow bore its occupant—often its group of four +or five, sometimes a party of a dozen or a score. One +shed filled with carts yielded at least a hundred, +though the sergeant informed me it must have been +already cleared several times that evening, as he had +a file of men along the road, besides a cordon inside +the Park palings, which border a great portion of it. +It is with these palings the tramps chiefly do mischief, +pulling them down to make fires along their +route. Wherever my guide found these, he trampled +the fires remorselessly out, and kicked the burning +embers over the sleepers in a manner that must have +been uncomfortable. The men submitted in comparative +silence; but the ladies—where there happened +to be any—exerted the privilege of their sex, +and treated us to some choice specimens of the vernacular. +In one case, a female cried out that he was +kicking the fire over the "childer;" and, sure enough, +we found half-a-dozen little ones huddled up asleep. +The policeman remonstrated with her for bringing +them to such a place; but she informed us it was to +"make their living." In what way, she did not add. +To us, it seemed very much like reversing the process, +and causing their death. Fancy young children +camping out on the road to the Downs at midnight! +Boys of thirteen and fourteen abounded, sleeping in +large groups along the hedgerows, and sometimes out +in the open fields, where the dew lay thick.</p> + +<p>At length, after many windings, we reached the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +Downs. The white booths, following the direction of +the course in their sinuous lines, looked like stately +white marble streets and crescents in the dim, uncertain +light of that hour which, between May 31 +and June 1, is neither day nor night. Under the +stands and around the booths, tabernacling beneath +costermongers' barrows, and even lying out openly +sub dio, were still the hundreds of human beings. In +one small drinking booth was a sight the policeman +said he had never seen equalled in his twenty years' +experience. A long, narrow table ran down the +centre, with benches on each side. The table itself +was occupied with recumbent figures; on the benches +the sleepers sat, bending forward over it, and under +the benches sleepers sprawled upon the grass. The +whole of the front of the booth was open, and exposed +to the biting wind; but there they snored as +calmly as though on eider-down. We climbed the +steps of the stand above the ring, and waited for +the day, which slowly broke to the song of the +lark and nightingale over that strange scene. With +the first suspicion of dawn the sleepers awoke and +got up; what for I cannot imagine. It was barely +two o'clock, and how they were going to kill the +next twelve hours I could not guess. Rise they did +however, and an itinerant vendor of coffee, who +was literally up with the lark, straightway began to +drive a roaring trade. I saw no stronger drink than +this consumed; nor did I witness a single case of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +drunkenness during the whole night. But this was +before the Derby! At this juncture we were all surprised +by the apparition of a hansom-lamp toiling up +the hill. Two adventurous gentlemen from Liverpool, +it appeared, had arrived at the Euston Station, and +insisted upon being driven at once to an hotel on +Epsom Downs. The Jehu, secure of a fabulous fare, +drove them accordingly; and, of course, had to drive +them back again to Epsom—the hotels on the Downs +quietly but firmly declining to be knocked up at that +untimely hour even by gentlemen from Liverpool. +As the sun showed his first up-slanting rays above the +horizon, with the morning star hanging impertinently +near, the two gipsy encampments began to exhibit +signs of life. The Zingari encamp exclusively by +themselves, and some picturesque specimens of the +male sex, looking remarkably like the lively photograph +of the Greek brigands, showed themselves on +the outskirts. The ladies reserved themselves for +later in the day. My guide cautioned me not to +attempt to enter the encampment, as the men are +dangerous, and their position on the Downs a privileged +one. It was only when the tramps were trespassing, +or evidently bent on mischief, that they were +disturbed. On the Downs they were monarchs of all +they surveyed.</p> + +<p>When the sun was fairly up, and the morning +mists rolled away from those glorious Downs, I felt +my mission accomplished. I had seen the sun rise on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +Epsom course. As it was many hours before a train +would return, and I still felt fresh, I resolved to give +the coup de grace to my night's adventure by walking +home—at least, walking to the radius of workmen's +trains. The vanguard of the Derby procession now +began to show strongly in the shape of the great unwashed +climbing the ridge of the hill by the paddock; +and I felt I should see some characteristic sights +along the road. Bidding good-bye, therefore, to my +guide at Epsom, I set out on foot along the now-populous +road, mine being the only face turned +London-wards. Carts laden with trestles and boards +for stands now began to be in force. By-and-by the +well-known paper bouquets and outrageous head-gear +showed themselves as forming the cargo of costermongers' +carts. The travellers were all chatty, many +of them chaffy. Frequent were the inquiries I had to +answer as to the hour and the distance to the course. +Occasionally a facetious gentleman anxiously inquired +whether it was all over, as I was returning? I believe +the majority looked upon me as a harmless +lunatic, since I was travelling away from Epsom on +the Derby morning, and pitied me accordingly. An +Irishman aptly illustrated the genial character of +Hibernian chaff as compared with English. "Good +day to your honner!" he said. "It does me good to +see your honner's happy face again;" though, of +course, he had never seen it before. As I passed on +with a brief salutation, he took the trouble to run after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +me, and slapping me on the shoulder, added, in a +beautiful brogue: "Wait a minnit; I don't want to +ax you for anything, but only to tell you how glad I +am to see yer honner's happy face agin. Good +mornin'!"</p> + +<p>So through Ewell, Cheam, and Morden, up to +Tooting; the throng increasing at every mile. At +Balham, finding no train for an hour, I footed it +again. I found preparations for endless Aunt Sally +already being made on Clapham Common. Soon after +six, I jumped into a train on the London, Chatham, +and Dover, and came home "with the milk;" having +not only had a healthy night's exercise—for the +weather had all along been splendid—but having +added to my experiences of London life one new +"wrinkle" at least: I had seen the life of St. Giles's +kitchen and Bethnal Green lodging-house à la campagne. +What I had already seen under the garish +candlelight of the Seven Dials and Commercial Road +I saw gilded into picturesqueness by that glorious +and never-to-be-forgotten sunrise on Epsom Downs +which ushered in the Derby Day.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX.</h2> + +<h3>THE WIFESLAYER'S "HOME."</h3> + + +<p>There is something very weird and strange in that +exceptional avocation which takes one to-day to a +Lord Mayor's feast or a croquet tournament, to-morrow +to a Ritualistic service, next day to the home +of a homicide. I am free to confess that each has its +special attractions for me. I am very much disposed +to "magnify my office" in this respect, not from any +foolish idea that I am "seeing life," as it is termed, +but still from a feeling that the proper study of mankind +<i>is</i> man in all his varied aspects.</p> + +<p>It need not always be a morbid feeling that takes +one to the scene of a murder or other horrible event, +though, as we well know, the majority of those who +visit such localities do go out of mere idle curiosity. +It may be worth while, however, for some who look +a little below the surface of things, to gauge, as it +were, the genius loci, and see whether, in the +influences surrounding the spot and its inhabitants +there be anything to afford a clue as to the causes of +the crime.</p> + +<p>In summing up the evidence concerning a certain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +tragedy at Greenwich, where a man killed his wife by +throwing a knife, the coroner "referred to the horrible +abode—a coal cellar—in which the family, nine in +number, had resided, which was unfit for human +habitation, and ought to have been condemned by +the parish authorities." Having seen and described +in these pages something of how the poor are +housed in the cellars of St. Giles's and Bethnal Green, +and traced the probable influences of herding together +the criminal and innocent in the low lodging-houses, +it occurred to me to visit the scene of this awful +occurrence, and see how far the account given before +the coroner's jury was correct.</p> + +<p>With this view I took the train to Greenwich, and, +consulting the first policeman I met, was by him +directed to Roan Street as the scene of the tragedy. +Roan Street I found to be a somewhat squalid by-street, +running out of Skelton Street, close—it seemed +significantly close—to the old parish church. One +could not help thinking of the familiar proverb, "The +nearer the church, the farther from God." The actual +locality is called Munyard's Row, being some dozen +moderate-sized houses in Roan Street, let out in +lodgings, the particular house in question being again, +with a horrible grotesqueness, next door but one to a +beer-shop called the "Hit or Miss!" I expected to +find Roan Street the observed of all observers, but the +nine days' wonder was over since what Dickens called +the "ink-widge." Indeed, a homicide has ceased to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +be a nine days' wonder now. This only happened on +Saturday; and when I was there, on the following +Wednesday, Roan Street had settled down into its +wonted repose. A woman with a child was standing +on the door-step, and, on my inquiring if I could see +the kitchen, referred me to Mrs. Bristow at the +chandler's shop, who farms the rent of these populous +tenements; for Munyard's Row is peopled "from +garret to basement," and a good way underground +too.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bristow, a civil, full-flavoured Irishwoman, +readily consented to act cicerone, and we went through +the passage into the back garden, where all the poor +household furniture of the homicide's late "home" +was stacked. It did not occupy a large space, consisting +only of the bedstead on which the poor woman +sat when the fatal deed was done, two rickety tables, +and two chairs. These were all the movables of a +family of nine. The mattress was left inside—too +horrible a sight, after what had taken place, to be +exposed to the light of day.</p> + +<p>We passed—Honora Bristow and myself—with a +"gossip" or two, who had come to see what I was +after, into the back kitchen, for the wifeslayer had two +rooms en suite, though the family elected to occupy +only one. The floor of this apartment was either +mother earth, or, if flagged, so grimed with filth as +to be a very fair resemblance of the soil. Here stood +only that terrible memento, the drenched mattress.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +In the front kitchen—which, let me state, would have +been palatial in comparison with the Seven Dials or +Spitalfields, had it been only clean—there was very +little light, for the window, which was well down +below the surface of the pavement, had not a whole +pane in it, and the broken ones had been stuffed up +with old rags which were very protuberant indeed. +That window alone would show that the ménage had +not been a judicious one.</p> + +<p>"He was a quiet man," said Honora, "and gave +trouble to no one. He and his wife never had a +word." The gossips all believed that the story of +the throwing the knife was true, notwithstanding the +medical evidence went against it. The boy of twelve, +who provoked the father to throw the knife, was evidently +the incubus of the wretched home. "Almost +before the breath was out of his mother, that boy was +searching about the bed to see if he could find any +ha'pence," said Honora. That boy was evidently not +satisfactory. His evidence was refused by the Coroner, +because he could not read or write. But then what +had been the child's surroundings? They have been +described above. The man himself had a patriarchal +family of seven, from a girl of seventeen down to a +baby of two, and all, as we have seen, slept in one +room, though there were two, and though a bucket +of whitewash would have made the pair habitable, +besides giving the lad some useful employment.</p> + +<p>The father was of no particular occupation, picking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +up odd jobs, and leaning largely to the shrimp trade. +He stood high in Honora Bristow's regards as having +regularly paid his 1<i>s.</i> 9<i>d.</i> a week for five years, or, +at least, being some 5<i>s.</i> behind now; a sum which +will probably be covered by the chattels in the back +garden. The poor home was silent then. The mother +lay calmly in the dead-house, after the post-mortem +examination, "terrible cut and hacked about," said +the one gossip who had ventured to go and see her +quondam friend. The father was in Maidstone Gaol. +The little children were being taken care of by the +grandmother until such time as the mother should have +been buried, when they would gravitate to the workhouse.</p> + +<p>In the meantime the boy, æt. twelve, the cause of +all the mischief, disports himself in Munyard's Row +as though nothing had happened. Perhaps he is the +most difficult part of the problem; but the whole +question of the home is a puzzling one. The boy is +evidently the product of the home. It very much +concerns the community that such produce should +become extinct; and therefore the sooner some improvements +can be introduced into such homes the +better. In the first place, there is decidedly too little +light. Sunshine, under any circumstances, would +have been impossible there. The advisability of +human beings burrowing underground may be questioned, +whether in cellars or genteel underground +kitchens.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then again, one bedroom—nay, one bedstead—for +father, mother, and seven children ranging from +seventeen to two is decidedly deficient. This sounds +almost too horrible to be true; but I was careful to +ascertain that the eldest girl, though in domestic +service in Greenwich, slept at the "home." More +horrible still is the fact disclosed, that they had a +second room, yet had not the decency to use it. +"De mortuis nil nisi bonum." They lived according +to their light; but they had very little light, literally +or figuratively. Surely we want to teach our poor +the simple rules of hygiene. One of the gossips, a +clean, healthy little woman, with a fine baby at her +breast, referred with pride to her poor kitchen, identical +in all respects, save dirt, with the home.</p> + +<p>Then, again, there was one thing that struck me +forcibly, and that was the sort of qualified reprobation +with which these good gossips—really decent people +in their way—spoke of the habit of throwing knives. +Honora had once thrown one at her daughter of +eighteen, but never meant to do so again. And all +this under the bells of the old parish church of +Greenwich in the year of grace 1870!</p> + +<p>Clearly, however, the first question is what to do +with the boy, æt. twelve. Comporting himself as he +did in the face of the awful tragedy he had caused, +this young gentleman must clearly not be lost sight +of, or it will be the worse for himself and those with +whom he is brought into contact. Nay, in a few<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +years, he will become a centre of influence, and +radiate around him another such "home," worse, +perhaps, than the first.</p> + +<p>Let our Social Science so far break through the +programme it may have laid down as to touch on this +very appropriate subject of squalid homes, and its +next sitting may be a very useful one indeed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX.</h2> + +<h3>BATHING IN THE FAR EAST.</h3> + + +<p>Visions of Oriental splendour and magnificence float +across the imagination at the mere mention of the +storied East. Soaring above all the routine of ordinary +existence and the commonplaces of history, that +creative faculty within us pictures Pactolus with its +golden sands; or recalls from the legendary records +of childhood the pomp of Aladdin's Princess going to +her luxurious bath; or brings back to mind the almost +prosaic minuteness with which the Greek poet describes +the bath of Ulysses when he returned from +his wanderings. In the East the bath has ever been +an institution—not merely a luxury, but a necessity; +and it is a proof of the eclectic tendencies of our +generation that we have domesticated here in the +West that great institution, the Hammam, or Turkish +bath, which the Romans were wise enough to adopt, +after their Eastern experience, more than two thousand +years ago. Of none of these Oriental splendours, +however, has the present narrative to tell. I ask +those interested in social questions to take a very +early Sunday expedition to the East End of London, +and catch a glimpse of those whom, after what I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +have to relate, it would be libel to call the "Great +Unwashed." We will look at East London engaged +in the interesting process of performing its ablutions.</p> + +<p>Very enjoyable is a Saturday afternoon stroll in +Victoria Park. Those gentlemen of London who sit +at home at ease are apt to think of the East End as +a collection of slums, with about as much breathing +space for its congregated thousands as that supplied +to the mites in a superannuated Cheshire cheese. Let +us pass through Bethnal Green Road, and, leaving +behind the new Museum, go under a magic portal +into the stately acres which bear the name of our +Sovereign. On our right is the Hospital for Diseases +of the Chest, of which the foundation-stone was laid +by the Prince Consort, and the new wing of which +our Orientals hope one day to see opened by her +Majesty in person. Most convincing test of all is +the situation of this Consumptive Hospital—showing +the salubrity of the Eastern breezes. Inside the imposing +gate the visitor will find extensive cricket-grounds +interspersed with broad pastures, whose flocks +are the reverse of Arcadian in hue. Cricket-balls +whiz about us like shells at Inkermann; and the +suggestive "Thank you" of the scouts forces the +passer-by into unwonted activity as he shies the +ball to the bowler. Then there are roundabouts +uncountable, and gymnasia abundant. There are +bosquets for the love-makers, and glassy pools, +studded with islands innumerable, over which many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +a Lady of the Lake steers her shallop, while Oriental +sailor-boys canoe wildly along. There are flower-beds +which need not blush to be compared with Kew +or the Crystal Palace. But it is not with such that +we are now concerned. On one of those same lakes +over which, on Saturday evening, sailors in embryo +float their mimic craft—and one young gentleman, +slightly in advance of the rest, directs a very miniature +steamship—we see boards suggesting that daily, +from four to eight <span class="smcap">a.m.</span>, the Orientals may immerse +themselves in the limpid and most tempting waters. +The depth, they are paternally informed, increases +towards the centre, buoys marking where it is six +feet; so that our Eastern friends have no excuse for +suicide by drowning.</p> + +<p>East London birds are early birds, and to catch +them at their bath you must be literally up with the +lark. Towards six o'clock is the most fashionable +hour for our metropolitan Pactolus; and, as it is +some miles distant from what can, by any stretch of +courtesy, be called the West End, and as there are no +workmen's trains on a Sunday morning, a long walk +or cab drive is inevitable for all who would witness +the disporting of our amphibious Orientals. Rising +thus betimes on a recent "Sunday morning before +the bells did ring," I sped me to the bathing pond, +judiciously screened off by shrubs from the main path. +It was between the appointed hours that I arrived; +and, long before I saw anything, the ringing laughter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +of the young East reached me through the shrubs. +Threading the path which led to the lake, I found +the water literally alive with men, boys, and +hobbledehoys, revelling in the water like young +hippopotami on the Nile. Boys were largely in the +ascendant—boys from ten to fifteen years of age +swam like young Leanders, and sunned themselves on +the bank, in the absence of towels, as the preparative +to dressing, or smoked their pipes in a state of nature. +It is only just to say that while I remained, I heard +little if any language that could be called "foul." +Very free and easy, of course, were the remarks, and +largely illustrative of the vulgar tongue; not without +a share of light chaff directed against myself, whose +presence by the lake-side puzzled my young friends. +I received numerous invitations to "peel" and have a +dip; and one young urchin assured me in the most +patronizing way possible that he "wouldn't laugh at +me" if I could not get on. The language may not +have been quite so refined as that which I heard a +few days before from the young gentlemen with tall +hats and blue ties at Lord's; but I do say advisedly +that it would more than bear comparison with that of +the bathers in the Serpentine, where my ears have +often been assailed with something far worse than +anything I heard in East London. In the matter of +clothes, too, the apparel of our young friends was indeed +Eastern in its simplicity; yet they left it unprotected +on the bank with a confidence that did honour to our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +common humanity in general, and to the regulations +of Victoria Park in particular. Swimming in some +sort was almost universal among the bathers, showing +that their visit to the water was not an isolated event +in their existence, but a constant as it is a wholesome +habit. The Oriental population were for the most +part apparently well fed; and one saw there lithe and +active frames, either careering gracefully along in the +old style of swimming, or adopting the new and +scientific method which causes the human form divine +to approach very nearly to the resemblance of a rather +excited grampus.</p> + +<p>But inexorable Time warns the youthful bathers +that they must sacrifice to the Graces; and some +amusing incidents occur during the process. Generally +speaking, though the amount of attire is not +excessive, considerable effort in the way of pinning +and hitching is required to get things in their proper +places. A young gentleman was reduced to inexpressible +grief, and held up to the scorn of his fellow-bathers, +by the fact that, in the course of his al fresco +toilette, one of his feet went through his inexpressibles +in an honourable quarter, instead of proceeding +by the proper route; the error interested his friends +vastly—for they are as critical as the most fastidious +could be of any singularity in attire, and they held +the unfortunate juvenile in his embarrassing position +for a long time, to his intense despair, until he was +rescued from his ignoble position by some grown-up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +friend. Then, the young East is prone to the pleasures +of tobacco. It was, I presume, before breakfast +with most of the bathers, and smoking under those +conditions is a trial even to the experienced. Some, +pale from their long immersion—for theirs was no +transient dip—grew paler still after they had discussed +the pipe or cigar demanded of them by rigorous +custom. Fashion reigns supreme among the gamins +of the East as well as among the ladies of the West. +Off they went, however, cleaner and fresher than +before—tacitly endorsing by their matutinal amusement +the motto that has come down from the philosopher +of old, and even now reigns supreme from +Bermondsey to Belgravia, that "water is a most +excellent thing."</p> + +<p>The day may arrive perhaps when, having embanked +the Thames, we shall follow suit to the Seine +and the Rhine, by tenanting it with cheap baths for +the many. Until we do so, the stale joke of the +"Great Unwashed" recoils upon ourselves, and is no +less symptomatic of defective sanitary arrangements +than the possibility of a drought in Bermondsey. +But we are forgetting our bathers. They have gone, +leaving the place to solitude—some, I hope, home to +breakfast, others out among the flower-walks or on the +greensward. It is a gloomy, overcast, muggy, unseasonable +July morning; and the civil attendant by the lake-side +tells me that the gathering has not been so large +as usual. The young Orientals—as is the custom of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +their race—love sunshine. They get little enough of +it, Heaven knows. The next bright Sunday morning, +any one who happens to be awake between the hours +mentioned, and who would like to add to his experiences +of metropolitan existence, may do a worse +thing, and see many a less pleasant sight, than if he +hailed a hansom and drove by the principal entrance +of Victoria Park to our Eastern Bath.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> + +<h3>AMONG THE QUAKERS.</h3> + + +<p>There is no more engaging or solemn subject of contemplation +than the decay of a religious belief. Right +or wrong, by that faith men have lived and died, +perhaps for centuries; and one cannot see it pass out +from the consciousness of humanity without something +more than a cursory thought as to the reasons +of its decadence. Being led by exceptional causes to +take a more than common interest in those forms of +belief which lie beyond the pale of the Church of +England, I was attracted by a notice in the public +journals that on the following morning the Society of +Friends would assemble from all parts of England +and open a Conference to inquire into the causes +which had brought about the impending decay of +their body. So, then, the fact of such decay stood +confessed. In most cases the very last persons to +realize the unwelcome truth are those who hold the +doctrines that are becoming effete. Quakerism must, +I felt, be in a very bad condition indeed when its own +disciples called together a conference to account for +its passing away. Neither men nor communities, as +a rule, act crowner's 'quest on their own decease.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +That faith, it was clear, must be almost past praying +for which, disbelieving, as our modern Quietism does, +the efficacy of assemblies, and trusting all to the +inward illumination of individuals, should yet summon +a sort of Quaker Œcumenical Council. I thought +I should like to probe this personal light myself, and +by inquiring of one or two of the members of the +body, learn what they thought of the matter. I was +half inclined to array myself in drab, and <i>tutoyer</i> the +first of the body I chanced to encounter in my walks +abroad. But then it occurred to me how very seldom +one did meet a Quaker nowadays except in the +"month of Maying." I actually had to cast about +for some time before I could select from a tolerably +wide and heterogeneous circle of acquaintance two +names of individuals belonging to the Society of +Friends; though I could readily remember half a +dozen of every other culte, from Ultramontanes down +to Jumpers. These two, at all events, I would +"interview," and so forestall the Conference with a +little select synod of my own.</p> + +<p>It was possible, of course, to find a ludicrous side +to the question; but, as I said, I approached it +seriously. Sydney Smith, with his incorrigible habit +of joking, questioned the existence of Quaker babies—a +position which, if proven, would, of course, at once +account for the diminution of adult members of the +sect. It was true I had never seen a Quaker infant; +but I did not therefore question their existence, any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +more than I believed postboys and certain humble +quadrupeds to be immortal because I had never seen +a dead specimen of either. The question I acknowledged +at once to be a social and religious, not a +physiological one. Why is Quakerism, which has +lived over two hundred years, from the days of George +Fox, and stood as much persecution as any system of +similar age, beginning to succumb to the influences +of peace and prosperity? Is it the old story of Capua +and Cannæ over again? Perhaps it is not quite +correct to say that it is now beginning to decline; nor, +as a fact, is this Conference the first inquiry which +the body itself has made into its own incipient decay. +It is even said that symptoms of such an issue showed +themselves as early as the beginning of the eighteenth +century; and prize essays have been from time to +time written as to the causes, before the Society so +far fell in with the customs of the times as to call a +council for the present very difficult and delicate inquiry. +The first prize essay by William Rountree +attributes the falling off to the fact that the early +Friends, having magnified a previously slighted +truth—that of the Indwelling Word—fell into the +natural error of giving it an undue place, so depriving +their representations of Christian doctrine of the symmetry +they would otherwise have possessed, and influencing +their own practices in such a way as to +contract the basis on which Christian fellowship rests. +A second prize essay, called "The Peculium," takes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +a still more practical view, and points out in the +most unflattering way that the Friends, by eliminating +from their system all attention to the arts, +music, poetry, the drama, &c., left nothing for the +exercise of their faculties save eating, drinking, and +making money. "The growth of Quakerism," says +Mr. T. Hancock, the author of this outspoken essay, +"lies in its enthusiastic tendency. The submission +of Quakers to the commercial tendency is signing +away the life of their own schism. Pure enthusiasm +and the pursuit of money (which <i>is</i> an enthusiasm) +can never coexist, never co-operate; but," he adds, +"the greatest loss of power reserved for Quakerism is +the reassumption by the Catholic Church of those +Catholic truths which Quakerism was separated to +witness and to vindicate."</p> + +<p>I confess myself, however, so far Quaker too that +I care little for the written testimony of friends or +foes. I have, in all my religious wanderings and inquiries, +adopted the method of oral examination; so I +found myself on a recent November morning speeding +off by rail to the outskirts of London to visit an +ancient Quaker lady whom I knew very slenderly, +but who I had heard was sometimes moved by the +spirit to enlighten a little suburban congregation, and +was, therefore, I felt the very person to enlighten +me too, should she be thereunto moved. She was a +venerable, silver-haired old lady, clad in the traditional +dress of her sect, and looking very much like a living<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +representation of Elizabeth Fry. She received me +very cordially; though I felt as if I were a fussy innovation +of the nineteenth century breaking in upon +the sacred, old-fashioned quiet of her neat parlour. +She "thee'd and thou'd" me to my heart's content: +and—to summarize the conversation I held with her—it +was to the disuse of the old phraseology and the +discarding of the peculiar dress that she attributed +most of the falling off which she was much too shrewd +a woman of the world to shut her eyes to. These +were, of course, only the outward and visible signs of +a corresponding change within; but this was why +the Friends fell off, and gravitated, as she confessed +they were doing, to steeple-houses, water-dipping, and +bread-and-wine-worship. She seemed to me like a +quiet old Prophetess Anna chanting a "Nunc +Dimittis" of her own on the passing away of her +faith. She would be glad to depart before the glory +had quite died out. She said she did not hope much +from the Conference, and, to my amazement, rather +gloried in the old irreverent title given by the Independents +to her forefathers from their "quaking and +trembling" when they heard the Word of God, though +she preferred still more the older title of "Children +of the Light." She was, in fact, a rigid old Conservative +follower of George Fox, from the top of her +close-bordered cap to the skirts of her grey silk gown. +I am afraid my countenance expressed incredulity as +to her rationale of the decay; for, as I rose to go, she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +said, "Thou dost not agree, friend, with what I have +said to thee—nay, never shake thy head; it would be +wonderful if thou didst, when our own people don't. +Stay; I'll give thee a note to my son in London, +though he will gainsay much of what I have told +thee." She gave me the letter, which was just what +I wanted, for I felt I had gained little beyond a pleasant +experience of old-world life from my morning's +jaunt. I partook of her kindly hospitality, was +shown over her particularly cosy house, gardens, and +hothouses, and meditated, on my return journey, +upon many particulars I learnt for the first time as to +the early history of Fox; realizing what a consensus +there was between the experiences of all illuminati. +I smiled once and again over the quaint title of one +of Fox's books which my venerable friend had quoted +to me—viz., "A Battle-door for Teachers and Professors +to learn Plural and Singular. <i>You</i> to <i>Many</i>, +and <i>Thou</i> to <i>One</i>; Singular, One, <i>Thou</i>; Plural, Many, +<i>You</i>." While so meditating, my cab deposited me at +the door of a decidedly "downy" house, at the West +End, where my prospective friend was practising in I +will not mention which of the learned professions. +Both the suburban cottage of the mother and the +London ménage of the son assured me that they had +thriven on Quakerism; and it was only then I recollected +that a poor Quaker was as rare a personage as +an infantile member of the Society.</p> + +<p>The young man—who neither in dress, discourse,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +nor manner differed from an ordinary English gentleman—smiled +as he read his mother's lines, and, with +a decorous apology for disturbing the impressions +which her discourse might have left upon me, took +precisely the view which had been latent in my own +mind as to the cause of the Society's decay. +Thoroughly at one with them still on the doctrine of +the illuminating power of the Spirit in the individual +conscience, he treated the archaic dress, the obsolete +phraseology, the obstinate opposition to many innocent +customs of the age, simply as anachronisms. He +pointed with pride to the fact that our greatest living +orator was a member of the Society; and claimed for +the underlying principle of Quakerism—namely, the +superiority of a conscience void of offence over written +scripture or formal ceremony—the character of being +in essence the <i>broadest</i> creed of Christendom. Injudicious +retention of customs which had grown +meaningless had, he felt sure, brought down upon the +body that most fatal of all influences—contempt. +"You see it in your own Church," he said. "There +is a school which, by reviving obsolete doctrines and +practices, will end in getting the Church of England +disestablished as it is already disintegrated. You see +it even in the oldest religion of all—Judaism. You +see, I mean, a school growing into prominence and +power which discards all the accumulations of ages, +and by going back to real antiquity, at once brings +the system more into unison with the century, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +prevents that contempt attaching to it which will +accrue wherever a system sets its face violently +against the tone of current society." He thought +the Conference quite unnecessary. "There needs no +ghost come from the dead to tell us that, Horatio," +he said, cheerily. "They will find out that Quakerism +is not a proselytizing religion," he added; "which, of +course, we knew before. They will point to the +fashionable attire, the gold rings, and lofty chignons +of our younger sisters as direct defiance of primitive +custom. I am unorthodox enough"—and he smiled +as he used that word—"to think that the attire is +more becoming to my younger sisters, just as the +Society's dress is to my dear mother." That young +man, and the youthful sisters he told me of, stood as +embodied answers to the question I had proposed to +myself. They were outward and visible evidences of +the doctrine of Quaker "development." The idea is +not dead. The spirit is living still. It is the spirit +that underlies all real religion—namely, the personal +relation of the human soul to God as the source of +illumination. That young man was as good a Quaker +at heart as George Fox or William Penn themselves; +and the "apology" he offered for his transformed +faith was a better one than Barclay's own. I am +wondering whether the Conference will come to anything +like so sensible a conclusion as to why Quakerism +is declining.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> + +<h3>PENNY READINGS.</h3> + + +<p>Who has ever penetrated beneath the surface of +clerical society—meaning thereby the sphere of +divinities (mostly female) that doth hedge a curate +of a parish—without being sensible of the eligibility +of Penny Readings for a place in Mystic London? +When the Silly Season is at its very bathos; when +the monster gooseberries have gone to seed and the +showers of frogs ceased to fall; after the matrimonial +efforts of Margate or Scarborough, and before the +more decided business of the Christmas Decorations, +then there is deep mystery in the penetralia of every +parish. The great scheme of Penny Readings is +being concocted, and all the available talent of the +district—all such as is "orthodox" and "correct"—is +laid under contribution.</p> + +<p>It is true to a proverb that we English people have +a knack of doing the best possible things in the worst +possible way; and that not unfrequently when we do +once begin doing them we do them to death. It +takes some time to convince us that the particular +thing is worth doing at all; but, once persuaded, we +go in for it with all our British might and main.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +The beard-and-moustache movement was a case in +point. Some years ago a moustache was looked upon +by serious English people as decidedly reckless and +dissipated. A beard was fit only for a bandit. Nowadays, +the mildest youth in the Young Men's +Christian Association may wear a moustache without +being denounced as "carnal," and paterfamilias revels +in the beard of a sapeur, no misopogon daring to say +him nay. To no "movement," however, does the +adage "Vires acquirit eundo" apply more thoroughly +than to that connected with "Penny Readings." +Originally cropping up timidly in rustic and suburban +parishes, it has of late taken gigantic strides, and +made every parish where it does <i>not</i> exist, rural or +metropolitan, very exceptional indeed. There was a +sound principle lying at the bottom of the movement, +in so far as it was designed to bring about a fusion of +classes; though, perhaps, it involved too much of an +assumption that the "working man" had to be lectured +to, or read to, by his brother in purple and fine +linen. Still the theory was so far sound. Broad +cloth was to impart to fustian the advantages it possessed +in the way of reading, singing, fiddling, or +what not; and that not gratuitously, which would +have offended the working man's dignity, but for the +modest sum of one penny, which, whilst Lazarus was +not too poor to afford, Dives condescended to accept, +and apply to charitable purposes.</p> + +<p>Such being, in brief, the theory of the Penny<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +Reading movement, it may be interesting to see how +it is carried out in practice. Now, in order to ascertain +this, I availed myself of several opportunities +afforded by the commencement of the Penny Reading +season, which may be said to synchronize very nearly +with the advent of London fogs, and attended the +opening of the series in several widely different localities. +In describing my experiences it would perhaps +be invidious to specify the exact locality where they +were gathered. I prefer to collate those experiences +which range from Campden Hill to Camden Town +inclusive. Amid many distinguishing traits there +are common elements traceable in all, which may +enable us to form some estimate of the working of the +scheme, and possibly to offer a few words of advice to +those interested therein.</p> + +<p>In most cases the Penny Readings are organized +by the parochial clergy. We will be orthodox, and +consider them so to be on the present occasion. In +that case, the series would probably be opened by the +incumbent in person. Some ecclesiastical ladies, +young and middle-aged, who, rightly or wrongly, +believe their mission is music, and to whom the +curate is very probably an attraction, aid his efforts. +Serious young men read, and others of a more mundane +turn of mind sing doleful "comic" songs, culled +from the more presentable of the music-hall répertoire. +In many cases skilled amateurs or professionals lend +their valuable assistance; and it is not too much to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +say that many a programme is presented to the +audience—ay, and faithfully carried out too—which +would do credit to a high-priced concert-room. But, +then, who make up the audience? Gradually the +"penny" people have been retiring into the background, +as slowly but as surely as the old-fashioned +pits at our theatres are coyly withdrawing under +the boxes to make way for the stalls. The Penny +Readings have been found to "draw" a higher class +of audience than those for whom they were originally +intended. The curate himself, if unmarried, secures +the whole spinsterhood of the parish. His rendering +of the lines, "On the receipt of my mother's picture +out of Norfolk," is universally acknowledged to be +"delightful;" and so, in course of time, the Penny +Readings have been found to supply a good parochial +income; and the incumbent, applying the proceeds +to some local charity, naturally wishes to augment +that income as much as possible. The consequence +is that the penny people are as completely nowhere +at the Penny Readings as they are in the free seats +at their parish church. The whole of the body of +the room is "stalled off," so to say, for sixpenny +people, and the penny folk are stowed away anywhere. +Then, again, in several programmes I have been at +the pains to analyse, it is palpable that, whilst the +bulk of the extracts fire over the heads of the poor +people, one or two are inserted which are as studiously +aimed at them as the parson's remarks in last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +Sunday's sermon against public-house loafing. Still +"naming no names," I attended some readings where +one of the clergy read a long extract from Bailey's +"Festus," whilst he was succeeded by a vulgar fellow, +evidently put in for "the gods," who delivered himself +of a parody on Ingoldsby, full of the coarsest +slang—nay, worse than that, abounding in immoralities +which, I hope, made the parochial clergy sit +on thorns, and place the reader on their "Index +Expurgatorius" from henceforth.</p> + +<p>Excellent in its original design, the movement is +obviously degenerating into something widely different. +First, I would say, Let your Penny Readings +be really Penny Readings, and not the egregious +<i>lucus a non</i> they now are. If there is any distinction, +the penny people should have the stalls, and then, <i>if +there were room</i>, the "swells" (I must use an offensive +term) could come in for sixpence, and stand at the +back. But there should be no difference at all. Dives +and Lazarus should sit together, or Dives stop away +if he were afraid his fine linen may get soiled. Lazarus, +at all events, must not be lost sight of, or treated +to second best. The experiment of thus mingling +them has been tried, I know, and succeeds admirably. +Dives and Lazarus <i>do</i> hobnob; and though the +former occasionally tenders a silver coin for his +entrée, he does not feel that he is thereby entitled to +a better seat. The committee gets the benefit of his +liberality; and when the accounts are audited in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +spring, Lazarus is immensely pleased at the figure his +pence make. Then, again, as to the quality of the +entertainment. Let us remember Lazarus comes +there to be elevated. That was the theory we set out +with—that we, by our reading, or our singing, or +fiddling, or tootle-tooing on the cornet, could civilize +our friend in fustian. Do not let us fall into the +mistake, then, of descending to his standard. We +want to level him up to ours. Give him the music +we play in our own drawing-rooms; read the choice +bits of fiction or poetry to his wife and daughters +which we should select for our own. Amuse his poor +little children with the same innocent nonsense with +which we treat our young people. Above all, don't +bore him. I do not say, never be serious, because it +is a great mistake to think Lazarus can only guffaw. +Read "The Death of Little Nell" or of Paul Dombey, +and look at Mrs. Lazarus's eyes. Read Tom Hood's +"Song of the Shirt," and see whether the poor seamstress +out in the draughty penny seats at the back +appreciates it or not. I did hear of one parish at the +West End—the very same, by the way, I just now +commended for sticking to the "penny" system—where +Hood's "Nelly Gray," proposed to be read by +the son of one of our best known actors, was tabooed +as "unedifying." Lazarus does not come to be +"edified," but to be amused. If he can be at the +same time instructed, so much the better; but the +bitter pill must be highly gilded, or he will pocket<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +his penny and spend it in muddy beer at the public-house. +If the Penny Reading can prevent this—and +we see no reason why it should not—it will have had +a mission indeed. Finally, I feel sure that there is in +this movement, and lying only a very little way from +the surface, a wholesome lesson for Dives too; and +that is, how little difference there is, after all, between +himself and Lazarus. I have been surprised to see +how some of the more recherché "bits" of our +genuine humorists have told upon the penny people, +and won applause which the stalest burlesque pun or +the nastiest music-hall inanity would have failed to +elicit. Lazarus must be represented on the platform +then, as well as comfortably located in the audience. +He must be asked to read, or sing, or fiddle, or do +whatever he can. If not, he will feel he is being +read at, or sung to, or fiddled for, and will go off to +the Magpie and Stump, instead of bringing missus +and the little ones to the "pa'son's readings." Let +the Penny Reading teach us the truth—and how true +it is—that we are all "working men." What matters +it whether we work with head or with hand—with +brain or muscle?</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> + +<h3>DARWINISM ON THE DEVIL.</h3> + + +<p>It has been said—perhaps more satirically than +seriously—that theology could not get on without its +devil. Certain it is that wherever there has been +a vivid realization of the Spirit of Light, there, as if +by way of antithesis, there has been an equally clear +recognition of the Power of Darkness. Ormuzd—under +whatever name recognised—generally supposes +his opponent Ahriman; and there have even been +times, as in the prevalence of the Manichean heresy, +when the Evil Spirit has been affected in preference +to the good—probably only another way of saying +that morals have been held subordinate to intellect. +But I am growing at once prosy and digressive.</p> + +<p>The announcement that the "Liberal Social +Union" would devote one of their sweetly heretical +evenings at the Beethoven Rooms, Harley Street, to +an examination of the Darwinian development of the +Evil Spirit, was one not to be scorned by an inquirer +into the more eccentric and erratic phases of theology. +Literary engagements stood in the way—for the +social heretics gather on a Friday—but come what +might, I would hear them discuss diabolism. Leaving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +my printer's devil to indulge in typographical errors +according to his own sweet will (and I must confess +he <i>did</i> wander), I presented myself, as I thought in +good time, at the portals of the Harley Street room, +where his Satanic Majesty was to be heretically anatomized. +But, alas! I had not calculated aright the +power of that particular potentate to "draw." No +sooner had I arrived at the cloak-room than the very +hats and umbrellas warned me of the number of his +votaries. Evening Dress was "optional;" and I +frankly confess, at whatever risk of his displeasure, +that I had not deemed Mephistopheles worthy of a +swallow-tailed coat. I came in the garb of ordinary +life; and at once felt uncomfortable when, mounting +the stairs, I was received by a portly gentleman and +an affable lady in violent tenue de soir. The room +was full to the very doors; and as soon as I squeezed +into earshot of the lecturer (who had already commenced +his discourse) I was greeted by a heterodox +acquaintance in elaborate dress-coat and rose-pink +gloves. Experience in such matters had already told +me—and thereupon I proved it by renewed personal +agony—that an Englishman never feels so uncomfortable +as when dressed differently from his compeers +at any kind of social gathering. Mrs. T—— asks +you to dinner, and you go clad in the correct costume +in deference to the prandial meal, but find all the rest +in morning dress. Mrs. G——, on the contrary, +sends you a rollicking note to feed with a few friends<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span>—no +party; and you go straight from office to find a +dozen heavily-got-up people sniggering at your frock +coat and black tie. However, as I said, on this occasion +the lecturer, Dr. Zerffi, was in the thick of what +proved to be a very attractive lecture; so I was not +the observed of all observers for more than two or +three minutes, and was able to give him my whole +attention as soon as I had recovered from my confusion. +Dr. Zerffi said:—</p> + +<p>Dr. Darwin's theory of evolution and selection +has changed our modern mode of studying the +inorganic and organic phenomena of nature, and +investigating the realities of truth. His theory +is not altogether new, having been first proclaimed +by Leibnitz, and followed up with regard to history +by Giovanni Battista Vico. Oken and Goethe amplified +it towards the end of the last, and at the beginning +of the present century. Darwin, however, has systematized +the theory of evolution, and now the +branches of human knowledge can only be advantageously +pursued if we trace in all phenomena, +whether material or spiritual, a beginning and a +gradual development. One fact has prominently +been established, that there is order in the eternal +change, that this order is engendered by law, and +that law and order are the criterions of an all-wise +ruling Spirit pervading the Universe. To this positive +spirit of law a spirit of negation, an element of +rebellion and mischief, of mockery and selfishness,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +commonly called the Devil, has been opposed from +the beginning.</p> + +<p>It appeared, till very lately, as though God had +created the world only for the purpose of amusing +the Devil, and giving him an abundance of work, all +directed to destroying the happiness of God's finest +creation—man. Treating the Devil from a Darwinian +point of view, we may assert that he developed himself +from the protoplasm of ignorance, and in the gloomy +fog of fear and superstition grew by degrees into a +formidable monster, being changed by the overheated +imaginations of dogmatists into a reptile, an owl, a +raven, a dog, a wolf, a lion, a centaur, a being half +monkey, half man, till, finally, he became a polite and +refined human being.</p> + +<p>Man once having attained a certain state of consciousness, +saw sickness, evil, and death around him, +and as it was usual to assign to every effect some +tangible cause, man developed the abstract notion of +evil into a concrete form, which changed with the +varying impressions of climate, food, and the state of +intellectual progress. To the white man the Devil +was black, and to the black man white. Originally, +then, the Devil was merely a personification of the +apparently destructive forces of nature. Fire was his +element. The Indians had their Rakshas and Uragas, +the Egyptians their Typhon, and the Persians their +Devas. The Israelites may claim the honour of +having brought the theory of evil into a coarse and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +sensual form, and the Christians took up this conception, +and developed it with the help of the Gnostics, +Plato, and the Fathers dogmatically into an entity.</p> + +<p>I shall not enter on a minute inquiry into the +origin of this formidable antagonist of common sense +and real piety; I intend to take up the three principal +phases of the Devil's development, at a period +when he already appears to us as a good Christian +Devil, and always bearing in mind Mr. Darwin's +theory of evolution, I shall endeavour to trace +spiritually the changes in the conceptions of evil +from the Devil of Luther to that of Milton, and at +last to that of Goethe.</p> + +<p>The old Jewish Rabbis and theological doctors were +undoubtedly the first to trace, genealogically, the pedigree +of the Christian Devil in its since general form. If +we take the trouble to compare chap. i. v. 27 of Genesis +with chap. ii. v. 21, we will find that two distinct creations +of man are given. The one is different from the other. In +the first instance we have the clear, indisputable statement, +"So God created man in his own image:" and +to give greater force to this statement the text goes +on, "in the image of God created he him; male and +female created he them." Both man and woman were +then created. Nothing could be plainer. But as +though no creation of man had taken place at all, we +find, chap. ii. v. 7: "And the Lord formed man of +the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils +the breath of life." This was evidently a second man,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +differently created from the first, who is stated to have +been made "in the image of God himself." This +second creature was entrusted with the nomination +and classification of all created things; that is, with +the formation of language, and the laying down of +the first principles of botany and zoology. After he +had performed this arduous task it happened that +"for Adam there was not found an help meet for +him" (verse 20), and chap. ii. v. 21 tells us, "The +Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and +he slept; and He took one of his ribs and closed up +the flesh instead thereof;" and verse 22, "And of the +rib which the Lord God had taken from man made +He a woman, and brought her unto man." Adam +then joyfully exclaims (verse 23), "This <i>is</i> now bone +of my bones, and flesh of my flesh." This cannot +but lead to the conclusion that this woman was an +altogether different creature from the first. The contradiction +was most ingeniously explained by the +learned Jewish Rabbis, who considered the first woman +the organic germ from which the special Hebrew-Christian +devils were evolved. The Rabbis discovered +that the name of the first woman was +"Lilith"<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> (the nightly); they knew positively—and +who can disprove their assertion?—that she was the +most perfect beauty, more beautiful than Eve; she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +had long waving hair, bright eyes, red lips and +cheeks, and a charmingly finished form and complexion; +but having been created at the same moment +as the first man, and like him, in the image of God, +she refused to become man's wife; she objected to +being subordinate to the male part of creation—she +was, in fact, the first strong-minded woman, claiming +the same rights as man, though a woman in body and +form. Under these circumstances the existence of +the human race was deemed to be an impossibility, +and therefore the Lord had to make good his error, +and He created Eve as the completing part of man. +The first woman left her co-equally created male, and +was changed into an enormous, most beautiful, and +seducing "She Devil," and her very thoughts brought +forth daily a legion of devils—incarnations of pride, +vanity, conceit, and unnaturalness. Happily these +devils were so constituted that they devoured one +another. But in their rage they could take possession +of others, and more especially entered little +children—boys under three days old, girls under +twenty days—and devoured them. This myth, by +means of evolution and the law of action and re-action, +engendered the further legend about the existence of +three special angels who acted as powerful antidotes +to these devils, and whose names, "Senoi, Sansenoi, +and Sanmangeloph," if written on a piece of parchment +suspended round the neck of children afforded +certain protection against them.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p> +<p>The origin of the Devil may thus be traced to the +first vain contempt for the eternal laws of nature. +The woman, refusing to be a woman, engenders +devils; the man, trying to be a God, loses paradise +and his innocence, for the element of the supernatural +intruded upon him and abstracted his thoughts +from this earth. These were the half idealistic and +half realistic elements from which the three greatest +spiritual incarnations of the Evil Spirit sprung up. +Luther took the Evil Spirit as a bodily entity, with +big horns, fiery eyes, a reddish, protruding tongue, a +long tail, and the hoof of a horse. In this latter +attribute we trace at once the Kentaur element of +ancient times. Through nearly one thousand three +hundred years from Tertullian and Thaumaturgus +down to Luther, every one was accustomed to look +upon life as one great battle with tens of thousands +of devils, assaulting, harassing, annoying, and seducing +humanity. All fought, quarrelled, talked, +and wrestled with the Devil. He was more spoken +of in the pulpits of the Christian Churches, written +about in theological and scientific books, than God or +Christ. All misfortunes were attributed to him. +Thunder and lightning, hailstorms and the rinderpest, +the hooping cough and epileptic fits were all the +Devil's work. A man who suffered from madness +was said to be possessed by a legion of Evil Spirits. +The Devil settled himself in the gentle dimples of +a pretty girl with the same ease and comfort as in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +the wrinkles of an old woman. Everything that was +inexplicable was evil. Throughout the Middle Ages +the masses and the majority of their learned theological +teachers believed the Greek and Latin classics +were inspired by Evil Spirits; that sculptures or +paintings, if beautiful, were of evil; that all cleverness +in Mathematics, Chemistry, or Medicine proved +the presence of the corrupting Evil Spirit working in +man. Any bridge over a chasm or a rapid river was +the work of the Devil; even the most beautiful +Gothic cathedrals, like those of Cologne and St. +Stephen at Vienna were constructed by architects +who served their apprenticeship in the infernal regions. +The Devil sat grinning on the inkstands of +poets and learned men, dictating to the poor deluded +mortals, as the price for their souls, charming love-songs +or deep theological and philosophical essays. +It was extremely dangerous during this period of +man's historical evolution to be better or wiser than +the ignorant masses. Learning, talent, a superior +power of reasoning, love for truth, a spirit of inquiry, +the capacity of making money by clever trading, an +artistic turn of mind, success in life, even in the +Church, were only so many proofs that the soul had +been sold to some dwarfish or giant messenger from +Lucifer, who could appear in a thousand different +forms. Man was, since his assumed Fall, the exclusive +property of the coarse and vulgar conception of +the Evil Spirit. Luther was full of these ideas, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +was brought up in this belief, and though he unconsciously +felt that the Devil ought to be expelled from +our creed, he did not dare to attempt the reform of +humanity by annihilating the mischief-maker: he could +not rob man of his dearest spiritual possession; had +he thought of consigning the Devil to the antediluvian +period of our moral and social formation, he +never could have succeeded in his reform. The Devil, +in fact, was his strongest helpmate; he could describe +the ritual of the Romish Church as the work of the +Evil Spirit, produced to delude mankind. The Devil +had his Romish prayers, his processions, his worship +of relics, his remission of sins, his confessional, his +infernal synods; he was to Luther an active, rough, +and material incarnation of the roaring lion of the +Scriptures in the shape of the Romish Church, walking +about visibly, tangibly, bodily amongst men, +devouring all who believed in the Pope, and who disbelieved +in this stupid phantom of a dogmatically +blinded imagination.</p> + +<p>The Evolution-theory may be clearly traced in the +two next conceptions: Milton's Satan and Goethe's +Mephistopheles. They differ as strongly as the periods +and the poems in which they appear. Milton's Satan +loses the vulgar flesh and bone, horn and hoof nature—he +is an epic character; whilst Goethe's Devil is an +active dramatic entity of modern times. Milton's +representative of evil is a very powerful conception—it +is evil in abstracto; whilst Mephistopheles is evil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +in concreto—the intelligible, tangible Devil, evolved +by the power of selection from an antediluvian +monster, and transformed through a civilizing process +of at least six thousand years into its present form. +Milton's Satan is a debased intellect who in his +boundless ambition is still a supernatural being. +Mephistopheles is the incarnation of our complicated +modern social evils, full of petty tricks and learned +quotations; he piously turns up his eyes, he lies, +doubts, calumniates, seduces, philosophizes, sneers, +but all in a polite and highly educated way; he is a +scholar, a divine, a politician, a diplomatist. Satan is +capable of wild enthusiasm, he sometimes remembers +his bright sinless past; "from the lowest deep," he +yearns, "once more to lift himself up, in spite of fate, +nearer to his ancient seat;"—he hopes to re-enter +heaven, "to purge off his gloom;" some remnant of +heavenly innocence still clings to him, for, though +<i>fallen</i>, he is still an <i>angel</i>! Mephistopheles in his +real nature is without any higher aspirations, he +argues with a sarcastic smile on his lips, he is ironical +with sophisticated sharpness. Satan has unconsciously +gigantic ideas, he is ready to wrestle with God for +the dominion of heaven. Mephistopheles is perfectly +conscious of his littleness as opposed to our better +intellectual nature, and does evil for evil's sake. +Satan is sublime through the grandeur of his primitive +elements, pride and ambition. Mephistopheles +is only grave in his pettiness; he does not refuse an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +orgie with drunken students, indulges in jokes with +monkeys, works miracles in the witch's kitchen, delights +in the witch's "one-time-one;" distributes little +tracts "to stir up the witch's heart with special +fire." Satan has nothing vulgar in him: he is capable +of melancholy feelings, he can be pathetic and eloquent. +Mephistopheles laughs at the stupidity of the +world, and at his own. Satan believes in God and +in himself, whilst Mephistopheles is the "Spirit that +denies;" he believes neither in God nor in heaven +nor in hell; he does not believe in his own entity—he +is no supernatural, fantastic being, but man incarnate: +he is the evil part of a good whole, which loses its +entity when once seen and recognised in its real +nature; for Mephistopheles in reality is our own +ignorant, besotted, animal nature, cultivated and developed +at the expense of our intellectual part.</p> + +<p>Luther's devil is the outgrowth of humanity in +long-clothes. Man, ignorant of the forces of the +Cosmos, blinded by theological dialectics and metaphysical +subtleties, incapable of understanding the +real essence of our moral and intellectual nature, philosophically +untrained to observe that evil is but a +sequence of the disturbed balance between our double +nature—spirit and matter—attributed all mischief in +the intellectual as well as in our social spheres to an +absolute powerful being who continually tormented +him.</p> + +<p>Milton's Satan is the poetical conception of man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +developed from an infant in long-clothes into a +boisterous but dreamy youth, ascribing to every incomprehensible +effect an arbitrary, poetical cause. +Goethe's Mephistopheles, lastly is the truthful conception +of evil as it really exists in a thousand forms, +evolved from our own misunderstood and artificially +and dogmatically distorted nature.</p> + +<p>Goethe in destroying the Devil as such, consigned +him to the primeval myths and legends of ignorance +and fear, and has shown us the real nature of the evil.</p> + +<p>What then is the Devil?</p> + +<p>The Devil took, as I said in the beginning, his +origin in our blinded senses, in an undue preponderance +of that which is material in us over that +which is intellectual. The moment we look the Evil +Spirit in the face, he vanishes as an <i>absolute</i> being and +becomes—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">A portion of that power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which wills the bad and works the good at every hour.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>After having been exposed during several periods +of generations to new conditions, thus rendering a +great amount of variation possible, the Devil has +developed from a monster into a monkey, and from a +monkey into a man endowed with the nature of a +monkey and the propensities of a monster. In the +State and in the Church, in Arts and Sciences, the +Devil is the principle of injustice, hypocrisy, ugliness, +and ignorance. Goethe has annihilated the ideal +poetical grandeur of Milton's Satan; he has stripped<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +Luther's Devil of his vulgar realism; Goethe has +driven Satan from an imaginary hell, where he preferred +to rule instead of worshipping and serving in +heaven, and with the sponge of common sense he +wiped the horned monster, drawn by the imagination +of dogmatists, from the black board of ignorance. In +banishing the Evil Spirit into the dominion of myths, +Goethe showed him in his real nature. Darwin displaced +man from the exalted pedestal of a special +creation, and endeavoured to trace him as the development +of cosmical elements. Darwin enabled us to +look upon man as the completing link in the great chain +of the gradual evolution of the life-giving forces of +the Universe, and he rendered thus our position more +comprehensible and natural. Goethe, in proving that +the Evil Spirit of ancient and Hebrew-Christian times +was a mere phantom of an ill-regulated fantasy, +taught us to look for the real origin of evil. What +was a metaphysical incomprehensibility became an +intelligible reality. The Demon can be seen in +"Faust" as in a mirror, and in glancing into it we +behold our Darwinian progenitor, the animal, +face to face. Before the times of Goethe, with very +few exceptions, the Evil Spirit was an entity with +whom any one might become familiar—in fact, the +"spiritus familiaris" of old. The Devil spoke, roared, +whispered, could sign contracts. We were able to +yield our soul to him; and he could bodily enter our +body. The Devil was a corporeal entity. The rack,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +water, and fire were used to expel him from sorcerers +and witches, and to send him into all sorts of unclean +animals. Goethe, in unmasking this phantom, introduced +him not as something <i>without</i>, but as an element +<i>within</i> us. The service rendered to humanity in +showing us the true nature of evil is as grand as the +service rendered by Mr. Darwin in assigning to man +his place <i>in</i> nature, and not <i>above</i> nature. It is +curious that those who have most of the incorrigible +and immovable animal nature in them should protest +with the greatest vehemence and clamour against this +theory. They think by asserting their superiority, +based on a special creation, to become at once special +and superior beings, and prefer this position to trying, +through a progressive development in science and +knowledge, in virtue and honesty, to prove the existence +of the higher faculties with which man has +been endowed through his gradual development from +the lowest phases of living creatures to the highest. +In assuming the Devil to be something absolute and +positive, and not something relative and negative, +man hoped to be better able to grapple with him. +Mephistopheles is nothing personal; he can, like the +Creator himself, be only traced in his works. The +Devil lurks beneath the venerable broadcloth of an +intolerant and ignorant priest; he uses the seducing +smiles of a wicked beauty; he stirs the blood of the +covetous and grasping; he strides through the gilded +halls of ambitious emperors and ministers, who go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +with "light hearts" to kill thousands of human +beings with newly-invented infernal machines; he +works havoc in the brains of the vain. The Devil +shuffles the cards for the gambler, and destroys our +peace whether he makes us win or lose on the turf; +he sits joyfully grinning on the tops of bottles and +tankards filled with alcoholic drinks; he entices us +on Sundays to shut our museums and open our gin-palaces; +to neglect the education of the masses; and +then prompts us to accuse them with hypocritical +respectability of drunkenness and stupidity. It is +the Devil who turns us into friends of lapdogs and +makes us enemies of the homeless. The Devil is the +greatest master in dogmatism; he creates sects who, +in the name of love and humility, foster hatred and +pride; the Devil encloses men in a magic circle on +the barren heath of useless speculation; drives them +round and round like blinded horses in a mill, starting +from one point, and after miles and miles of +travel and fatigue, leading us to the point, sadder but +not wiser, from which we set out. The Devil makes +us quarrel whether we ought to have schools with or +without bigoted religious teachings; he burns incense +to stupefy our senses, lights candles to obscure our +sight, amuses the masses with buffooneries to +prevent them from thinking, draws us away from +common-sense morality, and leads us, under the pretext +of a mystic and symbolic religion, to the confessional, +the very hothouse of mischief. Satan in all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +his shapes and forms as he rules the world has been +described by Goethe as Egotism. Selfishness is his +element and real nature. Selfishness not yet realizing +the divine, because so entirely <i>humane</i> command—"Do +unto others as you wish that they should do +unto you." Selfishness is the only essence of evil. Selfishness +has divided men into different nations, and +fosters in them pride, envy, jealousy, and hatred. Mr. +Darwin has shown that one animal preys on the other, +that the weaker species has to yield to the stronger. +Goethe again has shown us how the Evil Spirit drags +us through life's wild scenes and its flat unmeaningness, +to seek mere sensual pleasures and to neglect altogether +our higher and better nature, which is the outgrowth +of our more complicated, more highly developed organization. +Were we only to recognise this, our real +nature, we should leave less to chance and prejudices; +were we to study man from a physiological, psychological, +and honestly historical point of view, we should +soon eliminate selfishness from among us, and be able +to appreciate what is really the essence of evil. The +more nearly we approach Darwin's primitive man, the +ape, the nearer do we draw to the Mephistopheles +who shows us his exact nature with impudent sincerity +in Goethe's "Faust."</p> + +<p>That which changes our Psyche, that is our intellectual +faculty with its airy wings of imagination, its +yearnings for truth, into an ugly, submissive, crawling +worm, is heartless selfishness. Not without<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +reason is poor guileless Margaret horrified at Mephistopheles. +She shudders, hides herself on the bosom +of Faust, like a dove under the wings of an eagle, and +complains that the Evil Spirit—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">... Always wears such mocking grin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half cold, half grim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One sees that nought has interest for him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis writ on his brow, and can't be mistaken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No soul in him can love awaken.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>When all goes wrong, when religious, social, and +political animosities and hatred disturb the peace; +when unintelligible controversies on the inherited sin, +the origin of evil, justification, and transubstantiation, +"grace and free will," the creative and the created, +mystic incantations, real and unreal presences, the +like but not equal, the affirmative and the negative +natures of God and man confuse the finite brains of +infinite talkers and repeaters of the same things; +when they quarrel about the wickedness of the hen +who dared to lay an egg on the Sabbath; when the +glaring torch of warfare is kindled by the fire of petty +animosities, then the Evil Spirit of egotism celebrates +its most glorious festivals.</p> + +<p>What can banish this monster, this second and +worse part of our nature? To look upon it from a +Darwinian point of view. Goethe saves his fallen +Faust through useful "occupation," through honest +hard work for the benefit of mankind. The more we +make ourselves acquainted with evil, the last remnant<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +of our animal nature, in a rational and not mystic +dogmatical sense, the less we exalt ourselves as exceptional +creatures above nature, the easier it must +be for us to dry up the source of superstition and +ignorance which serves to nourish this social monster.</p> + +<p>Let our relations to each other be based on "mutual +love," for God is love, and selfishness as the antagonist +of love, and the Devil as the antagonist of God, will +both vanish.</p> + +<p>Let us strive to vanquish our unnatural social organization +by a natural, social, but at the same time, +liberal union of all into one common brotherhood, and +the roaring lion will be silenced for ever.</p> + +<p>Let us purify society of all its social, or rather unsocial, +iniquities and falsehoods, of all ingratitude and +envy, in striving for an honest regeneration of ourselves, +and through ourselves of humanity at large, +convincing one another that man has developed by +degrees into earth's fairest creature, destined for good +and happiness, and not for evil and wretchedness, and +there will be an end of the <i>Devil</i> and all his <i>devilries</i>.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The word is found in Isaiah xxxiv. 14. Translated in the Vulgate +as "Lamia;" in Luther's translation as "Kobold;" in the English +version as "screech-owl;" and in others as "an ugly night-bird."</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> + +<h3>PECULIAR PEOPLE.</h3> + + +<p>In this title, be it distinctly understood, no reference +is intended to those anti-Æsculapian persons who, +from time to time, sacrifice to Moloch among the +Essex marshes. It is not necessary to journey even +as far as Plumstead in search of peculiarity, since the +most manifold and ever-varying types of it lie at one's +very doors. And here, at the outset, without quite +endorsing the maxim that genius is always eccentric, +let it be confessed that a slight deviation from the +beaten track is generally apt to be interesting. When +we see the photograph of some distinguished artist, +musician, or poet, and find the features very like those +of the pork butcher in the next street, or the footman +over the way, we are conscious of a feeling of disappointment +almost amounting to a personal grievance. +Mr. Carlyle and Algernon Swinburne satisfy us. +They look as we feel graphic writers and erotic poets +ought to look. Not so the literary females who affect +the compartment labelled "For ladies only," in the +reading room of the British Museum or on the Metropolitan +Railway. They are mostly like one's maiden<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +aunts, and savour far less of the authoress than some +of the charming girls who studiously avoid their exclusive +locale, and evidently use their reading ticket +only to cover with an appearance of propriety a most +unmistakable flirtation. This they carry on sotto voce +with ardent admirers of the male sex, who, though +regular frequenters of the reading room, are no more +literary than themselves. One might pick out a good +many peculiar people from that learned retreat—that +poor scholar's club room; but let us rather avoid any +such byways of life, and select our peculiars from the +broad highway. Hunting there, Diogenes-wise, with +one's modest lantern, in search—not of honest—but +eccentric individuals.</p> + +<p>And first of all, having duly attended to the ladies +at the outset, let there be "Place for the Clergy." +There is my dear friend the Rev. Gray Kidds, the +best fellow breathing, but, from a Diogenes point of +view, decidedly eccentric. Gray Kidds is one of those +individuals whose peculiarity it is never to have been +a boy. Kidds at fifteen had whiskers as voluminous +as he now has at six-and-twenty, and as he gambolled +heavily amongst his more puerile schoolfellows, +visitors to the playground used to ask the assistant +masters who that man was playing with the boys. +They evidently had an uneasy notion that a private +lunatic asylum formed a branch of the educational +establishment, and that Gray Kidds was a harmless<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +patient allowed to join the boys in their sports. Gray +Kidds was and is literally harmless. He grew up +through school and college, innocently avoiding all +those evils which proved the ruin of many who were +deemed far wiser than himself. He warbled feebly +on the flute, and was adored as a curate, not only for +his tootle-tooings, but for his diligent presence at +mothers' meetings, and conscientious labours among +the poor. A preacher Kidds never pretended to be; +but he had the singular merit of brevity, and crowded +more harmless heresies into ten minutes' pulpit oratory +than Colenso or Voysey could have done in double the +time. The young ladies made a dead set at him, of +course, for Kidds was in every respect eligible; and +he let them stroke him like a big pet lamb, but there +matters ended. Kidds never committed himself. He +is now the incumbent of a pretty church in the +suburbs, built for him by his aunt, and, strange to say, +the church fills. Whether it is that his brevity is attractive, +or his transparent goodness compensates for +his other peculiarities, certainly he has a congregation; +and if you polled that congregation, the one point on +which all would agree, in addition to his eligibility or +innocence, would be that the Rev. Gray Kidds was +"so funny."</p> + +<p>And now, for our second type of peculiarity, let us +beat back for one moment to the fair sex again. Mrs. +Ghoul is the reverse of spirituelle; but she is some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span>thing +more—she is spiritualistic. She devoutly believes +that the spirits of deceased ancestors come at +her bidding, and tilt the table, move furniture insanely +about, or write idiotic messages automatically. She +is perfectly serious. She does "devoutly" believe this. +It is her creed. It is a comfort to her. It is extremely +difficult to reconcile such a source of comfort +with any respect for one's departed relatives, but that +is Mrs. Ghoul's peculiarity and qualification for a +niche amongst our originals.</p> + +<p>Miss Deedy, on the other hand, is ecclesiastical +to the backbone. Miss Deedy ruins her already +feeble health with early mattins (she insists on the +double t) and frequent fasts. Beyond an innocuous +flirtation with the curate at decorations, or a choral +meeting, Miss Deedy has as few sins as most of us +to answer for; but, from her frequent penances, she +might be a monster of iniquity. She is known to +confess, and is suspected of wearing sackcloth. Balls +and theatres she eschews as "worldly," and yet she is +only just out of her teens. She would like to be a +nun, she says, if the habits were prettier, and they +allowed long curls down the back, and Gainsboroughs +above the brow. As it is, Miss Deedy occupies a +somewhat abnormal position, dangling, like Mahomet's +coffin, between the Church and the world. That, +again, is Miss Deedy's peculiarity.</p> + +<p>Miss Wiggles is a "sensitive." That is a new<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +vocation struck out by the prolific ingenuity of the +female mind. Commonplace doctors would simply +call her "hysterical;" but she calls herself magnetic. +She is stout and inclined to a large appetite, particularly +affecting roast pork with plenty of seasoning; +but she passes readily into "the superior condition" +under the manipulations of a male operator. She +makes nothing, save notoriety, by her clairvoyance +and other peculiarities; but she <i>is</i> very peculiar, +though the type of a larger class than is perhaps +imagined in this highly sensational age of ours.</p> + +<p>Peculiar boys, too—what lots of them there are! +What is called affectation in a girl prevails to quite +as large an extent in the shape of endless peculiarities +among boys. A certain Dick (his name is Adolphus, +but he is universally, and for no assignable reason, +known as Dick) rejoices in endorsing Darwinism by +looking and acting like a human gorilla. Dick is no +fool, but assumes that virtue though he has it not. +To see him mumbling his food at meals, or making +mops and mows at the wall, you would think him +qualified for Earlswood; but if it comes to polishing +off a lesson briskly or being mulct of his pudding or +pocket-money, Master Dick accomplishes the polishing +process with a rapidity that gives the lie to his Darwinian +assumption.</p> + +<p>Well, they are a source of infinite fun, these eccentrics—the +comets of our social system. They have,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> +no doubt, an object in their eccentricity, a method in +their madness, which we prosaic planetary folks cannot +fathom. At all events, they amuse us and don't +harm themselves. They are uniformly happy and +contented with themselves. Of them assuredly is +true, and without the limitation he appends, Horace's +affirmation, <i>Dulce est desipere</i>, which Mr. Theodore +Martin translates, "'Tis pleasing at times to be +slightly insane."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV.</h2> + +<h3>INTERVIEWING AN ASTROLOGER.</h3> + + +<p>For several years—in fact ever since my first acquaintance +with these "occult" matters whereinto I +am now such a veteran investigator—my great wish +has been to become practically acquainted with some +Professor of Astral Science. One friend, indeed, I +had who had devoted a long lifetime to this and kindred +subjects, and of whom I shall have to speak +anon; but he had never utilized his knowledge so as +to become the guide, philosopher, and friend of +amorous housemaids on the subject of their matrimonial +alliances, or set himself to discover petty larcenies +for a fee of half-a-crown. He assured me, +however, that the practice of astrology was as rife as +ever in London at this moment, and that businesses +in that line were bought and sold for sterling coin of +the realm, just as though they had been "corner" +publics, or "snug concerns" in the cheesemongery +line. All this whetted my appetite for inquiry, and +seeing one Professor Wilson advertise persistently in +the <i>Medium</i> to the effect that "the celebrated Astrologer +may be consulted on the events of life" from two +to nine <span class="smcap">p.m.</span>, I wrote to Professor Wilson asking for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> +an interview; but the celebrated astrologer did not +favour me with a reply.</p> + +<p>Foiled in my first attempt I waited patiently for +about a year, and then broke ground again—I will not +say whether with Professor Wilson, or some other +practitioner of astral science. I will call my Archimago +Professor Smith, of Newington Causeway, principally +for the reason that this is neither the real +name nor the correct address. I have no wish to +advertise any wizard gratuitously; nor would it be +fair to him, since, as will be seen from the sequel, his +reception of me was such as to make it probable that +he would have an inconvenient number of applicants +on the conditions observed at my visit.</p> + +<p>Availing myself, then, of the services of my friend +above-mentioned, I arranged that we should together +pay a visit to Professor Smith, of Newington Causeway, +quite "permiscuous," as Mrs. Gamp would say. +My companion would go with his own horoscope +already constructed, as he happened to know the exact +hour and minute of his birth—particulars as to which +I only possessed the vaguest information, which is all +I fancy most of us have; though there was one circumstance +connected with my own natal day which +went a long way towards "fixing" it.</p> + +<p>It was on a Monday evening that I visited this +modern Delphic oracle; and, strangely enough, as is +often the case, other events seemed to lead up to this +one. The very lesson on Sunday evening was full of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +astrology. It was, I may mention, the story of +the handwriting on the wall and the triumph of +Daniel over the magicians. Then I took up my +Chaucer on Monday morning; and instead of the +"Canterbury Tales," opened it at the "Treatise on the +Astrolabe," which I had never read before, but devoured +then as greedily as no doubt did "Little +Lowis," to whom it is addressed. All this tended to +put me in a proper frame of mind for my visit to +Newington; so, after an early tea, we took my friend's +figure of his nativity with us, and went.</p> + +<p>Professor Smith, we found, lived in a cosy house +in the main road, the parlours whereof he devoted to +the purposes of a medical magnetist, which was his +calling, as inscribed upon the wire blinds of the +ground floor front. We were ushered at once into +the professor's presence by a woman who, I presume, +was his wife—a quiet respectable body with nothing +uncanny about her. The front parlour was comfortably +furnished and scrupulously clean, and the +celebrated Professor himself, a pleasant elderly gentleman, +was sitting over a manuscript which he read +by the light of a Queen's reading lamp. There was +not, on the one hand, any charlatan assumption in +his get-up, nor, on the other, was there that squalor +and neglect of the decencies of life which I have +heard sometimes attaches to the practitioners in +occult science. Clad in a light over-coat, with +spectacles on nose, and bending over his MS.,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +Professor Smith might have been a dissenting parson +en déshabille "getting off" his Sunday discourse, or a +village schoolmaster correcting the "themes" of his +pupils. He was neither; he was a nineteenth century +astrologer, calculating the probabilities of success +for a commercial scheme, the draft prospectus of +which was the document over which he pored. As +he rose to receive us I was almost disappointed to +find that he held no wand, wore no robe, and had no +volume of mystic lore by his side. The very cat that +emerged from underneath his table, and rubbed itself +against my legs was not of the orthodox sable hue, +but simple tabby and white.</p> + +<p>My friend opened the proceedings by producing +the figure of his nativity, and saying he had come to +ask a question in horary astrology relative to a certain +scheme about which he was anxious, such anxiety +constituting what he termed a "birth of the mind." +Of course this was Dutch to me, and I watched to +see whether the Professor would be taken off his +guard by finding he was in presence of one thoroughly +posted up in astral science. Not in the least; he +greeted him as a brother chip, and straightway the +two fell to discussing the figure. The Professor +worked a new one, which he found to differ in some +slight particulars from the one my friend had brought. +Each, however, had worked it by logarithms, and +there was much talk of "trines" and "squares" and +"houses," which I could not understand; but even<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span>tually +the coveted advice was given by the Professor +and accepted by my friend as devoutly as though it +had been a response of the Delphic oracle itself. The +business would succeed, but not without trouble, and +possibly litigation on my friend's part. He was to +make a call on a certain day and "push the matter" +a month afterwards; all of which he booked in a +business-like manner. This took a long time, for the +Professor was perpetually making pencil signs on the +figure he had constructed, and the two also discussed +Zadkiel, Raphael, and other astrologers they had +mutually known. Continual reference had to be +made to the "Nautical Almanack;" but by-and-by +my friend's innings was over and mine commenced. +I have said that I did not know the exact hour and +minute of my birth, and when, with appropriate +hesitation, I named the 1st of April as the eventful +day, the Professor looked at me for a moment with a +roguish twinkle of the eye as though to ascertain +that I was not poking fun at him. I assured him, +however, that such was the inauspicious era of my +nativity, and moreover that I was born so closely +on the confines of March 31—I do not feel it +necessary to specify the year—as to make it almost +dubious whether I could claim the honours of April-Fooldom. +This seemed enough for him—though he +warned me that the absence of the exact time might +lead to some vagueness in his communications—and +he proceeded forthwith to erect my figure; which, by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +the way, looked to me very much like making a +"figure" in Euclid; and I peered anxiously to see +whether mine bore any resemblance to the Pons +Asinorum!</p> + +<p>I feared I had led my philosopher astray altogether +when the first item of information he gave me was +that, at about the age of twenty-one, I had met with +some accident to my arm, a circumstance which I +could not recall to memory. Several years later I +broke my leg, but I did not tell him that. Going +further back, he informed me that about the age +of fourteen, if I happened to be apprenticed, or in +any way placed under authority, I kicked violently +over the traces, which was quite true, inasmuch as I +ran away from school twice at that precise age, so +that my astrologer scored one. At twenty-eight I +married (true), and at thirty-two things were particularly +prosperous with me—a fact which I was also +constrained to acknowledge correct. Then came a +dreadful mistake. If ever I had anything to do with +building or minerals, I should be very successful. I +never had to do with building save once in my life, +and then Mr. Briggs's loose tile was nothing to the +difficulties in which I became involved. Minerals I +had never dabbled in beyond the necessary consumption +of coals for domestic purposes. I had an uncle +who interested himself in my welfare some years +ago—this was correct—and something was going to +happen to my father's sister at Midsummer, 1876.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +This, of course, I cannot check; but I trust, for the +sake of my venerable relation, it may be nothing prejudicial. +I was also to suffer from a slight cold about +the period of my birthday in that same year, and was +especially to beware of damp feet. My eldest brother, +if I had one, he said, had probably died, which was +again correct; and if my wife caught cold she suffered +in her throat, which piece of information, if not very +startling, I am also constrained to confess is quite +true. Then followed a most delicate piece of information +which I blush as I commit to paper. I wished +to marry when I was twenty-one, but circumstances +prevented. Then it was that memories of a certain +golden-haired first love came back through the vista +of memory. I was then a Fellow of my College, impecunious +except as regarded my academical stipend, +so the young lady took advice and paired off with a +well-to-do cousin. Sic transit gloria mundi! We are +each of us stout, unromantic family people now; but +the reminiscence made me feel quite romantic for the +moment in that ground floor front in Newington +Causeway; and I was inclined to say, "A Daniel +come to judgment!" but I checked myself and remarked, +sotto voce, in the vernacular, "Right again, +Mr. Smith!"</p> + +<p>Before passing on to analyse me personally he remarked +that my wife's sister and myself were not on +the best of terms. I owned that words had passed +between us; and then he told me that in my cerebral<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> +development there was a satisfactory fusion of caution +and combativeness. I was not easily knocked over, +or, if so, had energy to get up again. This energy +was to tell in the future. This, I believe, is a very +usual feature of horoscopic revelation. Next year +was to be particularly prosperous. I should travel a +good deal—had travelled somewhat this year, and was +just now going to take a short journey; but I should +travel a great deal more next year. I own to asking +myself whether this could bear any reference to the +Pontigny Pilgrimage in which I shared this year, +and the possible pilgrimage to Rome next summer, +and also a projected journey to Scotland by the +Limited Mail next Tuesday evening! On the whole, +my astrologer had scored a good many points.</p> + +<p>The most marvellous revelation of all yet remains +to be made, however. When we rose to go we each +of us endeavoured to force a fee on Professor Smith, +but nothing would induce him to receive a farthing! +I had got all my revelations, my "golden" memories +of the past, my bright promises of the future free, +gratis, for nothing! It will be evident, then, why I +do not give this good wizard's address lest I inundate +him with gratuitous applicants, and why I therefore +veil his personality under the misleading title of Professor +Smith of Newington Causeway.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> + +<h3>A BARMAID SHOW.</h3> + + +<p>The present age, denounced by some ungenial +censors as the age of shams, may be described by more +kindly critics as emphatically an age of "shows." +Advancing from the time-honoured shows of Flora +and Pomona—if not always improving on the type—and +so on from the cattle show, suggestive of impending +Christmas fare, we have had horse shows, dog +shows, and bird shows. To these the genius of +Barnum added baby shows; and, if we are not misinformed, +a foreign firm, whose names have become +household words amongst us, originated, though not +exactly in its present form, the last kind of show +which has been acclimatized in England—an exhibition +of barmaids. We had two baby shows in one +year—one at Highbury Barn by Mr. Giovannelli, the +other at North Woolwich Gardens by Mr. Holland; +and it is to the talent of this latter gentleman in the +way of adaptation that we owe the exhibition of +young ladies "practising at the bar." From babies +to barmaids is indeed a leap, reversing the ordinary +process of going from the sublime to the ridiculous, +for while to all but appreciative mammas those infantile<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +specimens of humanity savour largely of the ridiculous, +there can be no question that the present generation +of <i>dames de comptoir</i> is a very sublime article indeed. +I do not say this in derision, nor am I among those who +decry the improvements introduced during the last +few years, both into refreshment bars themselves, and +notably into the class of ladies who preside over them. +The discriminating visitor will decidedly prefer to +receive his sandwich and glass of bitter at the hands of +a pretty barmaid rather than from an oleaginous pot-man +in his shirt-sleeves; and the sherry-cobbler acquires +a racier flavour from the arch looks of the Hebe +who dispenses it. If silly young men do dawdle +at the bar for the sake of the sirens inside, and occasionally, +as we have known to be the case, take unto +themselves these same sirens "for better or for worse," +we can only cite the opinion of well-informed authorities, +that very possibly the young gentlemen in +question might have gone farther and fared worse, and +that it is not always the young lady who has, in such +a case, the best of the bargain.</p> + +<p>So, then, the "Grand Barmaid Contest" opened; +and in spite of the very unmistakable appearance put +in by Jupiter Fluvius, a numerous assemblage gathered +in the North Woolwich Gardens to inaugurate a festival +which, whatever else we may think of it, is at all +events sui generis. Prizes to the value of 300<i>l.</i> were +to be presented to the successful candidates, varying +from a purse of twenty sovereigns and a gold watch<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +and chain, down to "a purse of two sovereigns," with +"various other prizes, consisting of jewellery, &c."</p> + +<p>Among the conditions it was required, that every +young lady should be over sixteen years of age; that she +should be dressed in <i>plain</i> but <i>good</i> articles of attire, +"in which a happy blending of colours without prominent +display is most suitable;" and it was moreover +stipulated that each "young lady" should "ingratiate +herself with the public in the most affable manner at +her command, without undue forwardness or frivolity, +but still retaining a strict attention to business." No +young lady was permitted to take part in the contest +unless she had been in the refreshment business for +twelve months, and could produce good testimonials of +character.</p> + +<p>Upwards of 700 applications were made, out of +which Mr. Holland selected fifty. Whence the +large number of rejections "deponeth sayeth not." Of +these twenty-eight actually put in an appearance at +three <span class="smcap">p.m.</span> on the opening day and four were expected +to join in a day or two. Every visitor is provided +with a voting ticket, which he hands to the lady of +his admiration, and which counts towards the prize. +Each young lady also receives 5 per cent. on what +she sells at her bar. The places are awarded by lot; +and, by a freak of fortune, the two most attractive +demoiselles happened to come together. These were +Numbers One and Fourteen. The former young lady—who +desires to be known by her number only, true<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +genius being ever modest—was certain to stand +Number One in popular esteem; and, if chignons are +taken into account, she ought literally to "head" the +list by a very long way. The room was tastefully +decorated by Messrs. Defries, and an excellent band +enlivened the proceedings. As evening drew on the +meeting grew more hilarious, but there was not the +slightest impropriety of any kind, the faintest approach +thereto leading to immediate expulsion.</p> + +<p>Many persons may be disposed to ask, in respect of +such exhibitions, Cui bono? But at all events there +was nothing which the veriest Cato could denounce as +demoralizing. The "young ladies" were all most +modestly attired in "sober livery;" and certainly—though +comparisons are odious—not so pressing in +their attentions as we have seen some other young +ladies at Dramatic Fêtes, or even some dévouées at +charitable bazaars. If we may judge from the large +numbers that visited North Woolwich, "in spite of +wind and weather," Mr. Holland was likely to reap an +abundant harvest from this latest "idea," excogitated +from his fertile brain. As the babies have had their +"show," and the stronger sex is not likely to be equal +to the task of being exhibited just yet, there seems +only one section of society open to the speculations of +a skilful entrepreneur. Why does not some one, in a +more serious line than Mr. Holland, try what Sydney +Smith calls the "third sex," and open an exhibition +of curates, with a genuine competition for prizes?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +There could be no possible doubt as to the success of +such a display, and the instruction to be derived from +it would be equally beyond question. In the meantime +we have advanced one step towards such a consummation. +The adult human being has taken the +place of the baby; and people evidently like it. Where +will the rage for exhibitions stop? Who can say to +the advancing tide of shows, "Thus far shalt thou go, +and no farther?" Other classes of society will probably +have their turn, and may think themselves fortunate +if they show up as well as Mr. Holland's +"young ladies."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> + +<h3>A PRIVATE EXECUTION.</h3> + + +<p>I was quietly fiddling away one evening in the Civil +Service band at King's College, as was my custom +while my leisure was larger than at present, when +the gorgeous porter of the college entered with a +huge billet which he placed on my music-stand with +a face of awe. It was addressed to me, and in the +corner of it was written "Order for Execution." The +official waited to see how I bore it, and seemed rather +surprised that I went on with my fiddling, and +smilingly said, "All right." I knew it was an order +from the authorities of Horsemonger Lane Gaol admitting +me to the private execution of Margaret +Waters, the notorious baby-farmer.</p> + +<p>If anything is calculated to promote the views of +those who advocate the abolition of capital punishment, +it is the fact of a woman meeting her death at +the hands of the common hangman. There is something +abhorrent, especially to the mind of the +stronger sex, in the idea of a female suffering the +extreme penalty of the law. On the other hand, the +crime for which Margaret Waters suffered—which is +too much a cause célèbre to need recapitulation—is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +exactly the one that would exile her from the sympathy +of her own sex. Whilst therefore her case +left the broad question much in the same position as +before, we are not surprised to find that strenuous +efforts had been made to obtain a commutation of the +sentence. Mr. Gilpin, Mr. Samuel Morley, and Mr. +Baines had been conspicuous for their efforts in the +cause of mercy. All, however, had been to no purpose. +Margaret Waters was privately executed within the +walls of Horsemonger Lane Gaol at nine o'clock.</p> + +<p>It was a thankless errand that called one from one's +bed whilst the moon was still struggling with the +feeble dawn of an October morning, and through +streets already white with the incipient frost of approaching +winter, to see a fellow-creature—and that +a woman—thus hurried out of existence. On arriving +at the gloomy prison-house I saw a fringe of roughs +lounging about, anxious to catch a glimpse, if only +of the black flag that should apprize them of the +tragedy they were no longer privileged to witness. +Even these, however, did not muster in strong force +until the hour of execution drew near. On knocking +at the outer wicket, the orders of admission were +severely scrutinized, and none allowed to pass except +those borne by the representatives of the press, or +persons in some way officially connected with the +impending "event." There was an air of grim +"business" about all present, which showed plainly +that none were there from choice, nor any who would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +not feel relief when the fearful spectacle was over. +After assembling, first of all, in the porter's lodge, +we were conducted by the governor, Mr. Keene, to +the back of the prison, through courtyards and +kitchen gardens; and in a corner of one of the former +we came upon the ghastly instrument of death itself. +Here half-a-dozen warders only were scattered about, +and Mr. Calcraft was arranging his paraphernalia with +the air of a connoisseur. I remember—so strangely +does one's mind take in unimportant details at such +a crisis—being greatly struck with the fine leeks +which were growing in that particular corner of the +prison garden where the grim apparatus stood, and +we—some five-and-twenty at most, and all in the +way of "business"—stood, too, waiting for the event!</p> + +<p>Then ensued a quarter of an hour's pause, in that +cold morning air, when suddenly boomed out the +prison bell, that told us the last few minutes of the +convict's life had come. The pinioning took place +within the building; and on the stroke of nine, the +gloomy procession emerged, the prisoner walking +between the chaplain and Calcraft, with a firm step, +and even mounting the steep stair to the gallows +without needing assistance. She was attired in a +plaid dress with silk mantle, her head bare, and hair +neatly arranged.</p> + +<p>As this was my first experience in private hanging, +I do not mind confessing that I misdoubted my +powers of endurance. I put a small brandy-flask in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +my pocket, and stood close by a corner around which +I could retire if the sight nauseated me; but such is +the strange fascination attaching to exhibitions even +of this horrible kind, that I pushed forward with the +rest, and when the governor beckoned me on to a +"good place," I found myself standing in the front +rank with the rest of my confrères, and could not +help picturing what that row of upturned, unsympathizing, +pitiless faces must have looked like to the +culprit as contrasted with the more sympathetic +crowds that used to be present at a public execution.</p> + +<p>One of the daily papers in chronicling this event +went so far as to point a moral on the brutalizing +effect of such exhibitions from my momentary hesitation +and subsequent struggle forward into the front +rank. The convict's perfect sang froid had a good +deal to do with my own calmness, I expect.</p> + +<p>When the executioner had placed the rope round +her neck, and the cap on her head ready to be drawn +over the face, she uttered a long and fervent prayer, +expressed with great volubility and propriety of +diction, every word of which could be distinctly heard +by us as we circled the scaffold. She could not have +rounded her periods more gracefully or articulated +them more perfectly, if she had rehearsed her part +beforehand! Though most of the spectators were +more or less inured to scenes of horror, several were +visibly affected, one kneeling on the bare ground, and +another leaning, overcome with emotion, against the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +prison wall. At last she said to the chaplain, "Mr. +Jessopp, do you think I am saved?" A whispered +reply from the clergyman conveyed his answer to that +momentous question. All left the scaffold except the +convict. The bolt was withdrawn, and, almost without +a struggle, Margaret Waters ceased to exist. Nothing +could exceed the calmness and propriety of her demeanour, +and this, the chaplain informed us, had +been the case throughout since her condemnation. +She had been visited on one occasion by a Baptist +minister, to whose persuasion she belonged; but he +had, at her own request, forborne to repeat his visit. +The prisoner said he was evidently unused to cases +like hers, and his ministrations rather distracted than +comforted her. The chaplain of the gaol had been +unremitting in his attentions, and seemingly with +happy effect. Though she constantly persisted in +saying she was not a murderess in intent, she was yet +brought to see her past conduct in its true light; and +on the previous Saturday received the Holy Communion +in her cell with one of her brothers. Two of +them visited her, and expressed the strongest feelings +of attachment. In fact, the unhappy woman seemed +to have been deeply attached to and beloved by all +the members of her family. She had, since her condemnation, +eaten scarcely anything, having been kept +alive principally by stimulants. Although this, of +course, induced great bodily weakness, she did not +from the first exhibit any physical fear of death. On<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +the night before her execution—that peaceful moonlit +night—when so many thoughts must have turned to +this unhappy woman, she slept little, and rose early. +The chaplain had arranged to be with her at eight, but +she sent for him an hour earlier, and he continued +with her until the end. On Monday night she +penned a long statement addressed to Mr. Jessopp. +This was written with a firm hand on four sides of a +foolscap sheet, expressed with great perspicuity, and +signed with the convict's name. Whilst still repudiating +the idea of being a murderess in intent, she +pleaded guilty to great deceit, and to having obtained +money under false pretences. If she had not given +proper food, that, she contended, was an error of +judgment. It was hard, she thought, that she should +be held accountable for the child who died in the +workhouse. She dwelt much upon the difficulties +brought upon her by her dread of the money-lender—that +fungus growth of our so-called civilization, who +has brought so many criminals to the gallows, besides +ruining families every day in each year of grace! +That she had administered laudanum she denied. +The evidence as to the dirty condition of the children +she asserted to be false. She wished to avoid all +bitterness; but those who had so deposed had sworn +falsely. "I feel sure their consciences will condemn +them to-night," she wrote, "for having caused the +death of a fellow-creature." In the face of the evidence, +she felt the jury could not find any other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +verdict, or the judge pass any other sentence than +had been done. The case had been got up, she +argued, to expose a system which was wrong. +Parents wished to get rid of their ill-gotten offspring. +Their one thought was to hide their own shame. +"They," she concluded, "are the real sinners. If it +were not for their sin, <i>we</i> should not be sought after."</p> + +<p>There must surely be some whose consciences these +words will prick. However this woman deserved the +bitter penalty she has now paid, there is indeed a +tremendous truth in her assertion that she, and such +as she, are but the supply which answers their +demand.</p> + +<p>And so we filed away as the autumnal sun shone +down upon that gloomy spectacle, leaving her to the +"crowner's 'quest," and the dishonoured grave in the +prison precincts. Up to the previous night strong hopes +of a commutation of the sentence were entertained. +Her brothers had memorialized the Home Secretary, +and were only on the previous day informed that the +law must take its course. Let us hope that this +stern example will put a stop, not only to "baby-farming," +which, as the dead woman truly said, is +but a consequence of previous crime—but also to +those "pleasant vices" which are its antecedents and +encouragements.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2> + +<h3>BREAKING UP FOR THE HOLIDAYS.</h3> + + +<p>Unromantic as it sounds to say it, I know of few +things more disgusting than to revisit one's old school +after some twenty or thirty years. Let that dubious +decade still remain as to the number of years that +have elapsed since I left school. In fact, it matters +to nobody when I left it; I revisited it lately. I +went to see the boys break up, as I once broke up, +and I felt disgusted—not with the school, or the +breaking up, but with myself. I felt disgracefully old. +In fact, I went home, and began a poem with these +words:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My years, I feel, are getting on:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet, ere the trembling balance kicks, I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will imitate the dying swan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sing an ode threnodic—vixi.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>I never got any farther than that. By the way, I +shall have to mention eventually that the school was +King's College, in the Strand. I am not going to +unbosom beyond this, or to add anything in the way +of an autobiography; but the locale would have to +come out anon, and there is no possible reason for concealment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> + +<p>Well, I went to see them break up for the holidays, +and only got over my antediluvian feelings by seeing +one of the masters still on the staff who was there +when I was a boy. It was a comfort to think what a +Methuselah he must be; and yet, if he will excuse the +personality, he looked as rosy and smooth-faced as +when he used to stand me outside his door with my +coat-sleeves turned inside out. It was a way he had. +Well, the presence of that particular master made me +feel an Adonis forthwith.</p> + +<p>I will not go into the prizes. There were lots of +them, and they were very nice, and the boys looked +very happy, and their mammas legitimately proud. +What I want to speak of is the school speeches or recitations, +as they are termed. King's College School +speeches are, to my thinking, a model of what such +things ought to be.</p> + +<p>Some schools—I name no names—go in for mere +scholastic recitations which nobody understands, and +the boys hate. Others burst out in full-blown theatricals. +King's College acts on the motto, Medio +tutissimus ibis. It keeps the old scholastic recitations, +but gilds the pill by adding the accessory of costume. +I can quote Latin as well as Dr. Pangloss, and certain +lines were running in my mind all the time I was in +King's College Hall. They were</p> + +<p> +Pueris olim dant crustula blandi<br /> +Doctores, elementa velint ut discere prima.<br /> +</p> + +<p>First we had a bit of German in the shape of an ex<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span>tract +from Kotzebue's "Die Schlaue Wittwe," or +"Temperaments." I wish I had my programme, I +would compliment by name the lad who played the +charming young Frau. Suffice it to say the whole +thing went off sparkling like a firework. It was short, +and made you wish for more—a great virtue in +speeches and sermons. The dancing-master was +perfect. Then came a bit of Colman's "Heir at +Law." Dr. Pangloss—again I regret the absence of +the programme—was a creation, and—notwithstanding +the proximity of King's College to the Strand +Theatre—the youth wisely abstained from copying +even so excellent a model as Mr. Clarke. Of course, +the bits of Latinity came out with a genuine scholastic +ring. Then a bit of a Greek play, at which—mirabile +dictu!—everybody laughed, and with which +everybody was pleased. And why? Because the +adjuncts of costume and properties added to the +correct enunciation of the text, prevented even those, +who knew little Latin and less Greek, from being one +moment in the dark as to what was going on. The +passage was one from the "Birds" of Aristophanes; +and the fact of a treaty being concluded between the +Olympians and terrestrials, led to the introduction of +some interpolations as to the Washington Treaty, +which, when interpreted by the production of the +American flag and English Union Jack, brought down +thunders of applause. The final chorus was sung to +"Yankee Doodle," and accompanied by a fiddle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +The acting and accessories were perfect; and what +poor Robson used to term the "horgan" of Triballos, +was wonderful. That youth would be a nice young +man for a small tea party. It is to be hoped that, +like Bottom the weaver, he can modulate his voice, +and roar as gently as any sucking-dove.</p> + +<p>Most wonderful, however, of all the marvels—that +met me at my old school—was a scene from the +"Critic," played by the most Lilliputian boys. Puff—played +by Powell (I don't forget that name)—was simply +marvellous. And yet Powell, if he will forgive me for +saying so, was the merest whipper-snapper. Sir Christopher +Hatton could scarcely have emerged from the +nursery; and yet the idea of utter stolidity never found +a better exponent than that same homœopathic boy.</p> + +<p>Last of all came the conventional scene from +Molière's "L'Avare." Maître Jacques was good; +Harpagon more than good. I came away well satisfied, +only regretting I had not brought my eldest +boy to see it. My eldest boy! Egad, and I was just +such as he is now, when I used to creep like a snail +unwillingly to those scholastic shades. The spirit of +Pangloss came upon me again as I thought of all +I had seen that day,—there was nothing like it in +my day. King's College keeps pace with the times. +"Tempora mutantur!" I mentally exclaimed; and +added, not without a pleasant scepticism, as I gazed +once more on the pippin-faced master, "I wonder +whether—nos mutamur in illis?"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> + +<h3>PSYCHOLOGICAL LADIES.</h3> + + +<p>There is no doubt that the "Woman's Rights" +question is going ahead with gigantic strides, not +only in social and political, but also in intellectual +matters. Boys and girls—or rather we ought to say +young ladies and young gentlemen—are grouped together +on the class list of the Oxford Local Examination, +irrespective of sex. A glance at the daily +papers will show us that women are being lectured to +on all subjects down from physical sciences, through +English literature and art, to the construction of the +clavecin. We had fancied, however, that what are +technically termed "the Humanities," or, in University +diction, "Science"—meaning thereby ethics +and logic—were still our own. Now, we are undeceived. +We are reminded that woman can say, without +a solecism, "Homo sum," and may therefore +claim to embrace even the humanities among her +subjects of study. Henceforth the realm of woman is +not merely what may be called "pianofortecultural," +as was once the case. It has soared even above art, +literature, and science itself into what might at first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +sight appear the uncongenial spheres of dialectics and +metaphysics.</p> + +<p>Professor G. Croom Robertson recently commenced +a course of thirty lectures to ladies on Psychology +and Logic, at the Hall, 15, Lower Seymour Street, +Portman Square. Urged, it may be, rather by a +desire to see whether ladies would be attracted by +such a subject, and, if so, what psychological ladies +were like, than by any direct interest in the matters +themselves, I applied to the hon. secretary, inquiring +whether the inferior sex were admissible; and was +answered by a ticket admitting one's single male self +and a party of ladies à discrétion. The very entrance +to the hall—nay, the populous street itself—removed +my doubts as to whether ladies would be attracted by +the subjects; and on entering I discovered that the +audience consisted of several hundred ladies, and two +unfortunate—or shall it not rather be said privileged?—members +of the male sex. The ladies were +of all ages, evidently matrons as well as spinsters, +with really nothing at all approaching a "blue stocking" +element; but all evidently bent on business. +All were taking vigorous notes, and seemed to follow +the Professor's somewhat difficult Scotch diction at +least as well as our two selves, who appeared to +represent not only the male sex in general, but the +London press in particular.</p> + +<p>Professor Robertson commenced by a brief and +well-timed reference to the accomplished Hypatia,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +familiar to ladies from Kingsley's novel—in the days +when ladies used to read novels—and also the Royal +ladies whom Descartes and Leibnitz found apter +disciples than the savants. It was, however, he remarked, +an impertinence to suppose that any apology +was needed for introducing such subjects before ladies. +He plunged therefore at once in medias res, and +made his first lecture not a mere isolated or introductory +one, but the actual commencement of his +series. Unreasoned facts, he said, formed but a mere +fraction of our knowledge—even the simplest processes +resolving themselves into a chain of inference. +Truth is the result of logical reasoning; and not +only truth, but truth <i>for all</i>. The sciences deal with +special aspects of truth. These sciences may be +arranged in the order—1. Mathematics; 2. Physics; +3. Chemistry; 4. Biology—each gradually narrowing +its sphere; the one enclosed, so to say, in the other, +and each presupposing those above it. Logic was presupposed +in all. Each might be expressed by a word +ending in "logy," therefore logic might be termed +the "science of sciences." The sciences were special +applications of logic. Scientific men speak lightly of +logic, and say truth can be discovered without it. +This is true, but trivial. We may as well object to +physiology because we can digest without a knowledge +of it; or to arithmetic, because it is possible +to reckon without it. Scientific progress has been +great; but its course might have been strewn with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +fewer wrecks had its professors been more generally +logicians. But then logic presupposes something +else. We have to investigate the origin and growth +of knowledge—the laws under which knowledge comes +to be. Under one aspect this science—psychology—should +be placed highest up in the scale; but under +another it would rank later in point of development +than even biology itself, because it is not every being +that thinks. This twofold aspect is accounted for +by the peculiarity of its subject-matter—viz., mind.</p> + +<p>The sciences are comparatively modern. Mathematics +but some 3000 or 4000 years old; physics, +three centuries; chemistry, a thing of the last, biology +only of the present century. But men philosophized +before the sciences. The ancient Greeks had but one +science—mathematics. Now men know a little of +many sciences; but what we want is men to connect—to +knit together—the sciences; to have their knowledge +all of a piece. The knowledge of the ancient +Greek directed his actions, and entered far more into +his daily life than ours does. This, he observed, was +philosophy. This is what we want now; and this +is what is to be got from psychology. There is not +a single thing between heaven and earth that does +not admit of a mental expression; or, in other words, +possess a subjective aspect, and therefore come under +psychology.</p> + +<p>This, in briefest outline, is a sketch of the "strong +meat" offered to the psychological ladies. A single<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +branch of psychology—that, namely, of the intellect, +excluding that of feeling and action—is to occupy ten +lectures, the above being number one. The other +twenty will be devoted to logic.</p> + +<p>The next lecture was devoted to an examination of +the brain and nervous system, and their office in +mental processes. Alas, however, how different was +now the audience! Only some thirty ladies—scarcely +more than one-tenth of those who were present at +the opening lecture—have permanently entered for +the course. It is no disrespect to the ladies to hazard +the conjecture whether the subject be not a little +out of range for the present. We are moving ahead +rapidly, and many foolish ideas as to the intellectual +differences of the sexes are becoming obsolete. We +have literary and artistic ladies by thousands. Scientific +ladies, in the ordinary acceptation of the term, +are coming well to the front. Possibly we may have +to "wait a little longer" before we get, on anything +like a large scale, psychological or even logical ladies.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX.</h2> + +<h3>SECULARISM ON BUNYAN.</h3> + + +<p>It is very marvellous to observe the number of strange +and unexpected combinations that are continually occurring +in that moral kaleidoscope we call society. I +do not suppose that I am exceptional in coming +across these; nor do I use any particular industry in +seeking them out. They come to me; all I do is to +keep my eyes open, and note the impressions they +make on me. I was humbly pursuing my way one +Tuesday evening towards the abode of a phrenologist +with the honest intention of discovering my craniological +condition, when, in passing down Castle Street, +Oxford Market, I was made aware that Mr. G. J. +Holyoake was there and then to deliver himself on +the "Literary Genius of Bunyan." This was one of +the incongruous combinations I spoke of; and forthwith +I passed into the Co-operative Hall, resolving to +defer my visit to the phrenologist. There are some +facts of which it is better to remain contentedly +ignorant; and I have no doubt my own mental condition +belongs to that category.</p> + +<p>I found the Co-operative Hall a handsome and commodious +building; and a very fair audience had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> +gathered to listen to Mr. Holyoake, who is an elderly +thin-voiced man, and his delivery was much impeded +on the occasion in question by the circumstance of his +having a bad cold and cough. After a brief extempore +allusion to the fact of the Duke of Bedford +having erected a statue to Bunyan, which he regarded +as a sort of compensation for his Grace ceasing to +subscribe to the races, Mr. Holyoake proceeded to read +his treatise, which he had written on several slips of +paper—apparently backs of circulars—and laid one by +one on a chair as he finished them.</p> + +<p>The world, he said, is a big place; but people are +always forgetting what a variety of humanity it contains. +Two hundred years ago, the authorities of +Bedford made it very unpleasant for one John Bunyan, +because they thought they knew everything, and +could not imagine that a common street workman +might know more. The trade of a tinker seems an +unpromising preparation for a literary career. A +tinker in Bedford to-day would not find himself much +flattered by the attentions paid him, especially if he +happened to be an old gaol-bird as well. So much the +more creditable to Bunyan the ascendancy he gained. +If he mended pots as well as he made sentences he was +the best tinker that ever travelled.</p> + +<p>Bunyan had no worldly notions. His doctrine was +that men were not saved by any good they might do—a +doctrine that would ruin the morals of any commercial +establishment in a month! He declared him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span>self +the "chief of sinners;" but judged by his townsmen +he was a stout-hearted, stout-minded, scrupulous +man.</p> + +<p>He was not a pleasant man to know. He had an +unrelenting sincerity which often turned into severity. +Yet he had much tenderness. He had a soul like a +Red Indian's—all tomahawk and truth, until the +literary passion came and added humour to it. He +demands in his vigorous doggerel:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May I not write in such a style as this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In such a method, too, and yet not miss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My end, thy good? Why may it not be done?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Like all men of original genius, this stout-minded +pot-mender had unbounded confidence in himself. He +was under no delusion as to his own powers. No man +knew better what he was about. He could take the +measure of all the justices about him, and he knew it. +Every shallow-headed gentleman in Bedfordshire +towns and villages was made to wince under his picturesque +and satiric tongue. To clergymen, bishops, +lawyers, and judges he gave names which all his +neighbours knew. Mr. Pitiless, Mr. Hardheart, Mr. +Forget-good, Mr. No-truth, Mr. Haughty—thus he +named the disagreeable dignitaries of the town of +Mansoul.</p> + +<p>At first he was regarded by his "pastors and +masters" as a mere wilful, noisy, praying sectary. +Very soon they discovered that he was a fighting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +preacher. As tinker or Christian he always had his +sleeves turned up. When he had to try his own +cause he put in the jury-box Mr. True-Heart, Mr. +Upright, Mr. Hate-Bad, Mr. See-Truth, and other +amiable persons. His witnesses were Mr. Know-All, +Mr. Tell-True, Mr. Hate-Lies, Mr. Vouch-Truth, Mr. +Did-See. His Town Clerk was Mr. Do-Right, the +Recorder was Mr. Conscience, the gaoler was Mr. +True-Man, Lord Understanding was on the bench, +and the Judge bears the dainty name of the "Golden-headed +Prince."</p> + +<p>Bunyan's adversaries are always a bad set. They +live in Villain's Lane, in Blackmouth Street, or +Blasphemer's Row, or Drunkard's Alley, or Rascal's +Corner. They are the sons of one Beastly, whose +mother bore them in Flesh Square: they live at the +house of one Shameless, at the sign of the Reprobate, +next door to the Descent into the Pit, whose retainers +are Mr. Flatter, Mr. Impiety, Mr. False-Peace, Mr. +Covetousness, who are housed by one Mr. Simple, in +Folly's Yard.</p> + +<p>Bunyan had a perfect wealth of sectarian scurrility +at his command. His epithets are at times unquotable +and ferocious. When, however, his friends are +at the bar, the witnesses against them comprise the +choicest scoundrels of all time—Mr. Envy, Mr. Pick-thank, +and others, whose friends are Lord Carnal-Delight, +Lord Luxurious, Lord Lechery, Sir Having +Greedy, and similar villanous people of quality. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> +Judge's name is now Lord Hate-Good. The Jury +consist of Mr. No-Good, Mr. Malice, Mr. Love-Lust, +Mr. Live-Loose, Mr. Heady, Mr. Hate-Light, Mr. +Enmity, Mr. Liar, Mr. Cruelty, and Mr. Implacable, +with Mr. Blindman for Foreman.</p> + +<p>Never was such an infamous gang impanelled. +Rancour and rage and vindictiveness, and every +passion awakened in the breasts of the strong by +local insolence and legal injustice, is supplied by +Bunyan with epithets of immense retaliative force. +He is the greatest name-maker among authors. He +was a spiritual Comanche. He prayed like a savage. +He said himself, when describing the art of the religious +rhetorician—an art of which he was the +greatest master of his time:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You see the ways the fisherman doth take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To catch the fish; what engines doth he make!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold! how he engageth all his wits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet fish there be that neither hook nor line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They must be grop'd for, and be tickled too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Bunyan never tickled the sinner. It was not his +way. He carried a prong. He pricked the erring. +He published a pamphlet to suggest what ought to be +done to holy pedestrians, whose difficulties lay rearward. +He put detonating balls under their feet which +exploded as they stepped and alarmed them along. +He lined the celestial road with horrors. If they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +turned their heads they saw a fiend worse than Lot's +wife who was merely changed into a pillar of sweet +all-preserving salt. Bunyan's unfortunate converts +who looked back fell into a pit filled with fire, where +they howled and burnt for evermore.</p> + +<p>Ah! with what pleasure must the great Bedfordshire +artist have contemplated his masterly pages as +day by day he added to them the portrait of some +new scoundrel, or painted with dexterous and loving +hand the wholesome outlines of some honest man, or +devised some new phrase which like a new note or +new colour would delight singer or painter for generations +yet to come. He must have strode proudly +along his cell as he put his praise and his scorn into +imperishable similes.</p> + +<p>But Bunyan had never been great had he been +merely disagreeable. He had infinite wit in him. It +was his carnal genius that saved him. He wrote sixty +books, and two of them—the "Siege of the Town of +Mansoul" and the "Pilgrim's Progress"—exceed all +ever written for creative swiftness of imagination, +racy English speech, sentences of literary art, cunningness +in dialogue, satire, ridicule, and surpassing knowledge +of the picturesque ways of the obscure minds of +common men. In his pages men rise out of the +ground—they always come up on an open space so +that they can be seen. They talk naturally, so that +you know them at once; and they act without delay,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +so that you never forget them. They surprise you, +delight you, they interest you, they instruct you, and +disappear. They never linger, they never weary you. +Incidents new and strange arise at every step in his +story. The scene changes like the men and their adventures. +Now it is field or morass, plain or bypath, +bog or volcano, castle or cottage, sandy scorching +desert or cold river; the smoke of the bottomless pit +or bright, verdant, delectable mountains and enchanted +lands where there are no bishops, no gaols, and no +tinkers; where aboundeth grapes, calico, brides, eternal +conversation, and trumpets. The great magician's +genius forsakes him when he comes to the unknown +regions, and he knoweth no more than the rest of us. +But while his foot is on the earth he steps like a king +among writers. His Christian is no fool. He is +cunning of fence, suspicious, sagacious, witty, satirical, +abounding in invective, and broad, bold, delicious insolence. +Bye-Ends is a subtle, evasive knave drawn +with infinite skill.</p> + +<p>Had Bunyan merely preached the Gospel he had +no more been remembered than thousands of his day +who are gratefully forgotten—had he prayed to this +time he had won no statue; but his literary genius +lives when the preacher is very dead.</p> + +<p>He saw with such vividness that the very passions +and wayward moods of men stood apart and distinct +in his sight, and he gave names to them and endowed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> +them with their natural speech. He created new men +out of characteristics of mind, and sent them into the +world in shapes so defined and palpable that men +know them for evermore. It was the way of his age +for writers to give names to their adversaries. Bunyan +imitated this in his life of Mr. Badman. Others did +this, but Bunyan did it better than any man. His +invention was marvellous, and he had besides the +faculty of the dramatist.</p> + +<p>If any man wrote the adventures of a Co-operator, +he would have to tell of his meeting with Mr. Obstinate, +who will not listen to him, and wants to pull him +back. We all get the company of Mr. Pliable, who is +persuaded without being convinced, who at the first +splash into difficulty crawls out and turns back with +a cowardly adroitness. We have all encountered the +stupidity of Mr. Ignorance, which nothing can +enlighten. We know Mr. Turnaway, who comes +from the town of Apostacy, whose face we cannot +perfectly see. Others merely gave names, he drew +characters, he made the qualities of his men speak; +you knew them by their minds better than by their +dress. That is why succeeding ages have read the +"Pilgrim's Progress," because the same people who +met that extraordinary traveller are always turning +up in the way of every man who has a separate and a +high purpose, and is bent upon carrying it out. +Manners change, but humanity has still its old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> +ways. It is because Bunyan painted these that his +writing lasts like a picture by one of the old masters +who painted for all time.</p> + +<p>Such is an outline of the paper, which was interesting +from its associations, and only spoilt by the +cough. We had had Bunyan in pretty well every +shape possible during the last few weeks. Certainly +one of the most original is this which presents the +man of unbounded faith in the light of utter +scepticism.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI.</h2> + +<h3>AL FRESCO INFIDELITY.</h3> + + +<p>In a series of papers like the present it is necessary, +every now and then, to pause and apologize, either for +the nature of the work in general, or for certain particulars +in its execution calculated to shock good +people whose feelings one would wish to respect. +Having so long been engaged in the study of infidelity +in London, I may, perhaps, be permitted to speak with +something like authority in the matter; and I have +no hesitation in saying that I believe the policy of +shirking the subject is the most fatal and foolish one +that could be adopted. Not only does such a course +inspire people, especially young people, with the idea +that there is something very fascinating in infidelity—something +which, if allowed to meet their gaze, +would be sure to attract and convince them—than +which nothing is farther from the truth—not only so, +however, but many of the statements and most of the +arguments which sound plausibly enough on the glib +tongue of a popular speaker read very differently indeed, +when put down in cold-blooded letter-press, +and published in the pages of a book. I protest +strongly against making a mystery of London infi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span>delity. +It has spread and is spreading, I know, and +it is well the public should know; but I believe +there would be no such antidote to it as for people to +be fully made aware how and where it is spreading. +That is the rôle I have all along proposed to myself: +not to declaim against any man or any system, not to +depreciate or disguise the truth, but simply to +describe. I cannot imagine a more legitimate method +of doing my work.</p> + +<p>I suppose no one will regard it in any way as an indulgence +or a luxury on the part of a clergyman, who +be it remembered, is, during a portion of the Sunday, +engaged in ministering to Christian people, that he +should devote another portion of that day to hearing +Christ vilified, and having his own creed torn to +pieces. I myself feel that my own belief is not +shaken, but in a tenfold degree confirmed by all I +have heard and seen and written of infidelity; and +therefore I cannot concede the principle that to convey +my experiences to others is in any way dangerous. +Take away the halo of mystery that surrounds this +subject, and it would possess very slender attractions +indeed.</p> + +<p>It was, for instance, on what has always appeared +to me among the most affecting epochs of our +Christian year, the Fifth Sunday after Easter—Christ's +last Sunday upon earth—that, by one of those violent +antitheses, I went to Gibraltar Walk, Bethnal Green +Road, to hear Mr. Ramsey there demolish the very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> +system which, for many years, it has been my mission +to preach. I did not find, and I hope my congregation +did not find, that I faltered in my message +that evening. I even venture to think that Mr. +Ramsey's statements, which I shall repeat as faithfully +as possible, will scarcely seem as convincing here +as they did when he poured them forth so fluently to +the costermongers and navvies of the Bethnal Green +Road; and if this be true of Mr. Ramsey it is certainly +so of the smaller men; for he is a master in his +craft, and certainly a creditable antagonist for a +Christian to meet with the mild defensive weapons we +have elected to use.</p> + +<p>When the weather proves fine, as it ought to have +done in May, 1874, infidelity adjourns from its generally +slummy halls to the street corners, and to fields +which are often the reverse of green; thus adopting, +let me remark in passing, one of the oldest instrumentalities +of Christianity itself, one, too, in which +we shall do well to follow its example. Fas est ab +hoste doceri—I cannot repeat too often. Scorning +the attractions of the railway arches in the St. +Pancras Road, where I hope soon to be a listener, I +sped viâ the Metropolitan Railway and tram to Shoreditch +Church, not far from which, past the Columbia +Market and palatial Model Lodging Houses, is the +unpicturesque corner called Gibraltar Walk, debouching +from the main road, with a triangular scrap of +very scrubby ground, flanked by a low wall, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +young Bethnal Green is rapidly erasing from the face +of the earth. When I got here, I found an unclerical-looking +gentleman in a blue great-coat and sandy +moustache erecting his rostrum in the shape of a small +deal stool, from whence I could see he was preparing +to pour forth the floods of his rhetoric by diligent +study of some exceedingly greasy notes which he held +in his hand and perused at what I feel sure must +have been the windiest street corner procurable outside +the cave of Æolus. I fell back into the small but +very far from select crowd which had already begun +to gather, and an old man, who was unmistakably a +cobbler, having ascertained that I had come to hear +the lecture, told me he had "listened to a good many +of 'em, but did not feel much for'arder." Undismayed +by this intelligence I still elected to tarry, despite the +cruel nor'-easter that was whistling round the corner +of the Bethnal Green Road. In a few minutes I +perceived a slight excitement in the small gathering +due to the fact that the Christians had put in an appearance, +so that there would be some opposition. +Mr. Harrington, a young man whom I had heard once +speak fluently enough on the theistic side at an infidel +meeting, was unpacking his rostrum, which was +a patent folding one, made of deal, like that of his +adversary, but neatly folded along with a large Bible, +inside a green baize case. Both gentlemen commenced +proceedings at the same time; and as they +had pitched their stools very close to one another, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +result was very much like that of two grinding organs +in the same street. Of the two, Mr. Harrington's voice +was louder than Mr. Ramsey's. The latter gentleman +had a sore throat, and had to be kept lubricated by +means of a jug of water, which a brother heretic held +ready at his elbow. Mr. Harrington was in prime condition, +but his congregation was smaller than ours; +for I kept at first—I was going to say religiously, I +suppose I ought to say <i>ir</i>-religiously—to the infidels.</p> + +<p>Mr. Ramsey, who had a rooted aversion to the +letter "h," except where a smooth breathing is usual, +began by saying that Christianity differed from other +religions in the fact of its having an eternal 'Ell. +The Mahometans had their beautiful ladies; the +North American Indian looked for his 'Appy 'Unting +Grounds; but 'Ell was a speciality of the Christian +system. On the other side was the fact that you +continually had salvation inundated upon you. Tracts +were put into your hand, asking—"What must I do +to be saved?" We had to pay for this salvation about +11,000,000<i>l.</i> a year to the Church of England, and +something like an equal amount to the Dissenters. +In fact every tub-thumper went about preaching and +ruining servant girls, and for this we paid over +twenty millions a year—more than the interest on the +whole National Debt. After this elegant exordium, Mr. +Ramsey said he proposed to divide his remarks under +four heads. 1. Is Salvation necessary? 2. What are +we to be saved from? 3. What for? 4. How?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> + +<p>1. According to the Christian theory, God, after an +eternity of "doin' nothin'," created the world. He +made Adam sin by making sin for him to commit; +and then damned him for doing what He knew he +would do. He predestined you—the audience—to be +damned because of Adam's sin; but after a time God +"got sick and tired of damning people," and sent His +Son to redeem mankind.</p> + +<p>This flower of rhetoric tickled Bethnal Green immensely; +but Mr. Harrington was equal to the +occasion, and thundered out his orthodoxy so successfully +that Mr. Ramsey took a longer drink than usual, +and complained that he was not having "a free platform"—it +was so he dignified the rickety stool on +which he was perched. He then meandered into a +long dissection of Genesis i., appearing to feel particularly +aggrieved by the fact of the moon being said to +"rule the night," though I could not see how this +was relevant to the Christian scheme of salvation; +and a superb policeman, who had listened for a +moment to Mr. Ramsey's astronomical lucubrations, +evidently shared my feelings and passed on superciliously. +I devoutly wished my duty had permitted +me to do the same.</p> + +<p>The speaker then went into a long dissertation on +the primal sin; the gist of which was that though +the woman had never been warned not to eat of the +Forbidden Fruit, she had to bear the brunt of the +punishment. Then—though one is almost ashamed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +to chronicle such a triviality—he waxed very wroth +because the serpent was spoken of as being cursed +above all "cattle." Who ever heard of snakes being +called cattle? He was condemned to go on his belly. +How did he go before? Did he go on his back or +"'op" along on the tip of his tail? These pleasantries +drew all Mr. Harrington's audience away except +a few little dirty boys on the wall. Mr. Ramsey +clearly knew his audience, and "acted to the gallery."</p> + +<p>2. But what were we to be saved from? Eternal +'Ell-fire. This 'Ell-fire was favourite sauce for sermons, +and served to keep people awake. Where was +'Ell? It was said to be a bottomless pit; if so, he +should be all right, because he could get out at the +other end! Then, again, 'Ell was said to be a very +'ot place. When the missionaries told the Greenlanders +that, everybody wanted to go to 'Ell; so they +had to change their tune and say it was very cold. +Mr. Ramsey omitted to mention his authority for this +statement.</p> + +<p>Into his pleasantries on the monotony of life in +'Eaven, I do not feel inclined to follow this gentleman. +The Atonement, he went on to remark, if +necessary at all, came 4000 years too late. It should +have been—so we were to believe on his ipse dixit—contemporaneous +with the Fall. This atonement we +were to avail ourselves of by means of faith. Idiots +could not have faith, but were allowed to be saved. +Consequently, argued Mr. Ramsey, in conclusion, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> +best thing for all of us would have been to have been +born idiots, and, consistently enough, Christianity +tried to turn us all into idiots.</p> + +<p>Such were some of the statements. I refrain from +quoting the most offensive, which were deliberately +put forward at this al fresco infidels' meeting; and +with what result? Though a vast population kept +moving to and fro along that great highway there +were never, I am sure, more than a hundred people +gathered at the shrine of Mr. Ramsey. They laughed +at his profanities, yes; but directly he dropped these, +and grew argumentative, they talked, and had to be +vigorously reduced to order. Gallio-like they cared +for none of these things, and I am quite sure a good +staff of working clergy, men like Mr. Body or Mr. +Steele of St. Thomas's, who could talk to the people, +would annihilate Mr. Ramsey's prestige. As for Mr. +Harrington, he meant well, and had splendid lung-power, +but his theology was too sectarian to suit a +mixed body of listeners embracing all shades of +thought and no-thought.</p> + +<p>Supposing Mr. Ramsey to have put forth all his +power that morning—and I have no reason to doubt +that he did so—I deliberately say that I should not +hesitate to take my own boy down to hear him, +because I feel that even his immature mind would be +able to realize how little there was to be said against +Christianity, if that were all.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2> + +<h3>AN "INDESCRIBABLE PHENOMENON."</h3> + + +<p>When the bulk of the London Press elects to gush +over anything or anybody, there are at all events, +primâ facie grounds for believing that there is something +to justify such a consensus. When, moreover, +the object of such gush is a young lady claiming to +be a spirit-medium, the unanimity is so unusual as +certainly to make the matter worth the most careful +inquiry, for hitherto the London Press has either +denounced spiritualism altogether, or gushed singly +over individual mediums, presumably according to +the several proclivities of the correspondents. Of +Miss Annie Eva Fay, however—is not the very name +fairy-like and fascinating?—I read in one usually +sober-minded journal that "there is something not of +this earth about the young lady's powers." Another +averred that she was "a spirit medium of remarkable +and extraordinary power." Others, more cautious, +described the "mystery" as "bewildering," the +"entertainment" as "extraordinary and incomprehensible," +while yet another seemed to me to afford +an index to the cause of this gush by saying that +"Miss Fay is a pretty young lady of about twenty,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +with a delicate spirituelle face, and a profusion of +light hair, frizzled on the forehead."</p> + +<p>I made a point of attending Miss Annie Eva Fay's +opening performance at the Hanover Square Rooms, +and found all true enough as to the pretty face and +the frizzled hair. Of the "indescribable" nature of +the "phenomenon" (for by that title is Miss Fay +announced, à la Vincent Crummles) there may be two +opinions, according as we regard the young lady as a +kind of Delphic Priestess and Cumæan Sibyl rolled +into one, or simply a clever conjuror—conjuress, if +there be such a word.</p> + +<p>Let me, then, with that delightful inconsistency so +often brought to bear on the so-called or self-styled +"supernatural," first describe the "indescribable," +and then, in the language of the unspiritual Dr. +Lynn, tell how it is all done; for, of course, I found it +all out, like a great many others of the enlightened +and select audience which gathered at Miss Annie +Eva Fay's first drawing-room reception in the Queen's +Concert Rooms.</p> + +<p>Arriving at the door half an hour too early, as I +had misread the time of commencement, I found at +the portal Mr. Burns, of the Progressive Library, and +a gentleman with a diamond brooch in his shirt-front, +whom I guessed at once, from that adornment, to be +the proprietor of the indescribable phenomenon, and +I was, in fact, immediately introduced to him as +Colonel Fay.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> + +<p>Passing in due course within the cavernous room +which might have suited well a Cumæan Sibyl on a +small scale, I found the platform occupied by a tiny +cabinet, unlike that of the Davenports in that +it was open in front, with a green curtain, which I +could see was destined to be let down during the +performance of the phenomenal manifestations. There +was a camp-stool inside the cabinet; a number of +cane-bottomed chairs on the platform, and also the +various properties of a spirit séance, familiar to me +from long experience, guitar, fiddle, handbells, tambourine, +&c. One adjunct alone was new; and that +was a green stable bucket, destined, I could not +doubt, to figure in what my Rimmel-scented programme +promised as the climax of Part I.—the +"Great Pail Sensation." Presently Colonel Fay, in a +brief speech, nasal but fluent, introduced the subject, +and asked two gentlemen to act as a Committee of +Inspection. Two stepped forward immediately—indeed +too immediately, as the result proved; one a +"citizen of this city," as Colonel Fay had requested; +but the other a Hindoo young gentleman, who, I +believe, lost the confidence of the audience at once +from his foreign face and Oriental garb. However, +they were first to the front, and so were elected, and +proceeded at once to "examine" the cabinet in that +obviously helpless and imperfect way common to +novices who work with the gaze of an audience upon +them. Then, from a side door, stage left, enter the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +Indescribable Phenomenon. A pretty young lady, +yes, and with light frizzled hair to any extent. There +was perhaps "a spirit look within her eyes;" but then +I have often found this to be the case with young +ladies of twenty. Her dress of light silk was beyond +reproach. I had seen Florence Cook and Miss +Showers lately; and,—well, I thought those two, +with the assistance of Miss Annie Eva Fay, would +have made a very pretty model for a statuette of the +Three Graces.</p> + +<p>Miss Fay, after being described by the Colonel +vaguely enough as "of the United States," was bound +on both wrists with strips of calico; the knots were +sewn by the European gentleman—as distinguished +from the Asiatic youth. He was not quite au fait +at the needle, but got through it in time. Miss Fay +was then placed on the camp-stool, her wrists fastened +behind her, and her neck also secured to a ring screwed +into the back of the cabinet. A rope was tied round +her ankles, and passed right to the front of the stage, +where the Hindoo youth was located and bidden hold +it taut, which he did conscientiously, his attitude +being what Colman describes "like some fat gentleman +who bobbed for eels."</p> + +<p>First of all, another strip of calico was placed loosely +round Miss Fay's neck; the curtain descended. Hey, +presto! it was up again, sooner than it takes to write, +and this strip was knotted doubly and trebly round +her neck. A tambourine hoop was put in her lap,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +and this, in like manner, was found encircling her +neck, as far as the effervescent hair would allow it.</p> + +<p>The audience at this point grew a little fidgety; +and though they did not say anything against the +Oriental young gentleman, the 'cute American colonel +understood it, adding two others from the audience +to the committee on the stage, and leaving the young +gentleman to "bob" down below as if to keep him +out of mischief.</p> + +<p>The other "manifestations" were really only different +in detail from the first. The guitar was placed +on the lap, the curtain fell and it played; so did the +fiddle—out of tune, as usual—and also a little glass +harmonicon with actually a soupçon of melody. A +mouth-organ tootle-tooed, and what Colonel Fay described +as a "shingle nail" was driven with a hammer +into a piece of wood. A third of a tumbler of water +laid on the lap of the Indescribable Phenomenon was +drunk, and the great Pail Sensation consisted in the +bucket being put on her lap and then discovered slung +by the handle around her neck. The last "manifestation" +is the one to which I would draw attention; +for it was by this I discovered how it was all done. +A knife was put on Miss Fay's lap; the curtain +lowered, the knife pitched on to the platform, and +behold the Indescribable Phenomenon stepped from +the cabinet with the ligature that had bound her +wrists and neck severed.</p> + +<p>Now, all through this portion of the entertainment<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +the audience, instead of sitting quiet, amused themselves +with proposing idiotic tests, or suggesting +audibly how it was all done. One man behind me +pertinaciously clung to the theory of a concealed boy, +and trotted him to the front after every phase of the +exhibition. He must have been infinitesimally small; +but that did not matter. It was "that boy again" +after every trick. One manifestation consisted in +putting a piece of paper and pair of scissors on Miss +Fay's lap, and having several "tender little infants" +cut out, as the Colonel phrased it.</p> + +<p>Hereupon sprang up a 'cute individual in the room, +and produced a sheet of paper he had marked. +Would Miss Fay cut out a tender little infant from +that? Miss Fay consented, and of course did it, the +'cute individual retiring into private life for the rest +of the evening. Another wanted Miss Fay's mouth +to be bound with a handkerchief, and there was no +objection raised, until the common-sense and humanity +of the audience protested against such a needless +cruelty on a broiling night and in that Cumæan cave. +An excited gentleman in front of me, too, whose +mission I fancy was simply to protest against the +spiritual character of the phenomena (which was never +asserted) would interrupt us all from time to time by +declaring his intense satisfaction with it all. It was +a splendid trick. We tried to convince him that his +individual satisfaction was irrelevant to us, but it +was, as Wordsworth says, "Throwing words away."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> +It was a beautiful trick; and he was satisfied, quite +satisfied.</p> + +<p>The Dark Séance, which formed the second part of +the performance, was a dreadful mistake. It was not +only unsatisfactory in result, but—and no doubt this +was the reason—it was so mismanaged as to threaten +more than once to eventuate in a riot. Twelve or +fourteen persons were to form a committee representing +the audience, and to sit in a circle, with the +Indescribable Phenomenon in their centre, while we +remained below in Egyptian darkness and received +their report. Of course we all felt that we—if not +on the committee—might just as well be sitting at +home or in the next parish as in the cave of Cumæ. +The method of electing the committee was briefly +stated by Colonel Fay to be "first come first served," +and the consequence was a rush of some fifty excited +people on to the platform, with earnest requests on +the part of the proprietary to be "still." There was +no more stillness for the rest of the evening. The +fifty were pruned down to about fifteen of the most +pertinacious, who would not move at any price; in +fact, the others only descended on being promised +that the dark sitting should be divided into two, +and another committee appointed. The Indescribable +Phenomenon took her seat on the camp-stool in the +centre, where she was to remain clapping her hands, +to show she was not producing the manifestations. +The gas was put out and darkness prevailed—dark<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span>ness, +but not silence. The disappointed and rejected +committee men—and women—first began to grumble +in the freedom which the darkness secured. The +committee was a packed one. They were Spiritualists. +This was vigorously denied by somebody, who said +he saw a Press man in the circle, and therefore (such +was his logic) he could not be a Spiritualist. All this +time the Indescribable Phenomenon was clapping her +hands, and now some of the more restless of the +audience clapped theirs in concert. The guitar and +fiddle began to thump and twang, and the bells to +ring, and then again the more refractory lunatics +amongst us began to beat accompaniment on our hats. +The whole affair was worthy of Bedlam or Hanwell, +or, let us add, an Indescribable Phenomenon.</p> + +<p>The committee was changed with another rush, and +those who were finally exiled from the hope of sitting +took it out in the subsequent darkness by advising +us to "beware of our pockets." When Colonel Fay +asked for quietude he was rudely requested "not to +talk through his nose." It was not to be wondered +at that the séance was very brief, and the meeting +adjourned.</p> + +<p>Now to describe the indescribable. If it be a spiritual +manifestation, of course there is an end of the +matter; but if a mere conjuring trick, I would call +attention to the following facts. The fastening of +Miss Fay's neck to the back of the cabinet at first is +utterly gratuitous. It offers no additional difficulty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> +to any manifestations, and appears only intended to +prevent the scrutineers seeing behind her. A very +simple exercise of sleight of hand would enable the +gallant Colonel to cut the one ligature that binds the +two wrists, when, for instance, he goes into the +cabinet with scissors to trim off the ends of the piece +of calico in the opening trick. The hands being once +free all else is easy. The hands are <i>never once seen</i> +during the performance. The committee can feel +them, and feel the knots at the wrists; but they cannot +discover whether the ligature connecting the wrists +is entire.</p> + +<p>The last trick, be it recollected, consists in the +ligature being cut and Miss Fay's coming free to the +front. If my theory is incorrect—and no doubt it +<i>is</i> ruinously wrong—will she consent to <i>omit the last +trick</i> and come to the front with wrists bound as she +entered the cabinet? Of course, if I had suggested +it, she would have done it as easily as she cut out the +tender infants for the 'cute gentleman behind me; so, +to adopt the language of Miss Fay's fellow-citizen, I +"bit in my breath and swallered it down." I adopted +the course Mr. Maskelyne told me he did with the +Davenports, sat with my eyes open and my mouth +shut. It is marvellous to see how excited we phlegmatic +islanders grow when either spirits are brought +to the front, or we think we have found out a conjuring +trick. I am not going to follow the example +of my gushing brethren, but I can safely say that if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +anybody has an afternoon or evening to spare, he +may do worse than go to the Crystal Palace or the +Hanover Square Rooms, to see a very pretty and +indescribable phenomenon, and to return as I did, a +wiser, though perhaps a sadder man, in the proud +consciousness of having "found out how it is all +done."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> + +<h3>A LADY MESMERIST.</h3> + + +<p>When a man's whole existence has resolved itself into +hunting up strange people and poking his nose into +queer nooks and corners, he has a sorry time of it in +London during August; for, as a rule, all the funny +folks have gone out of town, and the queer nooks and +corners are howling wildernesses. There is always, of +course, a sort of borderland, if he can only find it out, +some peculiar people who never go out of town, some +strange localities which are still haunted by them; +only he has to find them out—people and places—for +it is so universally allowed now-a-days that all +genteel people must be out of London in August, and +all respectable places must be covered up in old newspapers, +that it is difficult to get them to own the soft +impeachment.</p> + +<p>However, there is one queer place that is never shut +up, the Progressive Library in Southampton Row; +and Mr. Burns and the Spiritualists, as a rule, do not +shut up shop even in August. Their Summerland +lies elsewhere than Margate or the Moors; and a +valse with a pirouetting table or a little gentle levitation +or elongation delights them more than all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> +revels of the countryside. I was getting a little blasé, +I own, on the subject of Spiritualism after my protracted +experiences during the Conference, and I do not +think I should have turned my steps in the direction +of the Progressive Institution that week had not the +following announcement caught my eye as I scanned +the ghostly pages of the <i>Medium and Daybreak</i>:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class='center'>"<span class="smcap"><b>a mesmeric séance.</b></span></p> + +<p>"We have been authorized to announce that Miss +Chandos, whose advertisement appears in another part +of this paper, will give a mesmeric séance at the +Spiritual Institution, 15, Southampton Row, on Wednesday +evening, August 19th, at eight o'clock. Admission +will be free by ticket, which may be obtained +at the Institution. The object which Miss Chandos +has in view is to interest a few truth-seekers who +could aid her in promoting a knowledge of psychological +phenomena. As a crowded meeting is not +desired, an early application should be made for +tickets."</p></div> + +<p>I do not know that I said "Eureka!" Indeed I +have considerable historic doubts as to whether anybody +ever did, but I felt it. I was a truth-seeker +forthwith. I resolved to sit at the feet of Miss +Chandos, and, should her mesmeric efforts prove satisfactory, +"aid her in promoting a knowledge of +psychological phenomena." I did not go through +the prescribed process of getting a ticket beforehand,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +because I thought in my innocence that everybody +would be out of town, or that the Hall of the Progressive +Institute would certainly accommodate those +who remained. Never was a more fatal mistake. +The psychological folks were all in London, and the +capacities of the Progressive Library are not palatial. +Miss Chandos had a crowded meeting whether she +desired it or not. Genius will not be concealed; and +Miss Chandos was learning that lesson in a very satisfactory +way. It was a sultry evening when a small +boy opened the back door of the little first floor +apartment in Southampton Row, and squeezed me in +like the thirteenth in an omnibus, and I found myself +walking on people's toes, and sitting down on their +hats in the most reckless manner. At length, however, +I struggled to a vacant corner, and deposited +myself perspiring and expectant.</p> + +<p>Mr. Burns was "orating" on the revival mesmerism +was destined to make, and telling us how, +like the Plumstead Peculiars, we should be able to +do without doctors as soon as the healing powers of +animal magnetism were properly recognised and +diffused. I did not listen very carefully, I fear, for +I was nervously looking about for Miss Chandos. +Nervously, I say, because lady mediums and mesmerizers +are so apt to run to eighteen stone, or be old +and frumpish, that I had terrible fears lest I should +be scared when I met Miss Chandos in the flesh. I +was very agreeably surprised, however, for when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> +Mr. Burns resumed—not his chair but his table, since +he sat on that article of furniture, a very pretty +young lady indeed, of not more than eighteen or +twenty years of age, took his place, and, in a few +well-chosen words, said this was her first appearance +as a public mesmerist, and claimed indulgence should +any failure in the phenomena result. She also drew +attention to the fact that the apartment was "pernicious +snug" (she put it, of course, in more scientific +language), and straightway proceeded to business.</p> + +<p>When Miss Chandos invited patients to put themselves +in her hands I thought the room had risen en +masse. Everybody wanted to be mesmerized. I had +no chance in my retired position; but she soon got a +front row of likely people, and I sat down once more +disappointed and exuding.</p> + +<p>She was a tall active young lady was Miss Chandos, +and had a mystic crop of long black curls, which +waved about like the locks of a sibyl when she made +a lunge at an innocent looking young man who sat +No. 1—and whom, with the other patients, I shall +designate thus numerically. He seemed to like it +immensely, and smiled a fatuous smile as those taper +fingers lighted on his head, while the other hand +rested on the frontal portion of his face, as though +Miss Chandos were going to pull his nose. He was +off in a moment, and sat facing the audience in his +magnetic trance, looking like a figure at a waxwork +show. Miss Chandos then passed on to a gentleman,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> +No. 2, who never succumbed during the entire evening, +though she made several onslaughts upon him. +Consequently I dismiss No. 2 as incorrigible forthwith. +No. 3 was a lady who only gave way after a +lengthened attack, and did not seem to appreciate +the effect of Miss Chandos' lustrous eyes so much as +No. 1 did. He gave signs of "coming to," but +Miss Chandos kept looking round at him and No. 2, +while she was attending to No. 3, and directly she +did this No. 1 closed his eyes, and slept the sleep of +innocence again.</p> + +<p>Having reduced No. 3 to a comatose condition Miss +Chandos reverted to No. 1, and by attractive passes +got him on his legs and made him follow her up and +down the limited space at her disposal. She looked +then like a pretty Vivien manipulating a youthful +Merlin; and I was not at all surprised at the effect of +her "woven paces and her waving hands." She asked +him his name, and he told her. It was W——. +"No," she said, "it's Jones. Mary Jones. What's +your name?" But the youth was not quite so far +gone as to rebaptize himself with a female cognomen +just yet. He stuck to his W., and Miss Chandos put +him into his waxwork position again, and got No. 3 +on her legs at last, but did nothing more with her +than make her walk up and down. Presently No. 3 +woke up, and was put to air at the window.</p> + +<p>No. 4 was now selected, in the person of a big +burly man; and I could not help thinking, as she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +manipulated him, what a capital pose it would have +been for Hercules and Omphale. He seemed to like +it exceedingly, and I thought was dropping comfortably +off when he whispered something to his operator +(I have no notion what the feminine of that +word is), who fixed her brilliant eyes on somebody +near me—I feared it was actually on me—and said, +"Somebody at the back of the room is exercising control. +I shall be glad if they will refrain." I was +quite innocent of exercising conscious control, and did +not quite know what the phrase meant. I certainly +had once or twice thought it must be much pleasanter +to be operated upon by so pretty a young lady than +by some bull-necked male mesmerist or aged spinster +above-mentioned, but I could scarcely believe that such +a mild sentiment could affect that colossal man. +However, I recollected the delicacy of these psychological +relations, and sat down conscience-stricken and +warmer than ever.</p> + +<p>Miss Chandos selected No. 5 in the person of a +young man with a nascent moustache, who had successfully +struggled into the front row at the outset. +He promised well at first; but, like other young men +with incipient moustaches, disappointed us afterwards. +Then came No. 6 upon the scene.</p> + +<p>No. 6 was a lady who came late, and at once pushed +to the front with the air of a person who was not +doing so for the first time. She went off in a moment—far +too suddenly, in fact, and then did everything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +she was told in a very obedient way. Being told that +she was in a beautiful garden, she stooped down on +the floral carpet and proceeded to gather materials for +a bouquet. I confess I did not care about No. 6, and +was proceeding to read Professor Tyndall's Belfast +Address, which I had in my pocket, when Miss +Chandos looked up No. 1 again.</p> + +<p>Reduced to a proper frame of mind, either by Miss +Chandos' continued attentions or the contagion of +No. 6's docility, the youth was now all submission. +He walked up and down any number of times like a +tame animal at the Zoological Gardens, and now quite +agreed that his name was Mary Jones. He sang +"Tom Bowling" at command, and No. 6, not to be +outdone, warbled a ditty called, I think, "The Slave +Girl's Love," the refrain of which, according to her +version, was, "I cannot love, because I <i>ham</i> a slave." +She broke down in the middle of this aspiring ditty, +and then personated a Jew old clo' man, a woman +selling "ornaments for your firestoves," and various +other characters, all of which she overacted considerably. +I may be wrong, of course, but I fancied the +fair lecturess was as dissatisfied with No. 6 as I was. +The audience was an indulgent one, and thought it +splendid. Mr. Burns sat on the table and yawned. I +relapsed into Tyndall, and wondered what he would +have said about it all; or, at least, I did not wonder, +for I knew he would have consigned us all to the +nearest lunatic asylum as exceptions to the rule that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> +the European has so many more cubic inches of cerebral +development than the Papuan.</p> + +<p>When it was drawing near ten, Miss Chandos +brought the proceedings to a close by animating—like +Pygmalion—her waxwork statues. She apologized +once more, in a few well-chosen sentences, for +what she was pleased to call her "failure," but the +audience would not hear of the term, and applauded +to the echo, only there was no room for an echo in +the Progressive Institute. The young man, No. 1, +who I found was a spirit medium, wound up by an +address from his Indian guide on the subject of +"control."</p> + +<p>I confess I failed to gather from the perambulating +youth and maidens No. 1 and 3, or the impersonations +of No. 6, any signs of the revival alluded to by Mr. +Burns at the outset; and there was not the remotest +connexion with the healing art. In fact, nobody +seemed suffering from anything except heat.</p> + +<p>Miss Chandos said to me, however, in a sensible +conversation with which she favoured me in private, +that all she had attempted to show was but the +lowest manifestation of a power which had far +higher ends in view. She doubted almost whether +it was not something like sacrilege to use such a +power for playing tricks and gratifying curiosity.</p> + +<p>She was thoroughly in earnest; and laboured +both physically during the evening and logically +in her after-discourse, with an energy which some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> +persons would have said was worthy of a better +cause.</p> + +<p>It was nearly eleven when I left the miniature hall +of the Progressive Institute, and as I passed along +the streets, digesting what I had seen and heard +during the evening, I took myself to task severely—as +it is always well to do, if only to prevent somebody +else doing it for me—and asked whether, if the +lecturess had not been a lecturess but a lecturer—if +being a lecturess she weighed eighteen stone, or was +old and wizen, or dropped her h's—whether I should +have stayed three mortal hours in that stuffy room, +and I frankly own I came to the conclusion I should +<i>not</i>.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2> + +<h3>A PSYCHOPATHIC INSTITUTION.</h3> + + +<p>Reading my <i>Figaro</i> the other day—as I hope I need +not state it is my custom devoutly to do—I came +upon the following passage in the review of a book +called "Psychopathy; or, the True Healing Art. +By Joseph Ashman. London: Burns, Southampton +Row. We have not the pleasure of being personally +acquainted with Joseph Ashman, and we fear that +the loss is ours. Judging him through the medium +of his book, he must, indeed, be a rara avis.... +The one great thing," it went on to say, "that +Joseph Ashman wants the world to know is, that he +cures disease by very simple means. And all that +the world wants to know from Joseph Ashman is, +Are these cures real—are his statements facts? Why, +then, does not Joseph content himself with his facts? +He has plenty of them. Here is one:—'Seeing one +day a cabman with a swollen face standing by a police-court +ready to prosecute a man who had assaulted +him, I asked if, on condition I healed him, he would +forgive his adversary. He replied that he would, and +we accordingly got into his cab together. Bringing +out the magnetized carte, I told him to look at it,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +and at the same time made a few motions over the +swelling with my hand. I then left him feeling much +better, and returned in an hour's time, when I found +him taking a glass of beer with his antagonist, whom +he had forgiven.'"</p> + +<p>Now as the one pursuit and end of my present +existence is the discovery of raræ aves, I need not say +I at once took up the clue herein afforded, and went +in pursuit of Joseph Ashman. I found not only him +but his institution, for Mr. Ashman does not work +single-handed. It is in the Marylebone Road, almost +opposite the Yorkshire Stingo; and is most modest +and unpretending in its outward semblance, being +situated in one of those semi-rustic houses so indicative +of suburban London, down an overstocked garden, +into which you enter by means of a blistered iron +gate, painted violently green, and swinging heavily on +its hinges. Down a vista of decrepit dahlias one +sped to the portal, alongside which was a trio of +bell-handles, one above the other, showing that the +Psychopathic Institution did not occupy the whole +even of that modest domicile. I always approach +these manifold bells with considerable diffidence, +conscious that I must inevitably ring the wrong one; +so, on this occasion, I rang none at all, but knocked +a faint double knock on the knocker by way of compromise—very +faint, indeed, lest I should disturb any +patients who were being "psychopathized." While I +waited I had leisure to observe that hidden among<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +the dahlias, and thatched over as it were with a +superannuated costermonger's barrow, was a double +perambulator, which set me calculating the probabilities +of Mr. Ashman being a family man.</p> + +<p>The door was opened before I had settled the point +to my own mental satisfaction, by a short, cheery-looking +man, with long, straight flaxen hair flowing +down over the shoulders of his black frock-coat, a +beard a few shades lighter, and a merry twinkling +eye, which looked more sympathetic than psychopathic, +and I should think was calculated to do +patients good directly it lighted on them. He looked +as much as to ask whether I was psychopathically +wrong, when I informed him that I had not come as +a patient, but simply to inspect his institution if he +would permit me. The permission was at once +accorded. "We are hard at work," he said, as he +ushered me into the front parlour; "but come in and +see what we are about."</p> + +<p>A man who looked like a respectable artisan was +sitting at the table; and a second, in his shirt sleeves, +was astride of a chair in what appeared to be rather +an idiotic ride-a-cock-horse-to-Banbury-Cross fashion, +and Mr. Ashman was pinching him and prodding him +as butchers do fat animals at the Smithfield Show.</p> + +<p>"That there gentleman," said Mr. Ashman, in a +broad provincial dialect, "couldn't get astride that +chair when he come here half-an-hour ago. How d'ye +feel now, sir?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Feel as though I should like to race somebody +twenty rods for five pound a-side," answered the +patient, getting up and walking about the room as if +it were a new sensation. He had been brought, it +appeared, to Mr. Ashman by his friend, who was +sitting at the table, and who was an old psychopathic +patient. He assured me he had suffered from +rheumatism for twenty years, and was completely +disabled without his stick until he came into that +room half-an-hour since. He walked up and down +stickless and incessantly as the carnivora at the Zoo +all the time he was telling me.</p> + +<p>"Would you mind putting your ear to this man's +back, sir?" said Mr. Ashman to me. I did so; and +when he bent, his backbone seemed to go off with a +lot of little cracks like the fog-signals of a railway. +"That there old rusty hinge we mean to grease." +And away he went psychopathizing him again. When +he was done, Mr. Ashman explained to me learnedly, +and with copious illustrations from anatomical plates, +his theory of this disease, which was his favourite +one for treatment, because it yielded rapidly. Paralysis +and that class of disease are much slower. He had +succeeded in acute rheumatism, and also in calculus. +"I like fat men—fighting men to heal," he said. "I +leave the delicate ones to others." The sturdy little +psychopathist looked healthy enough to heal a sick +rhinoceros.</p> + +<p>While he was lecturing me his hands were not idle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +I should think they seldom were. He was pouring +salad oil from a flask on to flannel to give to the other +man who was sitting at the table, and had approached +convalescence from a chronic disease after one or two +visits, and who used this oiled flannel to keep up the +influence. Both the men seemed perfectly genuine; +and the rheumatic gentleman, when he left, pronounced +the effect of his psychopathizing miraculous. The fee +was five shillings. "I shan't charge you nothin' for +the flannel," he said to No. 2. I began to take quite +a fancy to Joseph Ashman, and thanked <i>Figaro</i> inwardly +for directing me to the institution.</p> + +<p>A working woman who was next in the little row +of patients assembled in the back room, came in with +her wrists bound up in bits of flannel, and her hands +looking puffed and glazy. She, too, had lost the use +of them for six years, she told me, and had been pronounced +incurable by the doctors. This was her +fourth visit to Mr. Ashman. "Take up the chair, +ma'am," he said to his patient; and she did carry it +in rather a wobbly fashion across the room. "Now +the other hand," and she did it with the other hand. +"Now show the gentleman how you did it when you +came to me. She's rather hard o' hearin'," he explained +to me; but after one or two repetitions the +poor old body comprehended, and carried it in her +crooked elbow. "Now I'll call my assistant," he +said, and summoned a ruddy, red-bearded man, who +looked as though he might have just come in from a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +brisk country walk. "When these cases require a +good deal of rubbing I let my assistants do the preliminary +work, and then come in as the Healing +Medium myself." The rubbers, he informed me, like +the Medium, must be qualified, not only physically, +but morally. Benevolence was the great requisite; +and certainly both these men seemed running over +with it, if looks meant anything. When Joseph +Ashman took his turn, working the poor old patient's +stiff wrists, and pulling her fingers till they cracked, +like children playing "sweethearts," she never winced, +but actually seemed to like it, and trotted off well +satisfied with her fourth instalment of good health.</p> + +<p>The next rubber who was introduced to me was +not such a ruddy man, being, in fact, somewhat +saturnine in appearance; but I could quite understand +that he was, as he described himself, brimful of electricity. +His chevelure was like that on the little +man we stick on the conductor of an electrical machine +and make each particular hair stand on end like +quills upon the fretful porcupine.</p> + +<p>I could not for the life of me see the difference +between this treatment and simple mesmerism, except +that it was much more rapid in its effects than any +magnetic treatment I have ever witnessed. Indeed, +I frankly confess I do not understand it now, though +Mr. Ashman made me accept one of his little books +on Psychopathic healing, and told me I should see +the distinction when I had read it. I must be very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> +dense, for I have read it diligently through, and still +fail to trace the distinction.</p> + +<p>The man made a great impression on me. I felt +he was just one of those who would carry life into a +sick room, and communicate vital power—supposing +it to be communicable—from the dumpy fingers of +his fat soft hand. The perambulator did not belie +him. Numbers of pretty black-eyed children were +running about, and there was a Mrs. Ashman somewhere +among the poor patients in the back room. +All the children came to me except the eldest boy, +who, his father told me in a mysterious tone, had +suffered some indignity at the hands of my cloth, and +dreaded a parson ever after. I believe my injudicious +brother had set him a long task (perhaps his Duty to +his Neighbour), and the poor lad was always afraid +he should be dropped down upon to "say it." Mr. +Ashman's book is a little bewildering to an outsider +who fails to distinguish the <i>two</i> vital forces. He +says: "It is much rarer to find a high development +of a temperament in which the psychical element +prevails, than in which it is well blended with the +vital-magnetic, or than in which the latter excels. +In nearly all popular public men there is a blending +of the two. We see it well exemplified in John +Bright, Spurgeon, and others. This is the secret of +their drawing, magnetic power. It is the secret, too, +of many a physician's success: his genial magnetism +cures when his medicine is useless, although, of course,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +he does not know it. As is the difference between +these two forces, so is the difference in the method of +their employment for the purpose of cure." However, +when I left I promised—and I mean to keep +my vow—that if ever I am unfortunate enough to +find my vertebræ creaking like "an old hinge," I +will come to Mr. Ashman and have it greased. The +remark in his book as to the success of medicine +depending on the qualities of him who administered +it was, we may recollect, confirmed at the 1874 meeting +of the British Association in Belfast.</p> + +<p>Joseph Ashman has had a chequered history. He +has dwelt in the tents of the Mormonites; has been +one of the Peculiar People. In early life he was in +service in the country, where his master used to flog +him until, to use his own expression, he nearly cut +him in two. His earliest patients were cattle. "For +a healer," he said, "give me a man as can clean a +window or scrub a floor. Christ himself, when He +chose those who were to be healers as well as +preachers, chose fishermen, fine, deep chested men, depend +upon it, sir," and he rapped upon his own sonorous +lungs until they reverberated. He was certainly +blessed with a superabundance of good health, and +looked benevolent enough to impart all his surplus +stock to anybody who wanted it.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXV" id="CHAPTER_XXXV"></a>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2> + +<h3>A PHRENOLOGICAL EVENING.</h3> + + +<p>The experience I am about to chronicle occurred +when the Beecher-Tilton scandal was at its height; +and I was attracted by the somewhat ambiguous +title "Burns upon Beecher."</p> + +<p>Mr. James Burns, the spirited proprietor of the +Progressive Library, Southampton Row, having devoted +himself to the study of phrenology, has for +some time past held a series of craniological séances +on Tuesday evenings, at which he "takes off" the +head of some well-known person, or your own, if you +like, whether you are well-known or born to blush +unseen, not in the way of physical decapitation, but +by the method of phrenological diagnosis. I greatly +regretted having, on a previous occasion, missed the +analysis of Dr. Kenealy's cerebral developments. I +believe the Claimant himself was once the object of +Mr. Burns' remarks; but when Mr. Beecher's cranium +was laid down for dissection at the height of the +Beecher-Tilton sensation, I could resist no longer, +but, despite all obstacles, repaired to the Institute of +Progress.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span></p> + +<p>About a score of people were gathered in that first-floor +front where I had seen so many strange things. +Of these persons some formed the regular phrenological +class conducted there weekly by Mr. Burns. +The others were, generally speaking, of the ordinary +lecture-audience type. One stout lady occupied an +easy-chair in a corner, and slept from first to last.</p> + +<p>The first part of the lecture was a little discursive, +I fancy for my especial benefit, and summarized Mr. +Burns' system, which is to a great extent original. +Beginning by a disavowal of all dogmas, he began +by advancing what was to me the entirely novel +doctrine, that the brain was not the sole organ of the +mind, but that the whole organism of man had to be +taken into account in the diagnosis of character, since +the entire body was permeated with the mind. The +bones, fluids, and viscera were all related to mental phenomena. +The lecturer even questioned whether the +science he promulgated was properly termed phrenology. +It certainly did not answer to the conventional +idea of that craft. Referring to a calico diagram +which was pinned to the curtains of the first-floor +front, and at which he pointed with a walking-stick, +Mr. Burns notified four divisions of the animal frame—1, +the vital organs; 2, the mechanical; 3, the +nervous (which in the lower orders were ganglionic +only); 4, the cerebral apparatus. He defended the +animal powers from the debased idea usually attached +to them, and pointed out their close connexion with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +the spirit, nearer to which they were placed than any +portion of the economy.</p> + +<p>He then proceeded to apply his preliminary remarks +to preachers in general. Theodore Parker, for +instance, was a man of spare body and large brain. +He was surrounded by intellectual people, and his +disciples were quite sui generis. On the other hand, +Spurgeon was a man of strong animal and perceptive +powers, and so able to send the Walworth shopkeepers +into ecstasies. His ganglions were big, as +was the case in all great preachers. Emotion, he +said, was more a matter of bowels than of brain. +The ganglionic power carried the brain; but there +were, of course, combinations of all grades.</p> + +<p>In the case of Henry Ward Beecher, two of whose +photographs he held in his hand, he dwelt on the +disadvantage of having only the shadow instead of +the substance of his head to deal with. Here, he +said, we had all the elements on a large scale. The +brain, thoracic system, osseous structure, and abdominal +development were all in excess. The face +was, as it were, the picture of all. Henry Ward +Beecher was emphatically a large man. The blood +was positive; the circulation good. The digestion +was perfect, and the man enjoyed good food. Especially +the length from the ear to the front of the +eyebrows denoted intellectual grasp. There was not +much will power. Whatever he had done (and Mr. +Burns emphatically disclaimed passing any judgment<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +on the "scandal") he had not done of determination, +but had rather "slid into it." He was no planner. +He gathered people round him by the "solar" force +of his mind. If he had been a designing man—if +largely developed behind the ears—he would have +gone to work in a different way. There was good +development in the intellectual, sympathetic, and +emotional part of his nature; and this combination +made him a popular preacher. There was +more than mere animal magnetism needed to account +for this; there was intellectual power, but not much +firmness or conscientiousness. If he were present, +he would probably acknowledge that something had +led him on to do whatever he had done in spite of +himself. What was very peculiar in the man was +his youthfulness. He had been before the world for +forty years. Mr. Fowler, the phrenologist, of Ludgate +Circus, had been a fellow student of Beecher, +and had measured his head, which he ascertained to +have grown an inch in ten years. Beecher was essentially +a growing man—growing like a boy. The +ganglionic power was that which kept people always +growing, and was the great means of their getting a +hold over other people.</p> + +<p>Mr. Burns then passed in review the three portraits +of Beecher, Tilton, and Mrs. Tilton respectively, in +the <i>Pictorial World</i>. Mrs. Tilton he described as a +negative person, inclined to be hysterical and +"clinging." There was in her a high type of brain,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> +morally, intellectually, and spiritually. Still the +brain, he said, did not make us good or bad. Again +repudiating all judgment as to the scandal, he dwelt +upon the close social relationships between Beecher +and Mrs. Tilton, and recurred to the strong vital influence +of the former, comparing it to that of Brigham +Young upon his "spiritual affinities." In all +probability, taking into account the different natures +of Beecher and Mrs. Tilton, whatever had occurred +"the people couldn't help themselves."</p> + +<p>Then as to Theodore Tilton. Mr. Burns had read +the <i>Golden Age</i>, and pronounced it a smart publication. +There was, however, in Tilton a want of ganglionic +power; he was all brain. He was a man who might +be read, but he could not lecture or preach. His was +a higher mind than Beecher's, but not one that +would command much human sympathy.</p> + +<p>Suppose Mrs. Tilton were not the wife of either, +her relations to each might be conscientious, but still +violate the laws of monogamic life. The influence +of Beecher over her would be ganglionic as well as +intellectual; that of Tilton purely intellectual: when +lo, a gust of ganglionic power would supervene on +the latter, and carry all before it.</p> + +<p>Concluding his analysis of Mr. Beecher thus, Mr. +Burns discovered that he had two clerics among his +audience, and asked us—for I was one of them—if +we would be examined. I readily consented, and +handed my notes to Miss Chandos (the young lady<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +mesmerist, whose séance I reported a few pages back) +to report progress. She, therefore, is responsible for +the diagnosis that follows.</p> + +<p>Handling me from head to foot, much as a fancier +does a prize ox at Smithfield, Mr. Burns found the +life power good, and the muscles well nourished, the +working faculties being in a high state of activity. +The head—I blushed to hear—measured one inch +beyond the average of a man of my size, and the +cerebral faculties were harmoniously organized. I +had large perceptive powers; and my human nature +(wherever that may be located) was full, as was also +firmness. The thinking sphere was good. I should +have made, Mr. Burns informed me, a good sculptor +or artist.</p> + +<p>Omitting one or two complimentary remarks which +Miss Chandos has faithfully, if not flatteringly, reported, +and the enunciation of which quite confused +me as I sat the centre and cynosure of that wondering +group, I was glad to learn that I was an open +man, though possessed of sufficient caution and not +defective in moral courage. In fact "pluck" was +large. I really wished Mr. Burns would relieve me +by finding some bad bumps; but no—the worst he +could say of me was that I was restless. What +chiefly seemed to strike him, though, were my vital +powers, and he really covered me with confusion +when he began to calculate my Beecher powers on a +possible Mrs. Tilton. However, he toned down this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +remark by noticing that my domestic faculties were +well developed. My faith and hope were small. I +was a "doubting" man. The positive and negative +were well blent in me, and I was also "mediumistic."</p> + +<p>The diagnosis of two ladies concluded the evening's +exercises, but neither of these personages displayed +any very remarkable traits; Mr. Burns declaring he +felt some difficulty in discovering the bumps under +the "back hair."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXXVI.</h2> + +<h3>A SPIRITUAL PICNIC.</h3> + + +<p>In a volume bearing the title of <i>Mystic London</i> it +would seem perchance that Spiritualism, as par excellence +the modern mystery, should stand first. I have +thought it better, however, to defer its treatment +somewhat, working up to it as to a climax, and then +gently descending to mundane matters once more ere +I close my present work.</p> + +<p>Of London at this hour, just as of Rome in the later +Republic and Empire, it may be safely affirmed that +there is in its midst an element of the mysterious and +occult utterly undreamed of by the practical people. +Many phases of this element have already been treated +of in my different works; and I add some of the more +exceptional as properly belonging to my present subject.</p> + +<p>Now I candidly confess that, up to a recent date, I +had not given Spiritualists—quâ spiritualists—credit +for being a cheerful or convivial people. Though +there exist upon the tablets of my memory recollections +of certain enjoyable dinners, cosy teas, and charming +petits soupers, eaten at the mahogany of believers in +the modern mystery, yet these were purely exceptional<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +events, oases in the desert of spiritualistic experiences. +Generally speaking, the table, instead of groaning +under its accumulated bounties, leapt about as if from +the absence thereof; and the only adjuncts of the inhospitable +mahogany were paper tubes for the spirit +voices, handbells for the spirit hands, and occasional +accordions and musical boxes for the delectation of +harmonious ghosts. It was a "flow of soul" if not +always a "feast of reason;" but, as regarded creature +comforts, or any of the ordinary delights of mundane +existence, a very Siberian desert. A grave subject of +discussion (I am not, I assure you, indulging in a +sepulchral pun) at the recent Liverpool Conference +was how to feed mediums, and I fancy the preponderating +opinion was that fasting was a cardinal +virtue in their case—a regimen that had come to be +in my mind, perhaps unfairly, associated with séances +in general. I was glad, therefore, when I read in the +columns of the <i>Medium</i> the announcement of the +spiritual picnic or "demonstration," at the People's +Garden, Willesden. Still I wanted to see Spiritualists +enjoy themselves in the "normal condition." I sympathized +with the avowed object of the gathering, that +the followers of the new creed should know one +another, as surely the disciples of a common school +ought to do. Armed, therefore, with a ticket, I proceeded, +viâ the North London Railway, to the scene +of action. It was not what we materialistic people +should call a fine August day. It was cold and dull,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> +and tried hard to rain; but it was far more in keeping +with the character of the meeting than what Father +Newman calls the "garish day" one looks for in mid-August. +In the words of the circle the "conditions +were excellent;" and as I journeyed on, reading my +<i>Medium</i> like a true believer, I marvelled to see, by the +evidence of its advertisements, how the new creed had +taken hold of a certain section, at all events, of society. +Besides a dozen public mediums who paraded their +varied attractions at terms ranging from 2<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i> to +21<i>s.</i>, there were spiritualistic young men who put +forward their creed as a qualification for clerkships—perhaps +they had no other claim—spiritual lodging-house +keepers, and even spiritual undertakers, all pervaded +by what we may literally call a common esprit +de corps.</p> + +<p>In due course we reached the People's Garden, the +popular title whereof seemed to have been given on +the lucus a non principle, for the London folk have +not, as yet, affected it largely. Why this should be +so one cannot guess, for it is the very ideal of a Cockney +Paradise, and is admirably worked by a body of +shareholders, most of whom belong to the artisan +class, though under very distinguished patronage +indeed. When I got to the grounds the Spiritualists +were indulging in a merry-go-round during a refreshing +drizzle. A temporary rush under cover ensued, and +then the weather became more favourable, though the +skies preserved their neutral tint. Mrs. Bullock, a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> +suburban medium, who had become entranced, had +located herself in a bower, and beckoned people from +the audience to receive her "benediction," which was +given in a remarkable dialect. I thought it was +Yorkshire, but a spiritualistic gentleman explained to +me that it was "partly North American Indian." +The Osborne Bellringers next gave a campanological +concert, which was exceedingly good of its kind, the +small gentleman who played the bass bell working so +actively as to suggest the idea that he could not long +survive such hard labour in his fleshly condition. +These campanologists are said to be big mediums, and +occasionally to be floated or otherwise spirited during +their performances; but nothing abnormal occurred +at the People's Garden. Then there was dancing on +the monster platform, which is, I should think, correctly +described as "the largest in the world." This +was indeed a new phase of Spiritualism: the terpsichorean +spiritualists generally let their tables do the +dancing for them, as Eastern potentates hire their +dancing-girls. Donkey-races, croquet, and other unspiritual +diversions varied the order of proceedings; +and as for the one-and-ninepenny teas, I can only say +I should think the Garden Committee did not get +much profit out of them, for the Spiritualists regaled +themselves in the most material fashion. During the +afternoon the arrivals were fast and frequent. All the +medium-power of London seemed present; and the +only wonder was that we were not all floated bodily<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +away. There was Mrs. Guppy, who, in answer to my +demand whether she had been "floated" from Highbury, +informed me that she had come far less romantically—"nine +in a cab!" There was Dr. Monk, too, +a Nonconformist clergyman, who had lately been +taking aërial journeys of the Guppy order about +Bristol. In fact, the élite of the sect were well represented; +and during the whole afternoon, despite the +dirty-looking day, the fun was fast and furious, and +all went merry as the proverbial marriage-bell.</p> + +<p>Part of the programme was an entertainment by a +gentleman bearing the delightfully sepulchral name of +Dr. Sexton, whose mission in life it is to "expose" +the tricks of Dr. Lynn and Messrs. Maskelyne and +Cooke. How those gentlemen are to be "exposed," +seeing they only claim to deceive you by legerdemain, +I cannot comprehend; but they made the Spiritualists +very angry by taking their names in vain on the handbills +of the Egyptian Hall, and more than insinuating +that there was a family likeness between their performances; +and, consequently, the conjurors were to +be "exposed;" that is, the public were to have their +visit to the Temple of Magic spoilt by being shown +beforehand how the tricks were done. Aided by an +expert assistant named Organ, Dr. Sexton soon let us +into the mysteries of the cabinet business, which +seemed just as easy as making the egg stand on end—when +you know how. It is perfectly true that, +after hearing Dr. Sexton's exposition—rather than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +exposé—it is quite easy for any one to frustrate the +designs of these clever conjurors, if he wishes to do +so. I am not sure that the exposé is wise. Illogical +people will not see the force of Dr. Sexton's argument, +and will possibly think it "proves too much." If so +much can be done by sleight of hand and ingenious +machinery, they will argue, perhaps, that the Davenports +and other mediums are only cleverer conjurors +still, or have better machinery. Alas! all my fairyland +is pasteboard now. I know how the man gets +out of the corded box—I could do it myself. I know +where the gorilla goes when he seems lost in the +magic cabinet. It is all a clever combination of mirrors. +The blood-red letters of some dear departed +friend are only made with red ink and a quill pen, and +the name of the "dear departed" forged. Well, I +suppose <i>I</i> am illogical, too. If one set of things is so +simple when it is shown to you, why may not all be? +I fear the Willesden outing has unsettled my convictions, +and shaken my faith in most sublunary things.</p> + +<p>The gathering clearly proved the growth of Spiritualism +in London. That such numbers could be got +together in the dead season bespeaks a very extensive +ramification indeed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXXVII.</h2> + +<h3>A GHOSTLY CONFERENCE.</h3> + + +<p>A distinct and well-marked epoch is reached in the +history of any particular set of opinions when its +adherents begin to organize and confer, and the individual +tenets become the doctrines of a party. Such +a culmination has been attained by the believers in +Modern Spiritualism. For a long while after the +date of the now historical Rochester Rappings, the +manifestations were mostly individual, and in a great +degree limited to such exercises as Mr. Home's elongation, +Mrs. Guppy's flight from Highbury to Lamb's +Conduit Street, or, more recently still, the voices and +manipulations of John and Katie King, the orations +of Mrs. Hardinge, Mr. Morse, and Mrs. Tappan. +But all this was spasmodic, and not likely to take +the world by storm, while Spiritualists had adopted +the time-honoured maxim—"Magna est veritas et +prevalebit." Therefore they must organize. They +have done so, not without protest on the part of some +of the most noted of their adherents; but the majority +carried the day, and the result is the British National +Association of Spiritualists, which has recently been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +sitting in solemn conclave at its first Annual Conference +in Lawson's Rooms, Gower Street.</p> + +<p>Now I plead guilty to being greatly interested in +this subject of Spiritualism generally, and in the +doings of the Conference in particular. I cannot +help thinking that clergymen and scientists ought to +look into any set of opinions whose professors have +attained the dimensions of this body. Their doctrines +have spread and are spreading. Already the +Spiritualists number among them such men as Mr. +Alfred Wallace, Mr. Varley, Mr. Crookes, Mr. S. C. +Hall, &c., and are extending their operations amongst +all classes of society, notably among the higher. I +could even name clergymen of all denominations who +hold Spiritualistic views, but refrain, lest it should +seem invidious, though I cannot see why it should be +incongruous for the clergy to examine doctrines which +profess to amplify rather than supplant those of revelation, +any more than I can why scientists stand aloof +from what professes to be a purely positive philosophy, +based upon the inductive method. So it is, however; +Spiritualism is heterodox at once in its religious and +philosophical aspects. I suppose that is why it had +such special attraction for me. Certain it is, I have +been following the ghostly conference like a devotee.</p> + +<p>We began on Monday evening with a musical soirée +at the Beethoven Rooms, in Harley Street; and there +was certainly nothing ghostly or sepulchral in our +opening day; only then there was nothing very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +spiritualistic either. For a long time I thought it +was going to be all tea and muffins and pianoforte. +By-and-by, however, Mr. Algernon Joy read a report +of the organization, which was rather more interesting +than reports generally are, and Mr. Benjamin Coleman, +a venerable gentleman, the father of London Spiritualists, +delivered a Presidential address. Still +there were no ghosts—not even a spirit rap to +augment the applause which followed the speakers. +Once my hopes revived when two new physical +mediums, with letters of recommendation from +Chicago, were introduced, and I expected to see the +young gentlemen elongate or float round the room; +but nothing of the kind occurred; and a young lady +dashed my hopes to the ground by singing "The +Nightingale's Trill." Mr. Morse gave an address in +the trance state—as I was afterwards informed; but he +looked and spoke so like an ordinary mortal that I +should not have found out that he was in an abnormal +condition.</p> + +<p>I fear I went home from Harley Street not quite +in so harmonious a frame of mind as could have been +wished.</p> + +<p>The next morning (Wednesday) Dr. Gully presided +at the opening of the Conference proper in Gower +Street, where the rooms were more like vaults and +smelt earthy. The President ably enough summarized +the objections which had been raised to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +Association, and also the objects it proposed to itself. +He said:—"If the Association keeps clear of dogmatic +intrusion, then will there be no fear of its +becoming sectarian. Already, however, there is a +signal of dogmatism among Spiritualists—and +already the dogmatizers call themselves by another +name. But the Association has nothing to do with +this. It knows its function to be the investigation +of facts, and of facts only; and, as was said, no sect +was ever yet framed on undoubted facts. Now what +are the facts of Spiritualism up to this date? They +are reducible to two:—1st. The continued life and +individuality of the spirit body of man after it has +quitted its body of flesh; and, 2nd. Its communion +with spirits still in the flesh, under certain conditions, +by physical exhibition and mental impression. Spirit +identity cannot be regarded yet as an established fact—at +all events, not so as to warrant us in building +upon it."</p> + +<p>I was agreeably surprised with the moderate tone of +this address; and after a brief theological discussion, +Mr. W. H. Harrison, the editor of the <i>Spiritualist</i>, +followed with a paper on Organization. I do not +know what Mr. Harrison was not for organizing. +Libraries, reading-rooms, colleges, everything was to +be spiritualized. Later in the day there was a paper +on Physical Manifestations. I should have preferred +the manifestations without the paper, for I fear I am<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +a poor believer at second hand. The reader told some +"stumping" stories. Here is one as a specimen—spiritual +in more senses than one:—</p> + +<p>"One evening I accompanied the Davenports to +Mr. Guppy's residence in Great Marlborough Street. +After supper Ira, the eldest of the brothers, Mr. +Guppy, and myself, adjourned to a dark room, which +Mr. Guppy had had prepared for experimental purposes. +To get to this room we had to pass through +a room that served the combined purposes of a +sculptor's studio and a billiard room. Emerging from +this room we came into a yard, in one corner of which +the dark cabinet in question was constructed. +Taking our seats, we extinguished the light. Mr. +Guppy was at the time smoking a cigar. This was +at once taken from his hand, and carried in the air, +where it could be seen by the light given out by its +combustion. Some whisky and water was standing +on the table. This was handed to us to drink. When +it came to my turn, I found there was but little left +in the glass. This I pointed out. The glass was +forthwith taken from my mouth, and replenished and +brought back again."</p> + +<p>On Thursday Mr. Everitt read a paper on Direct +Writing by Spirits, telling us that on one occasion +nine hundred and thirty-six words were written in six +seconds. Mr. Everitt must be a bold man—I don't +mean altogether for asking us to believe that, but for +saying what he did about the medium, who was his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> +wife:—"There are many considerations why it would +be impossible for the medium to have produced these +writings. For instance, we have sixteen papers upon +the same subject, and in those papers there are a +great many ancient authors referred to. Mrs. Everitt +has never read or seen a single book of any of these +authors, and, with a few exceptions, their names had +never been heard by her before, much less did she +know the age they lived in, the country they belonged +to, the works they had written, or the arguments +made use of for the defence of their doctrines and +teachings. Besides the above reasons there are physical +and mental difficulties which preclude the possibility +of their being produced by the medium. The +physical impossibility is the marvellous rapidity of +their production, as many as 936 words having been +written in six seconds. The mental difficulty is that +the medium has not a logical mind. Like most +females, she takes a short cut by jumping to conclusions. +She does not, indeed cannot, argue out any +proposition by the ordinary rules of logic. Now the +papers referred to show that the author or authors +are not only well acquainted with ancient lore and +the classics, but also possessed very high ability as +logicians. For the above reasons we conclude that +the medium, from sheer incapacity, both mentally +and physically, could not have written these papers, +nor any other human being under the same circumstances. +We are therefore absolutely driven, after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> +looking at the subject from every conceivable point of +view, to conclude respecting their production that +they came from a supernatural source, and were produced +by supernatural means."</p> + +<p>In the afternoon of this day a clergyman, whose +name it would be highly indecorous in me to mention, +descanted on the aspect of Spiritualism from his point +of view in the Church of England. I understood the +purport of the paper to be (1) that he claimed the +right of members of the Church of England to investigate +the phenomena; (2) that, if convinced of their +spiritual origin, such conviction need not shake the +investigator's previous faith. If the clergyman in +question really said no more than the printed reports +of the Conference represent him to have done, he +rather reversed the conduct of Balaam, and cursed +those he came to bless. This is the curt résumé that +went forth:—</p> + +<p>"The Rev. —— read a paper, in which he defined +his position with regard to Spiritualism as that of a +mere inquirer, adding that even if he became convinced +of its truth, he saw no reason why he should +alter the opinions he at present held as a clergyman +of the Church of England. After eighteen months' +inquiry into the subject, however, he was, perhaps, +more of a sceptic than before." If that was all the +clergyman in question had to say for the Association, +they must rather regret they ever "organized" him, +and might well pray to be saved from their friends;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +but I heard it whispered—presumably by a spirit +voice—that there had been a passage at arms between +the lady secretary and the clergyman in question, and +that Miss—but no, I must not mention names—the +fair official punished the delinquent that most +awful penalty—silence.</p> + +<p>Friday finished the Conference with a trance paper—I +did not know there were such things—dictated to +Mrs. Cora Tappan by invisible guides, and was read +by Miss—I mean by the fair incognita above-mentioned. +Not a manifestation—literally not the ghost +of one—only this very glowing peroration:—"But it +is in a larger sense of social, mental, political, and +even religious renovation, that Spiritualism is destined +to work its chief results. The abrogation of +the primal terror of mankind, the most ancient spectre +in the world of thought, grim and shadowy Death, is, +in itself, so vital a change that it constitutes a revolution +in the world of mind. Chemistry has already +revealed the wonderful fact that no ultimate atom can +perish. The subtle chemistry of Spiritualism steps in +where science ceases, gathering up the ultimate atoms +of thought into a spiritual entity and proving them +imperishable. Already has this thought pervaded +the popular mind, tinged the decaying forms of +theology and external science with its glow, and made +the life of man a heritage of immortal glory. More +than this, taking spirit as the primal basis of life, +each individual, and all members of society and hu<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span>manity +in the aggregate, must for ever strive to express +its highest life (i.e. the life of the spirit). The child +will be taught from within, external methods being +employed only as aids, but never as dictators of thought. +Society will be the flowing out of spiritual truths, +taking shape and substance as the expression of the +soul. Governments will be the protecting power of a +parent over loving children, instead of the dictates of +force or tyranny. Religion will wear its native garb +of simplicity and truth, the offspring of the love and +faith that gave it birth. Modern Spiritualism is as +great a solvent of creeds, dogmas, codes, scientific +sophisms, as is the sunlight of the substances contained +in earth and air, revealing by the stages of +intermediate life, from man, through spirits, angels, +archangels, seraphim, and cherubim, to God, the +glorious destiny of every soul. There is a vine growing +in the islands of the tropic seas that thrives best +upon the ancient ruins or crumbling walls of some +edifice built by man; yet ever as it thrives, the tiny +tendrils penetrate between the fibres of the stone, +cutting and cutting till the whole fabric disappears, +leaving only the verdant mass of the foliage of the +living vine. Spiritualism is to the future humanity +what this vine is to the ancient ruin."</p> + +<p>There was another paper coming on "Compound +Consciousness," but the title did not attract me. +After my four days' patient waiting for ghosts who +never came and spirits that would not manifest, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +felt, perhaps, a little impatient, put on my hat and +left abruptly—the fair secretary, of whom I shall +evermore stand in supreme awe, scowling at me when +I did so. As I passed into Gower Street—sweet, +serene Gower Street, sacred from the wheels of profane +cabmen, I was almost surprised to see the +"materialized" forms around me; and it really was +not until I got well within sound—and smell—of the +Underground Railway that I quite realized my abased +position, or got out of the spheres whither the lofty +periods of Mrs. Tappan's paper, so mellifluously delivered, +had wafted me!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXVIII.</h2> + +<h3>AN EVENING'S DIABLERIE.</h3> + + +<p>Mr. Spurgeon a short time since oracularly placed +it on record that, having hitherto deemed Spiritualism +humbug, he now believes it to be the devil. +This sudden conversion is, of course, final; and +I proceed to narrate a somewhat exceptional endorsement +of the opinion which has recently occurred +within my own experience. There was a time, how +long ago it boots not to say, when <i>I</i> considered Spiritualism +humbug; and a good deal came in my way +which might have led me to the same conclusion as +Mr. Spurgeon, if I had been disposed—which I am +not—to go with a hop, skip, and jump.</p> + +<p>The investigator who first presented the "diabolical" +theory to my notice was a French Roman +Catholic priest, who had broken discipline so far as to +enter the married state, but retained all the doctrines +of his former faith intact. He had, in fact, anticipated +to some extent the position of Père Hyacinthe; +for it was several years ago I first became acquainted +with him. Individually as well as nationally this +gentleman, too, was prone to jump at conclusions. +He lost a dear friend, and immediately proceeded to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +communicate with the departed by means of table-turning +and rapping. For a few days he was quite +convinced of the identity of the communicating spirit; +but then, and all within the compass of a single week, +he pronounced the exorcism of the Catholic Church +on the intelligence, I suppose experimentally in the +first instance; found his challenge not satisfactorily +answered, and immediately jumped to the conclusion +that it was the foul fiend himself. I sat very frequently +with this gentleman afterwards, prior to the +experience I am about to narrate; and certainly the +intelligence always gave itself out to be the spirit unmentionable +to ears polite, whose presence my friend +had taken for granted.</p> + +<p>I once went with this gentleman to the Marshalls, +when they were at their zenith. We arranged previously +that he should not sit at the table, but on +one side, and give me a secret signal when he was +silently pronouncing the exorcism. He did so; and +certainly all manifestations at once ceased, though we +had been in full converse with the invisibles a moment +before. Old Mrs. M. had to announce with much +chagrin, "The sperrits is gone!"</p> + +<p>My other partner in diablerie was a barrister whom +I must not mention by name, but who possessed +considerable power as a writing medium. The presiding +intelligence in his case was, however, of a +low character, and given to very bad language. He +avowed himself to have been a bargee in the earth-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span>plane—should +one say the water-plane?—and certainly +swore like one.</p> + +<p>As for myself, I am destitute of all "medium-power," +whatever that may be, though enthusiastic +spirituelle ladies tell me I am "mediumistic"—a +qualification which is still more occult to me. I own +to being greatly interested in spiritualistic inquiries, +except as regards dark séances, which have a tendency +to send me to sleep; and I believe that my +presence does not "stop manifestations:" so that I +suppose I am not a hopeless sceptic.</p> + +<p>On the occasion of which I am about to speak we +met in my study, where I am in the habit of rearing +a few pet snakes. I had just got a fine new specimen; +and having no proper habitation for it, had turned +my waste-basket upside-down on a small chess table, +and left him to tabernacle under it for the night. +This was the table we generally used for séances; and +my legal friend, who was writing, immediately began +to use most foul language, on the subject of the +snake, exhorting me to "put him anywhere, put him +in the cupboard, old boy." Such was the edifying +style of communication we always got through this +worthy limb of the law, but it was so much worse +than usual on the present occasion as to fairly make +us roar at its insane abuse. The gentleman himself, +I ought to add, is by no means prone to profane +swearing. My priestly friend was making a wide-awake +hat reply by tilts; and still got his old reply<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +that his Satanic Majesty was personally present. I +did not in the least credit this assertion, any more +than I accepted as proven the identity of the bargee, +though I hold the impersonation in either case to be +a strange psychological fact. That I did not do so +is best evidenced by the circumstance that I said, +"This spirit asserts himself to be his Satanic Majesty. +Have you either of you any objection to communicate +with him supposing such to be the case?"</p> + +<p>Neither one nor the other had the slightest. My +Catholic friend, I knew, always carried a bottle of +holy water in his pocket, and at my entreaty forbore +for the moment to exorcise. The legal gentleman, +though a "writer" himself, was not at all convinced +about the phenomena, as was perhaps natural, seeing +the exceedingly bad company to which it professed to +relegate him. As for me, my scepticism was to me +robur et æs triplex. I disposed of the snake, put out +the gas; and down we three sat, amid profound darkness, +like three male witches in "Macbeth," having +previously locked the door to prevent any one disturbing +our hocus-pocus.</p> + +<p>Any one who has sat at an ordinary dark séance +will recollect the number of false starts the table +makes, the exclamations, "Was that a rap?" when +the wood simply cracks, or, "Did you feel a cold +air?" when somebody breathes a little more heavily +than usual. I have myself made the experiment, +though not without adding an open confession im<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span>mediately +afterwards. I have blown on the fingers +of the sitters, and made them feel sure it was a +"spirit aura," have done the neatest of raps with my +index-finger when my little finger has been securely +hooked in that of my next neighbour. In fact, for +test purposes, dark séances are a mistake, though they +are admirable for a flirtation.</p> + +<p>On this occasion, however, we were very much +in earnest, and there was no waiting—I hope +no collusion. I am quite sure I did not myself consciously +produce any manifestation. I can answer for +my legal friend, as far as any one person can answer +for another; and we neither of us suspected—or suspect—the +priest of the order of St. Benedict; only we +would rather he had not pronounced such decided +opinions; because the wish might have been father to +the thought, or rather the thought might, in some +utterly unaccountable way, have produced the effects +that followed. I have an idea that if Mr. Spurgeon +in his present frame of mind were to sit at a table for +manifestations, he would obtain the clearest assurance +that it was "all the devil," just as it is well known +Roman Catholic sitters get communications from +Roman Catholic spirits, theists from theistic, and +Mormons from the denizens of some spiritualistic +Utah.</p> + +<p>We had not, on this occasion, a moment to wait. +The table forthwith began to plunge and career about +the room as though the bargee—or the other personage<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> +himself—had actually been "in possession." It required +all our agility to follow it in its rapid motion about +the room. At last it became comparatively quiet; +and I received in reply to a question as to who was +present the exceedingly objectionable name which Mr. +Spurgeon has coupled with the whole subject. Some +persons I know entertain a certain amount of respect, +or at all events awe, for the intelligence in question. +For myself I feel nothing of the kind, and therefore I +added, "If you are what you profess to be, give us +some proof." We were sitting with only the tips of +our fingers on the table; but it forthwith rose up +quite perpendicularly, and came down with a crash +that completely shivered it in pieces. I have not the +slightest idea how it was done—but it certainly was +done. A large portion of the table was reduced to a +condition that fitted it for Messrs. Bryant and May's +manufactory. When we lighted the gas and looked +at our watches we found we had only been sitting a +very few minutes.</p> + +<p>Of course the obvious explanation will be that the +gentleman with the diabolical theory and the evidently +strong will-power (as evidenced in the dénouement at +Mrs. Marshall's) produced the diabolical effects consciously +or unconsciously. I do not think the former +was the case; and if it is possible to get such results +unconsciously, that phenomenon is quite as curious as +the spiritualistic explanation. In fact I am not sure +that the psychological is not more difficult than the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> +pneumatological theory. My own notion is that the +"Psychic Force" people are clearly on the right +track, though their cause, as at present elaborated, is +not yet equal to cover all the effects.</p> + +<p>Mr. Spurgeon and the "diabolists" concede the +whole of the spiritualistic position. They not only +say that the effects are due to spiritual causes, but +they also identify the producing spirit. I have never +been able to get as far as that. I did not feel on the +occasion in question at all as though I had been in +communication with his sable Majesty. If I was, certainly +my respect for that potentate is not increased, +for I should have fancied he would have done something +much "bigger" in reply to my challenge than +smash up a small chess-table. However, there was a +sort of uncanny feeling about the experience, and it +seemed to me so far illustrative of Mr. Spurgeon's +position as to be worth committing to paper. If that +gentleman, however, lends such a doctrine the sanction +of his approval, he will, let him be assured, do more +to confirm the claims of Spiritualism than all the +sneers of Professors Huxley and Tyndall, and the +scorn of Mr. George Henry Lewes can undo.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXXIX.</h2> + +<h3>SPIRITUAL ATHLETES.</h3> + + +<p>I am about for once to depart from my usual custom +of narrating only personal experiences, and in this +and the two following chapters print the communications +of a friend who shares my interest in these +matters, and has frequently accompanied me in my +investigations into this mysterious Borderland. In +these cases, however, he investigated on his own +account, and I am not responsible for the conclusions +at which he arrives:—</p> + +<p>"Attracted," he says, "by an article in a popular +journal on the subject of 'Spirit Faces,' I determined, +if possible, to 'assist' at a séance. I had not hitherto +taken much interest in spiritualistic matters, because +in the first place, the cui bono question remained persistently +unanswered; and, secondly, because most of +the 'doings' were in the dark; and it appears to me +that, given darkness, there are few things in the way +of conjuring and ventriloquism that could <i>not</i> be done. +Terpsichorean tables and talking hats never had any +particular charm for me, because I could always make +a table dance, or a hat say anything I wanted it to +say. I saw the Davenports, and preferred Professor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +Anderson. I even went to a dark séance at the +Marshalls', and noticed that when Mr. and Mrs. +Marshall had perceptibly partaken of beefsteak and +onions, or some equally fragrant food, for dinner, the +breath which accompanied the spirit-voices was unmistakably +impregnated with onions too; and hence +I drew my own conclusions. I am not saying I know +how Mr. and Mrs. Marshall do John King and Katie +King. I don't know how Professor Anderson or +Professor Pepper do their tricks. I confess Mr. Home +and the Marshalls have the pull of the professors in +one way—that is, they don't perform on a platform +but in a private room, and they let you examine +everything beforehand. Theirs is the ars celare artem. +Again, I don't know how men in the street get out +of the very curious knots in which I have tied them, +but I know they do it; and therefore I am sure the +Davenports could do it without calling in the ghost +of one's deceased grandmamma as a sort of Deus—or +rather Dea—ex machinâ. I have never seen Mr. +Home handle fire or elongate. I have seen him +'levitate,' or float, and I candidly confess I don't +know how he does it, any more than I can solve Sir +David Brewster's trick by which four young ladies +can lift a heavy man on the points of their fingers. +It's very mysterious, and very nice for the man.</p> + +<p>"So it happened that I had shelved spiritualism for +some time, when the article on 'Spirit Faces' came +under my notice. I did not care so much about the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> +face part of the matter (at least not the spirit face), +but I wanted to test it as a matter of athletics. In +one respect the physiognomy did interest me, for I +read that the medium was pretty—mediums, according +to my experience, being generally very much the +reverse—and I found that report had certainly not +misrepresented the young lady in this respect. Her +name is now public property, so I need not veil it +under the pseudonyms of Miss Blank, or Asterisk, or +anything of that sort. Miss Florence Cook, then, is +a trim little lady of sweet sixteen, and dwells beneath +the parental roof in an eastern suburb of London. It +is quite true she does not accept payment for séances, +which I strove to impress upon her was very foolish +indeed, for she works almost as hard as Lulu twice in +the week. However, she, or rather her parents, take +high ground in the matter, which of course is very +praiseworthy on their parts, and convenient for their +guests if they happen to be impecunious.</p> + +<p>"Now, I do not purpose going through the details +of the séance, which was considerably irksome, being +protracted by endless psalm singing. What I want +to do—with Miss Cook's permission—is to calculate +the chances of her being sufficiently athletic to perform +the tricks herself, without the aid of spirits. +Does she not underrate her unaided powers in assigning +a supernatural cause for the effects produced?</p> + +<p>"Well, then, this lithe little lady is arrayed in the +ordinary garb of the nineteenth century with what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> +is technically termed a 'pannier,' and large open +sleeves, each of which, I fear, she must have found +considerably in the way, as also the sundry lockets +and other nick-nacks suspended from her neck. +However, there they were. We put her in a cupboard, +which had a single Windsor chair in it, and +laid a stoutish new cord on her lap. Then came +singing, which may or may not have been intended +to drown any noise in the cupboard; but, after some +delay, she was found tied around the waist, neck, and +two wrists, and the ends of the cord fastened to the +back of the chair. These knots we sealed, and consigned +her to the cupboard again. Shortly after there +appeared at an aperture in the upper portion of the +cupboard a face which looked utterly unspiritual and +precisely like that of the medium, only with some +white drapery thrown over the head. The aperture +was just the height that would have allowed Miss +Cook to stand on the chair and peep out. I do not +say she did; I am only calculating the height. The +face remained some minutes in a strong light; then +descended. We opened the cupboard, and found the +little lady tied as before with the seals unbroken. +Spiritual, or material, it was clever.</p> + +<p>"After a pause, the same process was gone through +again; only this time stout tape was substituted for +rope. The cord cut the girl's wrists; and tape was +almost more satisfactory. Again she was bound, and +we sealed the knots; and again a face appeared—this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +time quite black, and not like the medium at all. I +noticed that the drapery ran right round the face, and +cut it off at a straight line on the lower part. This +gave the idea of a mask. I am not saying it was a +mask. I am only throwing out a hint that, if the +'spirits' wish to convince people they should let the +neck be well seen. I am bound to say it bore a +strong light for several minutes; and some people +say they saw eyelids. I did not. I do not say they +were not there. I know how impossible it is to prove +a negative, and only say I did not see them.</p> + +<p>"What followed possessed no special interest for +any but the professed spiritualist, as it was done without +any tying; Miss Cook arguing logically enough +that, if the previous manifestations were clearly +proved to have taken place by other agency than +that of the medium herself, mere multiplication of +proofs was unnecessary. I had only gone to study +the matter from an athletic point of view; and I +certainly came away impressed with the idea that, if +Miss Florence Cook first got into and then got out of +those knots, she was even more nimble and lithesome +than she looked, and ought to start an Amateur +Ladies' Athletic Society forthwith. As to her making +faces at us through the window, I did not care sufficiently +about the matter to inquire whether she did +or not, because, if she got out of the ropes, it was +easy enough to get on the chair and make faces.</p> + +<p>"Of course the cui bono remains. The professors<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> +make money by it; and Miss Cook can make at most, +only a little mild and scarcely enviable notoriety. A +satirical old friend of mine, when I told him the +above facts, chuckled, and said, 'That's quite enough +for a girl of sixteen; and anything that's do-able, a +girl of those years will do.' It was no use talking to +him of panniers and loose sleeves, and lockets. He +was an old bachelor, and knew nothing about such +things. At least, he had no business to, if he did.</p> + +<p>"I cannot forbear adding a domestic episode, though +it is perhaps scarcely relevant to the subject. Certain +young imps in my house, hearing what I had seen, +got up an exhibition of spirit faces for my benefit. +They rigged up a kind of Punch-and-Judy erection, +and the cleanest of them did the spirit face, with a +white pocket-handkerchief over his head. He looked +as stolid and unwinking as the genuine spirit-physiognomy +itself. The gas was lowered to a 'dim +religious light,' and then a black coal-scuttle, with +features chalked on it, deceived some of the circle into +the idea that it was a nigger. But the one element +which interested me was wanting; there was no +rope-tying which could at all entitle the juvenile +performance to be categorized under 'Spiritual +Athletics.'"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XL" id="CHAPTER_XL"></a>CHAPTER XL.</h2> + +<h3>"SPOTTING" SPIRIT MEDIUMS.</h3> + + +<p>"Among the recent utterances of spiritualistic +organs is one to the effect that 'manifestations' come +in cycles—in 'great waves,' I believe was the actual +expression; and of the many fluctuations to which +spiritualistic society has been exposed of late is a very +prominent irruption of young lady mediums. The +time seems to have gone by for portly matrons to be +wafted aërially from the northern suburbs to the W.C. +district, or elderly spinsters to exhibit spirit drawings +which gave one the idea of a water-colour palette +having been overturned, and the resulting 'mess' sat +upon for the purposes of concealment. Even inspirational +speakers have so far 'gone out' as to subside +from aristocratic halls to decidedly second-rate institutions +down back streets. In fact, the 'wave' that +has come over the spirit world seems to resemble that +which has also supervened upon the purely mundane +arrangements of Messrs. Spiers and Pond; and we +anxious investigators can scarcely complain of the +change which brings us face to face with fair young +maidens in their teens to the exclusion of the matrons +and spinsters aforesaid, or the male medium who was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> +once irreverently termed by a narrator a 'bull-necked +young man.'</p> + +<p>"The names of these interesting young denizens of +two worlds are so well known that it is perhaps unnecessary +caution or superfluous gallantry to conceal +them; but I will err, if error it be, on the safe side, +and call No. 1 Miss C. and No. 2 Miss S., premising +only that each is decidedly attractive, with the unquestioned +advantage of having seen only some sixteen +or seventeen summers apiece. Miss C. has been +'out' some time; her familiar being 'Katie King;' +while Miss S. has made her debut more recently, +having for her attendant sprites one 'Florence +Maple,' a young lady spirit who has given a wrong +terrestrial address in Aberdeen, and Peter, a defunct +market gardener, who sings through the young lady's +organism in a clear baritone voice. It was to me +personally a source of great satisfaction when I learnt +that Miss C. had been taken in hand by a F.R.S.—whom +I will call henceforth the Professor—and Miss +S. by a Serjeant learned in the law. Now, if ever, I +thought, we have a chance of hearing what science +and evidential acumen have to say on the subject of +'Face Manifestations.' Each of these gentlemen, I +ought to mention, had written voluminously on the +subject of Spiritualism, and both seemed inclined to +contest its claims in favour of some occult physical—or, +as they named it, psychic—force. This would +make their verdict the more valuable to outsiders, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> +it was clear they had not approached the subject with +a foregone conclusion in its favour. True, the Spiritualists +claimed both the Professor and the Serjeant +persistently as their own; but Spiritualists have a +way of thinking everybody 'converted' who simply +sits still in a decorous manner, and keeps his eyes +open without loudly proclaiming scepticism.</p> + +<p>"Personally I had been, up to the date of present +occurrences, accustomed to summarize my convictions +on the subject by the conveniently elastic formula +that there might be 'something in it.' I still think +so; but perhaps with a difference.</p> + +<p>"For the former of the two exposés—if such they +shall be deemed—I am compelled to rely on documentary +evidence; but I have 'sat' so many times +with Miss S., have been requested so often by the +inspirational Peter to 'listen to the whip-poor-will, +a-singin' on the tree,' have shaken the spirit hand, +gazed on the spirit face, and even cut off portions of +the spirit veil of the fair Florence, that I can follow +the order of events just as though I had been present. +I must confess the wonderful similarity existing between +Miss S. and Florence had exercised me considerably, +and perhaps prepared me to accept with +calmness what followed. Why delay the result? +Miss S. and her mamma were invited to the country +house of the learned Serjeant. A 'cabinet' was extemporized +in the bay of the window, over which the +curtains were drawn and a shawl pinned. With a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +confidence which is really charming to contemplate, +no 'tests' were asked of the medium, no 'conditions' +imposed on the sitter. Miss S. was put in the cabinet +with only a chair, and the expectant circle waited +with patience. In due time the curtains were drawn +aside, and the spirit-face appeared at the opening. It +was still the facsimile of Miss S., with the eyes piously +turned up and a ghostly head-dress covering the hair. +One by one the assembled were summoned to look +more closely. The initiated gazed and passed on, +knowing they must not peep; but, alas, one lady who +was <i>not</i> initiated, and therefore unaware of the tacitly +imposed conditions, imitated the example of Mother +Eve, drew aside the curtains and exposed the unspiritual +form of Miss S. standing on the chair; the +'spirit-hands' at the same time struggling so convulsively +to close the aperture that the head-gear fell off, +and betrayed the somewhat voluminous chignon of +Miss S. herself. Hereupon ensued a row, it being +declared that the medium was killed, though eventually +order was restored by the rather incongruous +process of a gentleman present singing a comic +song. The learned Serjeant still clings to the belief +that Miss S. was in a condition of 'unconscious +somnambulism.' I only hope, if ever I am arraigned +before him in his judicial capacity, he will extend his +benevolent credulity to me in an equal degree, and +give me the benefit of the doubt.</p> + +<p>"It may be in the recollection of those who follow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> +the fluctuations of the Spiritual 'wave' that some +months ago a Dialectical gentleman seized rudely on +the spirit form of Katie, which struggled violently +with him, scratching his face and pulling out his +whiskers, eventually making good its retreat into the +cupboard, where Miss C. was presumably bound hand +and foot. I must confess the fact of that escape +rather prejudiced me in favour of Katie, though I +would rather she had evaporated into thin air, and +left the dialectical whiskers intact. Still it scored a +point on Katie's side, and I eagerly availed myself of +the opportunity to pay my devoirs at the shrine of +Miss C.; the more so as the Professor had asserted +twice that he had seen and handled the form of the +medium while looking on and conversing with that of +the spirit at the same time. If I could retain my +former faith in the Professor, of course this would be +final and my conversion an accomplished fact.</p> + +<p>"We sat no longer in the subterranean breakfast +room of Miss C.'s parental abode; but moved up to +the parlour floor, where two rooms communicated +through folding doors, the front apartment being that +in which we assembled, and the back used as a bedroom, +where the ladies took off their 'things.' This +latter room, be it remembered, had a second room +communicating with the passage, and so with the +universe of space in general. One leaf of the folding +doors was closed, and a curtain hung over the other. +Pillows were placed on the floor, just inside the cur<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span>tain, +and the little medium, who was nattily arrayed +in a blue dress, was laid upon them. We were requested +to sing and talk during 'materialization,' +and there was as much putting up and lowering of +the light as in a modern sensation drama. The Professor +acted all the time as Master of the Ceremonies, +retaining his place at the aperture; and I fear, from +the very first, exciting suspicion by his marked attentions, +not to the medium, but to the ghost. When +it did come it was arrayed according to orthodox +ghost fashion, in loose white garments, and I must +confess with no resemblance to Miss C. We were at +the same time shown the recumbent form of the pillowed +medium, and there certainly was something +blue, which might have been Miss C., or only her +gown going to the wash. By-and-by, however, with +'lights down,' a bottle of phosphorized oil was produced, +and by this weird and uncanny radiance one +or two privileged individuals were led by the 'ghost' +into the back bedroom, and allowed to put their hands +on the entranced form of the medium. I was not of +the 'elect,' but I talked to those who were, and their +opinion was that the 'ghost' was a much stouter, +bigger woman than the medium; and I must confess +that certain unhallowed ideas of the bedroom door +and the adjacent kitchen stairs connected themselves +in my mind with recollections of a brawny servant +girl who used to sit sentry over the cupboard in the +breakfast room. Where was she?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span></p> + +<p>"As a final bonne bouche the spirit made its exit +from the side of the folding door covered by the +curtain, and immediately Miss C. rose up with dishevelled +locks in a way that must have been satisfactory +to anybody who knew nothing of the back door +and the brawny servant, or who had never seen the +late Mr. Charles Kean act in the 'Corsican Brothers' +or the 'Courier of Lyons.'</p> + +<p>"I am free to confess the final death-blow to my +belief that there might be 'something in' the Face +Manifestations was given by the effusive Professor +who has 'gone in' for the Double with a pertinacity +altogether opposed to the calm judicial examination +of his brother learned in the law, and with prejudice +scarcely becoming a F.R.S.</p> + +<p>"I am quite aware that all this proves nothing. +Miss S. and Miss C. may each justify Longfellow's +adjuration—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Trust her not, she is fooling thee;'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>and yet ghosts be as genuine as guano. Only I fancy +the 'wave' of young ladies will have to ebb for a +little while; and I am exceedingly interested in +speculating as to what will be the next 'cycle.' +From 'information I have received,' emanating from +Brighton, I am strongly of opinion that babies are +looking up in the ghost market, and that our next +manifestations may come through an infant phenomenon."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLI" id="CHAPTER_XLI"></a>CHAPTER XLI.</h2> + +<h3>A SÉANCE FOR SCEPTICS.</h3> + + +<p>"Attracted by the prominence recently given to the +subject of Spiritualism in the <i>Times</i>, and undeterred +by that journal's subsequent recantation, or the inevitable +scorn of the <i>Saturday Review</i>, I determined +to test for myself the value of the testimony so +copiously quoted by believers in the modern marvel. +Clearly if certain published letters of the period were +to be put in evidence, Spiritualism had very much the +better, and Science exceedingly little to say for itself. +But we all know that this is a subject on which +scientific men are apt to be reticent. 'Tacere tutum +est' seems the Fabian policy adopted by those who +find this new Hannibal suddenly come from across +sea into their midst. It is moreover a subject about +which the public will not be convinced by any amount +of writing or talking, but simply by what it can see +and handle for itself. It may be of service, then, if +I put on record the result of an examination made +below the surface of this matter.</p> + +<p>"Like most other miracles this particular one evidently +has its phases and comes about in cycles. For +a generation past, or nearly so, Modern Spiritualism<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> +has been so far allied with Table-turning and mysterious +rappings as to have appropriated to itself in +consequence certain ludicrous titles, against which it +vainly protests. Then cropped up 'levitations' and +'elongations' of the person, and Mr. Home delighted +to put red-hot coals on the heads of his friends. +None of these manifestations, however, were sufficient +to make the spiritualistic theory any other than a +huge petitio principii. The Davenports were the first +to inaugurate on anything like an extended scale the +alleged appearance of the human body, or rather of +certain members of the human body, principally arms +and hands, through the peep-hole of their cabinet. +Then came 'spirit-voices' with Mrs. Marshall, and +aërial transits on the part of Mrs. Guppy; then the +entire 'form of the departed' was said to be visible +chez Messrs. Herne and Williams in Lamb's Conduit +Street, whose abode formed Mrs. Guppy's terminus +on the occasion of her nocturnal voyage. Then came +Miss Florence Cook's spirit faces at Hackney, which +were produced under a strong light, which submitted +to be touched and tested in what seemed a very complete +manner, and even held conversations with persons +in the circle. Finally, I heard it whispered that these +faces were being recognised on a somewhat extensive +scale at the séances of Mrs. Holmes, in Old Quebec +Street, where certain other marvels were also to be +witnessed, which decided me on paying that lady a +visit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Even these, however, were not the principal attractions +which drew me to the tripod of the seeress in +Quebec Street. It had been continually urged as an +argument against the claims of Modern Spiritualism, +first, that it shunned the light and clave to 'dark' +circles; secondly, that it was over-sensitive on the +subject of 'sceptics.' Surely, we are all sceptics in +the sense of investigators. The most pretentious +disciple of Spiritualism does not claim to have exhausted +the subject. On the contrary, they all tell us +we are now only learning the alphabet of the craft. +Perhaps the recognised Spirit-faces may have landed +us in words of one syllable, but scarcely more. However, +the great advantage which Mrs. Holmes possessed +in my eyes over all professors of the new art +was that she did not object to sceptics. Accordingly +to Quebec Street I went, for the distinct purpose of +testing the question of recognition. If I myself, or +any person on whose testimony I could rely, established +a single case of undoubted recognition, that, I +felt, would go farther than anything else towards +solving the spiritualistic problem.</p> + +<p>"I devoted two Monday evenings to this business; +that being the day on which Mrs. Holmes, +as she phrases it, 'sits for faces.' On the former of +the two occasions twenty-seven persons assembled, +and the first portion of the evening was devoted to +the Dark Séance, which presented some novel features +in itself, but was not the special object for which I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> +was present. Mrs. Holmes, who is a self-possessed +American lady, evidently equal to tackling any +number of sceptics, was securely tied in a chair. +All the circle joined hands; and certainly, as soon as +the light was out, fiddles, guitars, tambourines and +bells did fly about the room in a very unaccountable +manner, and when the candle was lighted, I found a +fiddle-bow down my back, a guitar on my lap, and a +tambourine ring round my neck. But there was +nothing spiritual in this, and the voice which +addressed us familiarly during the operation may or +may not have been a spirit voice.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Holmes having been released from some very +perplexing knots, avowedly by Spirit power, proceeded +to what is called the 'Ring Test,' and I was +honoured by being selected to make the experiment. +I sat in the centre of the room and held both her +hands firmly in mine. I passed my hands over her +arms, without relaxing my grasp, so as to feel that +she had nothing secreted there; when suddenly a +tambourine ring, jinglers and all, was passed on to +my arm. Very remarkable; but still not necessarily +spiritual. Certain clairvoyants present said they +could witness the 'disintegration' of the ring. I +only felt it pass on to my arm. On the occasion +of my second visit this same feat was performed on +an elderly gentleman, a very confirmed sceptic indeed. +This second circle consisted of twenty persons, many +of them very pronounced disbelievers, and not a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> +little inclined to be 'chaffy.' However all went on +swimmingly.</p> + +<p>"After about an hour of rather riotous dark séance, +lights were rekindled and circles re-arranged for the +Face Séance which takes place in subdued light. In the +space occupied by the folding doors between the front +and back room a large black screen is placed, with an +aperture, or peep-hole, about eighteen inches square, +cut in it. The most minute examination of this back +room is allowed, and I took care to lock both doors, +leaving the keys crosswise in the key-hole, so that +they could not be opened from the outside. We +then took our seats in the front room in three or four +lines. I myself occupied the centre of the first row, +about four feet from the screen, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes +sitting at a small table in front of the screen; the +theory being that the spirits behind collect from their +'emanations' material to form the faces. Soon +after we were in position a most ghostly-looking +child's face appeared at the aperture, but was not +recognised. Several other corpse-like visages followed +with like absence of recognition. Then came +a very old lady's face, quite life-like, and Mrs. Holmes +informed us that the cadaverous people were those +only recently deceased. The old lady looked +anxiously round as if expecting to be recognised, +but nobody claimed acquaintance. In fact no face +was recognised at my first visit. The next was a +jovial Joe Bagstock kind of face which peered quite<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> +merrily round our circle, and lastly came a most life-like +countenance of an elderly man. This face, +which had a strange leaden look about the eyes, came +so close to the orifice that it actually <i>lifted</i> its grey +beard outside. On the occasion of my second visit a +lady present distinctly recognised this as the face of +her husband, and asked the form to show its hand as +an additional mark of identity. This request was +complied with, the figure lifting a thin, white and—as +the widow expressed it—'aristocratic' hand, and kissing +it most politely. I am bound to say there was less +emotion manifested on the part of the lady than I should +have expected under the circumstances; and a young +man who accompanied her, and who from the likeness +to her must have been her son, surveyed his resuscitated +papa calmly through a double-barrelled +opera glass. I am not sure that I am at liberty to +give this lady's name; but, at this second visit, Mrs. +Makdougall Gregory, of 21, Green Street, Grosvenor +Square, positively identified the old lady above-mentioned +as a Scotch lady of title well known to +her.</p> + +<p>"I myself was promised that a relation of my own +would appear on a future occasion; but on neither of +those when I attended did I see anything that would +enable me to test the value of the identifications. The +faces, however, were so perfectly life-like, with the +solitary exception of a dull leaden expression in the +eye, that I cannot imagine the possibility of a doubt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> +existing as to whether they belonged to persons one +knew or not. At all events here is the opportunity +of making the test. No amount of scepticism is a +bar to being present. The appearances are not limited +to a privileged few. All see alike: so that the +matter is removed out of the sphere of 'hallucinations.' +Everything is done in the light, too, as far +as the faces are concerned. So that several not +unreasonable test-conditions are fulfilled in this case, +and so far a step made in advance of previous manifestations.</p> + +<p>"We may well indeed pause—at least I know I did—to +shake ourselves, and ask whereabouts we are. +Is this a gigantic imposture? or are the Witch of +Endor and the Cumæan Sibyl revived in the unromantic +neighbourhood of the Marble Arch, and under +circumstances that altogether remove them from the +category of the miraculous? England will take a +good deal of convincing on this subject, which is evidently +one that no amount of 'involuntary muscular +action,' or 'unconscious cerebration,' will cover. +What if the good old-fashioned ghost be a reality +after all, and Cock Lane no region of the supernatural?</p> + +<p>"What then? Why, one may expect to meet one's +deceased ancestors at any hour of the day or night, +provided only there be a screen for them to 'form' +behind, and a light sufficiently subdued to prevent +disintegration; with, of course, the necessary pigeon-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span>hole +for the display of their venerable physiognomies. +On their side of the question, it will be idle to say, +'No rest but the grave!' for there may not be rest +even there, if Delphic priestesses and Cumæan +Sibyls come into vogue again; and we may as well +omit the letters R. I. P. from our obituary notices as +a purely superfluous form of speech."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Speaking now in my own proper person as author, +I may mention—as I have purposely deferred doing +up to this point—that a light was subsequently struck +at one of Mrs. Holmes's Dark Séances, and that the +discoveries thus made rendered the séance a final one. +Mr. and Mrs. Holmes retired, first to Brighton, and +then to America.</p> + +<p>They were, at the time of my writing, holding +successful séances in the latter place; and public +(Spiritualistic) opinion still clings to the belief that +Mrs. Holmes is a genuine medium.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLII" id="CHAPTER_XLII"></a>CHAPTER XLII.</h2> + +<h3>AN EVENING WITH THE HIGHER SPIRITS.</h3> + + +<p>At the head of social heresies, and rapidly beginning +to take rank as a religious heresy as well, I have no +hesitation in placing modern Spiritualism. Those +who associate this latest mystery only with gyrating +articles of furniture, rapping tables, or simpering +planchettes, are simply in the abyss of ignorance, +and dangerously underrate the gravity of the +subject. The later development of Spirit Faces and +Spirit Forms, each of which I have examined thoroughly, +and made the results of my observations +public, fail to afford any adequate idea of the pitch to +which the mania—if mania it be—has attained. To +many persons Spiritualism forms the ultimatum, not +only in science, but also in religion. Whatever the +Spirits tell them they believe and do as devoutly as +the Protestant obeys his Bible, the Catholic his +Church, or the scientific man follows up the results of +his demonstrations. That is, in fact, the position +they assume. They claim to have attained in matters +of religion to demonstration as clear and infallible as +the philosopher does in pure science. They say no +longer "We believe," but "We know." These people<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> +care little for the vagaries of Dark Circles, or even +the doings of young ladies with "doubles." The +flight of Mrs. Guppy through the air, the elongation +of Mr. Home's braces, the insertion of live coals +among the intricacies of Mr. S. C. Hall's exuberant +locks, are but the A B C which have led them to +their present advanced position. These physical +"manifestations" may do for the neophytes. They +are the initiated. I am the initiated; or I ought to +be, if patience and perseverance constitute serving an +apprenticeship. I have devoted a good portion of my +late life to the study. I have given up valuable +evenings through several consecutive winters to dark +séances; have had my hair pulled, my head thumped +with paper tubes, and suffered other indignities at the +hands of the "Invisibles;" and, worse than all, my +friends have looked upon me as a lunatic for my +pains, and if my enemies could have wrought their +will they would have incarcerated me as non compos, +or made an auto-da-fe of me as a heretic years ago.</p> + +<p>Through sheer length of service, then, if on no +other account, I had grown somewhat blasé with the +ordinary run of manifestations. Spirit Faces no +longer interest me; for I seek among them in vain +the lineaments of my departed friends. Spirit Hands +I shake as unconcernedly as I do those of my familiar +acquaintances at the club or in the street. I have +even cut off a portion of the veil of Miss Florence +Maple, the Aberdeen Spirit, and gone away with it in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> +my pocket: so that it was, at all events, a new sensation +when I received an invitation to be present at a +trance séance, where one of the Higher Spirits communicated +to the assembled things undreamed of in +mundane philosophy. The sitting was a strictly +private one; so I must not mention names or localities; +but this does not matter, as I have no marvels +in the vulgar sense of the word to relate: only +Higher Teachings, which will do just as well with +asterisks or initials as with the names in full.</p> + +<p>The scene, then, was an artist's studio at the West +End of London, and the medium a magnetic lady with +whom I had frequently sat before, though not for the +"Higher" teachings. Her instruction had so far +come in the shape of very vigorous raps, which ruined +my knuckles to imitate them, and in levitation of a +small and volatile chess table, which resisted all my +efforts to keep it to the paths of propriety. This lady +was not young; and I confess frankly this was, to my +thinking, an advantage. When I once told a sceptical +friend about Miss Florence Cook's séance, and +added, triumphantly, "Why, she's a pretty little +simple girl of sixteen," that clenched the doubts of +this Thomas at once, for he rejoined, "What is there +that a pretty little <i>simple</i> girl of sixteen won't do?" +Miss Showers is sweet sixteen, too; and when +"Peter" sings through her in a clear baritone voice, +I cannot, despite myself, help the thought occasionally +flitting across my mind, "Would that you were six-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span>and-twenty, +or, better still, six-and-thirty, instead of +sixteen!" Without specifying to which of the two +latter classes our present medium belonged, one might +venture to say she had safely passed the former. She +was of that ripe and Rubens-like beauty to which we +could well imagine some "Higher" spirit offering +the golden apple of its approval, however the skittish +Paris of the spheres might incline to sweet sixteen. +I had a short time before sat infructuously with this +lady, when a distressing contretemps occurred. We +were going in for a dark séance then, and just as we +fancied the revenants were about to justify the title, +we were startled by a crash, and on my lighting up, +all of the medium I could see were two ankles protruding +from beneath the table. She had fainted +"right off," as the ladies say, and it required something +strong to bring her to. In fact, we all had a +"refresher," I recollect, for sitting is generally found +to be exhausting to the circle as well as to the +medium. On the present occasion, however, everything +was, if not en plein jour, en plein gaz. There +was a good deal of preliminary difficulty as to the +choice of a chair for the medium. Our artist-friend +had a lot of antique affairs in his studio, no two +being alike, and I was glad to see the lady select a +capacious one with arms to it, from which she would +not be likely to topple off when the spirits took +possession. The rest of us sat in a sort of irregular +circle round the room, myself alone being accom<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span>modated +with a small table, not for the purposes of +turning (I am set down as "too physical") but in +order to report the utterances of the Higher Spirits. +We were five "assistants" in all—our host, a young +lady residing with him, another lady well known as a +musical artiste, with her mamma and my unworthy +self. Installed in her comfortable chair, the medium +went through a series of facial contortions, most of +which looked the reverse of pleasing, though occasionally +she smiled benignantly par parenthèse. I was +told—or I understood it so—that this represented +her upward passage through different spheres. She +was performing, in fact, a sort of spiritualistic "Excelsior." +By way of assimilating our minds to the +matter in hand, we discussed the Apocryphal Gospels, +which happened to be lying on the table; and very +soon, without any other process than the facial contortions +having been gone through, the medium +broke silence, and, in measured tones of considerable +benignity, said:—"Friends, we greet you in the +name of our Lord and Master. Let us say the +Lord's Prayer."</p> + +<p>She then repeated the Lord's Prayer, with considerable +alterations from the Authorized Version, especially, +I noticed, inserting the Swedenborgian expressions, +"the Heavens," "on earth;" but also altering +the order of the clauses, and omitting one altogether. +She then informed us that she was ready to answer +questions on any subject, but that we were not bound<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> +to accept any teaching which she—or let us say they, +for it was the spirits now speaking—might give us. +"What did we wish to know?" I always notice +that when this question is asked at a spirit circle +everybody simultaneously shuts up, as though the +desire for knowledge were dried at its source. Nobody +spoke, and I myself was not prepared with a +subject, but I had just been reviewing a Swedenborgian +book, and I softly insinuated "Spiritual +Marriage." It was graciously accepted; and our +Sibyl thus delivered herself:—Mankind, the higher +Spirit or Spirits, said was originally created in pairs, +and the soul was still dual. Somehow or other—my +notes are not quite clear how—the parts had got +mixed up, separated, or wrongly sorted. There were, +however, some advantages in this wrong sorting, which +was so frequent an accident of terrestrial marriage, +since it was possible for people to be too much alike—an +observation I fancied I had heard before, or at +least not so profound a one as to need a ghost "Come +from the dead to tell us that, Horatio!" When the +right halves did get together on earth the good developed +for good, the evil for evil, until they got to +the heavens or the other places—they were all plurals. +Swedenborgianism has an objection to the singular +number; and I could not fail to identify the teaching +of the Higher Spirit at once with that of the New +Jerusalem Church. Two preliminary facts were +brought before us; the Higher Spirits were in theo<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span>logy +Swedenborgian, and in medical practice homœopaths. +So was the Medium. Although there was +no marriage in the spiritual world, in our sense of the +term, there was not only this re-sorting and junction +of the disunited bivalves, but there were actual "nuptials" +celebrated. We were to be careful and understand +that what terrestrials called marriage celestials +named nuptials—it seemed to me rather a distinction +without a difference. There was no need of any +ceremony, but still a ceremony was pleasing and also +significant. I asked if it was true, as I had read in +the Swedenborgian book, that all adult angels were +married. She replied, "Yes; they married from the +age of 18 to 24, and the male was always a few years +older than the female."</p> + +<p>There was a tendency, which I continually had to +check, on the part of the Medium to wander off from +matrimonial to theological subjects; and the latter, +though trite, were scarcely so heterodox as I expected. +I had found most "spiritualistic" teaching to be +purely Theistic. Love to God and man were declared +to be the great essentials, and creeds to matter little. +If a man loved truth, it was no matter how wild or +absurd his ideas might be. The love of God might +seem a merely abstract idea, but it was not so. To +love goodness was to love God. The love of the +neighbour, in the sense of loving all one's kind, might +seem hard, too; but it was not really so. There<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> +were in the sphere where this Intelligence dwelt millions +of angels, or good spirits, working for the salvation +of men.</p> + +<p>I ought to mention that this lady, in her normal +condition, is singularly reticent, and that the "communications" +I chronicle were delivered fluently in one +unbroken chain of what often rose into real eloquence.</p> + +<p>So Christ came for the good of man, and Christ +was not the only Messiah who had appeared on earth. +In the millions of ages that had passed over our +globe, and in the other planets of our solar system, +there had risen up "other men filled with the spirit +of good, and so Sons of God." I here tried to get at +the views of the Higher Spirits on the Divinity of +Christ, but found considerable haziness; at one time +it was roundly asserted, at another it seemed to me +explained away by such expressions as I have quoted +above.</p> + +<p>Our planet, I was informed, had been made the +subject of special care because we were more material, +more "solid" than the inhabitants of any other orb. +There was an essential difference between Christ and +all other great teachers, such as Buddha; and there +were no historical records of any other manifestation +of the Messiah than that we possessed; but such +manifestations had taken place.</p> + +<p>The Spirit then gave us an account of its surroundings, +which is, I believe, purely Swedenborgian. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> +"celestial" angels were devoted to truth, the "spiritual" +angels to goodness; and so, too, there were +the Homes of the Satans, where falsehoods prevailed, +and of the Devils, where evils predominated. Spirits +from each of these came to man and held him in +equilibrio; but gained power as his will inclined towards +them. The will was not altogether free, because +affected by inherited tendencies; but the "determination" +was. I have no idea what the Higher Spirit +meant by this; and I rather fancy the Higher Spirit +was in some doubt itself. It rather put me in mind +of the definition of metaphysics: "If you are talking +to me of what you know nothing about, and I don't +understand a word of what you are saying—that's +metaphysics."</p> + +<p>All can do good, continued the Sibyl. Evil cannot +compel you. Utter only such an aspiration as, "God +help me," and it brings a crowd of angels round you. +From those who came to them from this world, however, +they (the Higher Spirits) found that teachers +taught more about what we were to think than what +we were to do. Goodness was so easy. A right +belief made us happier; but right action was essential.</p> + +<p>Pushed by our host, who was rather inclined to +"badger" the Higher Spirit, as to irresistible tendencies, +the Intelligence said they were <i>not</i> irresistible. +When we arrived in the Spirit World we should find +everything that had occurred in our lives photographed. +You will condemn yourselves, it was added.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> +You will not be "had up" before an angry God. +<i>You</i> will decide, in reference to any wrong action, +whether you could help it. Even in the act of doing +it a man condemns himself; much more so there. +The doctrine of the Atonement was summarily disposed +of as a "damnable heresy." "Does the Great +Spirit want one man to die? It hurts us even to +think of it!"</p> + +<p>I then questioned the Medium with regard to the +resurrection of the body; and was told that man, as +originally created, was a spiritual being, but had +"superinduced" his present body of flesh—how he +managed it I did not quite gather. As to possible +sublimation of corporeal integument, the case of +ghosts was mentioned. It was to no purpose I gently +insinuated I had never seen a ghost, or had the existence +of one properly authenticated. I was told +that if I fired a pistol through a ghost only a small +particle of dust would remain which could be swept +up. I was not aware that even so much would +remain. Fancy "sweeping up" a Higher Spirit!</p> + +<p>I could not help once or twice pausing to look +round on this strange preacher and congregation. +The comfortable-looking lady propped in an arm-chair, +and with an urbane smile discoursing on these +tremendous topics, our little congregation of five, +myself writing away for dear life, the young hostess +nursing a weird-looking black cat; the other young +lady continually harking back to "conjugal" sub<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span>jects, +which seemed to interest her; the mamma +slightly flabbergastered at the rather revolutionary +nature of the communications; and our host every +now and then throwing in a rude or caustic remark. +I dreaded to think what might have been the result +of a domiciliary visit paid by a Commissioner in +Lunacy to that particular studio!</p> + +<p>Back, then, the musical young lady took us to +conjugal pairs. It was very difficult to convey to us +what this conjugal love was like. Was it Elective +Affinity? I asked. Yes; something like that, but +still not that. It was the spontaneous gravitation in +the spheres, either to other, of the halves of the dual +spirit dissociated on earth. Not at all—again in +reply to me—like flirting in a corner. The two, +when walking in the spheres, looked like one. This +conjugal puzzle was too much for us. We "gave it +up;" and with an eloquent peroration on the Dynamics +of Prayer, the séance concluded.</p> + +<p>The Lord's Prayer was again said, with even more +varieties than before; a few extemporaneous supplications +were added. The process of coming-to seemed +even more disagreeable, if one may judge by facial +expression, than going into the trance. Eventually, +to get back quite to earth, our Sibyl had to be demesmerized +by our host, and in a few minutes was partaking +of a ham sandwich and a cup of coffee as +though she had never been in nubibus at all.</p> + +<p>What the psychological condition had been I leave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> +for those more learned than myself to determine. +That some exaltation of the faculties took place was +clear. That the resulting intelligence was of deep +practical import few, I fancy, would aver. Happily +my mission is not to discuss, but to describe; and so +I simply set down my experience in the same terms +in which it was conveyed to me as "An Evening +with the Higher Spirits."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLIII" id="CHAPTER_XLIII"></a>CHAPTER XLIII.</h2> + +<h3>SPIRIT FORMS.</h3> + + +<p>Some years ago I contributed to the columns of a +daily paper an article on Spirit Faces, which was to +me the source of troubles manifold. In the first place, +the inquirers into Spiritualism, whose name I found +to be legion, inundated me with letters, asking me to +take them to the house of pretty Miss Blank, the +medium. Miss Blank might have been going on till +now, holding nightly receptions, without having exhausted +her list of self-invited guests; I had but one +answer; the lady was a comparative stranger to me, +and not a professional medium; ergo, the legion must +ask some one to chaperone them elsewhere. Spirit +Faces had got comparatively common and almost +gone out since I wrote. We are a long way beyond +faces now. Then, again, my second source of trouble +was that forthwith, from the date of my writing, the +Spiritualists claimed me for their own, as Melancholy +did the young gentleman in Gray's elegy. Though I +fancied my paper was only a calm judicial statement +of things seen, and I carefully avoided saying whether +I was convinced or not, I found myself nolens volens +enrolled among the initiated, and expected to devote<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> +about five evenings out of the seven to séances. I +did go, and do go still to a great many; so that I feel +pretty well posted up in the "Latest Intelligence" of +the Spiritual world. But the worst of all is that my +own familiar friends, in whom I trusted, have also +lifted up their heels against me—I mean metaphorically, +of course. "What's the last new thing in +spirits?" they ask me out loud in omnibuses or railway +carriages, causing my fellow-travellers to look at +me in doubt as to whether I am a licensed victualler +or a necromancer. As "bigots feign belief till they +believe," I really begin to have some doubts myself +as to the state of my convictions.</p> + +<p>But I wish to make this paper again a simple statement +of things heard and seen—especially seen. I +flatter myself the title is a nice, weird, ghostly one, +calculated to make people feel uncomfortable about +the small hours of the morning. Should such be the +case—as they say in prefaces—the utmost hopes of +the writer will be realized. When last I communicated +my experiences, the ultimate end we had reached +was the appearance of a white counterpart of pretty +Miss Blank's face at the peep-hole of a corner cupboard. +There were a good many more or less—generally +less—successful imitations of this performance +in various quarters, and the sensation subsided. +Miss B. was still facile princeps from the fact that +she stood full light—I mean her spirit-face did—whilst +all the others leaned to a more or less dim<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span> +religious kind of gloom. In a short time, however, +"Katie"—as the familiar of Miss B. was termed—thought +she would be able to "materialize" herself so +far as to present the whole form, if we re-arranged +the corner cupboard so as to admit of her doing so. +Accordingly we opened the door, and from it suspended +a rug or two opening in the centre, after the +fashion of a Bedouin Arab's tent, formed a semicircle, +sat and sang Longfellow's "Footsteps of Angels." +Therein occurs the passage: "Then the forms of the +departed enter at the open door." And, lo and behold, +though we had left Miss B. tied and sealed to her +chair, and clad in an ordinary black dress somewhat +voluminous as to the skirts, a tall female figure draped +classically in white, with bare arms and feet, did enter +at the open door, or rather down the centre from +between the two rugs, and stood statue-like before +us, spoke a few words, and retired; after which we +entered the Bedouin tent and found pretty Miss B. +with her dress as before, knots and seals secure, and +her boots on! This was Form No. 1, the first I had +ever seen. It looked as material as myself; and on a +subsequent occasion—for I have seen it several times—we +took four very good photographic portraits of it +by magnesium light. The difficulty I still felt, with +the form as with the faces, was that it seemed so +thoroughly material and flesh-and-blood like. Perhaps, +I thought, the authoress of "The Gates Ajar" is right, +and the next condition of things may be more material<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span> +than we generally think, even to the extent of admitting, +as she says, pianofortes among its adjuncts. But +I was to see something much more ghostly than this.</p> + +<p>The great fact I notice about Spiritualism is, that +it is obeying the occult impetus of all great movements, +and steadily going from east to west. From +Hackney and Highbury it gravitates towards Belgravia +and Tyburnia. I left the wilds of Hackney +behind, and neared Hyde Park for my next Form. I +must again conceal names and localities; I have no +desire to advertise mediums, or right to betray persons +who have shown me hospitality—and Spirit Forms. +We arranged ourselves in a semicircle around the +curtains which separated the small back drawing-room +from the large front one, joined hands, sang until we +were hoarse as crows, and kept our eyes steadily fixed +on an aperture left between the curtains for the faces +to show themselves. The room was in blank darkness, +and, feeling rather tired of the incantation, I +looked over my shoulder into the gloom, and lo! a +shadowy form stood self-illuminated not far from me. +At last I had seen it—a good orthodox ghost in white, +and visible in the darkness. It was the form of the +redoubtable John King himself, who was, I believe, a +bold buccaneer in the flesh, but who looked more like +an Arab sheikh in the spirit. He sailed about the +room, talked to us, and finally disappeared. Eventually +he reappeared behind the curtains, and for a brief +space the portière was drawn aside, and the spirit<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span> +form was seen lighting up the recumbent figure of +the medium, who was stretched on a sofa, apparently +in deep trance. It must be borne in mind that we +were forming a cordon round the passage from one +room to the other during the whole of this time. A +trio of "spirits" generally puts in an appearance at +these séances. In this case there were John King, +whom I had now seen, as well as heard; Katie, the +familiar of Miss B.; and a peculiarly lugubrious gentleman +named Peter, who, I fancy, has not been +seen, but who has several times done me the favour +of grasping my hand and hoisting me towards the +ceiling, as though he were going to carry me off bodily +to spirit-land. I stand some six feet in my boots, and +have stepped upon my chair, and still felt the hand +coming downwards to me—where from I have no idea.</p> + +<p>But my later experiences have still to be told. I +was invited a few weeks ago to a very select séance +indeed, where the same medium was to officiate. This +family, who spared no expense in their investigations, +had actually got a large, handsome cabinet standing +in their dining-room as a recognised piece of furniture. +It was only used, however, on this occasion for the +imprisonment of the medium. The evolutions of John +King, who soon appeared, all took place outside the +cabinet door. He was only "materialized" to the +middle; and, to our utter amazement, came up to the +table, and apparently <i>through</i> the table, into the very +middle of the circle, where he disported himself in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span> +various ways, keeping up an animated conversation +the whole time, and frequently throwing himself into +the attitude of a person swimming on his back. He +also went upwards as high as the gasalier, and altogether +did a good many marvellous things, considering +that all this time he presented the appearance of +only half a man illuminated by his own light.</p> + +<p>On one occasion only have I been seated next to +the medium during the manifestation of any of these +forms. At this séance I held him firmly by one +hand, and a slightly sceptical lady had the other. +We never let go for a moment, but during the whole +of the sitting, while John King, Katie, and Peter +were talking, tiny children's hands were playing with +my arm, hands, and hair. There were, of course, no +children in the room. Peter, the lugubrious, is great +at light porterage. I have known him bring a large +collection of valuable Sèvres china, and a timepiece +with its glass case, from the chimney-piece to the +table—no easy task in the light, much less in blank +darkness. He also frequently takes down the pictures +from the wall and puts them on the table. +Katie winds up a large musical box, and wafts it, +while playing, all over the room. Of course we rub +our eyes and ask what on earth, if it be on earth, +does this mean? I have not—to keep up the diction +of my subject—the <i>ghost</i> of an idea. If it's conjuring, +why don't the mediums say so, and enter the +field openly against Messrs. Maskelyne and Cooke<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> +and Dr. Lynn? Even if I had a decided opinion +about it I should refrain from propounding it here, +because, in the first place, it would be an impertinence, +and, in the second, no conclusion can be arrived at +upon testimony alone. People must see for themselves +and draw their own inferences. In the meantime +the thing, whatever it is, grows and grows +upwards. A year ago I had to journey down east to +find it. Now I must array myself gorgeously like a +Staffordshire miner, and seek the salons of the West. +The great desideratum, it still appears to me, is that +some man with a name in science should examine the +matter, honestly resolving to endorse the facts if true, +but to expose them mercilessly if there be a loophole +for suspicion. Omne ignotum pro magnifico habetur. +I used to think ghosts big things, but that was +before I knew them. I should think no more of +meeting a ghost now than a donkey on a dark night, +and would infinitely sooner tackle a spirit than a +burglar. People's curiosity is roused, and the sooner +somebody gets at the truth the better. It is a somewhat +irksome task, it is true; but no general principle +can be arrived at except by an induction of particulars. +Let us be Baconian, even to our ghosts. +If they <i>are</i> ghosts, they are a good deal more substantial +than I had thought. If they are not, let +somebody, in the name of nineteenth-century +science, send them off as with the crow of chanticleer, +and let us hear no more of Spirit Faces or Spirit Forms.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLIV" id="CHAPTER_XLIV"></a>CHAPTER XLIV.</h2> + +<h3>SITTING WITH A SIBYL.</h3> + + +<p>The connexion of modesty with merit is proverbial, +though questioned by Sydney Smith, who says +their only point in common is the fact that each +begins with an—m. Modesty, however—waiving +the question of accompanying merit—is a trait which, +in my mystic inquiries and devious wanderings, I +meet with far more frequently than might be expected. +I have just met with two instances which I +hasten to put on record, if only to confute those who +say that the age in general, and spirit mediums in +particular, are not prone to be modest and retiring. +My first modest person was a Spirit Photographer; +my second was a Sibyl. I might have looked for +bashfulness in the latter, but was certainly surprised +to meet with it in the former. I suddenly learnt +from the Medium the fact that a Spirit Photographer +had settled down in my immediate neighbourhood, +and the appearance of his ghostly advertisement +brings to my recollection some previous mystic experiences +I myself had in this way.</p> + +<p>A now celebrated medium, Mrs. Guppy, née Miss +Nicholl, was, in the days of her maidenhood, a prac<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span>titioner +of photography in Westbourne Grove; and, +as far as I know, she might have been the means of +opening up to the denizens of the Summer Land this +new method of terrestrial operations. Ever on the +qui vive for anything new in the occult line, I at once +interviewed Miss Nicholl and sat for my portrait, expecting +at the least to find the attendant spirit of my +departed grandmamma or defunct maiden aunt standing +sentinel over me, as I saw departed relations +doing in many cartes de visite in the room. I confess +there was a kind of made-up theatrical-property +look about the attendant spirits which gave one the +idea that the superior intelligences must have dressed +in a hurry when they sat or stood for their portraits. +They looked, in fact, if it be not irreverent to say it, +rather like so many bundles of pneumatical rags than +respectable domestic ghosts. However, as long as I +got the ghosts I did not care about the dress. Tenue +de soir point de rigueur, I would have said, as they do +outside the cheap casinos in Paris, or "Evening dress +not required," if one must descend to the vernacular. +Well, I sat persistently and patiently through I am +afraid to say how many operations, and the operator +described me as being surrounded by spirits—I always +am according to Mediums, but my spirits must be +eminently unsociable ones, for they seldom give me a +word, and on this occasion refused to be "taken" as +resolutely as the bashful gentleman in the <i>Graphic</i> +who resisted the operations of the prison officials to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span> +obtain a sun-picture of his interesting physiognomy. +There was indeed a blotch on one of the negatives, +which I was assured was a spirit. I could not see +things in that light.</p> + +<p>Foiled on this particular occasion my anxiety was +dormant, but never died out. I still longed for a +denizen of the other world to put in an appearance, +and kept on being photographed over and over again +until I might have been the vainest man alive, on the +bare hope that the artist might be a Medium malgré +lui or undeveloped. I had heard there were such +beings, but they never came in my way. I was really +serious in this wish, because I felt if it could be +granted, the possibility of deception being prevented, +the objectivity of the phenomena would be guaranteed. +At this time I was heretical enough to believe that +most ghosts were due to underdone pork or untimely +Welsh rare-bits, and that the raps assigned to their +agency were assignable to the active toes of the +Medium which might be anywhere and up to anything +with the opportunities of a dark séance.</p> + +<p>A short time since, however, M. Buguet, a celebrated +French Spirit Photographer came from Paris +to London, and received sitters for the modest sum of +30<i>s.</i> each. This would have been much beyond my +means; but I suppose my wish had transpired, and +that gentleman sent me an invitation to sit gratis, +which, I need not say, I thankfully accepted. I felt +sure that M. Buguet did not know either my long-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span>lost +grandmother or lamented maiden aunt, so that +any portraits I might get from him would be presumably +genuine. I sat; and over my manly form, +when the negative came to be cleaned, was a female +figure in the act of benediction. I have no notion +how she got there—for I watched every stage in the +operation, and selected my plate myself; but neither, +on the other hand, does she bear the faintest resemblance +to anybody I ever knew.</p> + +<p>Still M. Buguet is not my modest photographer. +Elated by success so far, I called on the local gentleman +who advertised in the <i>Medium</i>; but the local +gentleman was "engaged." I wrote to the local +gentleman appointing an interview; but the local +gentleman replied not. Yet still his advertisement +remains; and I see in every spiritualistic album dozens +of "property" relations in the shape of quasi-spirits, +and wonder why the local gentleman would not take +me, so as to be immortalized in these pages.</p> + +<p>Equally modest was the advertising Sibyl. I wrote +to the Sibyl, and somebody replied, and "respectfully +declined." But I was not to be done. There is more +than one Sibyl in the world. I called on No. 2 without +announcing my intention or sending in my name. +This Sibyl at once admitted me, and I mounted to +the first floor front of a respectable suburban lodging-house.</p> + +<p>I waited anxiously for a long time, wondering +whether Sibyl was partaking of the onions, whose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> +presence in that modest domicile was odoriferously +evidenced to my nose, though it was then scarcely +half-past one o'clock. Presently a portly middle-aged +man, who might have been Sibyl's youthful papa, or +rather aged husband, entered, wiping his mouth. He +had clearly been partaking of the fragrant condiment.</p> + +<p>Where was Sibyl?</p> + +<p>"She would be with us directly," the gentleman +said, varying the proceedings by picking his teeth in +the interim.</p> + +<p>She <i>was</i> with us in a minute, and never, I suppose, +did picturesque anticipations more suddenly collapse +and come to grief than mine. I had pictured Sibyl a +bright ethereal being, and the realization of my ideal +weighed twelve stone, if an ounce. She was a big, +fleshy, large-boned woman of an utterly uncertain age, +not without considerable good-nature in her extensive +features; but the pervading idea that you had when +you looked at Sibyl was that there was <i>too much of +her</i>. I could not help thinking of the husband who +said he did not like a big wife: he preferred two small +ones; and then again I fell into wonderment as to +whether the man who was still engaged with his +dental apparatus was Sibyl's husband or papa.</p> + +<p>I told them I was anxious to test Sibyl's powers; +and, with a few passes from his fat dumpy hands, the +man soon put her to sleep. It looked to me like an +after-dinner nap, but I was told it was magnetic. It +might have been. By the way, I had unmistakable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> +evidence from my olfactory organ that Sibyl <i>had</i> been +eating onions.</p> + +<p>I had provided myself with two locks of hair, as I +had heard that "psychometry" was among Sibyl's +qualifications. I handed her the first, and she immediately +proceeded to describe a series of tableaux +which appeared to pass through her mind. She kept +handling the lock of hair, and said, "The person to +whom this belongs is ill—weak," which was true +enough, but might, I thought, be a shot. I should +mention, however, that it was quite impossible Sibyl +could know me. She had not even heard my name. +She then described a bedroom, with some person—she +could not see what person—lying in bed, and a lady +in a blue dress bending over her. This, again, I +thought might flow out as a deduction from her +premises of the hair belonging to an invalid. The +blue dress was correct enough, but still so little +special as to be a very possible coincidence. She then, +however, startled me by saying, "I notice this, that +on the table by the bedside, where the bottles of +medicine are standing, milk has been spilt—a large +quantity—and not wiped up." This was a trivial +detail, not known to me at the time, but confirmed +on subsequent inquiry.</p> + +<p>She then passed on to describe a second tableau, +where the same person in the blue dress was in a room +<i>all hung over with plates</i>, along with a gentleman +whom she described very accurately. He was the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> +occupant of the house where the patient lay, and, +having a hobby for old china, had turned his dining-room +into a sort of crockery shop by hanging it all +over with the delf.</p> + +<p>This was curious enough, though not very convincing. +It seemed as though the influence of this +person who had given me the hair was stronger than +that of the hair itself. With the second lock of hair +we failed utterly. She said that also came from a +sick person, but a person not sick with the same +disease as the other. She was quite positive they +came from different people, and asked me to feel the +difference of texture. I am sorry, for Sibyl's sake, +to say they both came from the same person, and +were cut at the same time, though from different parts +of the head, which made one look silkier than the +other.</p> + +<p>As a test of Sibyl's clairvoyance, this was not very +satisfactory. She read the inscription on a card when +her eyes were bandaged, pressing it to her forehead; +but then olden experiences in the way of blindman's +buff convince me that it is very difficult to say when +a person is properly blinded.</p> + +<p>Altogether, then, I never quite got over my previous +disappointment at Sibyl's bulk. Had she been pretty +and frizzle-headed like Miss Annie Eva Fay, or like +Miss Showers or Miss Florence Cook, I might have +been disposed to make more of her coincidences and +to wink at her failures. We <i>are</i> so liable to be led<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span> +away by our feelings in these matters. Sibyl was +large, had eaten onions, and would have been improved +if she had brushed her hair, and so I am +afraid I rather grudged the somewhat exorbitant fee +which the fat-handed man—not Sibyl—took and +pocketed in an interval of his dental pursuit, and I +passed out from that suburban lodging, none of us, +I fancy, very well satisfied with one another. I have +an idea I unconsciously expressed my inner feelings +of disappointment with Sibyl and something stronger +in reference to her male companion.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLV" id="CHAPTER_XLV"></a>CHAPTER XLV.</h2> + +<h3>SPIRITUALISTS AND CONJURERS.</h3> + + +<p>"How it's done" is the question which, in the +words of Dr. Lynn, we want to settle with reference +to his own or kindred performances, and, still more, +in the production of the phenomena known as spiritual. +I have spent some years of my existence in +a hitherto vain endeavour to solve the latter problem; +and the farther I go, the more the mystery seems to +deepen. Of late, the two opposed parties, the Spiritualists +and the Conjurers, have definitely entered +the arena, and declared war to the knife. Each +claims to be Moses, and denounces the others as +mere magicians. Mr. Maskelyne holds a dark séance, +professing to expose the spiritualistic ones; Dr. Lynn +brandishes against them his strong right arm upon +which is written in letters all of blood the name +of one's deceased grandmother, while, in return, +Dr. Sexton exposes the conjurers, and spoils one's +enjoyment of a hitherto enjoyable evening, by +showing "how it's done"—how the name of one's +departed relative is forged and painted early in the +afternoon, instead of "coming out" on the spot—and +in spots—like measles or nettle-rash (as we feel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> +defunct relations ought to come) or walking in and +out of the corded box at pleasure, and even going so +far as to give the address of the clever mechanist +down a by-street near Notting-hill Gate, who will +make the mysterious packing case to order in return +for a somewhat heavy "consideration."</p> + +<p>I accepted Dr. Lynn's invitation to be present on +his "opening night;" and wondered, in passing, why +everybody should not make their cards of invitation +such thorough works of art as his. Now I am going +to do even-handed justice all the way round; and I +must say that Dr. Lynn's experiment of fastening +his attendant to a sort of penitential stool with +copper wire, surrounded by scrutineers from the +audience, and then making the man's coat come off, +and a ring pass over his arm, behind a simple rug +held in front of him, is quite as wonderful as anything +I have ever witnessed at a séance. It has the +great advantage of being done in the light, instead +of, as in Mr. Fay's case, in darkness, and without a +cabinet. In fact, I have no idea how it's done; +though I have no doubt the first time I see +Dr. Sexton he will point to something unsatisfactory +in the bolts to which that doorkeeper is fastened, +and give me the addresses of the ironmonger who +will sell me some like them, or the tailor who will +manufacture me a swallow tail coat with an imperceptible +slit down the back. Then again, I have, as +I said, seen young Mr. Sexton go in and out of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> +corded box, and I know how that's done; but +Dr. Lynn's man goes into three, one inside the other. +Well, I can understand that if Dr. Sexton's theory +be correct, it may perhaps be as easy to get into a +"nest" of three as into one box; but how, in the +name of nature—or art—does the nautical gentleman +get out of the double sack in which he is tied? I +cannot bring myself to print what Dr. Sexton's +theory of the box is, because it appears to be such a +wanton cruelty to "expose" things when people go +to the Egyptian Hall on purpose to be mystified. +I remember how the fact of having seen Dr. Sexton +do the trick of reading the names in the hat spoilt +my enjoyment of Dr. Lynn's experiment. He really +appeared quite bungling when I knew all he was +about. He did not, on this occasion, produce the +letters on his arm; but I saw he could quite easily +have done so, though the doing it would have been +no sort of reproduction of Mr. Forster's manifestation, +who showed you the name of some relative +when you had looked in on him quite unexpectedly. +I can quite understand how it is that the spiritualists, +who hold these matters to be sacred as revelation +itself—in fact, to be revelation itself, are shocked at +seeing their convictions denounced as trickery and +"exposed" on a public platform; but I confess I do +not quite see how they can adopt the tu quoque +principle, and "expose" Dr. Lynn and Messrs. +Maskelyne and Cooke as tricksters, because they do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> +not pretend to be anything else. It would have +been fatal if the magicians had "found out" Moses, +and they wisely refrained from trying; but it would +have served no purpose for Moses to "find out" the +magicians: and it strikes me Moses would have +deemed it very infra dig. to make the attempt. The +two things stand on quite different grounds; and I +cannot help thinking that the spiritualists unwisely +concede a point when they accept the challenge of +the conjurers. I am quite aware that the theory of +the spiritualists makes of many a conjurer a medium +malgré lui, and says he ought to come out in his +true colours. It was so Messrs. Maskelyne and +Cooke were originally introduced to a London public +at the Crystal Palace under the auspices of an +eminent spiritualist; but it really appears to me +that such an assertion amounts to begging the +question; for I doubt whether it would not "pay" +quite as well to come out boldly in Mr. Williams's +or Mr. Morse's line as in that of Dr. Lynn or +Mr. Maskelyne.</p> + +<p>In a lengthened confab which I once had with +Mr. Maskelyne himself after one of his performances, +he told me that by constant attendance at the séances +of the Davenports he found out how that was all +done; and, being a working watchmaker, was able +soon to get the necessary apparatus constructed. I +must again be just, and state that while the cabinet +séance of Messrs. Maskelyne and Cooke seems to me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> +the exact counterpart of the Davenports', their dark +séance fails to reproduce that of the spiritualists as +the performances of Professor Pepper himself. True, +this latter gentleman does all his exposés on a platform +which is sacred against all intrusion, and +Messrs. Maskelyne and Cooke assume to allow as +much examination as the spiritualists. But I myself, +who have seen Mr. Home float around Mr. S. C. +Hall's drawing-room, and handled him above and +below in transitu, quite fail to discern any reproduction +of that phenomenon in the heavy, lumbering +levitation of the lady by means of the scissors-like +apparatus behind her, which we are only privileged +to behold from the stalls. The dancing walking-stick +is as palpably made terpsichorean by a string +as the chairs I have seen cross Mr. Hall's drawing-room +in full light were not drawn by strings, for I +was able to look closely at them; and I do not know +how that was done.</p> + +<p>Fresh from Dr. Lynn's really marvellous performances +of recent times, and with Messrs. +Maskelyne and Cooke's equally clever tricks in my +mind's eye, though not quite so recently, I still am +bold to say I believe there are still six of one to half-a-dozen +of the other. If the conjurers reproduce +the spiritual phenomena in some instances, the spiritualists +distance the conjurers in others. I speak +of phenomena only. The magicians produced many +of the same phenomena as Moses; but, even so, if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> +we are orthodox we must believe the source of such +manifestations to have been utterly different.</p> + +<p>But I am, as I said, wise in my generation, and +stick to phenomena. I venture to think the conjurers +unwise in irritating the spiritualists, who are a growing +body, by placarding their entertainment as exposés, +even though such announcements may "draw" the +non-spiritual public. I suppose, however, they understand +the science of advertising better than I do; +but I feel sure the spiritualists are unwise to follow +their example, because they have got nothing to +expose. Dr. Lynn or Messrs. Maskelyne and Cooke +are as much pleased as conscientious mediums would +be shocked at being proved clever tricksters. The +only folks who are injured by being told "how it's +done," are the British Public, who pay their five +shillings to be mystified at the Egyptian Hall, just +as the spiritualists do in Lamb's Conduit Street.</p> + +<p>If it is to come to a race for the championship—and +seriously it would seem that, having begun, the +two parties are bound to continue the strife—one +can scarcely imagine anything more attractive than +such a combined display of talent. Dr. Lynn gets +lots of people to come and see "How it's done"—the +gentleman with the mandolin is well worth a +visit, and I cannot guess how he does it—while +Messrs. Maskelyne and Cooke must really be making +a good thing of it. Mr. Williams's séances are decidedly +attractive (and how he does it has puzzled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> +me for years, as I said), nor does the Progressive +Institute seem to decrease in interest; but let us +only picture the fascination of a long evening where +Pepper's Ghost should be pitted against John King, +Mrs. Guppy and Messrs. Maskelyne and Cooke's +lady float in competition round the room or even +in from the suburbs, while the Davenports and +Dr. Lynn's man should wriggle out of or into iron +rings and their own dress coats! Until some such +contest takes place, the public mind will probably +gravitate towards the conjurers rather than the spiritualists, +and that through the actually suicidal +policy of the latter; because while the spiritualists +of necessity can show no visible source of their manifestations, +one of their own rank devotes himself to +aiding the conjurers by showing in reference to their +tricks, "How it's done." It would have been wiser, +surely, to stand upon dignity, and in a truly conservative +spirit (is it too late even now to reassume +it?), say, "These men are mediums, but it does not +suit their pockets to confess it."</p> + +<p>Well, they are signs of the times. London loves +to be mystified, and would only have one instead of +manifold methods to be so if the spiritualists and +conjurers were to strike hands, and reduce us all to +the dead level of pure faith or relentless reason and +cold common sense!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLVI" id="CHAPTER_XLVI"></a>CHAPTER XLVI.</h2> + +<h3>PROS AND CONS OF SPIRITUALISM.</h3> + + +<p>It has been repeatedly urged upon me on previous +occasions, and also during the progress of these sheets +through the press, that I should make a clean breast +of my own belief or disbelief in spiritualism; that +besides being descriptive, I should go one step beyond +a mere catalogue of phenomena, and, to some extent +at least, theorize on this mysterious and generally +proscribed subject.</p> + +<p>Let me say at the outset that against the proscription +of this, or indeed any topic which does not offend +against morals, I would at the very outset protest as +the height of unwisdom. Thus to taboo a subject is +at once to lend it a factitious interest, and more than +half to endorse its truth: and I believe modern +spiritualism has been very generally treated in this +way. Whether truth has gained by such indiscriminate +condemnation and prejudgment is, I think, +greatly open to question.</p> + +<p>For myself, I have, from the first, steadily refused +to look upon spiritualism in this bugbear fashion. +The thing was either true or false—or, more probably +still, partly true and partly false: and I must bring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> +to bear on the discovery of its truth or falsehood, just +the same critical faculties that I should employ on +any other problem of common life. That, I fancy, is +no transcendental view of the matter; but just the +plain common sense way of going to work. It was, +at all events, right or wrong, the method I adopted to +get at such results as I proceed to make public. I +declined to be scared from the study either by Bogey +or my esteemed friend Mrs. Grundy, but went at it +just in the calm Baconian inductive method in which +I should have commenced any other study or pursuit.</p> + +<p>What I want to do is to tabulate these results in +the same order as that in which they occurred to me; +and here I am met by a preliminary difficulty, not incidental +to this subject only, but common to any +narrative where we have to take a retrospective glance +over a number of years. We are apt to view the +subject from our present standpoint; and I shall try +to avoid this by quoting, whenever I can, what I published, +or committed to writing in the course of my +investigations. I shall not cull from others, because +I want to make this purely a personal narrative.</p> + +<p>Let me add, too, I do not in the least expect +persons to believe what I say. Some, I think, will +regard me as a harmless (<i>if</i> a harmless) lunatic, on +account of certain statements I may have to make. +Others will consider the whole thing as decidedly unorthodox +and "wrong." For each of these issues I am +prepared. I would not have believed any one else if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span> +they had, prior to my experience, told me what I am +going to tell them here; and therefore I do not +expect them to believe me. All I hope to do is to +interest persons sufficiently in the subject to induce +them to look into the matter on their own account; +for verily I believe, as a distinguished spiritualist +once said to me, that this thing is either an important +truth or else one of the biggest swindles ever palmed +off upon humanity.</p> + +<p>One word more, and I proceed to my narrative. +Of the three aspects under which it is possible to view +spiritualism, the scientific, the theological, and the +social, I shall not touch at all on the first since I am +not a scientific man; shall only glance at the second, +because this is not the place for a theological discussion. +I shall confine myself to the third, therefore, +which I call the social aspect; looking at the subject +as a question of the day, the truth about which we +are as much interested in solving as any other political +or social question, but the investigation of which need +not make us get excited and angry and call one another +bad names. I venture to hope that by these +means I may manage to compile a not unedifying or +uninteresting narrative, though our subject be withal +somewhat a ponderous one.</p> + +<p>In order then to cover the preliminary part of my +narrative, and to let my readers somewhat into +the state of my own mind, when I had looked at the +subject for several years, I will quote some extracts<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span> +from a paper I read before a society of spiritualists at +the Beethoven Rooms a few years ago under the title +"Am I a Spiritualist?" I may mention that the +assembly was divided, and never decided whether I +was or not, and what is more, I do not think they are +quite decided to the present day. I am a patient investigator +still; but I really do not feel it necessary to issue +perpetual bulletins as to the state of my convictions.</p> + +<p>Taking as my thesis, then, the question, Am I a +Spiritualist? it will certainly appear, at first sight, I +said, that the person best qualified to answer this +question is precisely the person who puts it; but a +little consideration will, I think, show that the term +"Spiritualist" is one of such wide and somewhat +elastic meaning—in fact, that the word varies so +widely according to the persons who use it—that the +question may really be asked of one's self without +involving an inconsistency.</p> + +<p>When persons ask me, as they often do, with a +look of unmitigated horror, "Is it possible that you, +a clergyman, are a spiritualist?" I am often inclined +to answer, "Yes, madam,"—(for it is generally a lady +who puts the question in that particular shape)—"I +<i>am</i> a spiritualist, and precisely because I am a clergyman. +I have had to express more than once my +unfeigned assent and consent to the Common Prayer +Book, and the Thirty Nine Articles; and that involves +belief in the inspiration of all the Bible (except the +Apocrypha), and the whole of that (<i>not</i> excepting the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> +Apocrypha) is spiritual, or spiritualistic (if you prefer +the term) from beginning to end; and therefore it is +not <i>in spite of</i> my being a clergyman, but <i>because</i> I am +a clergyman that I am such a confirmed spiritualist."</p> + +<p>I could answer thus, only I do not, simply because +to do so would be dishonest. I know my questioner +is using the word in an utterly different sense from +what I have thought proper to suppose. Besides +such an answer would only lead to argumentation, +and the very form of the question shows me the +person who puts it has made up her mind on this, as +probably on most other subjects; and when a feminine +mind is once made up (others than ladies have feminine +minds on these subjects) it is very little use +trying to alter it. I never do. I administer some +orthodox verbal sedative, and change the subject. +But even accepting the term in the way I know it is +meant to be used—say, for instance, as it comes from +the mouth of some conservative old gentleman, or supposed +scientific authority—one's medical man to wit—"Do +you believe in spiritualism?" meaning "Are +you such an ass as to believe in table-turning, and +rapping, and all that kind of nonsense?"—even so, +the question would admit of being answered by another +question; though I rarely enter so far on the matter +with those whose minds are evidently quite comfortably +made up on the matter. It is such a pity to interfere +with cherished opinions. I have found out that there +are Athanasian creeds in science as well as in theology;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span> +and really, whilst they form recognised formulæ in +the one or the other, it is positively lost labour to go +running one's head against them. The question I +want to ask—not the gentle apothecaries, but my +readers—is, What do you mean by believing in +spiritualism? Many of the phenomena of spiritualism +I cannot but believe, if I am to take my five +senses as my guides in this as in other matters, and +quite setting aside any credence I may give to +respectable testimony. When, however, I pass from +facts to theories, and am asked to account for those +facts, then I hesitate. There are some here, I know, +who will say that the spiritualist like the lady who +hesitates is lost—who think me as heterodox for +doing so, as the inflexible old ladies and the omniscient +apothecaries did on account of my even +deigning to look into the evidence of such phenomena. +I feel really that I have set myself up like an animated +ninepin to be knocked down by the first +thorough-going spiritualist who cares to bowl at me. +But whatever else they think of me—sceptical though +they deem me on subjects where perhaps you are, +many of you, a little prone to dogmatize—I claim +the character at least of an honest sceptic. I do not +altogether disavow the title, but I understand it to +mean "inquirer." I confess myself, after long years +of perfectly unbiassed inquiry, still an investigator—a +sceptic. It is the fashion to abuse St. Thomas +because he sought sensible proofs on a subject which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span> +it was certainly most important to have satisfactorily +cleared up. I never could read the words addressed +to him at all in the light of a rebuke—"Because +thou hast seen thou hast believed." The Church of +England treats the doubt of St. Thomas as permitted +by God "for the more confirmation of the faith;" and +I feel sure that professed spiritualists will not be so +inconsistent as to censure any man for examining +long and carefully matters which they believe to +admit of demonstration. I heard the most eloquent +of their advocates say, when comparing spiritual +with credal conviction, "Our motto no longer is 'I +believe,' but 'I know.'" Belief may be instantaneous, +but knowledge will be gradual; and so it is +that, standing at a certain fixed point in very many +years' study of spiritualism, I pause, and—so to say, +empanelling a jury—ask the question it seems I ought +to answer at others' asking—Am I a Spiritualist?</p> + +<p>One word of apology further before entering on the +details of the matter. It will be inevitable that the +first personal pronoun shall recur frequently in the +course of this paper, and that so the paper shall seem +egotistical. The very question itself sounds so. I am +not vain enough to suppose that it matters much to +anybody here whether I am a spiritualist or not, +except in so far as I may be in any sense a representative +man. I believe I am. That is, I believe, +nay, am sure, that a great many persons go as far as +I do, and stop where I stop. There is a largish body<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span> +of investigators, I believe, dangling there, like +Mahomet's coffin, between heaven and earth, and it +would be a charity to land them somewhere. Of the +clerical mind, I do <i>not</i> claim to be a representative, +because the clerical mind, quâ clerical, has made up +itself that the phenomena in question are diabolical. +Of course if I accepted this theory my question would +be utterly irrelevant, and I should claim a place +among the spiritualists at once. The diabolical +people not only accept the phenomena, but admit +their spiritual origin, and, more than this, identify +the spirits. They are in point of fact the most +thorough-going spiritualists of all.</p> + +<p>In sketching their creed, I have mentioned the +three stages through which most minds must go in +this matter. Some few, indeed, take them by intuition, +but most minds have to plod patiently along the path +of inquiry, as I have done. The first stage is acceptance +of the phenomena, the second the assignment of +those phenomena to spirits as their source, the third +is identification of these spirits.</p> + +<p>1. On the first part of my subject I shall venture +to speak with some boldness. I am not a philosopher, +therefore I can afford to do so. I shall suppose my +five senses to serve my purposes of observation, as +they would be supposed to serve me if I were giving +evidence in a court of justice. If I saw a table move, +I shall say <i>it did</i> move, not "it appeared to move." +I do this in my capacity of a commonplace instead of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span> +a philosophical investigator; and I must say, if I +were, as I supposed myself just now, in the witness-box, +with a good browbeating counsel cross-examining +me on this point, I would rather have to defend the +position of the commonplace inquirer than the +philosopher, pledged to defend the philosophy of the +last fifty years, and bound hand and foot by his +philosophic Athanasian Creed, and I don't know how +many articles, more than thirty-nine, I fancy.</p> + +<p>In the latter part of the year 1856, or beginning of +1857, then, I was residing in Paris, that lively capital +being full of Mr. Home's doings at the Tuileries. At +that time I knew nothing, even of table-turning. I +listened to the stories of Mr. Home and the Emperor +as mere canards. I never stopped to question whether +the matter were true, because I in my omniscience +knew it to be impossible. It is this phase of my +experience that makes me so unwilling to argue with +the omniscient people now; it is such a waste of +time. At this period my brother came to visit me, +and he had either been present himself or knew +persons who had been present at certain séances at +Mr. Rymer's. He seemed staggered, if not convinced, +by what he had heard or seen, and this staggered me +too, for he was not exactly a gullible person and +certainly by no means "spiritual." I was staggered, +I own, but then I was omniscient, and so I did what +is always safest, laughed at the matter. He suggested +that we should try experiments instead of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span> +laughing, and, not being a philosopher, I consented. +We sat at the little round table in our tiny salon, +which soon began to turn, then answered questions, +and finally told us that one of the three, viz., my +wife, was a medium, and consequently we could +receive communications. I went to a side table and +wrote a question as to the source of the manifestations, +keeping it concealed from those at the table, +and not rejoining them myself. The answer spelt out +by them was—"We, the spirits of the departed, are +permitted thus to appear to men." Again I wrote—"What +object is served by your doing so?" The +answer was—"It may make men believe in God." +I have said I am not a philosopher, therefore I do not +mind confessing that I collapsed. I struck my flag +at once as to the <i>impossibility</i> of the matter. At the +same time I did not—as I know many ardent spiritualists +will think I ought—at once swallow the +whole thing, theory and all. I should not have +believed if a man had told me this; was it to be expected +that I should believe a table? Honesty is my +best policy; and I had better, therefore, say I +was never so utterly knocked over by anything that +occurred to me in my life before or since. My visage +of utter, blank astonishment is a joke against me to +this hour. We pursued the inquiry almost nightly +during the remainder of my stay in Paris—up to late +in the summer of 1857 that is—and also on our return +to England; but, strangely as it seems to me now,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> +considering how we began, we did it more as a pastime +than anything else. The only time we were +serious was when my wife and I sat alone, as we often +did. Of course when I came to inquire at all into +the matter I was met by Faraday's theory of involuntary +muscular action, and also with the doctrine of +unconscious cerebration—I was quite ready to accept +either. My own position, as far as I can recall it, +then was that the spiritual agency was "not proven." +My wife had great reluctance against admitting the +spiritual theory. I was simply passive; but two circumstances +seemed to me to militate against the +theories I have mentioned: (1.) The table we used +for communicating was a little gimcrack French +affair, the top of which spun round on the slightest +provocation, and no force whatever, not even a philosopher's, +applied to the surface would do more than +spin the top round; but when the table turned, <i>it +turned bodily, legs and all</i>. (2.) As to that ponderously +difficult theory of unconscious cerebration communicated +by involuntary muscular action, whenever we +asked any questions as to the future, we were instantly +checked, and told it was better that the future +should not be revealed to us. I was anxious about a +matter in connexion with an election to an appointment +in England, and we asked some questions as to +what form the proceedings would take. The reply +was that certain candidates would be selected from +the main body, and the election made from these.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> +I thought I had caught the table in an inconsistency, +and said—"There now you <i>have</i> told us something +about the future." It immediately replied—"No, I +have not; the matter is already settled in the minds +of the examiners." Whence came that answer? +Certainly not from our minds, for it took us both by +surprise. I could multiply a hundredfold instances +of this kind, but, of course, to educated spiritualists +these are mere A B C matters; whilst non-spiritualists +would only accept them on the evidence of their +own senses. I do not mean to say they actually +question the facts to the extent of doubting one's +veracity, or else nearly all testimony must go for +nothing; but there is in these matters always room +for doubting whether the narrator has not been deceived; +and, moreover, even if accepted at secondhand, +I doubt whether facts so accepted ever become, +as it were, assimilated, so as to have any practical +effect.</p> + +<p>My facts at all events came at first-hand. I suppose +a man need not be considered credulous for +believing in his own wife, and nearly all these phenomena +were produced by my wife's mediumship. It +was not until late in the year 1865 or early in 1866, +that I ever sat with a professional medium. My +wife, moreover, from first to last, has steadily disbelieved +the spirit theory, so that she has not laid +herself open to suspicion of being prejudiced in favour +of the subject. She has been emphatically an in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span>voluntary, +nay, even unwilling agent in these +matters.</p> + +<p>During these eight or nine years the communications +were generally given by automatic writing, +though sometimes still by tilting of the table. I am +very much tempted to quote two, which linger in my +recollection, principally, I believe, because they were +so destructive of the cerebration theory, besides being +curious in themselves. I kept no records until a later +date. At present all rests on tradition. Each of +these cases occurred in presence of myself, my wife, +and a pupil. In the former, he was a young Englishman, +who had lived a great deal abroad, whose mother +was a Catholic and father a Protestant. He had been +brought up in the latter faith; and when I desired +him to ask a mental question, he asked, in French—that +being the language most familiar to him—"Is +the Catholic or the Protestant religion the true one?" +Mark you, he never articulated this, or gave the least +hint that he was asking in French. He did it in +fact, spontaneously. My wife immediately wrote +"Ta mère est Catholique"—so far, in French, with +difficulty, and then breaking off into English, +"Respect her faith."</p> + +<p>In the second instance, my pupil was a French +youth, a Catholic, who was living in my house, but +used to go to his priest frequently to be prepared for +his first communion. One day when we were writing, +this youth asked who the communicating spirit was,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span> +and received in reply the name of Louis D——. +The name was totally unknown to us; but to our +surprise when the youth came back from his visit to +the priest that day he informed us that his reverend +instructor had dwelt strongly on the virtues of Louis +D——. Seeing the boy look amazed as the name +which had just been given at our séance was pronounced, +the priest inquired the reason; and, on +being informed, of course directed his catechumen +never to join in such diablerie again.</p> + +<p>The impression, then, left on my mind by these +years of desultory dabbling with—rather than study +of—the subject, was decidedly that the phenomena of +spiritualism were genuine. Looking at the matter +from my present standpoint and frame of mind, it +seems to me incredible that I should have thought +so little of the source of the phenomena. It was, as +I said, that I was then dabbling with, not studying, +the subject.</p> + +<p>But even without advancing beyond this rudimentary +stage, I saw a very serious result produced. +I saw men who literally believed in nothing, and who +entered on this pursuit in a spirit of levity, suddenly +staggered with what appeared to afford even possibility +of demonstration of another world, and the +continued existence of the spirit after bodily death. +I believe a great many persons who have never felt +doubt themselves are unaware of the extent to which +doubt prevails amongst young men especially; and I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> +have seen many instances of this doubt being—if not +removed—shaken to its very foundation by their witnessing +the phenomena of spiritualism. "Yes, but +did it make good consistent Christians of them?" +asks one of my excellent simple-minded objectors. +Alas! my experience does not tell me that good consistent +Christians are so readily made. Does our +faith—I might have asked—make <i>us</i> the good consistent +Christians it ought to do, and would do +perhaps, if we gave it fair play?</p> + +<p>So, then, my study of spiritualism had been +purely phenomenal. It was a very sad and serious +event which drove me to look deeper. Some people +will, I daresay, think it strange that I allude to this +cause here. The fact that I do so shows, at all events, +that I have looked seriously at spiritualism since. It +was none other than the loss, under painful circumstances, +of one of my children. Now I had always +determined that, in the event of my losing one near +and dear to me, I would put spiritualism to the test, +by trying to communicate with that one. This will, +I think, show that, even then, if I did not accept the +spiritualistic theory, I did not by any means consider +the position untenable. The very day after my boy's +death, I got his mother to sit, and found she was +writing a little loving message purporting to come +from him. This, a sceptic would say, was natural +enough under the circumstances. I said no word, +but sat apart, and kept writing "Who is it that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span> +communicates? write your name." Suddenly the +sentence was broken off, and the child's name written, +though I had not expressed my wish aloud. This +was strange; but what followed was stranger still. +Of course, so far all might have been fairly attributed +to cerebration—if such a process exists. It was +natural enough, it might be urged, that the mother, +previously schooled in the belief of the probability of +communication, should write in her lost child's name. +For years the same thing never occurred again, though +we sat night after night for the purpose of renewing +such communications. I can certainly say of myself +that, at this time, I <i>was</i> a spiritualist—as thorough +and devout a one as any existing; and the fact +that I was so, when carried away by my feelings, +makes me the more cautious to test and try myself +as to whether my feelings may not sometimes sway +my judgment even now; whether the wish be not +often father of the thought, at all events in the identification +of spiritual communications, and so, possibly, +of the spiritual nature of such communications altogether.</p> + +<p>However, from this time—the autumn of 1865—my +spiritual studies underwent an entire change—they +<i>were</i> studies—serious studies. I now kept a +careful journal of all communications, which journal +I continued for three years, so that I can trace all my +fluctuations of opinion—for I did fluctuate—during +that period. Now, too, it was necessary for me to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> +consult those who had already gone deeply into the +subject; and the record of my experiences would be +both imperfect and ungracious if I did not here +acknowledge the prompt kindness of the two gentlemen +to whom I applied—Mr. Benjamin Coleman +and Mr. Samuel Carter Hall. I was comparatively a +stranger to each of them, but they replied to my inquiries +with the most ready courtesy, and I am happy +to date my present friendship with each of them +from this time. At Mr. Hall's I met Mr. Home, and +on the second occasion of my doing so, not only saw +him float, but handled him above and below during +the whole of the time he floated round Mr. Hall's +drawing-room. I am unphilosophical enough to say +that I entirely credit the evidence of my senses on +that occasion, and am as certain that Mr. Home was +in space for five minutes as I am of my own +existence. The ordinary solution of cranes and +other cumbrous machinery in Mr. Hall's drawing-room +I cannot credit, for I think we should have seen +them, and I am sure I should have felt ropes round +Mr. Home's body. Chairs went from one end of the +room to the other <i>in full light</i>; and nobody had previously +tumbled over strings and wires, so that I don't +think there could have been any there.</p> + +<p>I fancy, as far as any order is traceable in the somewhat +erratic course of spiritualistic experiences, that +most people arrive at spiritualism viâ mesmerism. +It so happened that this order was exactly inverted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span> +in my case. It was not until 1866 that I found I +possessed the power of magnetism, and moreover, had +in my house a subject whom Alphonse Didier (with +whom I afterwards put myself in communication) declared +to be "one in a thousand." Some of the +details of this lady's case are very curious, but this is +scarcely the place to dilate upon them further than as +they affected my spiritualistic studies. She passed +with extraordinary ease into the condition of lucidity, +when she was conscious only of basking in light, +anxious to be magnetized more deeply so as to get +more thoroughly into the light, and, moreover, aware +only of the existence of those who had passed away +from earth. She knew they were with her: said I +<i>must</i> know it, as I was there too, and that it was I +only who would not "let her" see them. The fact +that "our life is twofold" was to me most marvellously +brought out by my magnetic treatment of this +lady; and, moreover, the power of influencing action +could not fail to be suggestive of the truth of one of +the cardinal doctrines of spiritualism—that we are +thus influenced by disembodied spirits, as I, an embodied +spirit, could influence another spirit in the +body. Some of the likes and dislikes which I, so to +say, produced then in 1866 have remained to the +present hour. For instance, one particular article of +food (I will not mention what, or it would be fatal to +my reader's gravity), for which she previously had a +penchant, I rendered so distasteful to her that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> +very smell of it now makes her uncomfortable. I +must plead guilty to having experimented somewhat +in this way; but what a wonderful light it sheds upon +the great problem of the motives of human action! +By the simple exercise of my will I could make my +patient perform actions the most abhorrent to her. +For instance—the ladies will appreciate this power—at +a time when crinolines were extensive, I made that +poor creature draggle about in a costume conspicuous +by the absence of crinoline, and making her look like +some of the ladies out of a Noah's ark.</p> + +<p>During this period my wife and I constantly sat +alone, and she wrote. It is no disrespect to her to +say that writing is not her forte, but the communications +she made in this way were exceedingly +voluminous, and couched in a particularly happy +style, though on subjects far above the range of +ordinary compositions. We never obtained a single +communication purporting to come from our child, +but the position claimed by the communicating intelligence +was that of his spirit-guardian.</p> + +<p>Having now probably said enough in these confessions +to convince every non-spiritualist that I am +insane, because I believed the evidence of my senses, +and even ventured to look into matters so unorthodox +and unscientific as mesmerism and spiritualism, I go +on to "make a clean breast," and set myself wrong +with the other moiety of my readers. I must +candidly confess that the experiences of this year<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> +(1866) did not confirm my sudden conviction of the +spiritual agency in these phenomena. I drifted +back, in fact, to my previous position, accepting the +phenomena, but holding the cause an open question. +The preface to the book, "From Matter to Spirit," +exactly expressed—shall I say expresses?—my state +of mind. There is one passage in that preface which +appears to me to clinch the difficulty—"I am perfectly +convinced that I have both seen and heard, +in a manner which should make unbelief impossible, +things called spiritual, which cannot be taken by a +reasonable being to be capable of explanation by imposture, +coincidence, or mistake. So far I feel the +ground firm under me. But when it comes to what +is the cause of these phenomena I find I cannot adopt +any explanation which has yet been suggested. If +I were bound to choose among things which I can +conceive, I should say that there is some sort of action—some +sort of combination of will, intellect, and physical +power, which is not that of any of the human +beings present. But thinking it very likely that the +universe may contain a few agencies, say half a million, +about which no man knows anything, I cannot but +suspect that a small proportion of these agencies, say +five thousand, may be severally competent to the production +of all the phenomena, or may be quite up to +the task among them. <i>The physical explanations +which I have seen are easy, but miserably insufficient: +the spiritual hypothesis is sufficient but ponderously difficult.</i>"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> +This statement is natural enough from the +scientific side of the question. Perhaps the theological +inquirer, taking the fact into consideration that +Scripture certainly concedes the spiritual origin of +kindred phenomena, would rather reverse the statement, +and say (what I individually feel) that the +psychological explanation is the ponderously difficult—the +pneumatological, the comparatively easy one.</p> + +<p>It is now no secret that the author of this excellent +treatise, is Professor De Morgan; and I can only say +that if I am accused of heterodoxy, either from the +spiritualist or anti-spiritualist side of the discussion, +I am not ashamed to be a heretic in such company. +Let me put the matter in the present tense, indicative +mood—that is the state of my opinion on the cause of +the phenomena. Admitting the facts, I hold the +spiritual theory to be "not proven," but still to be a +hypothesis deserving our most serious consideration, +not only as being the only one that will cover all the +facts, but as the one I believe invariably given in +explanation by the intelligence that produces the +phenomena, even when, as in our case, all those +present are sceptical of or opposed to such a theory.</p> + +<p>3. It may perhaps sound illogical if, after stating +that I hold the spiritual origin of these phenomena +unproven, I go on to speak of the identification of the +communicating spirit; but I hope I have made it +clear that, even if I do not consider the spiritualistic<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> +explanation demonstrated, it is still a hypothesis +which has much in its favour.</p> + +<p>I have already mentioned the subject of identification +in the case of the first communication purporting +to come from our little child, and how no such communications +were received for a period of some years +after. In December, 1866, I went to the Marshalls', +entering as an entire stranger, and sitting down at +the table. I saw some strong physical manifestations—a +large table being poised in space, in full light, for +some seconds. It was signified there was a spirit +present who wished to communicate, and the message +given by raps to me was—"Will you try to think of +us more than you have done?" I asked the name, +and my child's was correctly given, though I had not +been announced, and I have no reason to believe my +name was known. The place where he passed away +from earth was also correctly specified. I then asked +for my father, and his name was correctly given, and a +message added, which I cannot say was equally suggestive +of individuality. It was—"Bright inspiration +will dawn upon your soul, and do not hide your +light under a bushel."</p> + +<p>Another case in which I tested individuality +strongly, with utter absence of success, was also +brought before me somewhat earlier in this year. I +was sent for by a lady who had been a member of +my congregation, and who had taken great interest in +these questions. She was suddenly smitten down with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> +mortal disease, and I remained with her almost to the +last—indeed, I believe her last words were addressed to +me, and referred to this very subject of identification—she +consulting <i>me</i> as to the great problem she was +then on the very point of solving! As soon as she +had gone from us, I went home, and tried to communicate +with her. I was informed that her spirit +was present, and yet every detail as to names, &c., +was utterly wrong.</p> + +<p>In the spring of the following year I went again to +the Marshalls', in company with one or two other +persons, my own object being to see if I could obtain +communication from the spirit of a highly-gifted lady +who had recently died—and also, I may mention—had +been the medium of my previous slight acquaintance +with Mr. Coleman. She was very much interested +in these matters, and, when in this world, +her great forte had been writing. She published a +volume of poems, which won the special commendation +of the late Charles Dickens, and her +letters were most characteristic ones. I mentioned +that I wished to communicate with the spirit I was +thinking of, and said I should be quite satisfied if the +initials were correctly given. Not so—the whole +three names were immediately given in full. I do +not feel at liberty to mention the names; but the +surname was one that nine out of ten people always +spelt wrongly (just as they do <i>my</i> name), but on this +occasion it was correctly spelt. I asked for a cha<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span>racteristic +message, and received the words, "I am +saved, and will now save others;"—about as unlike +my friend's ordinary style as possible. It may be +said her nature had undergone revolution, but that +was not the question. The test was that something +should be given, identifying the spirit, by the style +of its <i>former</i> writing while embodied on earth.</p> + +<p>With one more case, bearing on this subject of +identity, and bringing the matter up to the present +date, I feel I may advantageously close this portion +of my experiences—though as I do so, I am thoroughly +dissatisfied with myself to find how much I +have left unsaid. It is so difficult to put these things +on paper, or in any way to convey them to another;—most +difficult of all for one unblessed with leisure, +and combining in his single self the pursuits of some +three laborious callings.</p> + +<p>Last year, whilst sitting at Mrs. B——'s, I was +touched by a hand which seemed to me that of a +small girl, and which attracted my attention by the +way it lingered in mine—this would amuse Professor +Pepper—and the pertinacity with which it took off +my ring. However, I never took any steps to +identify the owner of the hand.</p> + +<p>Some few months ago, my wife and I were sitting, +and a communication came ostensibly from our +child. It was quite unexpected; and I said, "I +thought you could not communicate." "I could +not before," was the reply. "But you have not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span> +tried me for two years." This we found was true; +but we actually had to look into dates to ascertain it. +He added, that he always was present at séances +where I went, and especially at Mrs. B——'s. It +will, I daresay, sound strange to non-spiritualists, +but the initiated can understand the conversational +tone we adopt. I said, "But, Johnny, that was not +your hand that touched me at Mrs. B——'s. It was +too large." The answer was, "No! it was Charlie's +turn." I said, "What <i>do</i> you mean by Charlie's +turn?" The word was rewritten with almost +petulant haste and remarkable plainness, "Charlie's +<i>twin</i>." Charlie is my eldest boy, and his twin-brother +was still-born. He would be between thirteen +and fourteen years of age, and that was precisely the +sized hand I felt. This was curious; as the event +had occurred a year before, and such an explanation +had never even crossed my mind. I was promised +that, if I would go to Mrs. B——'s again, each of +the children would come and place a hand in mine. +I went to the ordinary séance some time before +Christmas, and was then told that the test I wished—which +I had not then specified—should be given +to me at a private séance. We had the private séance, +but nothing occurred.</p> + +<p>Such is my case. To one section of my readers I +shall appear credulous, to another hard of belief. I +believe that I represent the candid inquirer. As for +being scared off from the inquiry by those who call it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span> +unorthodox, or cry out "fire and brimstone," I should +as little think of heeding them as the omniscient +apothecaries who smile at my believing in mesmerism. +If a man's opinions are worth anything—if he has +fought his way to those opinions at the bayonet's +point—he will not be scared off from them by the +whole bench of Bishops on the one side, or the +College of Surgeons on the other. Not that I for +one moment plead guilty to heterodoxy, either scientific +or theological. I am not, as I have said several +times, a philosopher, but I believe it is scientific to +hold as established what you can prove by experiment. +I don't think my creed contains a jot or tittle beyond +this. And as for theological orthodoxy, I simply +take my stand upon the Canons of the Church of +England. If all this spiritual business is delusion, +how comes it that No. 72 of the Constitutions and +Canons Ecclesiastical says: "Neither shall any +minister, not licensed, attempt, upon any pretence +whatever, either of possession or obsession, by fasting +or prayer, to cast out any devil or devils?"</p> + +<p>The question, however, is not of this kind of orthodoxy. +It rather refers to the creed of spiritualism. +The question, in fact, to which I and the many who +think with me pause for a reply, is:—Allowing, as we +do, some of the phenomena—but considering the +pneumatological explanation hypothetical only—and +therefore any identification of communicating intelligence +impossible—are we (for I am sincerely tired<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> +of that first person singular, and glad to take +refuge in a community), are we, or are we not, +spiritualists?</p> + +<p>So far was I able to commit myself in my address +to the spiritualists of Harley Street. I was, I confess, +greatly pleased when, in 1869, the Dialectical Society +took up this matter, because I felt they were just the +people to look into it dispassionately. They were +bound to no set of opinions, but regarded everything +as an open question, accepting nothing save as the +conclusion of a logical argument. I joined the +Society—straining my clerical conscience somewhat to +do so—and eventually formed one of the committee +appointed by the Society to inquire into the matter, +and having a sub-committee sitting at my own house. +This, however, broke up suddenly, for I found even +philosophers were not calm in their examination of +unpalatable facts. One gentleman who approached +the subject with his mind fully made up, accused the +lady medium of playing tricks, and me of acting +showman on the occasion. As there was no method +of shunting this person, I was obliged to break up +my sub-committee. To mention spiritualism to these +omniscient gentlemen is like shaking a red rag at a +bull. As a case in point (though, of course, I do not +credit these gentlemen with the assumption of omniscience), +I may quote the replies of Professor Huxley +and Mr. G. H. Lewes to the Society's invitation to sit +on their committee:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span>—</p> + +<p>"Sir,—I regret that I am unable to accept the invitation +of the Council of the Dialectical Society to +co-operate with a committee for the investigation of +'spiritualism;' and for two reasons. In the first +place, I have no time for such an inquiry, which +would involve much trouble and (unless it were unlike +all inquiries of that kind I have known) much annoyance. +In the second place, I take no interest in the +subject. The only case of 'spiritualism' I have had +the opportunity of examining into for myself, was as +gross an imposture as ever came under my notice. +But supposing the phenomena to be genuine—they +do not interest me. If anybody would endow me +with the faculty of listening to the chatter of old +women and curates in the nearest cathedral town, I +should decline the privilege, having better things to do.</p> + +<p>"And if the folk in the spiritual world do not talk +more wisely and sensibly than their friends report +them to do, I put them in the same category.</p> + +<p>"The only good that I can see in a demonstration +of the truth of 'spiritualism' is to furnish an additional +argument against suicide. Better live a +crossing-sweeper than die and be made to talk +twaddle by a 'medium' hired at a guinea a séance.</p> + +<p class='indent'>"I am, Sir, &c.,<br /> + "<span class="smcap">T. H. Huxley.</span></p> + +<p class='indentdate'>"29th January, 1869."</p> + +<p>Confessedly Professor Huxley only tried one experiment. +I cannot help thinking if he had not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span> +approached the subject with a certain amount of prejudice +he would have been content to "Try again." +The side-hit at curates of course I appreciate!</p> + +<p>"Dear Sir,—I shall not be able to attend the investigation +of 'spiritualism;' and in reference to +your question about suggestions would only say that +the one hint needful is that all present should distinguish +between facts and inferences from facts. When +any man says that phenomena are produced by <i>no</i> +known physical laws, he declares that he knows the +laws by which they are produced.</p> + +<p class='indent'>"Yours, &c.,<br /> + "<span class="smcap">G. H. Lewes.</span></p> + +<p class='indentdate'>"Tuesday, 2nd February, 1869."</p> + +<p>I am not, as I have said, a scientific man, nor do I +advance the slightest pretensions to genius; therefore +I have no doubt it is some mental defect on +my part which prevents my seeing the force of Mr. +G. H. Lewes's concluding sentence. I have worked +at it for years and am compelled to say I cannot +understand it.</p> + +<p>I sat, however, through the two years' examination +which the Society gave to the subject; and it is not +anticipating the conclusion of this chapter to say I +was fully able to concur in the report they subsequently +issued, the gist of which is continued in the +final paragraph:—</p> + +<p>"In presenting their report, your committee taking +into consideration the high character and great in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span>telligence +of many of the witnesses to the more extraordinary +facts, the extent to which their testimony +is supported by the reports of the sub-committees, +and the absence of any proof of imposture or delusion +as regards a large portion of the phenomena; and +further, having regard to the exceptional character of +the phenomena, the large number of persons in every +grade of society and over the whole civilized world +who are more or less influenced by a belief in their +supernatural origin, and to the fact that no philosophical +explanation of them has yet been arrived at, +deem it incumbent upon them to state their conviction +that the subject is worthy of more serious attention +and careful investigation than it has hitherto received."</p> + +<p>With those cautiously guarded words I venture to +think that any one who even reads the body of evidence +contained in the Dialectical Society's report +will be able to coincide.</p> + +<p>To return to my more personal narrative.</p> + +<p>As far as I can trace any order in this somewhat +erratic subject, I think I may venture to say that the +manifestations of the last few years have assumed a +more <i>material</i> form than before. It sounds a little +Hibernian to say so, I know; but I still retain the +expression. Supposing, for the moment, that the +effects were produced by spirits, the control of the +medium for the production of trance, spirit-voice, +automatic writing, or even communications through +raps and tilts of the table was much more intellectual<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span>—less +physical than those of which I now have to +speak—namely, the production of the materialized +Spirit Faces and Spirit Forms.</p> + +<p>Two phases of manifestation, I may mention in +passing, I have not seen—namely, the elongation of the +body, and the fire test—both as far as I know peculiar +to Mr. Home: nor again have I had personal experience +of Mrs. Guppy's aërial transit, or Dr. Monk's nocturnal +flight from Bristol to Swindon. Nothing of the +kind has ever come at all within the sphere of my +observation: therefore I forbear to speak about it.</p> + +<p>I shall never forget the delight with which I received +a letter from a gentleman connected with the +literature of spiritualism, informing me that materialized +Spirit Faces had at last been produced in full +light, and inviting me to come and see. I was +wearied of dark séances, of fruit and flowers brought +to order. John King's talk wearied me; and Katie's +whispers had become fatally familiar: so I went in +eagerly for the new sensation, and communicated my +results to the world in the two papers called <i>Spirit +Faces</i> and <i>Spirit Forms</i>, the former published in +<i>Unorthodox London</i>, the latter in Chapter 43 of the +present volume. This class of manifestation has since +become very common. I cannot say I ever considered +it very satisfactory. I have never discovered +any trickery—and I assure my readers I have kept +my eyes and ears very wide open—but there are in +such manifestations facilities for charlatanism which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span> +it is not pleasant to contemplate. This, let me continually +repeat, is a purely personal narrative, and +I have never seen any Spirit Face or Form that I +could in the faintest way recognise. Others, I know, +claim to have done so; but I speak strictly of what +has occurred to myself. The same has been the case +with Spirit Photographs. I have sat, after selecting +my own plate and watching every stage in the process; +and certainly over my form there has been a shadowy +female figure apparently in the act of benediction;<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> but +I cannot trace resemblance to any one I ever saw in the +flesh. Perhaps I have been unfortunate in this respect.</p> + +<p>Very similar to Miss Cook's mediumship was that +of Miss Showers; a young lady whom I have met +frequently at the house of a lady at the West-end of +London, both the medium and her hostess being quite +above suspicion. In this case, besides the face and +full form we have singing in a clear baritone voice +presumably by a spirit called Peter—who gives himself +out as having been in earth-life, I believe, a not +very estimable specimen of a market-gardener. I am +exceedingly puzzled how to account for these things. +I dare not suspect the medium; but even granting +the truth of the manifestations, they seem to me to +be of a low class which one would only come into +contact with under protest and for the sake of evidence.</p> + +<p>Mr. Crookes used to explain, and Serjeant Cox still<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span> +explains these manifestations as being the products of a +so-called Psychic Force—a term which I below define. +Although I am as little inclined to hero-worship, and +care as little for large names as any man living, yet it +is quite impossible not to attach importance to the +testimony of these gentlemen; one so eminent in the +scientific world, and privileged to write himself F.R.S., +the other trained to weigh evidence and decide +between balanced probabilities. But it would seem +that while Psychic Force might cover the ground of +my earlier experiences, it singularly fails to account +for the materializations, and obliges us to relegate +them to the category of fraud, unless we accept them +as being what they profess to be. This I believe +Serjeant Cox ruthlessly does. He claims as we have +seen to have "caught" Miss Showers, and was not, I +believe, convinced by Miss Cook. Mr. Crookes was: +and, when we remember that Mr. Wallace, the eminent +naturalist, and Mr. Cromwell Varley, the electrician, +both accept the spiritual theory, it really looks as +though the scientific mind was more open to receive—perhaps +driven to receive—this which I frankly concede +to be the only adequate cause for the effects, +while the legal mind still remains hair-splitting upon +conflicting evidence. Whereabouts the theological +mind is I do not quite know—perhaps still dangling +between the opposite poles of Faith and Reason, and +dubiously debating with me "Am I a Spiritualist or +not?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span></p> + +<p>In a recent pamphlet reprinted from the Quarterly +Journal of Science, Mr. Crookes thus compendiously +sums up the various theories which have been invented +to account for spiritualistic phenomena, and, +in so doing, incidentally defines his now discarded +theory of Psychic Force which owns Mr. Serjeant +Cox for its patron:—</p> + +<p><i>First Theory.</i>—The phenomena are all the results +of tricks, clever mechanical arrangements, or legerdemain; +the mediums are impostors, and the rest of the +company fools.</p> + +<p>It is obvious that this theory can only account for +a very small proportion of the facts observed. I am +willing to admit that some so-called mediums of whom +the public have heard much are arrant impostors who +have taken advantage of the public demand for +spiritualistic excitement to fill their purses with easily +earned guineas; whilst others who have no pecuniary +motive for imposture are tempted to cheat, it would +seem, solely by a desire for notoriety.</p> + +<p><i>Second Theory.</i>—The persons at a séance are the +victims of a sort of mania or delusion, and imagine phenomena +to occur which have no real objective existence.</p> + +<p><i>Third Theory.</i>—The whole is the result of conscious +or unconscious cerebral action.</p> + +<p>These two theories are evidently incapable of embracing +more than a small portion of the phenomena, +and they are improbable explanations for even those. +They may be dismissed very briefly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span></p> + +<p>I now approach the "spiritual" theories. It +must be remembered that the word "spirits" is used +in a very vague sense by the generality of people.</p> + +<p><i>Fourth Theory.</i>—The result of the spirit of the +medium, perhaps in association with the spirits of +some or all of the people present.</p> + +<p><i>Fifth Theory.</i>—The actions of evil spirits or devils, +personifying who or what they please, in order to undermine +Christianity and ruin men's souls.</p> + +<p><i>Sixth Theory.</i>—The actions of a separate order of +beings, living on this earth, but invisible and immaterial +to us. Able, however, occasionally to manifest +their presence; known in almost all countries and +ages as demons not necessarily bad, gnomes, fairies, +kobolds, elves, goblins, Puck, &c.</p> + +<p><i>Seventh Theory.</i>—The actions of departed human +beings—the spiritual theory <i>par excellence</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Eighth Theory.</i>—(<i>The Psychic Force Theory</i>).—This +is a necessary adjunct to the 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th +theories, rather than a theory by itself.</p> + +<p>According to this theory the "medium," or the +circle of people associated together as a whole, is supposed +to possess a force, power, influence, virtue, or +gift, by means of which intelligent beings are enabled +to produce the phenomena observed. What these +intelligent beings are is a subject for other theories.</p> + +<p>It is obvious that a "medium" possesses a <i>something</i> +which is not possessed by an ordinary being. Give +this <i>something</i> a name. Call it "<i>x</i>" if you like. Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span> +Serjeant Cox calls it Psychic Force. There has been +so much misunderstanding on this subject that I think +it best to give the following explanation in Mr. Serjeant +Cox's own words:—</p> + +<p>"The Theory of <i>Psychic Force</i> is in itself merely the +recognition of the now almost undisputed fact that +under certain conditions, as yet but imperfectly ascertained, +and within a limited, but as yet undefined, +distance from the bodies of certain persons +having a special nerve organization, a Force operates +by which, without muscular contact or connexion, +action at a distance is caused, and visible motions and +audible sounds are produced in solid substances. As +the presence of such an organization is necessary to +the phenomenon, it is reasonably concluded that the +Force does, in some manner as yet unknown, proceed +from that organization. As the organism is itself +moved and directed within its structure by a Force +which either is, or is controlled by, the Soul, Spirit, +or Mind (call it what we may) which constitutes the +individual being we term 'the Man,' it is an equally +reasonable conclusion that the Force which causes the +motions beyond the limits of the body is the same +Force that produces motion within the limits of the +body. And, inasmuch as the external force is seen to +be often directed by Intelligence, it is an equally +reasonable conclusion that the directing Intelligence +of the external force is the same Intelligence that +directs the Force internally. This is the force to which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> +the name of <i>Psychic Force</i> has been given by me as +properly designating a force which I thus contend to +be traced back to the Soul or Mind of the Man as its +source. But I, and all who adopt this theory of +Psychic Force, as being the agent through which the +phenomena are produced, do not thereby intend to +assert that this Psychic Force may not be sometimes +seized and directed by some other Intelligence than +the Mind of the Psychic. The most ardent spiritualists +practically admit the existence of Psychic Force +under the very inappropriate name of Magnetism (to +which it has no affinity whatever), for they assert +that the Spirits of the Dead can only do the acts +attributed to them by using the Magnetism (that is, +the Psychic Force) of the Medium. The difference +between the advocates of Psychic Force and the +spiritualists consists in this—that we contend that +there is as yet insufficient proof of any other directing +agent than the Intelligence of the Medium, and no +proof whatever of the agency of Spirits of the Dead; +while the spiritualists hold it as a faith, not demanding +further proof, that Spirits of the Dead are the +sole agents in the production of all the phenomena. +Thus the controversy resolves itself into a pure question +of <i>fact</i>, only to be determined by a laborious and +long continued series of experiments and an extensive +collection of psychological facts, which should be the +first duty of the Psychological Society, the formation +of which is now in progress."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span></p> + +<p>It has frequently struck me, especially in connexion +with certain investigations that I have been making +during the last few years, that Spiritualism is going +through much the same phases as Positivism. It +seemed at first impossible that the Positive Philosophy +of Auguste Comte could culminate in a highly +ornate Religion of Humanity, with its fall ritual, its +ninefold sacramental system. It is even curious to +notice that it was the death of Clotilde which brought +about the change, by revealing to him the gap which +Philosophy always does leave between the present +and the future. So too Spiritualism is beginning to +"organize" and exhibits some symptoms of formulating +a Creed and Articles of Belief. The British +National Association of Spiritualists, which has +honoured me by placing my name on its Council, +thus states its principles, under the mottoes:—</p> + +<p>"He that answereth a matter before he heareth it, +it is folly and shame unto him."—Proverbs xviii. 13.</p> + +<p>"In Scripture we are perpetually reminded that +the Laws of the Spiritual World are, in the highest +sense, Laws of Nature."—Argyll.</p> + +<p>"He who asserts that, outside of the domain of +pure Mathematics, anything is impossible, lacks a +knowledge of the first principles of Logic."—Arago.</p> + + +<p class='center'><b><span class="smcap">declaration of principles and purposes.</span></b></p> + +<p>"Spiritualism implies the recognition of an inner +nature in man. It deals with facts concerning that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> +inner nature, the existence of which has been the +subject of speculation, dispute, and even of denial, +amongst philosophers in all ages; and in particular, +with certain manifestations of that inner nature which +have been observed in persons of peculiar organizations, +now called Mediums or Sensitives, and in +ancient times Prophets, Priests, and Seers.</p> + +<p>"Spiritualism claims to have established on a firm +scientific basis the immortality of man, the permanence +of his individuality, and the Open Communion, +under suitable conditions, of the living with +the so-called dead, and affords grounds for the belief +in progressive spiritual states in new spheres of +existence.</p> + +<p>"Spiritualism furnishes the key to the better understanding +of all religions, ancient and modern. It +explains the philosophy of Inspiration, and supersedes +the popular notion of the miraculous by the revelation +of hitherto unrecognised laws.</p> + +<p>"Spiritualism tends to abrogate exaggerated class +distinctions; to reunite those who are now too often +divided by seemingly conflicting material interests; +to encourage the co-operation of men and women in +many new spheres; and to uphold the freedom and +rights of the individual, while maintaining as paramount +the sanctity of family life.</p> + +<p>"Finally, the general influence of Spiritualism on the +individual is to inspire him with self-respect, with a +love of justice and truth, with a reverence for Divine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span> +law, and with a sense of harmony between man, the +universe, and God.</p> + +<p>"The British National Association of Spiritualists is +formed to unite Spiritualists of every variety of opinion, +for their mutual aid and benefit; to promote the +study of Pneumatology and Psychology; to aid +students and inquirers in their researches, by placing +at their disposal the means of systematic investigation +into the now recognised facts and phenomena, called +Spiritual or Psychic; to make known the positive +results arrived at by careful scientific research; and to +direct attention to the beneficial influence which those +results are calculated to exercise upon social relationships +and individual conduct. It is intended to include +spiritualists of every class, whether members of +Local and Provincial Societies or not, and all inquirers +into psychological and kindred phenomena.</p> + +<p>"The Association, whilst cordially sympathizing +with the teachings of Jesus Christ, will hold itself +entirely aloof from all dogmatism or finalities, whether +religious or philosophical, and will content itself with +the establishment and elucidation of well-attested +facts, as the only basis on which any true religion or +philosophy can be built up."</p> + +<p>This last clause has, I believe, been modified to +suit certain members of my profession who were a +little staggered by its apparent <i>patronizing</i> of Christianity. +For myself (but then, I am unorthodox) I +care little for these written or printed symbola.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> +Having strained my conscience to join the Dialecticians, +I allow my name, without compunction, to +stand on the Council of the Association,—and shall +be really glad if it does them any good. The fact is, +I care little for formal creeds, but much for the fruit +of those creeds. I stand by that good old principle—"By +their fruits ye shall know them;" and that +reminds me that to my shreds and patches of +"experience" I am to append some pros and +cons of this matter. They have cropped up incidentally +as we have gone on: but I could with +advantage collect them if my limits admitted of +sermonizing.</p> + +<p>As to the fruits of Spiritualism, I can only say that +I have never witnessed any of these anti-Christianizing +effects which some persons say arise from a belief in +Spiritualism. They simply have not come within the +sphere of my observation, nor do I see any tendency +towards them in the tenets of Spiritualism—rather the +reverse.</p> + +<p>Then again, to pass from practice to faith, Spiritualism +professes to be the reverse of exclusive. In +addressing the Conference of 1874, and defending my +position as a clerical inquirer, I was able to say:—"On +the broad question of theology I can conceive +no single subject which a clergyman is more bound +to examine than that which purports to be a new +revelation, or, at all events, a large extension of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span> +old; and which, if its claims be substantiated, will +quite modify our notions as to what we now call +faith. It proposes, in fact, to supply in matters we +have been accustomed to take on trust, something so +like demonstration, that I feel not only at liberty, but +actually bound, whether I like it or not, to look into +the thing.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Whether your creed is right or wrong is not for me +to tell you; but it is most important for me that I +should assure myself. And while I recognise that +my own duty clearly is to examine the principles +you profess, I find this to be eminently their characteristic, +<i>that they readily assimilate with those of my own +Church</i>. I see nothing revolutionary in them. You +have no propaganda. You do not call upon me, as +far as I understand, to come out of the body I belong +to and join yours, as so many other bodies do; but +you ask me simply to take your doctrines into my own +creed, and vitalize it by their means. That has +always attracted me powerfully towards you. You +are the broadest Churchmen I find anywhere."</p> + +<p>I am not writing thus in any sense as the apologist +of Spiritualism. I am not offering anything like an +Apologia pro vitâ meâ in making the inquiries I have +done, am doing, and hope to do. I have elected to +take, and I elect to maintain, a neutral position in +this matter. All I have done is to select from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span> +Pros and Cons that present themselves to my mind. +If the Pros seem to outweigh the Cons—or vice +versâ—be it so. I cannot help it. I have scarcely +decided for myself yet, and I am a veteran investigator. +Others may be more speedy in arriving at a +conclusion.</p> + +<p>Among the more obvious "Cons" are the oft-quoted +facts that some people have lost their heads and +wasted a good deal of their time on Spiritualism. +But people lose their heads by reading classics or +mathematics, or overdoing any one subject however +excellent—even falling in love: and the ingenuity +displayed in wasting time is so manifold that +this is an objection that can scarcely be urged specially +against Spiritualism, though I own Dark Séances do +cut terribly into time.</p> + +<p>Then again one is apt to be taken in by mediums +or even by spirits. Yes; but this only imposes the +ordinary obligation of keeping one's eyes open. I +know spiritualists who believe in every medium quâ +medium, and others who accept as unwritten gospel +the idiotic utterances of a departed buccaneer or +defunct clown: but these people are so purely exceptional +as simply to prove a rule. Do <i>not</i> accept +as final in so-called spiritual what you would not +accept in avowedly mundane matters. Keep your +eyes open and your head cool, and you will not go far +wrong. These are the simple rules that I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span> +elaborated during my protracted study of the +subject.</p> + +<p>"We do not believe, we know," was, as I said, the +proud boast a spiritualist once made to me. And if +the facts—any of the facts—of Spiritualism stand +<i>as</i> facts, there is no doubt that it would form the +strongest possible counterpoise to the materialism +of our age. It presses the method of materialism +into its service, and meets the doubter on his own +ground of demonstration—a low ground, perhaps, +but a tremendously decisive one, the very one perhaps +on which the Battle of Faith and Reason will have to +be fought out.</p> + +<p>If—let us not forget that pregnant monosyllable—if +the assumptions of Spiritualism be true, and that +we can only ascertain by personal investigation, I +believe the circumstance would be efficacious in bringing +back much of the old meaning of the word <span class="correction" title="pistis">πιστις</span> +which was something more than the slipshod Faith +standing as its modern equivalent. It would make +it really the substance of things hoped for, the +evidence of things not seen.</p> + +<p>Even if the dangers of Spiritualism were much +greater than they are—aye, as great as the diabolical +people themselves make out—I should still think +(in the cautious words of the Dialecticians) Spiritualism +was worth looking into, if only on the bare chance, +however remote, of lighting on some such Philosophy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> +as that so beautifully sketched by Mr. S. C. Hall in +some of the concluding stanzas of his poem "Philosophy," +with which I may fitly conclude—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And those we call "the dead" (who are not dead—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Death was their herald to Celestial Life)—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May soothe the aching heart and weary head<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In pain, in toil, in sorrow, and in strife.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That is a part of every natural creed—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Instinctive teaching of another state:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When manacles of earth are loosed and freed—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which Science vainly strives to dissipate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In tortuous paths, with prompters blind, we trust<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One Guide—to lead us forth and set us free!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Give us, Lord God! all merciful and just!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The <span class="smcap">Faith</span> that is but Confidence in Thee!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4>THE END.</h4> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Alluded to above, p. <a href="#Page_350">350</a>.</p></div></div> + +<div class="transnote"> +<a name="transnotes" id="transnotes"></a><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_36">36</a>: Single closing quote mark after "He will accept you" <i>sic</i></p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_79">79</a>: "next my boy" <i>sic</i></p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_110">110</a>: Wormwood Scrubbs <i>sic</i>; platform amended to +platforms</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_185">185</a>: anatotomized amended to anatomized; full stop +following "few friends" removed</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_186">186</a>: hooping cough <i>sic</i></p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_234">234</a>: umpromising amended to unpromising</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_244">244</a>: "vary scrubby ground" amended to "very scrubby +ground"</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_338">338</a>: flabbergastered <i>sic</i></p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_341">341</a>: facilè princeps amended to facile princeps</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_360">360</a>: scarely amended to scarcely</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_365">365</a>: closing parenthesis added after "particular shape"</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_370">370</a>: invesgator amended to investigator</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_388">388</a>: closing parenthesis added after "assumption of +omniscience"</p> + +<p>In the last essay, while there are paragraphs numbered 1 and 3, +there is no paragraph numbered 2 in the original.</p> + +<p>Hyphenation has generally been standardized. 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