george cruikshank-第2章

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down　Fairburn's　passage；　and　there　make　one　at　his　〃charming　gratis〃

exhibition。　　There　used　to　be　a　crowd　round　the　window　in　those

days；　of　grinning；　good…natured　mechanics；　who　spelt　the　songs；　and

spoke　them　out　for　the　benefit　of　the　company；　and　who　received　the

points　of　humor　with　a　general　sympathizing　roar。　　Where　are　these

people　now？　　You　never　hear　any　laughing　at　HB。；　his　pictures　are　a

great　deal　too　genteel　for　thatpolite　points　of　wit；　which　strike

one　as　exceedingly　clever　and　pretty；　and　cause　one　to　smile　in　a

quiet；　gentleman…like　kind　of　way。



There　must　be　no　smiling　with　Cruikshank。　　A　man　who　does　not　laugh

outright　is　a　dullard；　and　has　no　heart；　even　the　old　dandy　of　sixty

must　have　laughed　at　his　own　wondrous　grotesque　image；　as　they　say

Louis　Philippe　did；　who　saw　all　the　caricatures　that　were　made　of

himself。　　And　there　are　some　of　Cruikshank's　designs　which　have　the

blessed　faculty　of　creating　laughter　as　often　as　you　see　them。　　As

Diggory　says　in　the　play；　who　is　bidden　by　his　master　not　to　laugh

while　waiting　at　table〃Don't　tell　the　story　of　Grouse　in　the　Gun…

room；　master；　or　I　can't　help　laughing。〃　　Repeat　that　history　ever

so　often；　and　at　the　proper　moment；　honest　Diggory　is　sure　to

explode。　　Every　man；　no　doubt；　who　loves　Cruikshank　has　his　〃Grouse

in　the　Gun…room。〃　　There　is　a　fellow　in　the　〃Points　of　Humor〃　who　is

offering　to　eat　up　a　certain　little　general；　that　has　made　us　happy

any　time　these　sixteen　years：　his　huge　mouth　is　a　perpetual　well　of

laughterbuckets　full　of　fun　can　be　drawn　from　it。　　We　have　formed

no　such　friendships　as　that　boyish　one　of　the　man　with　the　mouth。

But　though；　in　our　eyes；　Mr。　Cruikshank　reached　his　apogee　some

eighteen　years　since；　it　must　not　be　imagined　that　such　is　really

the　case。　　Eighteen　sets　of　children　have　since　then　learned　to　love

and　admire　him；　and　may　many　more　of　their　successors　be　brought　up

in　the　same　delightful　faith。　　It　is　not　the　artist　who　fails；　but

the　men　who　grow　coldthe　men；　from　whom　the　illusions　（why

illusions？　realities）　of　youth　disappear　one　by　one；　who　have　no

leisure　to　be　happy；　no　blessed　holidays；　but　only　fresh　cares　at

Midsummer　and　Christmas；　being　the　inevitable　seasons　which　bring　us

bills　instead　of　pleasures。　　Tom；　who　comes　bounding　home　from

school；　has　the　doctor's　account　in　his　trunk；　and　his　father　goes

to　sleep　at　the　pantomime　to　which　he　takes　him。　　Pater　infelix；　you

too　have　laughed　at　clown；　and　the　magic　wand　of　spangled　harlequin；

what　delightful　enchantment　did　it　wave　around　you；　in　the　golden

days　〃when　George　the　Third　was　king！〃　　But　our　clown　lies　in　his

grave；　and　our　harlequin；　Ellar；　prince　of　how　many　enchanted

islands；　was　he　not　at　Bow　Street　the　other　day；*　in　his　dirty；

tattered；　faded　motleyseized　as　a　law…breaker；　for　acting　at　a

penny　theatre；　after　having　wellnigh　starved　in　the　streets；　where

nobody　would　listen　to　his　old　guitar？　　No　one　gave　a　shilling　to

bless　him：　not　one　of　us　who　owe　him　so　much。





*　This　was　written　in　1840。





We　know　not　if　Mr。　Cruikshank　will　be　very　well　pleased　at　finding

his　name　in　such　company　as　that　of　Clown　and　Harlequin；　but　he；

like　them；　is　certainly　the　children's　friend。　　His　drawings　abound

in　feeling　for　these　little　ones；　and　hideous　as　in　the　course　of

his　duty　he　is　from　time　to　time　compelled　to　design　them；　he　never

sketches　one　without　a　certain　pity　for　it；　and　imparting　to　the

figure　a　certain　grotesque　grace。　　In　happy　schoolboys　he　revels；

plum…pudding　and　holidays　his　needle　has　engraved　over　and　over

again；　there　is　a　design　in　one　of　the　comic　almanacs　of　some　young

gentlemen　who　are　employed　in　administering　to　a　schoolfellow　the

correction　of　the　pump；　which　is　as　graceful　and　elegant　as　a

drawing　of　Stothard。　　Dull　books　about　children　George　Cruikshank

makes　bright　with　illustrationsthere　is　one　published　by　the

ingenious　and　opulent　Mr。　Tegg。　　It　is　entitled　〃Mirth　and

Morality；〃　the　mirth　being；　for　the　most　part；　on　the　side　of　the

designerthe　morality；　unexceptionable　certainly；　the　author's

capital。　　Here　are　then；　to　these　moralities；　a　smiling　train　of

mirths　supplied　by　George　Cruikshank。　　See　yonder　little　fellows

butterfly…hunting　across　a　common！　　Such　a　light；　brisk；　airy；

gentleman…like　drawing　was　never　made　upon　such　a　theme。　　Who；

cries　the　author





　　　　〃Who　has　not　chased　the　butterfly；

　　　　　　　And　crushed　its　slender　legs　and　wings；

　　　　　And　heaved　a　moralizing　sigh：

　　　　　　　Alas！　how　frail　are　human　things！〃





A　very　unexceptionable　morality　truly；　but　it　would　have　puzzled

another　than　George　Cruikshank　to　make　mirth　out　of　it　as　he　has

done。　　Away；　surely　not　on　the　wings　of　these　verses；　Cruikshank's

imagination　begins　to　soar；　and　he　makes　us　three　darling　little　men

on　a　green　common；　backed　by　old　farmhouses；　somewhere　about　May。　　A

great　mixture　of　blue　and　clouds　in　the　air；　a　strong　fresh　breeze

stirring；　Tom's　jacket　flapping　in　the　same；　in　order　to　bring　down

the　insect　queen　or　king　of　spring　that　is　fluttering　above　him；he

renders　all　this　with　a　few　strokes　on　a　little　block　of　wood　not

two　inches　square；　upon　which　one　may　gaze　for　hours；　so　merry　and

lifelike　a　scene　does　it　present。　　What　a　charming　creative　power　is

this；　what　a　privilegeto　be　a　god；　and　create　little　worlds　upon

paper；　and　whole　generations　of　smiling；　jovial　men；　women；　and

children　half　inch　high；　whose　portraits　are　carried　abroad；　and

have　the　faculty　of　making　us　monsters　of　six　feet　curious　and　happy

in　our　turn。　　Now；　who　would　imagine　that　an　artist　could　make

anything　of　such　a　subject　as　this？　　The　writer　begins　by　stating；





　　　　〃I　love　to　go　back　to　the　days　of　my　youth；

　　　　　　　And　to　reckon　my　joys　to　the　letter；

　　　　　And　to　count　o'er　the　friends　that　I　have　in　the　world；

　　　　　　　Ay；　and　those　who　are　gone　to　a　better。〃





This　brings　him　to　the　consideration　of　his　uncle。　　〃Of　all　the　men

I　have　ever　known；〃　says　he；　〃my　uncle　united　the　greatest　degree　of

cheerfulness　with　the　sobriety　of　manhood。　　Though　a　man　when　I　was

a　boy；　he　was　yet　one　of　the　most　agreeable　companions　I　ever

possessed。　。　。　。　　He　embarked　for　America；　and　nearly　twenty　years

passed　by　before　he　came　back　again；　。　。　。　but　oh；　how　altered！he

was　in　every　sense　of　the　word　an　old　man；　his　body　and　mind　were

enfeebled；　and　second　childishness　had　come　upon　him。　　How　often

have　I　bent　over　him；　vainly　endeavoring　to　recall　to　his　memory　the

scenes　we　had　shared　together：　and　how　frequently；　with　an　aching

heart；　have　I　gazed　on　his　vacant　and　lustreless　eye；　while　he　has

amused　himself　in　clapping　his　hands　and　singing　with　a　quavering

voice　a　verse　of　a　psalm。〃　　Alas！　such　are　the　consequences　of　long

residences　in　America；　and　of　old　age　even　in　uncles！　　Well；　the

point　of　this　morality　is；　that　the　uncle　one　day　in　the　morning　of

life　vowed　that　he　would　catch　his　two　nephews　and　tie　them

together；　ay；　and　actually　did　so；　for　all　the　efforts　the　rogues

made　to　run　away　from　him；　but　he　was　so　fatigued　that　he　declared

he　never　would　make　the　attempt　again；　whereupon　the　nephew

remarks；〃Often　since　then；　when　engaged　in　enterprises　beyond　my

strength；　have　I　called　to　mind　the　determination　of　my　uncle。〃



Does　it　not　seem　impossible　to　make　a　picture　out　of　this？　　And　yet

George　Cruikshank　has　produced　a　charming　design；　in　which　the

uncles　and　nephews　are　so　prettily　portrayed　that　one　is　reconciled

to　their　existence；　with　all　their　moralities。　　Many　more　of　the

mirths　in　this　little　book　are　excellent；　especially　a　great　figure

of　a　parson　entering　church　on　horseback；an　enormous　parson　truly；

calm；　unconscious；　unwieldy。　　As　Zeuxis　had　a　bevy　of　virgins　in

order　to　make　his　famous　picturehis　express　virgina　clerical

host　must　have　passed　under　Cruikshank's　eyes　before　he　sketched

this　little；　enormous　parson　of　parsons。



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