THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF MAJ. ROGER SHERMAN POTTER:

TOGETHER WITH AN ACCURATE AND EXCEEDINGLY INTERESTING ACCOUNT OF HIS
GREAT ACHIEVEMENTS IN POLITICS, DIPLOMACY, AND WAR,--ALL OF WHICH ARE
HERE RECORDED OUT OF SHEER LOVE FOR THE MARTIAL SPIRIT OF THIS TRULY
AMBITIOUS NATION.

I HERE DECLARE THAT THIS GREAT WORK WAS NEITHER TRANSLATED FROM THE
FRENCH, NOR PRIGGED FROM THE UNPUBLISHED WORK OF ANY ENGLISH AUTHOR,
BUT WAS TRULY AND HONESTLY WRITTEN FOR THE ESPECIAL BENEFIT OF MY
PUBLISHER.

BY PHELEG VAN TRUSEDALE, WHO, WITHOUT ASKING PERMISSION,
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATES IT TO HIS FRIEND AND BENEFACTOR, JAMES
BUCHANAN, PRESIDENT OF THESE UNITED STATES.

NEW YORK:

1858.






AUTHOR'S PREFACE.





IF the reader will but pay attention to what I have written in this
great work, it will be found that I have taken an unwarrantable
liberty with his good taste; that is to say, I have so far deviated
from that stereotyped rule-so strictly observed by all our great
authors-as to make my hero, who is what is curiously enough called a
"Yankee Character," speak tolerably good English, instead of vulgar
slang. In truth, so closely do "our great writers" adhere to this
rule of depicting the eccentric American as a lean, scraggy
individual, dressed most outlandishly, making splinters of the
king's English, while drawling it with offensive nasal sounds, and
violating the rules of common politeness in whatever he does, that
when he goes abroad the foreigner is surprised to find him a
tolerably well polished gentleman, and indeed not unfrequently
inquires what part of our country those lean persons he has seen
described in the books of American authors reside in.

Let this preface then suffice, for if any one of my many readers
think he can write a better--and I doubt not he can-let him set
about it, and not stop until he get it exactly to his fancy. But
before he say one word against aught that is herein written, let him
bear in mind that I am the author of not less than a stack of great
histories, which have already so multiplied my literary fame, that
the mere announcement of another book by me sends that only great
and generous critic, the public at large, into a perfect fever of
anxiety.

PHELEG VAN TRUSEDALE.

New York, Nov., 1857.






CONTENTS.





1.--A Chapter Wherein those Having a Taste for Nonsense may find It

2.--Containing Sundry Matters of Deep Interest

3.--A Pleasant Meeting with a Renowned Major

4.--Major Roger Sherman Potter Recounts his Exploits in War and
Politics

5.--In which Politicians and Other Vagabonds may find Something to
Their Advantage

6.--Major Roger Potter's First Adventure in New York

7.--The Pleasant Side of a Misfortune

8.--Meeting Between the Renowned Major and an Eccentric Fishmonger

9.--How the Renowned Major Exchanged Chickens with Mrs. Trotbridge

10.--The Kindness of Mine Host of the Astor

11.--Wonderful Story of an Intelligent

12.--Concerning Matters Necessary to the Perfection of This History

13.--The Two Strange Characters at the Independent Temperance Hotel

14.--A whole Town in a State of Alarm

15.--An Amusing Meeting between Major Roger Potter and his Wife,
Polly Potter

16.--Many Queer and Deeply Interesting Things which took place When
Major Potter arrived at Barnstable

17.--A Man of the Name of Giles Sheridan

18.--Which Relates how Major Roger Potter Sailed for New York, to the
Great Delight of Little Barnstable

19.--The Most Pleasant and Satisfactory Mode of Displaying Courage
and Military Skill

20.--A Mistake that had Nearly Cost Major Potter his Life

21.--The Happiest Way of Settling a Difference

22.--The Least Expensive Way of Manufacturing Heroes

23.--Which Treats of a Party of Yachters Met on the Sound

24.--A Remarkable Interview between the Renowned Major Roger Potter
and the Commander of the Fleet

25.--A Small Accident which had well nigh Lost the Renowned Major all
His Reputation for Gallantry

26.--Major Roger Potter's Grand Reception in New York, and How he was
Fairly Suffocated with the Attentions of Our Aldermen

27.--What was Said and Done when the Renowned Major Potter Arrived at
the Great St. Nicholas Hotel

28.--A Remarkable Mayor of the City; how he Received the Major,
Exchanged Speeches, and was Serenaded, to the Great Delight of
Politicians and Vagabonds in general

29.--Wherein is Pleasantly Related how Major Roger Potter was Found
Almost Suffocated

30.--How to Regulate the Good Conduct of Young Gentlemen Entering the
"Century Club."

31.--How the Landlord of the Astor pursued the Renowned Major with a
Small Bill

32.--A Queer Account of How the Major got into Debt to the Landlord
of the Astor

33.--How the Major became a General, and Joined the Young American
Banking House of Pickle, Prig & Flutter

34.--A Remarkable Showman, and what was Done with the Intelligent Pig

35.--Two Great Generals, and an Amusing Account of the Very
Unmilitary Predicament they were Found in on the Morning of the
Review

36.--The Story of a very Learned Critic, together with other Queer
and Interesting Matters, all of which took place at the New York
Hotel

37.--A Chapter on Military Politicians and Critics, all of which is
set down in Writing by Mr. Orlando Tickler, one of the Order

38.--Major Roger Potter Engages to get the Kingdom of Kalorama for
us, and Prepares to Depart for Washington, to Procure the Mission
promised him by the Government

39.--A Remark or two concerning our Grand Opera House

40.--How certain Well-Known Adepts and Office-Seekers were Alarmed at
General Roger Potter's Arrival in Washington

41.--An Adept of the Name of Ben Stretcher, and what He Does for
those who Stand in Need of His Services

42.--Which Records the Singular Character of the Application made by
General Roger Potter for an Office, and how he is sent Minister to
the King of the Kaloramas, that being the Easiest Method of Getting
Rid of Him

43.--Which Records how the General Got His Commission, and Returned
to New York, with Other Things Common to Politicians

44.--General Roger Potter gets a Mission, and Returns to New York,
with the Loss of his Secretary, Mr. Tickler

45.--An Affair of Gallantry that had Nearly Cost Mr. Tickler his
Life, an event that would have been a Serious Loss to the Nation;
also, the Story of Leon and Linda, as Told by the Critic

46.--The Renowned General Potter takes his Departure as Minister
Plenipotentiary for Kalorama; as, also, a True and Accurate Account
of What Took Place when the Ship Crossed the Line. To which is Added
the Sad History of Spark Island

47.--Which Describes the Rejoicing that Took Place when the General
Landed at Buzabub, on the Coast of Kalorama

48.--How the Renowned General Potter Spent a Night Among the Dead

49.--Sorry Trials of a Great Minister Plenipotentiary, all of which
arise from his Ignorance of the Language spoken at Court

50.--The Journey to Nezub; as, also, a Curious Conversation which
took place between Minister Potter and his Secretary

51.--In which is Minutely Described an Entirely New and Most
Extraordinary Mode of Punishing Ministers and Secretaries of
Legation

52.--Things which the Author Ventures to Assert Cannot Fail to Amuse
and Instruct the Reader

53.--How the Renowned General Potter had an Army of Vagabonds sent
him, and how the Terrible Battle of the Banana Hills was Fought
Without Bloodshed

54.--An Amusing Result of a Great Battle

55.--Which Recounts how General Potter Condemned the Priests to Ride
Asses Three Times a Day, as a Good Enough Punishment for their
Intriguing; also, a Plain and Unvarnished Account of the
ever-Memorable Battle of "The Miracle," in which Old Battle, the
Greatest War Horse of these times, Lost his Life

56.--An Amusing Quarrel, which Arose Concerning the Government of
Kolorama

57.--Which Treats of How the Ruler of a Kingdom was Carried Off into
Captivity on a Mule, and how he Escaped from the Priests

58.--An Account of how the Renowned General Potter stole the Hat and
Mule of a Poor Priest, that he might go in Search of his Straying
Army

59.--The Vagaries of Mr. Tickler, Secretary and Critic to General
Roger Potter. He Relates the Story of Angelio

60.--The Last and Most Melancholy Chapter in this Eventful History,
and wherein will be found one the Most Truthful Accounts of a
Warrior Returning Home Without a Kingdom, and in a Pelting Rain






THE ADVENTURES OF MAJOR ROGER SHERMAN POTTER.

CHAPTER I.

WHICH TREATS OF THINGS NOT PARTICULARLY INTERESTING, AND MIGHT HAVE
BEEN OMITTED WITHOUT PREJUDICE TO THIS HISTORY.





CAPE COD, you must know, gentle reader, is my bleak native home, and
the birth-place of all the most celebrated critics. The latter fact
is not generally known, and for the reason that the gentry composing
that fraternity acknowledge her only with an excess of reluctance.
Her poets and historians never mention her in their famous works;
her blushing maidens never sing to her, and her novelists lay the
scenes of their romances in other lands. One solitary poet was
caught and punished for singing a song to her sands; but of her
codfish no historian has written, though divers malicious writers
have declared them the medium upon which one of our aristocracies is
founded. But I love her none the less for this.

It was a charming evening in early June. I am not disposed to state
the year, since it is come fashionable to count only days. With my
head supported in my left hand, and my elbow resting on my knee, I
sat down upon the beach to listen to the music of the tide. Curious
thoughts crowded upon my mind, and my fancy soared away into another
world. The sea was bright, the breeze came soft and balmy over the
land, and whispered and laughed. My bosom heaved with melting
emotions; and had I been skilled in the art of love, the mood I was
in qualified me for making it. The sun in the west was sinking
slowly, the horizon was hung with a rich canopy of crimson clouds,
and misty shadows played over the broad sea-plain, to the east. Then
the arcades overhead filled with curtains of amber and gold; and the
sight moved me to meditation. My soul seemed drinking in the
beauties nature was strewing at the feet of her humblest, and,
perhaps, most unthankful creatures. Then the scene began to change;
and such was its gently-stealing pace that I became moved by
emotions my tongue had no power to describe. The more I thought the
more I wondered. And I sat wondering until Dame Night drew her dusky
curtains, and the balconies of heaven filled with fleecy clouds, and
ten thousand stars, like liquid pearls, began to pour their soft
light over the land and sea. Then the "milky way" came out, as if to
take the moon's watch, and danced along the serene sky, like a
coquette in her gayest attire.

How I longed for a blushing maiden to tune her harp, or chant her
song, just then! Though I am the son of a fisherman, I confess I
thought I heard one tripping lightly behind me, her face all warm
with smiles. It was but a fancy, and I sighed while asking myself
what had induced it. Not a brook murmured; no willows distilled
their night dews; birds did not make the air melodious with their
songs; and there were no magnolia trees to shake from their locks
those showers of liquid pearls which so bedew the books of our lady
novelists. True, the sea became as a mirror, reflecting argosies of
magic sails, and the star-lights tripped, and danced, and waltzed
over the gently undulating swells. A moment more and I heard the
tide rips sing, and the ground swell murmur, as it had done in my
childhood, when I had listened and wondered what it meant. The sea
gull, too, was nestling upon the bald sands, where he had sought
rest for the night, and there echoed along through the air so
sweetly, the music of a fisherman's song; and the mimic surf danced
and gamboled along the beach, spreading it with a chain of
phosphorous light, over which the lanterns mounted on two stately
towers close by threw a great glare of light: and this completed the
picture.

While contemplating the beauties before me, I was suddenly seized
with a longing for fame. It was true I had little merit of my own,
but as it had become fashionable at this day for men without merit
to become famous, the chance for me, I thought, was favorable
indeed. I contemplated my journey in quest of fame, and resolved
never to falter. "Fame," I mused, "what quality of metal art thou
made of, that millions bow down and worship thee?" And all nature,
through her beauties, seemed returning an answer, and I arose from
my reverie, and wended my way toward the cabin of my aged parents. A
bright light streamed from one of the windows, serving as my beacon.
I had not gone far before Fame, I thought, replied for herself, and
said: "Know, son of a fisherman, that I am a capricious goddess; at
least, I am so called by the critics. And they, being adepts in deep
knowledge, render verdicts the world must not dispute. I have the
world for my court: my shrine is everywhere, and millions worship at
it. Genius, learning, and valor, are my handmaids. I have great and
good men for my vassals; and upon them it affords me comfort to
bestow my gifts. I seek out the wise and the virtuous, and place
garlands of immortality upon their heads; I toy with my victims, and
then hurl them into merited obscurity. Little men most beset me,
most hang about my garments, and sigh most for my smiles. The rich
man would have me build monuments to his memory; the ambitious poor
man repines when I forget him. Novel-writing damsels, their eyes
bedimmed with bodkin shaped tears, and their fingers steeled with
envious pens it seems their love to dip in gall, cast longing looks
at me. Peter Parley, and other poets, have laid their offerings low
at my feet. I have crowned kings and emperors; and I have cast a
favor to a fool. With queens and princes have I coquetted, and
laughed when they were laid in common dust. I have dragged the
humble from his obscurity, and sent him forth to overthrow kingdoms
and guard the destinies of peoples. Millions have gone in search of
me; few have found me. Great men are content with small favors;
small men would, being the more ambitious of the two, take me all to
themselves. Millions have aspired to my hand; few have been found
worthy of it. Editors, critics, chambermaids and priests, (without
whom we would have no great wars,) annoy me much. I am generous
enough to forgive them, to charge their evil designs to want of
discretion, to think the world would scarce miss them, and certainly
could get along well enough without them.

"In my halcyon days there appeared before me one ’neas, who was
great of piety, which he laid at my feet, soliciting only a smile.
After him came Hector, whom I condoled for his misfortunes. Upon the
head of Achilles, who sought the smallest favor, I placed a garland.
Eurylas, a man of large friendship; and Alexander, who was known
among the nations for his liberality; and C‘sar, who had some valor;
and Trajan, whose probity no one doubted; and Topirus, a man of
great fidelity; and Cato, of whom it was said that he had some
wisdom-these came, and in humility bowed before me and accepted my
offering. For the delight and instruction of future generations, I
have had their names written on the pages of history, which is the
world's gift. And this was an age of the past.

"Then the age of modern poetry and oratory came in with one
Shakspeare, and a friend of his of the name of Bacon. And it went
out with Sheridan, and one Pitt, and a queer man of the name of
Byron, whose name I have written in letters of gold, and have placed
where envious bishops cannot take it down, though they build ladders
of lawn. I will watch over it, and it shall be bright when kings and
bishops are forgotten.

"Then there came the age of Washington; which was a new age, in a
new world, with new glories and new men, whose names I have
enshrined for the study of the young, the old, the great, and the
good. On Jefferson's brow I laid a laurel that shall be green in all
coming time; and the memories of Webster, Clay, and Calhoun shall
long wear my mantle, for they won it worthily.

"Latterly, I have been much annoyed by one Benton, who, being a man
of much light and shade, climbs my ladder only to break it down, and
is for ever mounting dragons he cannot ride. If I shake him from my
skirts to-day, he will to-morrow meet me upon the highway, and
charge me with ingratitude. Dancing-girls and politicians beset me
on all sides, reminding me that, without them, the world would go to
ruin. Political parsons and milliners daily make war upon me. And
singing women, and critics who herald their virtues for pennies,
threaten to plunder me of my glories. And, though I am not a vain
dame, many of these think me as cheaply bought as their own praise.

"I would not have you mourn over the age of poetry and oratory, for
that also is of the past. You must not forget that it is become
fashionable for men to give themselves to the getting of gold, which
they pursue with an avidity I fear will end in the devil getting all
their souls. You, son of a fisherman, shall be the object of my
solicitude. Go out upon the world; be just to all, nor withhold your
generosity from those who are worthy of it. Be sure, too, that you
make the objects of your pursuit in all cases square with justice.
Let your purposes be unvarying, nor be presumptuous to your equals.
Beware lest you fall into the company of boisterous talking and
strong drinking men, such as aspire to the control of the nation at
this day; and, though they may not have been many months in the
country, kindly condescend to teach us how to live. Also let those
who most busy themselves with making presidents for us keep other
company than yours, for their trade is a snare many a good man has
been caught in to his sorrow."

And Fame, I thought, continued discoursing to me in this manner
until I reached the cabin of my father, when she bid me good night
and departed. I entered the cabin and found my father, who was bent
with age, sitting by the great fire-place, mending his nets. My
mother was at her wheel, spinning flax. She was a tidy little body,
of the old school. Her notions of the world in general were somewhat
narrow and antiquated; while the steeple-crown cap she wore on her
head so jauntily, and her apron of snow-white muslin, that hung so
neatly over a black silk dress, and was secured about the neck with
a small, crimped collar, gave her an air of cheerfulness the sweet-
ness of her oval face did much to enhance. My father, whose face and
hands were browned with the suns of some sixty summers, had a touch
of the patriarch about him. He often declared the world outside of
Cape Cod so wicked as not to be worth living in. He was short of
figure, had flowing white hair, a deeply-wrinkled brow, and
corrugated lips, and blue eyes, over-arched with long, brown
eyelashes. My mother ran to me, and my father grasped me firmly by
the hand, for he was not a little concerned about my stay on the
beach. Indeed, I may as well confess, that he regarded me as a
wayward youth, over whom it was just as well to exercise a guardian
hand. In his younger days he had been what was called extremely good
looking, a quality he frequently told me I had inherited, and from
which he feared I might suffer grievous harm, unless I exercised
great caution when divers damsels he had a jealous eye upon
approached me. My mother was less jealous of my exploits among the
sex, which she rather encouraged.

Another cause of anxiety with my father was the fact that I had
written a "Life and Times" of Captain Seth Brewster; which work,
though the hero was a fisherman, reached a sale of forty thousand
copies, put money in my pocket, and made me the pet of all the
petticoats round about. It was not unnatural, then, that my father,
with his peculiar turn of mind, should set me down as being
partially insane. I had also manufactured several very
highly-colored verses in praise of Cape Cod; and these my publisher,
who was by no means a tricky man, said had made a great stir in the
literary world. And his assertion I found confirmed by the critics,
who, with one accord, and without being paid, declared these verses
proof that the author possessed "a rare inventive genius." The
meaning of this was all Hebrew to me. My mother suggested that it
might be a figure of speech copied from Chaldean mythology.

Another cause of alarm for my morals, in the eyes of my father, was
the fact of my having made two political speeches. And these,
according to divers New York politicians, had secured Cape Cod to
General Pierce. And, as a reward for this great service, and to the
end of illustrating in some substantial manner (so it is written at
this day) their appreciation of a politician so distinguished, I was
waited upon by a delegation of the before-named politicians, (two of
whom came slightly intoxicated,) who had come, as they said, to
tender to me an invitation to visit New York. A public reception by
the Mayor and Council; a grand banquet at Tammany Hall; the honor of
being made one of its Sachems; free apartments and two charming
serenades at the New York Hotel; and divers suppers at very
respectable houses, were temptingly suggested as an inducement for
me to come out and take a prominent position. Indeed, such were the
representations of this distinguished delegation, that I began to
think the people of New York singularly rich and liberal, seeing
that they trusted their surplus money in the hands of persons who
were so loose of morals that they could find no other method of
spending it than suppering and serenading men of my obscure stamp.

But if my father was alarmed lest my morals should suffer by these
temptations, my mother would have answered to heaven for my virtue,
though a dozen damsels were setting snares for me. And this will be
shown in the next chapter.






CHAPTER II.

WHICH TREATS OF HOW I LEFT MY NATIVE CAPE, AND SUNDRY OTHER MATTERS.





I HAD no sooner disclosed to my father my musings with Fame, and the
aspirations she had excited in me, than he went right into a
passion, and set me down as extravagant and mad. He had entertained
hopes of making me a schoolmaster, perhaps an inspector of fish, in
which office excellent opportunities for increasing one's fortunes
were offered; but I had been rendered quite useless to the parish
ever since the New York politicians had taken me into their favor.
Anybody, he said, might go out upon and know the world, but few had
the courage and daring to grapple with its difficulties. And then,
the world was so wicked that men of reflection instinctively shrank
from it. Notwithstanding my wild, visionary plans, he yet had hopes
of me. But if I sought distinction in the political world, it would
be well not to forget that it had at this day become a dangerous
quicksand, over which a series of violent storms continually heaved.
And these storms, by some mysterious process or other, were
incessantly casting up on the shore of political popularity and
making heroes of men whose virtues were not weighty enough to keep
them at the bottom. "Be an humble citizen, my son," said he: "learn
to value a quiet life. You are not given to loud and boisterous
talking, to lying, or to slandering; which things, at this day, are
essential to political success. Worthy and well disposed persons are
too much afraid of being drowned in the violence of the storm
politicians with shallow brains and empty pockets create, by their
anxiety to take the affairs of the nation into their own keeping.
Remember, too, that if you fail in the object of your ambition (and
you are not vagabond enough to succeed), the remotest desert will
not hide you from the evil designs of your enemies. You may seek
some crystal stream; you may let your tears flow with its waters;
but such will not lighten your disappointment, for the persecuted
heart is no peace-offering to the political victor. Politically
vanquished; and you are like an unhappy lover who seeks him a rural
deity and sings his complaints to the winds. Your eye will become
jealous at the fortunes of others, but your sighs over the cruelty
of what you are pleased to call human imperfections will not bring
back your own. Stay quietly at home, my son, and if you cannot be a
schoolmaster, chance may one day turn you up President of these
United States. Let your insanity for writing books not beguile you
into crime; and above all, I would enjoin you, my son, never to
write the 'Life and Character' of an in-going President, for then,
to follow the fashion of the day, and make for him a life that would
apply with equal truth to King Mancho, or any one of his sable
subjects, will be necessary that you write him down the hero of
adventures he never dreamed of, and leave out the score of
delinquincies his real life is blemished with. If you do this, wise
men will set you down a scribbler for charity's sake."

Thus spoke my venerable father. But I remembered that he had several
times before said that if I would so square my morals as to become
in favor with the matronly portion of the parish he would even try
and make a parson of me, which was, in his opinion, a promotion
still higher than schoolmaster. Having got a parish, and chosen the
richest damsel of the flock for my wife, there was nothing to hinder
me from snapping my fingers at the world and its persecutions.

My father, I would here observe, in justice to his memory, was much
given to the study of religion, and would not unfrequently invite to
his house the parson of a neighboring village, that he might debate
with him on matters appertaining to the creed, which he had been
thirty years narrowing down to the finest point. And yet he always
kept a vigilant eye to his worldly affairs, nor ever let a man get
the better of him in a bargain. Indeed it was said of him that
though he had not been to sea for many a day he so linked himself to
the fortunes of his neighbors as to secure a large share of the
bounty so generously paid by our government. That there was nothing
in this inconsistent with his love of true religion my father was
assured by the parson, who held that worldly possessions in no wise
blunted the appetite for redemption; and that even bill-discounting
quakers, with their bags of gold on their backs, would not find the
gates of heaven shut to them. And as the parson was a man of great
learning, though small of figure, and very curatical in his features
and dress, his opinions were in high favor with the villagers, among
whom he had given it out that he was a graduate of Yale and Harvard,
both of which celebrated institutions had conferred high honors upon
him. This high throwing of the parson's lasso getting abroad atoned
for innumerable antiquated and very dull sermons, for the delivery
of which he would excuse himself to his private friends by saying
that his salary was but four hundred dollars a year, one third of
which he took in No. 2 mackerel no one would buy of him. He was
excessively fussy; and if he advocated temperance to-day, he would
to-morrow take a sly smash, never forgetting to add that it was
recommended by his physician, who was likewise a man of great
learning. Under the influence of this medicine, it was said, by
malicious people, which no parish is with--out, that if the occasion
demanded a serious sermon he was sure to preach one that would send
all the young folks of his congregation into a titter. If the
occasion was such as to tolerate a little humor, he was sure to send
them all into a melancholy mood with the gravity of his remarks. In
fine, he was sure to be on the opposite side of everything natural.
The only question he was not quite sure it would do to get upon, was
the slavery question. And for this he always excused himself by
saying that there were many others in the same condition. It would
not do to be in the desert, hence he inclined to the policy of our
fashionable clergy, who are extremely cautious not to steer too
close to questions not popular enough to be profitably espoused. If
Parson Stebbins (for such was his name) let drop a few words in
favor of freedom to-day, Obadiah Morgan, the most influential member
of his church, would to-morrow politely withdraw. A word or two
complimentary of the South and her peculiar institutions was equally
sure to find him taken to task by the philanthropic females of his
parish. In truth, he could approach neither side of the question
without finding a fire in his rear. And as his empty pocket would
not allow him to rise to independence, he resolved to preach to that
portion of his church which was content to let the slavery question
take care of itself.

The parson joined my father in his endeavors to shake the resolution
I had taken, and said many things concerning the snares set by the
wicked world, and how easy it was for an ardent youth like myself to
fall into them, that grievously annoyed my mother; for, as I have
said before, she had great faith in my virtue, and so doted on me
that she had a ready excuse for all my follies. Indeed, she would
often smile at the combined alarm of my father and the parson,
saying she held it infinitely better that a youth like myself go out
upon the world in search of distinction, for therein lay the
virtue of his example. Children were born to the world; if they had
daring enough to go out upon it and battle with it, the parson's
advice to stay at home was unnecessary. You could not make human
things divine; and, to expect miracles from saints now-a-days, or
truth from critics, or liberality from parsons, was like looking for
reason in our "current literature."

When my father found that I was, in spite of the admonitions of the
parson, resolved on setting out, and that he was confronted by the
strong opposition of my mother, he gave up in despair, telling me
whatever befell me, not to look to him for succor. My mother, on the
other hand, gave herself up to my preparation for the journey with
so much ardor, that she for several days almost wholly neglected the
regulation of her domestic affairs. My precious new suit of black,
in which I had adorned myself on Sundays, and, not a little vain of
my appearance, shone out at church, was got out and brushed, and
then nicely packed away in my valise, which likewise contained an
ample supply of unmentionables, and homemade shirts, and stockings,
and other articles appertaining to the wardrobe of an adventurous
young man. My mother also exercised a wise discretion in the
selection of such books as she thought would afford me "maxims of
guidance," as she called it, through the world. A pocket Bible, and
a small volume of the "Select Edition of Franklin's Maxims," a book
in high favor with the good people of the Cape, were got of a
bookseller in Barnstable, a queer wag, who had got rich by vending a
strange quality of literature and taking fish in exchange. In
addition to these good books provided by my mother, I was careful
not to forget my "Polite Speech Maker," a book which I confess to
have studied much. In truth, like many distinguished members of
Congress, I am indebted to it for my great political popularity.
Resolved as I am that this history shall never swerve from the
truth, I would sincerely recommend a study of the "Polite Speech
Maker" to all juvenile politicians, dealers in liquor, editors of
three-cent newspapers, and learned litterateurs, whose names,
according to sundry malicious writers, it is come the fashion of the
day to reflect in one mirror.

In the "Polite Speech Maker" will be found such sentences as "the
tranquilized glory of our glorious country," and "the undying
beauties, that starry emblem, our flag, awakens in our heart of
hearts;" and sundry others, equally abstruse, but no less essential
to the objects of primary meetings. The author of this invaluable
work is my learned friend and very erudite scholar, Dr. Easley. And
as some readers hold the study of an author of much more importance
than his book, I may be excused for saying here that no one can take
up one and forget the other, since literature, as is there set
forth, was never before either blessed or encumbered with so great a
doctor.

My library and outfit being complete, my mother, having provided me
with a yellow waistcoat and white plush hat out of her private
purse, gave an evening party in honor of my departure. Parson
Stebbins, the doctor of a neighboring village, (not Easley, for he
had set up his fortunes in New York,) and sundry bright-eyed damsels
of my acquaintance, were invited, and came accompanied by their
sturdy parents. The last jar of jam and applesauce was stormed, the
two fattest pullets in the yard brought to the block, choice mince
and pumpkin pies were propounded, three dollars were expended upon a
citron cake such as Cape Cod had never seen before, and no less than
a dozen bottles of Captain Zeke Brewster's double refined cider was
got of Major Cook, the grocer. Stronger beverages were held in
questionable respect by the Cape folks. My mother did, indeed, busy
herself for nearly two days in the preparation of this supper,
declaring at the same time that she would not be outdone by any
housewife this side of Barnstable at least. Nor did she heed my
father, who continued the while muttering his misgivings.

The stars shone out bright on the night of the party, which passed
off to the delight of every one present. The fowls, and the pies,
and the jam and apple-sauce, and a dish of tea the parson declared
could not be excelled, were all discussed with great cheerfulness.
My father, as was his custom, drew his chair aside after supper, and
engaged two of his guests in religious conversation, while the
doctor and the parson got into a corner, and soon became deeply
absorbed in a question of law, which they debated over the cider.

No sooner had my mother set her table to rights than she, with an
air of motherly watchfulness, drew her chair beside the damsels,
with whom I was exchanging the gossip of the Cape, and entered
cheerfully into our conversation.

More than one of the bright eyed and ruddy cheeked damsels gave out
hints that led me to believe they would have accompanied me on my
journey and shared the fortunes of my career. Nor did their hints
disturb my mother, whose mind was too pure to conceive their
attentions aught else than blessings. And thus, with an abundance of
good cheer, and the interchange of those civilities so common to
villagers, and the singing of an orthodox hymn or two, in which my
father joined, while the doctor and the parson continued their
discussion over the cider, passed one of those rustic evening
parties so characteristic of Cape Cod.

Half-past nine o'clock arrived, and it being an hour of bedtime
religiously kept by the villagers, the bright eyed damsels and their
chaperons, each in turn, shook me warmly by the hand, congratulated
my mother on having a son so daring, lisped words of encouragement
in my ear, and took an affectionate leave. Among them there was one
Altona Marabel, the daughter of a worthy fisherman. This damsel had
a face of exquisite beauty; and her great lustrous eyes and blushing
cheeks had caused me many a sigh. And now I saw that her heart beat
in unison with mine, for the words good-by hung reluctant upon her
lips. Nay, more, she would have sealed the love she bore me with a
tear, for as she shook my hand it came like a pearl in her eye, and
she wiped it away lest it write the tale of her heart upon the
crimson of her cheek.

Neither the doctor nor the parson were disturbed at the departure of
the rest of the company; for they continued to praise the quality of
the cider and debate the question of law until my father went into a
deep sleep, from which he was disturbed by the parson, who, in
response to an invitation from the doctor, commenced singing a song
for the entertainment of my mother. Such joviality was uncommon with
the parson, and so surprised and astonished my father, that he
intimated to the doctor that it would not be amiss to get him home.
Being something of a wag, the doctor intended to vanquish the parson
with the cider, and then perform certain mischievous tricks with his
features. But this my father, who was not given to sporting with the
weaknesses of others, prevented, by ordering my mother to lock up
the six remaining bottles. "We might debate the question until
daylight, but I could not convince you," spake the parson, rising
from his chair on finding the bottles empty, and rather fussily
adjusting his spectacles, "it is not expected that law is a part of
your profession."

The doctor being a well bred and courteous man, bowed and held his
peace. Indeed, he saw that the parson's intellect was somewhat
deranged; hence he held it more becoming a Christian to tender his
services in conducting him to his home, which was some two miles
off. The parson now took me by the hand, and having looked me in the
eye steadily for nearly a minute, addressed me as follows: "You,
young man, I am afraid, have got a dangerous turn of mind. Many is
the young man that has been hurried to destruction by a too daring
and adventurous spirit. But if your resolution to go out upon the
world in search of fame is not to be shaken by anything I say, then
I would enjoin you always to so fence up your character that the
devil and slander-loving editors cannot pick holes in it. Pray much.
Let no one tempt you with mild drinks, for such only lead to the
taking of stronger ones. Go regularly to church, but let not your
eyes fall upon the faces of pretty women so that your ears be sealed
to the sermon. Never make love to another man's wife. Remember this
when you are a great man, for with them it is become a fashion. Let
ruffians go their own way. Let gentlemen be your companions, and
never fail to show them that you can at least be their equal in
courteous demeanor. Always pay your washerwoman; be not ashamed to
acknowledge your father, and remember that the fonder you speak of
your mother, the more you will be beloved by strangers. Avoid
politicians, who are come to be great vagabonds, who drink bad
liquor and give their thoughts to base designs against the nation's
gold. If you become great and valorous, historians will no doubt
defame you, and lay crimes of which you were innocent at your door,
as is common with them. But you must bear what they say of you with
Christian fortitude, remembering, always, that it is a delight with
them to tear greatness from its high throne." The parson looked
wisely in my face as he said this, and shook his head warningly.
"Most of all," he continued, "never permit yourself to fall into the
hands of treasury swindlers, money changers, and malicious editors,
who will set you up as the only fit person to be President of these
United States, though you have not a single qualification necessary
to the office. For they, being tricky men, will be sure to let you
down with the same facility they took you up; and when your
ancestors, down to the third and fourth generations are dug up, (as
it has become necessary to do,) and their character, together with
your own, made blacker than the ink they seek to damage one
another's character with, they will be the first to declare they
were mistaken in you-that you were not the man they took you for."

The parson said many other things of a like character, out which I
did not think worth writing down in my memory. He then shook hands
with my mother and father, expressed his surprise at the lateness of
the hour to the doctor, and took his leave, meeting with a strange
mishap on his way home, which will be related in the next chapter.






CHAPTER III.

IN WHICH IS RELATED A PLEASANT MEETING WITH A RENOWNED MAJOR.





EARLY on the following morning, before the sun had hung the eastern
sky with golden mists, my mother was astir, and in due time had a
plain but substantial breakfast prepared. And, too, I heard my
father muttering his misgivings in an adjoining chamber. My valise,
nicely packed and strapped, stood by the door; this I thought a
contrivance of my father to shake my resolution. Indeed I must
confess that whenever my eye rested upon it, an emotion of regret
moved me, and my fancy filled with an hundred perils that seemed
incident to my career. The earnestness of my mother, however, always
restored me to confidence. Her motto was, never despond, nor sit
idly at home, when fame and fortune are to be gained by going
abroad. She did everything with great cheerfulness of manner, and
though the frosts of fifty winters had made snow-white the hairs of
her head, and plowed their furrows deep into her oval face, there
was a vigor in her action that might have excited the envy of youth.

Though I could not suppress the effect of those reminiscences of
home, which on the eve of departure from it, rise up and disturb the
feelings, no sooner was breakfast over than I shouldered my valise,
and with my father on my left, and my mother on my right, sallied
forth to the garden gate, where we halted before taking a last
parting. The favorite watch-dog, Tray, who had gamboled with me in
my boyhood, and held himself worthy of protecting me in his old
age, followed us, wagging his tail in evident delight at the
prospect of bearing me company. A soft breeze fanned over the beach,
the dew-dripping rose bushes, that lined the green-topped picket
fence, waved their tops to and fro, the sparrows whistled and sung,
and wooed, as if Providence had made them for that alone; and all
nature seemed putting on her gayest attire to inspire me with
resolution.

"My son," said my father, grasping me tightly by the hand, as the
words trembled upon his lips, and the breeze played with his gray
locks, and his eyes filled with tears, "if go you must, be a man in
all things; but heed not the sayings of men who talk loudest of
being your friends."

"Why should he not go, daddy?" replied my mother, who was accustomed
to addressing him in this manner. "Be your own judge of the world,
my son, nor ever think bad of it until you have made your virtues an
example to others, for they who condemn the world most have least to
lay at its door." She then took my hand affectionately, and after
gently rebuking my father for his attempt, as she styled it, to
excite me to melancholy, which she held to be a great enemy to
youth, kissed me and bade me adieu. And I set out, taking the road
to Barnstable. They both leaned over the little gate, and twice
exchanged adieus with me, as I turned to have a last look at all
that had been so dear to my childhood. Faithful old Tray bore me
company, and wagged his tail approvingly, and the rose tree tops, as
I fancied, waved me a God speed; and the wind whispered joyously;
and the birds flirted and sported before me on the sandy road, and
tuned their songs to the temper of my feelings.

Between me and Tray there existed the uninterrupted friendship of a
lifetime, the recollections of which I have sometimes thought of
writing for the benefit of future generations, seeing that to write
one's recollections, (to which may be added the recollections of
others,) is become extremely fashionable. Tray had been my companion
in many an adventure, all of which I thought he at this moment
treasured in his memory, and would have recounted were he possessed
of the power of speech. Having ascended a piece of rising ground,
about a mile from the house, I sat down by the road side, intending
to take leave of him and send him back, according to the request of
my mother. He immediately planted himself close by my side, laid his
great paw incessantly upon my knee, and, with looks of regret, would
have expressed the friendship he bore me with caresses. Indeed there
seemed a hidden goodness in his heart, a nobleness that caused the
current of his friendship to flow with much gentleness, and a
singleness in his mute appeals to my approbation, that I could not
help contrasting with the insincerity of those dogs who go about the
world on two legs, and imagine themselves most valiant when
devouring one another.

After resting for a few minutes, and casting a longing look over the
scene behind me, recalling, as it did, so many old associations, I
told Tray that we must part; and that as he was now well down in
years, perhaps we should never more meet again. He seemed to
understand all I said to him, and, as I patted him gently upon the
head, repaid my friendship by caressing my hand, and turning upon me
several sympathetic looks. On telling him that he must go home, he
hung his head, and drooped his tail, and moved slowly into the road,
several times halting and casting reluctant looks back. Then he
stretched himself down in the sand, and placing his head between his
great paws, watched me out of sight.

Having journeyed about two miles, I reached a cross-road, and saw
approaching one of those great wagons familiarly known in that part
of the country as "tin wagons." It was drawn by an exceedingly lean,
gray horse; and a short, fat man, with a broad, florid face, beaming
with good nature, was mounted upon a high seat, made of a bundle of
sheepskins. He was squint eyed, spacious mouthed, and had a nose
that was flat to the end, which turned up in a short pug. His hair
was of a sandy color, and parted carelessly down the center; and his
dress was of well-worn gray satinet, which sat loosely upon his
rotund figure. His hat, of soft black felt, was drawn well down over
his low forehead, and but for his beard, which was thick and matty,
one might easily have mistaken him for a cross between a Dutch
washerwoman and a pumpkin-bellied quaker.

His team moved along at a measured pace, as if keeping time to the
song he was singing, with great flow of spirits, for his own
entertainment. I waited until he came up, much amused at the manner
in which he every few minutes cracked his big whip. "Stranger!" said
he, in a shrill, squeaking voice, "which way are you
journeying?-what can I do to serve you this morning?" He reined up
his team, and dismounting in a trice, extended his hand with a
heartiness I was surprised to find in a stranger. "Jedediah Smooth,
the renowned fisherman, is my father, and I have set out in search
of fame and fortune," was my reply. At this he set his small, but
searching eyes upon me, and seemed confounded, the cause of which I
was not a little anxious to learn.

"Son of the worthiest of fathers!" he exclaimed, in a voice of great
earnestness, "my delight at meeting one whose fame as a politician
has preceded him, knows no bounds." Again he shook my hand
fervently, as a pleasing delirium seemed to have seized upon his
senses. "Accidents are sometimes equal to conquests," he continued.
"Know, then, that you confront Major Roger Sherman Potter, commonly
called Major Roger Potter. Like a titillation of the fancy, I have
been thrown up and down by the tide of political fortune and
misfortune until I became sickened of it, and resolved to seek
obscurity, and live like an honest man by the sale of tin, and such
wares as the good people of this remote part of the world might have
a demand for. You must not judge me by the calling necessity has now
forced me to follow, for I hold it right, and in strict accordance
with the nature of our institutions, that when fortune forsakes us,
we stand not upon the order of a reputation, which at best is but a
poor thing in time of need, but give ourselves manfully to any labor
by which our hands may preserve the honesty of our heads. It is much
better, I think, than following the fashion of our politicians, who
reward the people who send them to Congress by neglecting their duty
to the country, and studying those arts by which they can
appropriate to themselves the choicest spoils."

The Major now led his team a little out of the road, hung his feed
bag to his horse's head, and while the animal was eating, spread a
sheepskin upon the ground, under some elder bushes, and invited me
to sit down to a plentiful supply of crackers and cheese, to which
he added a quart of cider drawn from a small keg he kept secreted
under his box. He also discovered to me the fact, that in addition
to every variety of tin ware, mop handles, washboards, crimping
moulds, and wooden faucets, he kept a small supply of fourth proof
brandy, which he sold to those who had a want in that line for
winter strained sperm oil, a name convenient enough to suit all
purposes. In truth, the good people of the neighboring villages had
taken so strongly to the temperance cause, that no spiritous
liquors could be got of anybody but the doctor, and then only on a
certificate from the parson, who vouched for your good character,
and set forth that to the best of his belief, it would be used only
as a medicine. And the doctor, who had a scrupulous regard for all
good and well regulated communities, took a joint interest with the
parson, and so raised the price of this sort of medicine as to make
the trade an extremely lucrative one. But as the rich were never
known to be denied, and the poor had not money enough to enjoy so
expensive a cure for their maladies, which were greatest in number,
the popular enactment became not only a grievous, but a very
oppressive monopoly. And this monopoly the major, who esteemed
himself a great public benefactor, sought a cure for in selling for
three shillings a pint, an article equal in quality to that for
which the doctor and the parson demanded ten. But this, he said,
very good naturedly, he was compelled to do on the sly, for though
his customers were principally poor people, if it got noised abroad,
nothing could save him from the fury of a mob of pious and very
orderly people, who would get up town meetings and vote him down an
intolerable nuisance. This done, and the market for his tin pints
and washboards would be closed for ever.

Having refreshed ourselves with the crackers and cheese and cider,
the Major very pleasantly commenced recounting a little affair of
honor he had been called upon to adjust but a few minutes before,
and as he was proud of his skill as a diplomatist, the recital
afforded him an infinite amount of pleasure.

"Parsons and doctors," said he, taking a copious cup of cider, "no
doubt imagine themselves (and they have an undisputed right so to
do) to be the very embodiment of natural benevolence and inviolable
fidelity. But there are things of an opposite nature, to which their
hearts and inclinations are as susceptible as those of the tenderest
virgins. I was pursuing my journey this morning, when 'old Battle,'
my horse, who has smelled powder enough to make his nerves more
steady, pricked up his ears at something he saw in the bushes by the
roadside. Reining him up, I dismounted, and to my great surprise
discovered two well-dressed men fast asleep, locked in each other's
arms. 'Faith of my father!' says I, 'who's here?' A slightly
guttural sound was followed by a hoarse voice answering, 'It's only
me.' And then a lean figure, with two well-blacked eyes, and a face
otherwise disfigured, disconnected itself from its fellow, rose to
its haunches, and stared at me with wild dismay. A white neckcloth,
somewhat besmeared with blood, denoted his profession. On coming to
his senses he aroused his companion, and commenced charging him with
being the cause of the sad plight he was in. Neither seemed to have
a very distinct recollection of the event that had founed them in a
condition so disgraceful to them as respectable citizens; and the
other protested his innocence of any misdemeanor, but was equally at
a loss how to account for the disfigured face of his companion, and
was about charging the whole affair to a dispensation of Providence,
that being the most convenient and fashionable method for disposing
of such things. But the man of the disfigured face, who was no less
a person than Parson Stebbins, (and his companion the doctor, of
whom mention was made in the foregoing chapter,) clung tenaciously
to what he was pleased to call his love of facts, and said he would
come out with it all, that the truth of history might not be
impeached.

"They had been spending the evening at your father's house, and were
regaled with cider of such uncommon strength as to make a deep
impression upon their sensibilities. The doctor declared they
drank nothing stronger, notwithstanding the parson accused him of
having a small flask in his pocket. It was late when they left the
house; and as they had been warmly discussing whether it was right
in the sight of God to hang a woman for killing her drunken husband,
without coming to any decision, they agreed to change the subject to
one of a theological character, it being absolutely necessary that
they have something to debate on their way home. The doctor inquired
of the parson, what he thought of the doctrine held by many popular
divines, that God made Moses and Elijah visible to the Apostles on
the occasion of the transfiguration. The parson, after pausing a few
moments, and remarking that he had a curious feeling in his head,
which seemed to sit unsafely upon his shoulders, replied that the
question was of too abstruse a nature to be debated by any but
members of his own profession, to which it of right belonged. If he
were to speak his mind it would be to give doctors in general no
very high reputation for either morals or religion. 'True history
never gave them much mention; and though Aristotle had treated their
vagaries with great condescension, Cicero never could be got to look
with favor upon them. Yours is a mischievous profession, the members
of which are always seeking the demolition of useful sciences.' This
the parson said in so angry a tone that it excited the pugnacity of
the doctor, who was scrupulous of his profession, and declared he
would not stand by and hear it slandered.

"They had now staggered among some laurel bushes at the side of the
road, when the doctor, having inquired if the parson meant anything
personal, and not receiving an immediate answer, fetched him a blow
that felled him to the ground, and almost simultaneously followed
him. And now so great was his fear of having done him bodily injury,
that he seized him in his arms, and, thus embraced, they had slept
until I disturbed them. Each now commenced giving a confused version
of the affair, criminating and recriminating in a manner that only
served to increase the disgrace to which it attached. The doctor
protested his innocence of the deed, while the parson continued to
discant upon the consequences that would result from the
disfiguration of his features. At the same time they both intimated
their readiness to have me sit in judgment upon their affairs, and
accept my decision as final.

"When they had put on their hats I bid them sit down upon a
moss-covered hillock, and hold their peace. Having done this with
great good nature, I seated myself on an opposite one, and commenced
to deliberate upon their case. The state of debility in which they
had unfortunately found themselves on the previous night must,
doubtless, be put down to the strength of the cider. The debility,
then, being acknowledged, neither could be held accountaable to the
other for acts committed while morally insane. As to the imputation
cast upon the medical profession by the parson, even were it done
when the mind was morally sane, it ought only to be set down to the
natural envy existing among members of different professions, and
was much to be deplored, for instead of one being ambitious to claim
a superiority over the other, they ought to regard themselves
coworkers in equally good causes, and for the advancement of a
common humanity. In order to settle the questions they had attempted
to debate, I proposed that they adopt the rule laid down by our
noisy Congressmen, each being satisfied in his own mind that he had
demolished the arguments of the other, and for ever settled the
question at issue. The battering they had given each other was a
thing of the past. Was it not better then to let a bygone be a
bygone, rather than seek a technical satisfaction, that while it
afforded the public some amusement would only bring themselves a
great deal of pain? They could no more recall the past than they
could make a set of rules for governing the appetites of the people.
There were always simpletons enough to believe that they could be
cured of consumption by taking such nostrums as cod liver oil and
Wistar's Balsam; so also would the world always be pestered with men
simple enough to believe that every man must square his inclinations
to the measure of their own. But one point now remained to be
deliberated upon, and that was how the doctor should atone to the
parson for his damaged face. I, however, soon overcame this, by
suggesting that it would be no more than right, and equally becoming
of a Christian, that the parson accept the doctor's deep regrets in
offset for the injuries he had received in his features. This the
parson, who was not to be outdone in his benevolence of soul,
readily acquiesced in; and thus was saved the trouble of calling in
the aid of a lawyer, who, with no earthly hope of restoring the
broken peace, would have made destructive inroads upon both their
pockets. The two now shook hands, and with expressions of the
highest esteem for each other, thanked me and took their departure
for home."

I had my suspicions that this story was a romance of the Major's own
manufacture; nor were my suspicions dispelled by any subsequent act
of his. And notwithstanding he was ready at all times to redress the
wrongs of thirsty humanity, he kept a sharp eye to the equivalent,
and had an inveterate hatred of all who opposed his free trade
principles, which, in a measure, accounted for the story of the
doctor and the parson. In truth, he had the facility of an Arab for
manufacturing romances, which he used as a means to demolish his
enemies, as will hereafter be shown in this history.






CHAPTER IV.

MAJOR ROGER POTTER RECOUNTS HIS NUMEROUS EXPLOITS IN WAR AND
POLITICS.





HAVING finished the story with great sincerity of manner, the major
commenced to brighten and polish up his face with his handkerchief,
and to pack away his provender. This done, he bridled old Battle,
his horse, arranged his seat of sheepskins, and invited me to mount
and ride with him; for no sooner had I discovered to him the object
of my undertaking than he dubbed himself the luckiest of fellows,
offering to be my companion in arms, and the sharer of my fortunes.
Three loud cracks of the whip, and old Battle started off at a brisk
pace, the major adding that if we made haste we would reach
Barnstable by nightfall. As the wagon rolled over the road, a
cackling noise was kept up, much to my surprise and annoyance; this
I found was caused by a coop of disconsolate chickens, which the
major had bought on speculation, and fastened to the back of his
wagon, intending to make a good thing by selling them for Shanghais
whenever he could find a customer.

"Now, although I know you so well by reputation, you may not have
heard so much of me as many others have. It is no great thing for a
major like me to be engaged in this sort of business, you will
think; but an honest living made by vending tin is better than a
fortune gained by fingering the affairs of the nation. Indeed I have
often thought a man was never so great as when he condescended to
make his living honestly. As you see, I have surrendered myself to
fortune, and am what some would call 'down in the world.' But I have
been up, and made a noise, and will make more when next I get up."
These remarks were delivered with such evident self-conceit, that I
was at a loss how to comprehend their meaning, and asked the major
to explain himself.

After cracking his whip twice or thrice, he resumed, "My father, (he
is gone, God bless him,) was an honest shoemaker in the town of
Barnstable, where I was born and reared. Being poor, he could not
give me much schooling; but we lived comfortably, and enjoyed the
respect of the town people. I assisted him at his trade of making
shoes until I reached the age of two and twenty, being esteemed a
skillful mechanic. Joining the Barnstable Invincibles, a very
disorderly militia company, I was twice elected its captain, which
was considered a very good practical joke, the militia there being
in very bad odor with everybody but the young damsels of the town.
To my military title, then, I owe one of the most fortunate
circumstances of my life-that of getting a wife. And this wife,
though she bore my title the strongest love, was quite as good as I
deserved. In due time we were blessed with one, and then another
little Potter, and I began to thank heaven for making me the
happiest of men. A snug little home was the result of frugality and
industry, and peace reigned in it. But my wife was vain of my
military reputation, which she regarded as a hinge for taking a
higher position in the world. I must tell you that she cut two
clever speeches from an old newspaper, declaring that I must study
them, so that with a few alterations, (an art well understood by our
clergymen and politicians,) I could set up for a public man, making
them apply to all great questions with equal force.

"Wife was of a good, puritanical family, and, as I afterwards had
reason to know, well understood how to push her husband up in the
world. I got the speeches down without the slightest difficulty."
Here the major wet his organs of speech with a little of something
he kept in a small flask he drew from his breast-pocket. "They were
fu l of blaze. In truth, I may say without fear of contradiction,
that a dozen patriots might have found room to roll up in them and
die gloriously. Still, it didn't seem to me much for a man to get a
speech into his head; so, after getting another, I found no
difficulty in getting twenty, all of which were applicable to
general subjects. The Tippecanoe fever then began to spread with
great virulency, and such was the power of its contagion that John
Crispin threw away his lapstone, and Peter Vulcan hung up his anvil,
and both went about the country delivering themselves of great
speeches, with which they deluded the simple-minded villagers, who
forced greatness upon them at every step. And so forcibly did the
opinion that they were great men take root with the good natured
mass, that the great men of the newspapers, and the kind-hearted
critics, who are greater, seconded the opinion, and set them down
for wonders. The ambition of my wife now knew no bounds. She
insisted that I should go to the next political meeting, and then
and there deliver one of the speeches I had got into my head, and
which I had twice spoken before her, that the variations might be
squared to the occasion. My shoe bench I sold for a trifle, and my
pegs and awls were consigned to the children for playthings. The
Tippecanoe side of politics being the most popular, as well as
profitable, I tied to it at once; and on going to the "Coon-meeting"
surprised and astonished every one with the power and arguments of
my speech. I may indeed humbly say, I flashed into greatness with
the quickness of lightning. Neither Cicero nor Lycurgus were ever,
in their day, thought so well of by the multitudes. It got noised
about that Webster would have to give up to me. And I am sure that
if the elder Adams or Jefferson had been living, they would have
been set down by the editors, in the gravest sentences they were
capable of penning, as mere shadows in comparison."

Here the major paused to make room for the Provincetown stage; a
great yellow coach, full of passengers, which we had come upon
suddenly. The driver of the stage, not liking the slow pace in which
old Battle was proceeding to make room for him, laid his whip
briskly over his haunches, quickening his movements, but driving the
major into a furious passion. The sudden twitch landed us both upon
the sandy road, under the pile of sheepskins we had used for a seat.
In this dilemma the major called loudly for assistance, swearing
that if the stage driver would but stop he would give him battle to
his satisfaction. This only served to increase the mirth of the
passengers, who rather encouraged their mischievous driver, now
looking round and making grimaces at his adversary. The major,
however, was not long in extricating himself from the sheepskins,
when, for want of a better weapon, he seized a string of tin pints,
and running as fast as his short legs would carry him, hurled them
one after another at the stage coach. Ceasing to afford the
passengers this amusement only when his wind gave out, the major
swore by his military reputation that if they would only give him an
opportunity he would whip the stageload before breakfast, and think
it a mere trifle. The coach now rolled out of sight, and the major
sat down by the road side to contemplate the loss of his tin cups,
which like spilled apples, were strewn along the sand. It would not
do to suffer so great a loss, so he girded up his nether garments,
and commenced picking up his cups, lamenting their bruises as he
strung them upon his string. Finding that we sustained no other loss
than that of the major's temper, I set his team to rights, and,
having mounted the sheepskins, we were ready to proceed on our
journey. "Such an insult as that offered to me when I was in the
Mexican war," said he, mounting over the wheel with one of those
expletives much used among soldiers, "and I had demolished the lot
at a stroke of my sword. Zounds! why can't stage drivers be
gentlemen?"

This was the first intimation I had had of his being a hero of the
Mexican war. Regaining his good humor soon after, I resigned him the
reins, and he desired me to tell him at what point of his story he
had been interrupted. Having done this, he resumed its thread as old
Battle jogged on at his usual slow pace. "I now took up the trade of
politics," he continued, "and went about the country, making
speeches and demolishing everything that came in my way. I had ideas
enough for any number of speeches, no matter what the length might
be; but the evil was how to put the sentences together. I could make
points such as Cicero and Lycurgus never thought of; as for
patriotism, there was no trouble about that. I had a dozen platforms
at my fingers' ends, and could move an audience equal to Lamartine.
Here then was my game, and at it I made a nice thing. The editor of
the "Provincetown Longbow," who was celebrated for making at least
two Cabinet ministers a day, declared to his readers that it was
lucky for the era that my great wisdom had been discovered; that it
would be a great wrong in General Harrison to offer me any less
office than Secretary of State. The "Barnstable Pocketbook," a
clever little sheet, edited by Miss Holebrook, who snapped her
political whip in the teeth of the town, and had come off conqueror
in many a tilt with editors in breeches, was willing to compromise
with he of the Longbow, by assuring its readers that only two years'
study of law would make me an excellent judge of the Supreme Court.
These well bestowed encomiums, (as I think they are called,) so
elated my wife that she speedily took to giving tea parties, to
which all the majors and generals of the town were invited. And as
they demolished the hospitality of her teacups they made her believe
the nation never could get along unless I had two fingers in its
affairs.

"My children, before as distasteful as the butter one gets in New
York hotels, were now so sweet that the whole town wanted to kiss
them. And the parson, who had scarcely been known to say, 'how do
you do, Mrs. Potter,' now made his calls so frequent, and his bows
so gracious, that the neighbors said it would be as well to have an
eye out. I got fifteen dollars and my feed, for each speech. Now and
then an inspired soul threw in an extra five. So that at the end of
two months I had funds enough to establish a bank in Wall street,
with three branches in the country. My credit, too, received an
unlimited extension. And this my wife took advantage of to new
furnish the house and haberdash the little Potters. I contented
myself with drawing on the tailor for two suits of his best
broadcloth, such as would appertain to a politician so
distinguished. But in truth I must confess, without blushing, that
my wife was not long in contracting debts a richer man would have
found difficulty in paying.

"However, having cleared away all doubts and elected Harrison, whom
I was careful to see safe into the arms of the people, my friends
all advised me to set out for Washington, where such abilities as I
had discovered could not fail of being rewarded by the government
they had so ably served.

"As a military title was held indispensable to the success of a
politician, the Barnstable Invincibles elected me Major, an honor
which could not be overlooked by the politicians at Washington,
whose business it is to give offices and save the Union. So, with
the praises of two newspapers and the well-wishes of the town, I set
out for Washington, believing that the chief magistrate, in the
exercise of his great wisdom, would reward me with at least a
foreign mission."






CHAPTER V.

WHICH TREATS OF HOW THE MAJOR FELL AMONG POLITICIANS AND OTHER NEW
YORK VAGABONDS.





HAVING paused a few moments to moisten his lips, for the day was
excessively warm, the Major spoke a few encouraging words to old
Battle, and resumed his story.

"If wisdom becometh the great, money is not to be despised by the
politician, I thought. So, having stocked my purse with not less
than two hundred dollars, I arrived safely in New York and put up at
the Astor House, an hotel in high favor with ex-secretaries and
dilapidated politicians, inasmuch as the worthy landlord accepts the
honor of their being guests of his house in satisfaction of his
bills. It was night when I arrived, and the splendor and strangeness
of everything around bewildered and confused me so much, that I
forgot to put the prefix of 'Major' to my name, when I registered it
in the big book. And this single omission had the effect of
consigning me to an attic room in the ninth story. Having intimated
an objection to this lofty position, the polite waiter said it was
the most convenient room in the house, since, in case of a fire
breaking out I could use the sky-light, and, having gained the roof,
would be rescued by the firemen with their scaling ladders; whereas,
a lower position would render me liable to be blockaded and devoured
by the rush of flames. I told the polite waiter, who was a gifted
Irishman, and though not four months in the country, had taken to
politics like a rat to good cheese, that he was entitled to my
thanks for the information. An intimation, however, that I was a
Major of some renown, surprised the gifted Irishman not a little.
That he conveyed the news to my worthy host I had not a doubt, since
on the following day I was removed to a spacious room on the second
story.

"On descending to the great supper room, I was accosted by one
General John Fopp, of the Tippecanoe Club, who congratulated me on
my safe arrival in the city. Being extremely easy in his manners,
and apparently ready to render me services of no mean importance, I
invited him to join me in a cup of tea, which invitation he was not
slow to accept. Being much impressed with his dignity of manner, and
the glibness with which he discoursed upon the events of the last
campaign, I listened to him with profound respect. He said he would
see that my name was duly chronicled in the newspapers, not a few of
which he assured me he had full control over. In fine, nothing that
could serve the interests of one who had made himself so famous
during the late campaign was to be left undone. He knew every speech
I had made by heart, as he said; and he had the name of every town I
had been in at his fingers' ends. Indeed, so varied were his
accomplishments, that I at once set him down for one of those great
men, in the possession of whom New York is more fortunate than her
sister cities, and of whose merits strangers, for divers reasons,
have had occasion to speak with great confidence.

"When the newspapers had faithfully recorded my arrival and given an
undoubted history of my doings in politics, I was to be introduced
to the Collector and Postmaster, both of whom, though differing with
me on great national questions, would receive me as became gentle-
men. The Mayor, too, would receive me at the City Hall, in presence
of the Common Council, and review the police, which body of men had
become, under the new order of things, more devoted to beards and
brandy than the good order of the city. He said I must be careful
not to accept the invitations of councilmen to drink, for they were
sure to saddle the payment upon their guest, to say nothing of their
lately adopted art of making invitations a means of supplying their
own wants in the article of liquor. And as drinking had become their
most distinguishing characteristic, perhaps it would not be amiss to
defend myself, he said, after the fashion of our smaller
politicians, who, as a general thing, invited councilmen to confer
with them at the bar, and left the settlement to be arranged between
them and the host.

"On finishing our tea, the General was kind enough to say he would
show me over the city. He could not, however, introduce me to the
Coon-club that night, seeing that it had adjourned and gone on a
frolic. Only too glad to accept the services of a companion so
valuable, I joined him, and we were soon at the door of the Broadway
Theater, where the General, to his great surprise, discovered that
in the change of his vest that evening (he had foregone the pleasure
of a very fashionable party in the Fifth Avenue to do me ample
honor) he had omitted to replace his purse. I begged he would not
mention it, drawing forth the required sum. With great apparent
mortification he begged me to disburse the trifle and consider it
all right in the morning. This I was only too glad to have the honor
of doing.

"An highly colored melodrama, in four acts, one of which was laid in
each of the four quarters of the globe, (and if there had been a
fifth, the cunning author would have had an act for it,) was
proceeding at a stormy pace, the principal character being
personated by a gentleman of color, the audience, I thought, were
trying to emulate in loudness of talking. My new companion seemed to
have an extensive acquaintance, for he introduced me to no less than
twenty judges of the Supreme Court, whose good opinion, he said, it
was well to cultivate, and many other persons, not one of whom was
less than a major-general of the Ninth Regiment, a corps somewhat
celebrated for its courageous marching and counter-marching up
Broadway. Of the etiquette that ruled among the military heroes of
New York I knew but little; nor was I well acquainted with the
accomplishments necessary to her judges: but it was impossible to
suppress the thought, that if soliciting treats of strangers were
regarded as a qualification, they could not be beaten, though the
whole Union were put to the test. And so excessive were their duties
in taking care of the Union, that their faces had assumed a deep
purple color.

"Ascending several flights of stairs, we, by great exertion, reached
what was called the 'third tier,' which lofty domain was, by the
generosity of the manager, set apart for damsels whose modesty and
circumspection would not permit of their occupying seats in the
dress circle. I, however, noticed in them an audacity of manner that
did not appertain to such artless beings as my companion would have
me believe them. It struck me, too, that the toilet of these artless
damsels was not what it should be. Indeed, there was an extravagance
of color, and scantiness at both ends of their drapery, that both my
mother and grandmother would have set down as in extremely bad
taste. My companion soon cleared up this little matter, by informing
me that the toilet of these artless damsels, so bright in color and
scanty in places, was in strict keeping with the standard of fashion
adopted by the very best society, which was to be more undressed
than dressed, that the devil-who always wanted to look in-might see
for himself.

"What there was lacking in drapery, to save my emotions, I might, my
friend said, make up in the color of my imagination. They were all
the daughters of rich bankers in Wall Street; hence no one had a
right to interfere with their mode of dress. Stewart, at whose
shrine of satins and silks ten thousand longing damsels worshiped,
owed his fortune to their love of bright colors. And although he had
filled two graveyards with ruined husbands, and was preparing a
third for the great number of wives whose constancy he had crushed
out with the high price of his laces, no one was simpleton enough to
blame him. No matter how many sins of extravagant men he might have
to answer for, the purchase of seven pews in Grace Church, and the
good will of Brown, would secure his redemption. Stewart was a hero
whose deeds should be recorded in history, and to whose memory a
monument ought to be raised in every fashionable graveyard; and upon
which it would be well to inscribe an epitaph written by Brown, the
sexton.

"My companion said he would (and he did) introduce me to several of
these daughters of rich bankers, which was very kind of him. The
unrestrained quality of their speech at first struck me as being a
little curious, such indeed as I was not accustomed to; but I found
them extremely easy to become acquainted with, and in nowise
prudish. They did, however, keep up a suspicious intimacy with a
brilliantly lighted, though not very fragrantly scented, saloon on
the left. In this I was assured there was nothing improper, inasmuch
as it was sanctioned by the customs of the best society in New York,
and much frequented by the Mayor and Aldermen.

"One of the damsels, whose winning smiles excited the filaments of
my heart with joy, condescended to express an enthusiastic
admiration for my watch-chain, while another very modestly said she
would owe me a lasting obligation if I would lend her my watch, that
she might wear it at the Tammany Hall ball, to which she was invited
by one of the managers. She pledged her honor, of which she seemed
to have a large stock, to return it safe. As it was the first favor
she had ever condescended to ask of a gentleman, she felt sure I
could not deny a lady. Notwithstanding my respect for rich bankers
and their daughters, I begged that she would excuse me in this
instance, and charge to my poverty what might otherwise seem a want
of generosity. She said she would sing to me, and be the light of my
dreams; but even this failed to impress me with a due respect for
her desires. With that penuriousness characteristic of bankers,
their papas, it was clear, had not stocked their purses with change
enough to cover their wants, which habitually ran to ice-water and
something in it.

"It was clear they took me for a country bumpkin instead of a great
politician, and were inclined to make much of my excess of
simplicity. Motioning my companion that it was time to be going, I
expressed the great delight their company had afforded me, and took
my leave, promising to pay them another visit at no very distant
day. I now began to mistrust my companion, whose deportment did not
seem to square with that which I had been accustomed to associate
with great generals. But he was tailored and barbared after the
manner of gentlemen, and was likewise excessively smooth of tongue.

"On turning to depart, my companion reminded me that it was
customary on such occasions for all distinguished persons to present
each of the artless young ladies with a golden dollar, which they
preserved as a fund, intending, when it became sufficiently large,
to start a 'Journal of Civilization,' in which the literature of
other lands was to be much improved for the benefit of this. The
'Journal of Civilization' was not to be considered a reflex of free
brains, but rather as a reflex of free stealing, which was to be
advocated at great length in its columns. Its general department
would, my companion told me, be devoted to the histories of great
historians, commencing with Jacob Abbot and ending with Peter
Parley. Of its politics not much was to be said, seeing that they
were written by my learned friend, Doctor Easley, author and
compiler of 'The Polite Speech Maker,' and ought never to be taken
as meaning what they said. Sharpeye and Scissors were to be honored
with the post of general editors; and the musical department, which
it was intended should be strong enough to drown all weak
instruments, had been consigned to three magnificent harpers, who
were capable of climbing a gamut of any number of notes. Neither had
tuned their harps very extensively to home literature, the love they
bore it being of the chastest kind; and though they were capable of
conferring princely endowments upon it, they had turned a deaf ear
to all its cries and distresses.

"Not seeing the enlarged benefits that were to flow from this
Journal of Prospective Civilization, nor having any great faith in
the quality of civilization stolen literature would confer upon a
nation, I preferred to distinguish my generosity by a more national
and less tricky example. This, I observed, did not give satisfaction
to the damsels, who turned away with a look of contempt, and no
doubt to this day entertain a very poor opinion of me.

"When we had reached the street my companion very modestly said
there were not less than a thousand curious places a politician
should visit before being qualified for taking a high position among
his fellows. Many of these were established for the benefit of poor
men in pursuit of fortunes, which it was absurd to think could not
be got without a too strict adherence to truth and probity. First,
he said, he would introduce me to the high priest of the Pewter Mug,
which was the Star Chamber of Tammany, though many simple-minded
people residing in the rural districts had mistaken it for the place
in which Mr. Beecher, the reverend, wrote his celebrated star
letters. No famous politician or statesman ever visited New York
without scenting its pure atmosphere. And even Marcy himself, who,
notwithstanding his grievous fault of quoting great authors, would
be written down in history as a knight of diplomatists, had been
heard to say (he was a frequenter of the Mug) that he owed the
profoundness of his wisdom to the quality of the beverages there
served. And as the first dawn of his generosity was supposed to have
broken forth in this compliment to the accommodating high priest, it
did him infinite credit in the future.

"A little reflection, however, produced a second thought. If I were
as invulnerable as Virgil's witch, I could survive the process of
initiation, for then I could enchant the faithful, who were
politicians whose metal had been hardened in the furnaces of the
custom-house, and had passed enactments, which they enforced with
great rigor, that no country-made politician should be admitted
unless he could drink and stand sober under thirty-two brandy
cobblers per day, and was able to treat each member to his daily
ration of an equal number, for the space of two weeks.

"Promising my companion that I would profit by his valuable hint, we
turned into Duane Street, and, after groping our way up one of its
wet and narrow alleys, halted at the cellar-door of a dilapidated
little house that seemed to have been ignominiously crammed in
between two dead walls and left for an owl roost. I was never
wanting in courage, as my companions in Mexico can assert, but I
confess that a sort of shaky sensation came over me just then. This
was observed by my companion, who hoped I would not be alarmed,
since the place we had arrived at was nothing more than the
celebrated locofoco 'nest number three,' the members of which had
their head quarters at Tammany Hall and the Irving House, and were
very respectable men, and good working politicians. A less
inquisitive man than a citizen of Cape Cod is acknowledged to be,
could not have failed to discover the artifice. But my enthusiasm
carried away my discretion; and, after descending six slippery
steps, we came to a door upon which my companion gave two loud
knocks, and placed his ear to the crevice. Mutterings, in a tongue
very like the Tuscan, were interspersed with loud swearings, which
were in turn diffused with curious whisperings. Another loud knock,
and a peremptory demand from my companion, and the door was
cautiously opened by a witchlike figure, the hideous face of which
protruded apace, and then shrank quickly back, as if to present me a
commentary of what I might expect within.

"'Rise, strike a light, and let the quality of metal you are made of
be seen!' said my companion, as he stepped inside. The light of a
tallow candle, in the hand of a half-shirtless figure, with bruised
face and upright hair, discovered a cellar about twenty by sixteen
feet, and seven high. The man of the shirt and candle, I took for
the high priest of the locofoco nest number twenty-three, so nimbly
did he mount a little counter at the further end, and set to
arranging his bottles and glasses, thinking, no doubt, that he had
caught a customer of extensive generosity. The atmosphere was thick
and gloomy; nor was it rendered purer by the fourteen stalwart
fellows who lay stretched at full length upon half-emptied whiskey
barrels, and seemed much devoted to shattered garments, disfigured
faces, and collapsed hats. 'Here,' my friend said, 'is your true
working politician, who has no fear of the infernal regions, and
never thinks of heaven.' At a word from him, they rose to their
feet, though not without an effort, and having given their hats an
extra tip, and thrust their hands into places where pockets ought to
have been, and let drop a few words of discontent, like my learned
friend Easley once said Calypso did, they seized tumblers and ranged
up to the counter, forming a most striking panorama of dejected
faces. 'I love and reverence these men,' said my companion, modestly
suggesting that I must do myself the honor of paying for their
medicine, 'since they were extremely useful in absorbing the refuse
liquor made at our distilleries, and keeping up the respectability
of the party to which they belong. Indeed, they are not the base
fabric of the vision you might take them for; they are all pensioned
members of the Empire Club, a very disorderly body of men, of whom
it is said that no man can be elected President of the United States
without first consulting their approbation.'

"They held their peace, and drank with great apparent experience. I
did not dispute my companion's assertion, that they had rendered
noble service during many a campaign, and were capable of rendering
much more; still, my opinion of politicians in general was in no way
heightened by their appearance. Being disappointed in their ends and
aims at the last election, they now stood much in need of a trifle,
with which to pay Bishop Hughes for praying a recently-deceased
brother through purgatory, a service he never performed without
feeling the money safe in his palm. All at once they set up a howl
like midnight wolves, which so alarmed me that I hastened into the
street, where my companion soon joined me, saying it was a way they
had of expressing a joke. Not being accustomed to the ways of
working politicians of the New York school, I made my way as fast as
possible into Broadway, when, to my surprise, I discovered that my
watch had parted company with me. My companion was equally
surprised, offered me any number of regrets, and said he would go
back and have every political vagabond arrested and locked up in the
Tombs, where, if his acquaintance with the judge was not of too
intimate a nature, the thief would be detected and punished in the
morning.

"Pausing for a moment, a second thought, he said, satisfied him that
to seek redress by so bold a course would not be good policy. The
thief would have gone off with his booty, hence it would be better
to remain quiet until morning, when, having come back to hold
consultation with his fellows on some question of politics, as was
customary with them, the services of a detective would do the rest.
Just as we were debating this subject a well-dressed man advanced
toward us, and, stooping down, picked up a corpulent pocket-book,
with the possession of which he seemed not at all easy. 'Friend,'
said the man, 'I am an honest Quaker, can'st thou tell me if thou
art the owner of this, for I leave for my home in Albany in the
morning, and want not to be burdened with it.' After an exchange of
civilities that satisfied me he was a gentleman, I told him it was
none of mine. He insisted however, that I take possession of it, and
in the morning pursue measures to have it restored to its rightful
owner." And what followed will be recorded in the next chapter.






CHAPTER VI.

WHAT BEFELL MAJOR RODGER POTTER, AND HOW HE FOUND HIMSELF OUTWITTED.





KNOWING how well modesty becomes greatness, I listened with profound
attention to the major's story. Every now and then he would relieve
my feelings by suggesting that the most interesting part of it was
yet to come. We had now pursued our journey some fifteen miles under
a burning sun, when we came to a running spring, beside which the
major drew up his team, and, dismounting, proceeded to fill his
bucket. Having drank of the limpid water from one of his tin cups,
and placed the bucket before old Battle, whom he patted with great
fondness, the major next proceeded to take care of his disconsolate
chickens, which for the last three miles had been keeping up an
opera of discordant sounds, to his great annoyance. Uncovering his
coop, which he carried at the tail of his wagon, he set two tin cups
of water before them, and scattered moistened meal at their feet,
enjoining them to hold their peace in the future. And while in the
act of doing this, he reminded me that great men were exalted by
small things, and however bemeaning the nursing of chickens might be
regarded in a military man, there was in it a nobleness the great
only could appreciate. The chickens, however, did not seem to
appreciate his sacrifice of dignity, for they devoured their food
with an increase of music. Having attended to the wants of his live
stock, the major frisked round his wagon to see that his wares were
all safe, and then commenced singing a song, as if a transport of
joy had suddenly come over him. "I tell you what it is, my friend,"
said he, pausing in the middle of his tune, and drawing his favorite
flask from his breast pocket, "the world 'll think none the less of
us for traveling thus shabbily. There may be nothing courtly in the
profession of tin-peddling, yet it is an honorable enterprise, and
has its obstacles as well as other honorable enterprises." I
besought him not to make himself uncomfortable on my account; that I
was not yet so famous that I could not ride over the country on a
tin-wagon, without feeling it a sacrifice of dignity.

We now sat down by the spring together, and proceeded to refresh
ourselves with his crackers and cheese, to which I added a
newly-baked pumpkin pie my mother, in the outpouring of her
simplicity, had slipped into my haversack; and while regaling
ourselves in this unpretending manner, the major, whose ardor was
rather increased by the liquid he mixed with his water, resumed the
recital of his first adventure in New York: "Being desirous of
facilitating the Quaker's honesty, my companion, General Fopp,
suggested an easy way of disposing of the matter. The pocket-book,
he said, no doubt contained an enormous amount, which the unlucky
owner would be anxious to regain as early as possible in the
morning, and to that end would advertise in all the newspapers,
offering a large reward to the lucky finder, as an inducement for
him to preserve his honesty. The first step then would be to find a
convenient place for counting the contents of the pocket-book, and
considering the amount which could be properly offered the Quaker,
as the reward of his honesty. So, after consulting within myself for
some few minutes, I followed my companion and the Quaker into the
back parlor of a cigar shop, where we carefully counted the great
roll of notes, and found the amount to be exactly four thousand
three hundred and twenty-two dollars, which nice little sum,
together with papers of great value, showing the owner, one Henry
Paterson, to be a man of large dealings in Wall-street, were
entrusted to my care. My companion expressed his inability to trust
himself with so large an amount of property, especially as the
servants at his hotel were proverbially inclined to take liberties
with other people's goods. At my request, he said he thought two
hundred and fifty dollars would be a moderate consideration, since
the owner would no doubt value the restoration of his property at
twice that sum. I was not possessed of so large a sum; but being
anxious not to wrong the Quaker, whose quiet demeanor completely won
my confidence, I produced one hundred and fifty dollars, which he
accepted, saying it was much more than he expected. My political
companion said the air of contentment with which he accepted the
reduced sum, was in every way becoming, and bespoke him a worthy
gentleman. As a precaution I took a receipt for the amount, which
Greely Hanniford (for such was the Quaker's name) signed, and took
his departure. My companion said he would do himself the honor of
calling upon me at eleven o'clock in the morning, an earlier hour
being considered very unfashionable among military men. He would
then, if necessary, bear testimony to the transaction. It was now
twelve o'clock, and bearing me company as far as the Astor House
steps, he exchanged civilities and took his departure, having first
slipped a card into my hand, upon which was inscribed in neat
letters, 'General Fopp, 32 Pleasant-side Row.' Pleasant-side Row
being a mystery to me, I retired to bed thinking of my first night's
adventure in our modern Babylon, and awoke early in the morning to
regret that delay in the pursuit of my mission might cause grievous
injury to the nation."

Again, we bridled old Battle, and proceeded slowly on, the sun being
intense enough to dissolve both our brains, and the major cutting
short the thread of his story by saying we would dine with Mrs.
Trotbridge, whose house we ought to reach by high noon.

"However, it was neither here nor there," the major resumed; "I knew
that no military man of any distinction could escape the formalities
and ceremonies it was necessary to go through before being regularly
enstated into the good graces of New York society, and so gave
myself up to the policy of making the best of it. I got up, and
after making divers inquiries of waiters found straying along the
confused labyrinth of passages, got down stairs. My first business
was to search in all the morning papers for the man of the lost
treasure in my possession; I read them all only to be disappointed.
Nor had the companion of my adventure remembered to have my arrival,
with becoming comments, put in all the papers, as he had pledged his
honor to do, having, as he said, an unlimited control over them. I
carefully consulted the columns of the Herald. And though I
discovered in the editor a love for sharpening up his battle-axe,
and making splinters of his fellows at least twice a week, not a
gleam of light was thrown upon the man whose loss I felt it in my
heart would be his ruin. I contemplated the wants and anxieties of
those who sought to make them known therein, and smiled at the
curious manner in which a thousand ambitious individuals expressed
their readiness to supply the wants of others. I turned to the
Tribune. But neither in the gravely-spun philosophy of its
editorials, nor among the pearls of its advertisement columns, could
I find a word to relieve my anxiety. The sages who are supposed by
the knowing ones to jot things down in that very consistent
inconsistent journal, had likewise forgotten to mention my name;
which apparent neglect much discomposed my mind. I was, however,
somewhat relieved by a friend, who informed me that it was in their
true spirit. One of the waiters told me with an air of great wisdom,
that the Tribune never took up military men except to set them down
with bruises. This waiter was a gifted Irishman, and a great
politician. During a sweet little touch of a rebellion, or a famine
(which are about the same) in his country, he had read the Tribune
twice a day to his wife, Biddy Regan, who expressed herself
delighted at the forked lightning style it then kept up in defense
of the rights of her fifty first cousins.

"Eleven o'clock arrived, but no General Fopp came. Anxious to
relieve myself of the treasure, I approached the highly perfumed and
somewhat rotund clerk, whose bows were worth at least a quarter
eagle, and related the story of my adventure to him. The jewels his
shirt was bedazzled with seemed to brighten, while his face radiated
smiles, in which it was not difficult to read that he set me down
for a simpleton. He took the pocket-book into his hand, and saluting
me by my military title, inquired how many banks my companion of the
adventure proposed to start in Wall Street. Just then I remembered
that the generous fellow did propose starting ten or so; and, in
addition, that he pledged one half of Wall Street that, at no very
distant day, I would be president of these United States.

"The clerk now smilingly counted the bills, all of which he
pronounced, to my utter astonishment, on banks that existed only in
the mischievous imagination of some knight of the order of
vagabonds, which ruled the city, moulding things to its liking, and
had fortified itself in a castle of brass. I stood as if transfixed
to the floor. My reputation, my money, my hopes of a foreign
mission-all were gone. I expressed my regret that the man should
have so little respect for his military reputation. The clerk,
however, relieved me on that point, by stating that nothing in the
world was easier than to be a general in New York, and that the
individual who had gained a victory over me was no doubt one of that
particular species of military heroes so numerously dispersed about
all the street corners of Broadway, and who now and then find it
good for their health and courage to take a trip to Europe, where
titles command better attention. As for the Quaker, Greely
Hanniford, he was no doubt a major of the General's division.

"I was anxious to keep this matter as quiet as possible, bearing the
loss like a philosopher, and forming a resolution in my mind never
again to be taken in by a New York general. I observed, however,
that two bearded vagabonds (such at least I took them for) in hats
of priests, came suspiciously up, for the discovery made some stir,
and took down all that was said. And this was, by these malicious
historians, (as the polite clerk informed me they were,) put in all
the afternoon newspapers. I now began to think this was what the
cunning rogue meant by saying he would have my arrival recorded,
with proper comments; for indeed the comments were of a character
that might have satisfied a major of much more renown. One sagacious
fellow, after reciting what he was pleased to set down as my
political history, and the political history of all my shoemaker
ancestors, at whose honest calling he tipped a sneer, as is common
with the learned men of our very republican press, expressed his
regret that so sharp a politician should have been made the victim
of an ordinary sharper, but thought it quite likely we had been
visiting temples of the unclean together, such being the favorite
resorts of politicians. Another equally sagacious fellow said, that
the least harmless view he could take of the matter was, that the
distinguished major had permitted his political enthusiasm to carry
off his discretion, and had kept hours in the company of a stranger
too late to find an excuse with respectable people. A third said,
the whole affair looked very suspicious; and for the character of
politicians, he hoped there was quite as much innocence in the
major's story as he seemed anxious to have appear on its face; but
he very much doubted if such honesty was a good recommendation to
one in pursuit of a foreign mission."






CHAPTER VII.

IN WHICH IS RELATED HOW PLEASANTLY THE MAJOR TOOK HIS MISFORTUNES.





"AFTER these cunning scribblers had exhausted their ingenuity in
moulding for me a character so scurvy, that the man who holds up
buildings at street corners could not be got to pick it up, and had
laid at my door charges that would have brought tears into the eyes
of all my ancestors, they wheeled suddenly about, took back all they
had said, threw glory at my feet, and, to the end of doing mankind a
benefit, held me up as a model major. They were all ready to make me
any number of promises, to render me any reasonable service, and to
follow me to battle. Had I offered them a consideration, no doubt it
would have been refused with splendid contempt.

"Mine host of the Astor, who was a shrewd fellow, thought the
character of his house damaged, and must needs consult his honor,
the Mayor. That high functionary, knowing the agility with which
such heroes as Fopp exercised their heels, gave out no encouragement
of catching the rascal. Had it been a scamp, who by his winning
manners deceives inconsolable widows, seduces artless damsels, and
otherwise exercises his skill in the art of fascinating females, his
Honor had been after him with all the courage of his police force.
But as it was merely taking in a stranger, the matter, his Honor
thought, had better be stopped, since the degree and quality of the
crime was so like that known as 'sharp practice' in Wall street,
that to punish one and let another go free would only be manifesting
a strange disregard of equal justice. And the landlord was too
shrewd a fellow not to know that to employ detectives, who were
costly men to move, would entail an expense greater than the sum
lost, without mending the damaged reputation of his house. I
therefore contented myself with the satisfaction of having had my
character restored to me by the newspapers.

"A different turn now came in my affairs, and finding it was only a
harmless custom of the editors to make splinters of a great public
man, I invited them to a sumptuous dinner, which they set upon with
an appetite equaled only by that displayed by them while devouring
my character. But, on the whole, they were a jolly set of fellows
-quite as jolly as one could desire. If they entertained a
magnificent dislike for one another, it was to be set down to a
spirit of commercial rivalry, which, though it might work out good
in some instances, was of itself to be deplored, inasmuch as it had
nothing in common with that generosity of soul which should rule
universal among men of letters."

I found the dinner a specific antidote for a bruised character, for
no sooner had my literary friends eaten it than they were ready to
outdo one another in saying good things of me. One cunning fellow
told his readers that the election of General Harrison was entirely
owing to the wisdom I had distilled into the minds of the people of
Cape Cod. And though I never had even scented the perfumery of war,
another said that as a military man I had no superior. Concerning my
mission, they were all sure no testimony they could bear would add
one jot to my transcendent ability for representing the nation
abroad. The government could not make so great a mistake as to
overlook me.

"Heaven having given the editors great success in their arduous
business of restoring me to favor, I was received at once into the
embraces of fashionable society. Brown, who digs graves for departed
sinners, and provides the parties of our aristocracy with
distinguished people, called to inquire what evenings I was
'disengaged,' seeing that he had several openings on his list, which
was unusually select 'this week.' He secured invitations to nothing
but the most refined and wealthy society-that which gave receptions
merely for the sake of doing honor to persons so distinguished.
Genin sent circulars to say that hats of the latest pattern could be
got cheaper and better of him than any one else. Tiffany & Company,
in a delicately enveloped card, reminded me, (for Mrs. Potter's
sake, no doubt,) that their stock of jewelry was of the finest
description. Ball & Black sent to say that swords and other
appurtenances necessary to a military gentleman could be got of
them, much superior in quality, and cheaper in price, than at any
other establishment in Broadway, or, indeed, in the city. Stewart, I
was told, had just opened an invoice of India shawls, which he had
ticketed at twenty-five hundred dollars each. But as his motto was
quick sales and small profits, he was running them off at two
hundred dollars less. It was hinted that Mrs. Major Potter better
call early or they would all be gone. Had Mrs. Major Potter been the
sharer of my adventure, and exhibited so wanton a determination to
rush her husband into bankruptcy, as it appeared was the fashion
with the ladies of New York, then Mr. Major Potter had gone one way
and Mrs. Major Potter another."

Here the major gave his whip two or three smart cracks, and bid old
Battle proceed at a more rapid pace, as his appetite caused him to
make sundry contemplations about the dinner he would get at the
house of Mrs. Trotbridge.

"Well, seeing that I was up and popular," said the major, resuming
his story, "Townsend piled my room with circulars, saying his
sarsaparilla was the only kind used by politicians and military men,
who invariably pronounced it the cure for those diseases which, it
is charged by a Spanish writer, of great learning, are incident to
their professions. Brandreth sent me samples of his pills, which he
said were unequaled for purging politicians of all those ill humors
they were heirs to. And both (moved by Brown, no doubt) sent me
invitations to parties given in honor of me at their princely
mansions on the Fifth Avenue. Barnum, too, considering me a
remarkable curiosity, sent two tickets to his great show house,
which the vulgar called a museum. And the Misses Whalebone &
Gossamer sent to say that their assortment of baby clothes was of
the choicest description, and that they would be much pleased if
Mrs. Major Potter would call and examine for herself.

"As I was always considered a good looking man," (the major, though
as ugly a man as could well be found, was extremely vain of his
looks,) "no end of sly looks were turned upon me at parties by
marriageable damsels, who mistook me for a single man on the look
out. As to young widows, why, the tears hung as temptingly in their
eyes as pearls. Whether they were for me or their deceased husbands,
I am not bound to say, self praise being no recommendation. It often
occurred to me, however, that marrying a widow would be an act of
charity heaven could not fail to record to the credit of any good
natured bachelor.

"And this, too, I will say, that nothing could have been more
elegantly conducted than the parties to which I was invited. Indeed,
I saw no occasion for repaying hospitality after the manner of those
malicious writers, who take pleasure in sneering at the quality of
entertainment given by our aristocracy, merely because it is
composed of men who have got rich by the very republican business of
sailing ships and selling eatables. Now I by no means underrate the
man of letters who truly represents genius, or learning; but that
every dabbler in small satire should dub himself a man of letters,
and therefore set up for an idol before whom better men must bow, or
have their social affairs battered to pieces, is something I cannot
condescend to admit. By all means, if the little fellows will have a
court, let them have one of their own, and to their liking; for they
will quarrel over those ills they seem born to; and if they can
quarrel without interfering with the rights of others, the peace of
the earth may be preserved. In fine, I would have them cram
themselves into everything great and good, and ask only that they be
careful not to weaken those pedestals upon which our republic is
expanding itself. But enough of this.

"Having passed through fetes of unequaled splendor the politicians
began to put questions to me, which, in many instances, it was not
convenient for me to answer, inasmuch as by a single word I might
commit myself to principles my party would not sanction. They,
however, took me into their keeping, and so delayed my journey to
Washington that I began to feel that I had got among friends of the
wrong kind." We were now entering a short curve in the road, between
two hills covered with chestnut trees, beneath which several lean
sheep were grazing, when the major's story was interrupted by the
shrill sound of a fishmonger's horn.






CHAPTER VIII.

WHAT TOOK PLACE BETWEEN THE MAJOR AND THE FISHMONGER.





A SOFT glow enhanced the beauty of the foliage on the hill side,
tottering stone walls lined each side of the road, and the crowing
of cocks, and the lowing of cattle, together with a pastoral view
obtained through the scraggy trees, betokened our near approach to a
farm house. "Let us forget politics and go in for a bit of trade
with this fishmonger!" said the major, as he jerked the reins, that
old Battle might take heed, and quicken his pace. Another blast from
the fishmonger's horn, and his wagon appeared in the road,
approaching at a rapid pace. The fishmonger, doubtless, thought
there was no trade to be had of a tin peddler, whose wares had
nothing in common with his own, and was about to drive by at a brisk
pace, when the major reined up old Battle, and half hidden in a
cloud of dust, cried out, in a thin, squeaking voice, "Ho! stranger,
what like for fish have you?"

"Cod, haddock and bass," replied the fishmonger, who seemed as lean
and well starved as his horse, which was of a light sorrel color,
and presented so pitiable a pack of bones that no real
philanthropist could have looked upon him without shedding many
tears. The two tradesmen now got down from their respective wagons,
and approaching each other with hands extended, presented a
corporeal contrast one seldom sees in the rural districts of New
England, inasmuch as the fishmonger stood six feet in his
grain-leather boots, and was so lean of person that one might easily
have imagined him fed on half-tanned leather and Connecticut
nutmegs, while the major stood just five feet two in his stockings,
measured exactly twenty-seven inches across the broad disc of his
trousers, and had a belly equal to that of three turtle-fed aldermen
rolled into one. The major too, had a head very like a Wethersfield
squash stunted in the growth, with a broad, florid face, and a
spacious mouth, and two small eyes he could see at right angles
with. The fishmonger, on the other hand, was hatchet faced, had a
dilating jaw, and a vacant look out of his eyes, which were well
nigh obscured by the battered hat slouched down over his parchment
colored forehead.

They began at once to raise their wares, to shake each other
cordially by the hand, and to exchange salutations of mutual
confidence. Old Battle, who had a deep fellow feeling for his
master, must needs imitate the affection he displayed for the
fishmonger, and to that end began to make free with his horse,
which, after sundry friendly bites of the mane, and otherwise
exhibiting himself in a manner very much unbecoming a horse of such
good morals, reared and had done serious damage with the bones of
the other, but for the interposition of his master, who separated
them with the stock of his big whip. Peace being restored, the
animals were removed to a respectful distance, and I was introduced
to the fishmonger as the greatest young politician ever known in
that part of the country. The major, it must here be recorded,
otherwise this history would be imperfect, was scrupulous not to
admit that a young politician, however brilliant his capacity, could
be equal to an old one. In this he differed but little from many
other great military politicians of my acquaintance.

As the major seemed not to have a care for any other political
campaign than that which elected General Harrison, it was a custom
with him to inquire of every new acquaintance how he voted in that
event, before engaging in a trade with him. Having put the question
as a preliminary, the fishmonger replied that he had voted as good
and square a "Coon ticket" as any citizen in the town where he
lived, but that he received two pieces of gold for so doing, and
thought it no harm.

"It is how a man votes," said the major, adding a nod of
satisfaction, "not what he gets for his vote. That's his business,
and except heaven, no one has a right to interfere. Here, take
these, know how much I esteem you, and remember when you drink your
cider out of them that I am your friend." Here the major took two
tin pints from his wagon, and having patted the fishmonger upon the
shoulder, presented them to him, with a speech very like that made
by a Mayor of New York, who, having dined with his board of
aldermen, holds it incumbent upon him to bestow praises the cunning
rascals know are meant for a jest. This done, the major drew forth
his flask, saying that it would be no more than good manners to
christen the pints. The fishmonger answered that he had no
objection, the weather being very oppressive. A stout draft was now
poured into each cup, and having myself declined, compliments and
bows, such as the fishmonger had never before received, were
exchanged, and the whiskey drank with great apparent satisfaction.

"As the sun is warm, and my profits to day have not amounted to
much," said the fishmonger, with an air of stupidity that by no
means pleased the major, "I must hurry these ere fish through!" The
major expected a different return for his generosity, and reminded
his friend that he had not yet showed him a sample of his wares. At
the word, the other mounted his little box of a wagon, and in a
trice laid three cod and two flabby haddock upon the lid, declaring
they were as fresh and bright as a new-coined quarter. And though at
the most rapid pace his horse could travel, he was more than six
hours from the nearest sea-shore, he was ready to swear by the hair
of his head, of which he had but little, they were only two hours
caught. "Five cents a pound for the cod, and four for the haddock!"
ejaculated the fishmonger, raising a haddock by the gills, as if to
assert some near point to the notch it would bring down on the
steelyard. "Well, to you, here, have the cod for four and a half;
that's offsettin' your good turn, and I make it a point never to be
out of the way with a fellow trader." Saying this, he hung a codfish
to the hook of his steelyards, and finding seven pounds marked, said
thirty cents would cover the cost, that being a cent and a half more
off. Generosity, the Major saw, was not bait that tempted the
fishmonger to reciprocity. "I should like two of them at the price
you name; but as paying cash is not in my line, perhaps we can
trade, somehow? By my military reputation, I never let a chance to
trade slip. Yes, by my buttons, I made a good thing of it when at
the head of my regiment in Mexico." This the major said by way of
softening the fishmonger's generosity; but that honest-minded
individual replied in the following laconic manner: "Bin in Mexaki,
eh? Darn'd if I'd like to bin there."

The major, not at all pleased with the unimpressable nature of the
fishmonger, said, somewhat curtly, that no one cared whether he
would or not. "However, here's at you for a trade," continued the
major, adding that generosity was the surest road to fortune. And
having bid him hang another cod to his steelyards, he drew from his
stock a small tin strainer, with which he offered to make a square
exchange for the fish. "Say the word, and it is done!" ejaculated
the major, patting the other upon the shoulder. The fishmonger shook
his head, and looked askant at the major, as if to say he would
rather be excused. The major now, out of sheer generosity, as he
said, and anxious, no doubt, to sustain the character of military
men, threw in a pint of number four shoe pegs, which article was
among his wares, and which he was ready to swear by his military
honor the people of Connecticut raised Shanghai chickens on. The
fishmonger said he did not know exactly what to do with the shoe
pegs; but as a New Englander was never at a loss to find a use for
every thing, and not wanting to be hard with a fellow trader, he
would call it a bargain. They now mounted their respective teams,
and drove on in opposite directions.

A little red house, half buried under a hill side, interspersed with
scrubby trees and blackberry vines, now appeared in sight. This the
major described as the house of his dear good friend, Mrs.
Trotbridge, the widow of three husbands, and yet so young in feeling
that she was in daily expectation of getting a fourth. He never
failed to make her a present, and partake of her good cheer while
passing that way. The fish would be a great treat with the widow;
and though the strainer and shoe-pegs, for which they were
exchanged, did not "stand him in" more than a shilling, the fish
would rise up in her eyes to the worth of a jolly good dinner.

Old Battle, recognizing the house as one he was accustomed to rest
and feed at, quickened his pace, and disturbing the repose of pigs,
chickens, and young ducks, nestling by the roadside, soon reached
the garden gate. Dismounting in great haste, the major bid me follow
him, and, leaving old Battle to take care of himself for the nonce,
hastened up the pathway toward the front door, for the house was
separated from the road by a narrow garden, enclosed with pickets,
and full of stunted shrubbery. The inmates of the house were soon
astir, and the major's name was, one might have thought, called from
every window. Then the basement door suddenly opened, and two
little, mischievous looking Trotbridges, scampered out to meet him,
and so clung about his short legs, and otherwise offered him proof
of the affection they bore him, as almost to impede his progress.
Mrs. Trotbridge, at the same time, appeared in the door, three or
four flaxen headed little members of the Trotbridge family clinging
at her skirts, and shaking their chubby fingers in ecstasy. Mrs.
Trotbridge stood at least an head taller than the major, and was in
figure so lean as to give one the idea that she had been pressed
between two opposite points of theology. Her face was worn and
wrinkled; her eyes small, gray, and staring, and fortified with a
pair of silver-bowed spectacles, which were incessantly getting down
upon her long, flat nose. Her complexion, too, was the color of alum
tanned sheep skin. The major's arrival was evidently a great event
with the Trotbridge family, for while the two elder boys, one about
eight and the other nine years old, ran to see which should be first
to take care of his horse, Mrs. Trotbridge, saying, "Well, as I'm
living, if here ain't the major again," hastened down the pathway,
one hand under her check apron and the other extended. There now
took place such a series of embracings, accompanied with kisses, as
one seldom sees in lovers over sixteen.

The major followed speedily into the house, while the two boys
unharnessed, fussed over, and took care of his horse, which one
mounted and the other led by an halter to a little dilapidated barn,
such as are common to that part of the country. I was next
introduced, with some ceremony, to Mrs. Trotbridge, as the
politician who had gone over the country effecting such wonderful
political changes. After divers courtesies, the good woman put so
many questions to me concerning my past history and future hopes,
that I found it somewhat difficult to answer them. Mrs. Trotbridge
had no very deep love for politicians in general, the doctor of the
parish having told her that they did serious damage to brandy
punches. Had I felt inclined, I verily believe she would have held
me in conversation until midnight, such was her nimbleness of
tongue.

The walls of the room, which was about twenty feet by twelve in
dimensions, were hung with small, colored pictures, in mahogany
frames; an high shoe bench in one corner, a few flag bottom chairs,
a table and two small workstands, and four pair of shoemaker's
clamps, arranged at the windows, constituted the simple but
substantial furniture. But there was over all an air of neatness
about it truly charming. There was a place for everything, and
everything was in its place. "Must make yerselves at home here,"
said Mrs. Trotbridge. "Things, maybe, ain't as nice as yer used to
havin' 'em, but poor folks must do the best they can, and hope
better 'll come."

And while the good woman set about lighting a fire in the great open
fireplace, Major Potter got between two chairs, into each of which
an urchin mounted, with a broom in his hand, and so belabored his
jacket as to fill the room with dust. "The major is always at home
in this house," dryly ejaculated the good woman, taking down her
bellows and commencing to blow the fire.

"I know how to appreciate it, Mrs. Trotbridge, and hope nothing may
come to lengthen the distance between our friendship," returned the
major, shrugging his great broad shoulders, and adding that I could
now go through the process of dusting while he washed his face,
preparatory to listening to how times went with Mrs. Trotbridge. He
had previously ordered the boys to water his chickens, and now,
having at his desire brought in the fish, he presented them to the
hostess with all that pomp and dignity so common with government
employ‚s, who present the heads of departments with services of
plate bought with their own money, and which intolerable nuisance
had its origin among the kings and queens of the buskin. They were,
he slyly intimated, worth seven Massachusetts shillings. The shrewd
fishmonger wanted nine, but, saying I was going to present them to a
dear old friend, he threw off two. No New York alderman ever
received a gold snuff box for abusing his office with more
condescension than did Mrs. Trotbridge the fish so kindly presented
by the major. Saying he was proverbially a modest man, the major
begged she would forego any return of thanks and accept them solely
as a token of the affection he bore her, and which he certainly
would enlarge were it not that Mrs. Roger Potter yet lived, and was
hale and hearty. The widow blushed for once, saying as she did so,
that there was a time when such a compliment would not have been
lost upon her, but now that she had got on the wrong side of forty,
was getting gray, and had seen three dear good husbands put away in
the grave, she did not think it right to be "lookin' out,"
especially as Parson Stebbins had always said, when he looked in,
that woman's worldly thoughts ought to end at forty.

My suspicions of the major's probity were now almost confirmed, for
when she offered to vouchsafe him her generosity, by frying a piece
of the fish for dinner, he expressed a positive preference for
bacon, a good flitch of which he saw in a little cupboard she opened
in search of her stew pan. And although he expressed it a stain upon
his gallantry to deprive her of even an ounce, I thought the
quality and not his gallantry stood in the way. "Lord bless you,
Mrs. Trotbridge," said the major, "men distinguished in arms never
make presents to eat of them."

The good hostess replied, by saying, she might have known, but it
was seldom persons so distinguished came that way; and when they
did, she entertained them just for the honor of it. Peace, she said,
reigned in her little house, and she was more happy with the thought
of eating the bread of honesty, so remotely, than she would be with
a palace in the olive groves of Cordova the man who lectured told
about, seeing that they who live in palaces must depend upon others
for bread, while she could raise her own.






CHAPTER IX.

HOW MAJOR ROGER POTTER GOT HIS DINNER, MADE AN EXCHANGE OF CHICKENS,
AND TOOK LEAVE OF MRS. TROTBRIDGE.





HAD Major Roger Potter been as well qualified to take advantage of a
political necessity, as the cunning quality of his gallantry in this
instance fully testified, he was to get the better in a matter of
trade, he had never fallen from so high an estate as that of
defending the nation's honor to that of selling tin ware and shoe
pegs.

The major, saying he had an inert sympathy for the humble, and that
nothing had so much pleased him as to do Mrs. Trotbridge service,
now commenced to set her table, which he did with the familiarity of
a good housewife, while the anxious woman bestirred herself in
preparing dinner, expressing her doubts as she did so, that her
efforts would not meet our expectations. Suddenly remembering that I
was so great a politician, the good woman, having made sundry
inquiries concerning my wants, bethought herself that I would like a
book to while away the time; so, leaving her stew pan in charge of
the Major, who, having set the table with great exactness, was
seated upon a small stool at the fireside, beating the doughnut
batter in a bowl on his lap, she proceeded to a small book-rack over
a window, and brought me a copy of Elder Boomer's last sermons, the
reading of which she was fully assured in her own mind would
interest me.

The major interposed (wiping his portentous belly, which had become
disfigured with batter,) by saying that seeing the book advertised
by the publishers (who were men of truth in all matters concerning
their trade) as the greatest of recently published works, he got a
copy for Mrs. Potter, who declared it a wonderful book, and had lent
it to all the neighbors, who had read it until nothing would do but
they must get up a religious revival. Indeed, if things kept on as
they were going, there would soon not be a sinner left in the region
round about Barnstable, such a change had the book worked in the
pious feelings of the good people. I seated myself beside a window
that overlooked the little garden, and turned over the leaves of the
book, affecting to be deeply interested in it, but really listening
to an interesting colloquy that was being kept up between the good
woman and the major, at whose side several little flaxen headed
urchins had crouched down, and with an air of paternal regard,
watched intently in his face as he compounded the batter with so
much force and energy, that at least one half it was lost in
spatters over their features. And while doing this, so eager was the
major to ascertain the exact state of Mrs. Trotbridge's affairs,
that the increase of her pigs and poultry formed a prominent feature
in his inquiries. She had let her little farm of thirty acres out on
shares to neighbor Zack Slocum, who was esteemed the best
crop-getter this side of the crossroads. The peach trees, of which
she had seven ranged along the little picket fence round the garden,
gave no very strong evidence of doing much, while the cherry tree
over the well was touched with blight; but for all that she felt
that providence would in some way enable her to scrape up fruit
enough to get over the winter. What was deficient in one part of the
country was made up by the plenty of another. She had recently,
however, felt a great drawback in the bad times consequent upon the
policy of the present administration. At last she had been told it
was the folks in power at Washington who had made times so hard,
that the wealthy manufacturer for whom she "binded" the shoes her
boys stitched, could only give two cents a pair, where formerly he
gave two and a half. But the cunning fellow, who was the sharpest
kind of a straight Whig, said if they got their side in at the next
election, he would come back to old prices, with cash instead of
store pay. Mrs. Trotbridge hoped it might be so, for the half cent
was a serious loss to a family so humble. But she was at a loss to
account how it was that if times were so hard, the manufacturer, who
could not afford to pay old prices, wanted a greater number of shoes
bound, and would hurry her life out to have them done in less time
than it were possible to do them.

The good woman, considering herself honored by such military and
political greatness, spread her table with fried bacon and new laid
eggs, and the cold pork and beans left over from yesterday, a few
shavings of dried beef, currant jelly of the most tempting kind,
doughnuts, hot and fresh out of the bacon fat, and bread made of
wheat raised on the two acre patch across the road, and to which she
added a cup of tea so delicate in flavor that it would have made a
Dutch grandmother return thanks to the East India Company. In truth
there was a snowy whiteness in the table linen, and a nicety and
freshness of flavor in the viands one only finds at a country house
in New England, and which those accustomed to the "hudgey smudgey"
cooking at the great hotels of cities cannot appreciate.

The good woman regretted that she could not add a mug of cider, for
since the temperance folks had shut up the tavern kept by General
Aldrich, at the village, travelers with a taste for that article had
to thirst and keep on to Barnstable. "May heaven vouchsafe you
plenty of such good fare," said the major, taking his seat at the
head of the table, as we drew up and engaged the bacon and eggs with
appetites that were sharpened to the keenest edge. And so fiercely
did the major gorge himself, showing no respect for the last piece
upon any plate, that the little urchins, who had occupied seats at
the table, began to gaze upon him with wonder and astonishment, and
to slink away, one after another, to relieve their pent up mirth.
Indeed, so formidable was the onset he made upon the bacon and eggs,
that I found it necessary to withdraw after the first fire, lest the
good hostess be compelled to call her frying pan into use a second
time. Having finished the humble but grateful meal, we proceeded, at
the desire of the major, to examine the pig and poultry yard. Her
two cows, she said, twitching her head in satisfaction, had had fine
thriving calves, and the old sow had a nice increase of fifteen
little spotted rascals, as round and plump as foot-balls. As for
poultry, the only kind that had not done well was her turkeys. And
of this there was visible testimony in four dyspeptic young ones
that walked sleepily around two old ones, kept up a very ill-natured
whimpering, and in addition to being featherless were quite as much
bedowned as the face of a freshman. The major, who had a remedy for
everything, set at once to prescribing for their distempers, which
he swore by his military reputation they could be purged of by
taking homopathic pills dissolved in the smallest quantity of
Wistar's Balsam of Wild Cherry. He had not the slightest doubt but
that by following up this course of medicine a sufficient length of
time, the ill-feathered patients would be restored to a happy state
of health, and become popular fowls at the poultry show. The
medicine was as harmless as need be, though extremely expensive.
There was a satisfaction, however, in knowing that their valuable
lives could in no way be endangered by an over dose.

Expressing his entire satisfaction with the appearance of Mrs.
Trotbridge's poultry, the major fastened his keen eyes upon six fine
black feet pullets, the possession of which he at once began to
covet. And to that end did he proceed to discourse on the value of
Shanghais, inviting Mrs. Trotbridge, at the same time, to take a
peep at the rare lot of that breed of chickens he had in the coop.
The good woman followed him to his wagon, where he dismounted his
coop, and revealed as scurvy a lot of chickens as eye ever rested
upon, all of which he swore by his military reputation, would come
to rare Shanghais, and get big enough to eat off barrel-heads in
less than two months. Indeed, such was the wonderful account given
of these fowls by our hero, that the simple-minded woman would have
pledged her farm for no more than a pair. "La's me! do tell. Eat off
barrel heads in two months! Mean flour barrels, I 'spose?"
ejaculated the good woman, drawlingly, as her urchins gathered
round, peering eagerly in through the slats of the coop.

"Just so," returned the major; "know a chicken of this breed that
grew so tall, that he would follow wagons going to mill, and feed
out of the hind end." In reply to an inquiry as to how she could
become the owner of a pair, money being a scarce article with her
just now, the major said he would, in view of his anxiety to do her
service, let her pick two, for which he would take in exchange the
six black feet pullets. For this profession of his generosity, the
good woman returned a thousand thanks; and the black feet were
forthwith transferred to the major's coop, while she took possession
of what she esteemed a rare prize.

Finding there was no more to be made of his generous hostess, the
boys harnessed old Battle, and taking leave of her with divers
expressions of friendship and regret, we mounted and proceeded on
our journey, four urchins clinging to the tail of the wagon,
cheering at the top of their voices until we had lost sight of the
house.






CHAPTER X.

THE MAJOR RESUMES THE STORY OF HIS ADVENTURES IN NEW YORK.





MY determination not to swerve from the truth in this history, may
cause me to relate things of the major his military friends, who are
exceedingly sensitive, will set down as malicious attempts to damage
the profession of arms. Let it be understood, then, that what
charges I shall bring against the major will, on inquiry, be found
to have their origin in an uncontrollable passion for trade only.
Whether it will be found that he has committed acts for which he can
be arraigned before a court-martial, such being the fashionable
process of making heroes of military delinquents, must be left
entirely to the reader's judgment.

Having got well upon the road, the major turned to me with an air of
evident self-satisfaction, and addressed me as follows: "If Mrs.
Major Potter was out of the way, I would make twain of the widow,
merely for the love her children bear me." Here he jerked the reins
and bade old Battle, who was giving strong proof of the quality of
his wind, quicken his pace. "However, as it is wicked to contemplate
matrimony with a wife on hand, I must console myself with having
cleared in the trade with her and the fishmonger, at least two
dollars and forty cents. The chickens are not what she takes them
for. There can be no doubt of their coming to Shanghais, but as to
their eating off barrel heads, they can do that now, only set the
barrel heads upon the ground. All the ill feathered devils in my
coop are not worth a single black foot." The major, like many others
who affect gallantry, rather prided himself on the chivalry there
was in deceiving widows and getting the better of fishmongers. We
were thus pursuing our journey, when the major suddenly reminded me
that he had been interrupted in the recital of the story of his
first adventure in New York, and begged I would tell him the exact
point where he left off. This I did, as far as my memory served, out
of sheer charity. He then begged me not to get impatient, for he
would soon get to where he was the hero of several extraordinary
exploits, which he had performed while taking care of the nation.
"That's the point," said the Major, taking the cue. "The story was
interrupted at the point where we held it fortunate detectives were
not employed to go in pursuit of Fopp, as they both were of one kith
and kin, only that they had different processes for draining purses.

"My fashionable friends, on hearing of my distress, had no more
attentions to bestow upon me. And as I had no more dinners to give,
the newspapers also let me drop very quietly. I should not forget to
mention, however, that one huge fellow, who commanded the columns of
a very small paper, and made the importance of his position a means
of getting loans of his friends, said time would establish the fact
that I was an adventurer. I entertained a hope that the good old
Evening Post would have answered this, but it never did. It was
something that I could console my heart with the fact, that the
little paper could do me no harm, since its circulation never got
beyond two hundred prosey old women, who admired the way the cunning
fellow wore his hair and discoursed upon good society, though he
held it a virtue never to pay a debt.

"A friend or two, as poor as myself, and who had clung to me as long
as a dollar remained, advised the getting up of an affair of honor
with this editor; but, as I had always chosen to be a philosopher,
and believing valor an article better preserved with peace than war,
I objected. It was then suggested by one of my friends, who was, or
had been a politician, (an enemy of his said he had twice been
driven out of Wall Street for violating its rules of morality,) that
the affair could be more easily settled over a champagne supper at
Delmonico's. The best eater and drinker could then demand his
opponent to consider himself vanquished and pay the bill, the same
being accepted as a sufficient apology. Upon inquiry, it was found
that the editor was famous in this sort of warfare, hence it would
not do to engage him at odds so unequal. Telling my friends then,
that I would take two weeks to consider it, they thought the matter
might be indefinitely postponed. Another friend hinted, slyly, that
editors, as a general thing, held character of so little worth that
nothing so much delighted them as to demolish it over a strongly
compounded punch.

"Well, with the loss of my money, I had the satisfaction, or rather
mortification, soon to know that I had gained the suspicions of mine
host of the Astor, who had the temerity to stick his bill in the
door one morning. My balance on hand not being equal to the amount,
I shoved the curious bit of paper into my pocket, and proceeded down
stairs, slightly inclined to saunter and contemplate the matter over
in the park. But the polite host, with an eye made keen by his
doubts, intercepted me at the bottom of the stairs, beckoned me
behind the big bright counter, and said I must pardon the request,
but he would like the trifle between us squared. Notwithstanding his
great respect for politicians in general, they so often forgot these
little matters as to make it a serious affair with him. The kindness
of his manner set my conscience in a tumult; and this, added to the
fact that he had entertained me in a princely style, sent me into a
state of great grief. One likes to perform kind offices to a
courteous recipient. Indeed, nothing would have so much pleased me
as to discharge every obligation to so excellent a landlord. I might
at some future day need the comforts of his house, especially as
several of my friends had intimated, while fortune smiled, that the
voice of the people might one day call me to rule the nation.

"Dispensing all ceremony, I invited mine host to a conference in one
corner, and then and there pleaded the lean condition of my purse,
to which he listened with great patience, and when I had done begged
me to consider him a friend. Once indeed he seemed on the point of
shedding tears of sorrow for my troubles; but his eyes resumed their
usual dryness. On the following day, his sympathy having no doubt
run out, he informed me, with great politeness of manner, that the
demand for his lodgings was more than equal to the supply.
'Perhaps,' he added, 'you can make it convenient to continue your
journey.'

"I was in the condition of an army unable to move for want of
supplies. It was no difficult matter to make a dozen or so of
political speeches, or to make a meeting split its sides with
laughter, or to tear the sophistries of an opponent into tatters,
but to be cheated out of one's money in a great city, and leave the
Astor to enter the Irving, or the more fashionable 'New York,' with
an empty pocket, though common among New Yorkers, was a feat I had
not learned to achieve."

The mischief of the matter was, that no sooner had I got rid of
General Fopp, than a man, whom I shall for convenience sake call the
great Captain Splinters, made my acquaintance. This man, of whom
many queer things were said over tea-tables, by people calling
themselves the aristocracy, plumed himself on being the greatest
politician Manhattan Island ever was blessed with. People of steady
habits differed in their views on this subject, some asserting that
the honor of the island would sustain no loss if he were made
Governor of New Jersey, or President of the Camden and Amboy
Railroad, in which latter capacity he would have ample means of
gratifying his ambition for mutilating legal voters. I had heard of
this man through the newspapers; he seemed, however, a much smaller
man than they had represented him to be. In fine, he told me the
newspapers had always taken great pride in misrepresenting him; but
he said so many good things of himself, and recounted the many
scrapes he had been in with such evident self-satisfaction, that I
began to mistrust there was something in him. It was at least
certain that he had hung himself to the government, in the very
harmless belief that it could not get along without him. Of his
pranks, as related by himself, I had no very high opinion, inasmuch
as they made public virtue cut a very sorry figure. He, however,
requested me to bear in mind the fact, that he never squared his
opinions with those who set so high a value upon public virtue that
they were for ever nursing it and weeping over it at their
firesides.

"He thought the nation extremely fortunate in possessing an
individual capable of rendering it services so varied as he was
capable of. He made power his game, and to the end of extending
universal liberty to vagabonds, he had at his command the services
of no less than four hundred and forty as arrant knaves as ever did
bloodletting at elections, or managed the rascality necessary to the
success of their candidate. They had given up the business of
stealing; and being much in need of money and clean raiment, had
taken to the more profitable occupation of president-making,
hoping ere long to be rewarded by a grateful government with
important and lucrative appointments.

"This Captain Splinters, of whom so much was said, expressed great
sympathy for my misfortunes, and seemed to entertain a hearty horror
for such fellows as Fopp. He said that now, being on the road to
fame, it was only necessary to fasten to him, when, having great
power in his hands, he would ensure me the nomination for next
President. I got to liking him, he was so companionable. We visited
together many low drinking places up dark alleys, wherein political
mischief was very generally manufactured by youths who dressed in
flashy colored garments, were lean of figure, and very noisy. Their
features were sharp, but undefined, and about them there was air of
recklessness made more striking by their long, oily locks, (which
were turned under in the neck,) and the strong profanity of their
conversation, which invariably turned either upon some pugilistic
rencounter, or a question of municipal or national policy. Being a
popular politician, it was necessary, Splinters said, that the good
opinion of these men be secured; and this could be best done by
ordering the landlord to give them strong drinks without stint. He
added, that unless I did this, my political shop would be closed for
ever. I at first pleaded the scanty condition of my purse, but it
availed me nothing. The dread alternative stared me in the face, and
seeing that they were very outspoken men, I stood their demands at
the bar until an empty purse put an end to my generosity.

"He, Captain Splinters, then led me by the button to Stanwix Hall,
which he said was the head quarters of his four hundred and forty
president-makers. Here the glare of an hundred gas lights threw
curious shadows over a throng of staggering and grotesque figures in
toppling hats, broad, brown skirted coats, with brass buttons, and
bright striped trowsers. 'These men,' said the Captain, introducing
them to me, with an extension of his left hand, 'are made of better
metal than they seem; you must not judge them by what you see on the
surface. Keep but their wants well supplied, and my honor for it,
they will take such care of the nation as no man shall gainsay-'

"'Aye! aye!' interrupted a dozen husky voices, as the whole number
circled around the great bar, spread with a barricade of decanters,
'we are good men, and strong. Let the nation but call us, and we
will do it such service as it may need. We are all honest men, who
wait but the word from our captain, ere we break the liberty that
binds the delusions of men calling themselves our betters.' The
captain now leaned over the bar and whispered something in the ear
of the landlord, a burly man, who stood with his coat off and shirt
sleeves rolled up. Drinks were now quickly compounded for each man,
who seized his glass as the Captain, who was glib of tongue,
commenced a speech in compliment of me. It surprised me not a
little, that he made me the hero of more political conquests than
were written down in our history since the declaration of
independence; but as he vouched for the truth of every one of them,
with an oath to every sentence, his men received them with great
cheering. Indeed, they emptied their glasses, offering to lay their
services at my feet. It was curious to see how much these men, so
apparently shattered by strong drink, knew about the ins and outs of
the constitution. Albeit, for men whose education was as doubtful as
their means of living, (even reading and writing was not in very
high favor with them,) they knew a deal about Congress. More than
one had his pockets full of letters written him by distinguished
members. And it seemed a custom with them, when emptying a glass, to
drink the health of some senator, who sent them Congressional
documents weekly and promised to say a good word in their behalf to
the President.

"Having enjoyed four rounds, the men began to examine the bottom of
their glasses, and to cast longing glances first at the landlord and
then at the captain. Such was the influence of the latter over them,
that at a word they set their glasses peaceably upon the counter and
subserviently retired to remote parts of the hall, where they
commenced to smoke strong flavored cigars. A word from Splinters, it
was said, and these men would set upon and demolish any object of
his dislike. And to such an extent had their mischievous excesses
been carried, that it had cost the city no end of tears and gold,
for which they had no other penance to offer, than an incurable
ambition to run mad in worshiping their captain.

"A touch on the elbow, and Splinters whispered that the landlord's
opinion of me would be raised by settling the score. And to do this
I reached my last dollar. Having thus graciously initiated me into
high favor with his men, the Captain kindly offered to see me safe
home. Taking him for so good a friend, I discovered to him the state
of my finances, which he said was a matter of no moment, since he
would give me his note for five hundred dollars on thirty days,
which Duncan, Sherman & Co., or any banker in Wall Street, would be
glad to discount, merely for the pleasure of making my acquaintance.
A flood of joy poured into my ears and heart at this expression of
friendship. So we walked into the office of the Astor, when
Splinters, affecting an air of great confidence, dashed off the
note, and, bidding me look misfortune right in the face, took his
leave. But he said he would call the next morning. He forgot to keep
his promise, and when I presented his 'I promise to pay,' at the
counter of Messrs. Duncan, Sherman & Co., flattering myself that
they knew all about it, the whole counting-room of clerks went into
a titter. One set me down for a madman; another directed me to the
care of the commissioners of the insane asylum; and a third thought
I would do to go into business in Wall Street. Captain Splinters
would, no doubt, seeing that only his name was wanted, furnish
capital to any amount, provided always that he shared the result of
the circulation, they said. It was clear to me that the house of
Duncan, Sherman & Co. was not fast in the discount line. I then
looked in at Drew & Robinson's. Thinking I had come to buy
steamboats, a little, shriveled up old man led the way into a dark
back office, saying he could give me but five minutes to make known
my business. Anxious to facilitate matters, I produced the note,
saying that he of course knew the signer by reputation, and would
like to discount it out of compliment to him. A sight at the name,
and it seemed as if he was about looking the glasses out of his
spectacles. Then he went straight into a passion, ordering me to
leave the premises or he would call a policeman. Not to swerve from
the truth, I may say here, that I thought it very fortunate in
getting into the Street without being kicked there. All Wall Street,
it seemed to me, was in a state of anxiety. Every man looked as if
he were besieged by his neighbor, or had had a breach made in him by
some sudden revolution, and was in search of a physician to save his
bleeding bowels. Here and there I met a man looking as if he had
just rushed into the street to proclaim the baseness and treachery
of a newly discovered foe, who, with a thousand anxious thoughts,
had carried away the last remnant of his fortune.

"I found I had been laboring under a political delusion. Indeed, I
felt like one in a desert without means of alleviating his misery,
and turned to make my way out of Wall Street and declare myself its
eternal enemy, so ungrateful was the reception it had given me. And
as I was proceeding through the mass of rapidly moving figures that
surged along the sidewalk, my eye caught the sign of Van Vlete,
Read, & Drexel. The name struck me as being consonant with
generosity, so I looked in, and was accosted by a tall, lean man,
with a dusky complexion, and a face radiant of intelligence. He
stood behind a massive, semicircular counter, piled with bank notes
and gold; and having readily engaged me in conversation, which he
had the facility of doing without being interrupted in his business,
I found him a man who could talk faster and much more sensibly than
any revival preacher outside of Rhode Island. And to this he added
the rare quality of being courteous, which was remarkable in a Wall
Street dealer in money. Having discovered my business, he smiled and
shook his head, evidently at what he was pleased to consider my
freshness.

"The captain's paper, he said, might be set down as floating
security, the value of which was so prospective, depending as it did
upon his future good behavior as well as the fortunes of his party,
that he did not feel inclined to purchase any very large amount of
it. However, as he liked to be considered as a man of good parts,
and as I had a prospect of getting a foreign mission, he would
advance ten dollars on the five hundred, taking the risk of such
change as years might produce in the fortunes of the great captain,
which even the moon seemed to favor. Having declined this generous
offer, we parted excellent friends."

A cloud of dust rose up in the road about half a mile ahead, which,
together with the barking of a dog, and the "hellowing" of a loud
voice, announced the approach of a drover, and interrupted the
major's story.






CHAPTER XI.

IN WHICH MAJOR POTTER ENCOUNTERS A SWINE DRIVER, AND TRADES WITH HIM
FOR AN INTELLIGENT PIG.





A VOICE crying "Schew, ho! schew, ho!" broke louder and louder upon
the ear, until, beneath a cloud of dust, there appeared the snouts
of some twenty lean swine, scenting the road from side to side, as
if in search of food. They were followed at a short distance by a
tall, square shouldered man, dressed in the homespun of the country.
He carried a pair of steelyards over his shoulder, and was
accompanied by his dog, a sharp eyed sagacious animal, that every
few minutes coursed into the bushes by the roadside, and kept the
swine in proper marching order.

The major was thrown into ecstasies at what he deemed an auspicious
opportunity for another trade, and began to count his profits ere he
had come up with the swine driver. A few minutes more, and the swine
driver cried out at the top of a voice that seemed to have come
through a tin trumpet, so grating was it, "If you kill my shoats,
neighbor peddler, them tin traps of thine shall suffer as will not
be good." The major now reined up old Battle, and throwing down the
reins, dismounted, and began parleying with the swine driver as to
the value of his drove. "It is cruel of you," said the major, "to be
driving such lanterns to market. From thy looks, I had thought thee
a better man. But, as I have a fancy for trade, if thou wilt put
them at a figure low enough, and take my tinwares for pay, we may
come to a trade that will profit us both."

"To the devil with your tinware; and if you cannot get it there fast
enough by any other process, mount a South Carolina ass! for it
occurs to me you would look well mounted upon such an animal!" This
somewhat uncourteous retort disarmed the major, who stood for a time
not knowing what to say in reply. In truth, he was overawed by the
sternness of the swine driver's manner, and the terseness of the
monosyllables with which he answered questions that were
subsequently put to him. He had a face, too, that wore an expression
grave enough for a Scotch metaphysician, and was long enough and
heavy enough for a Penobscot Indian; and to which was attached a
nose very like a bill-hook in shape. "Honest swine driver,"
ejaculated the major, "being versed in the mysteries of human
nature, and never judging men by their occupations, I took you for a
gentleman; and as such, I am certain, had you but known the high
quality of my reputation, you would not have insulted me."

"That all may be," interjaculated he of the weary face.

"You have, p'raps, heard of Major Roger Sherman Potter? That's my
name," resumed the major, a smile of confidence lighting up his
features, as he extended his right hand, and patted the swine driver
good naturedly upon the shoulder with his left. "I bear no man
malice, am known over the country as Major Potter, the honest in
trade and strong in politics."

"I have myself had something to do with politics," moodily muttered
the swine driver, relieving his shoulder of the steelyards.

And while this colloquy was proceeding, the herd nestled down upon
the ground to rest. One, more sagacious than his fellows, made a
companion of the dog, at whose side he stretched himself, and laid
his head upon his shoulder with an air of kindness and affection
quite uncommon to his species. "That pig," spoke the swine driver,
"seems a more cunning brute than our New York politicians, for he
makes friends with his enemy, and by that means secures his peace,
if not his services. He has conciliated the good that is in the dog,
and now the dog is his firm friend. He will let that pig have the
better half of his meal, while he would not permit another to come
within barking distance of his trough." Here the swine driver
entered upon a history of this sagacious animal, which it will be
necessary to preserve for a future chapter in this history. It may,
however, be well here to say, as well for the benefit of the reader
as for the instruction of mankind in general, that Felix Shulbert
(for such was the swine driver's name) bought him of Father Fenshew,
a poor priest of great learning, who had so cultivated the pig's
understanding, that he could give his approval or dissent to the
canons of the church quite as well as some popular members of the
ecclesiastical councils of which the reverend and very learned
Father was an ornament. As to politics, he knew a great deal more of
them, notwithstanding he mixed less with those who made them a
profession.

"Now, tell us, honest man, what through life has befallen thee to
produce this sadness?" inquired the facetious major, adding, that he
saw the tale of his trouble written in his face.

The swine driver replied, that disappointment, and the malice of
enemies, and the false reports of evil minded damsels, had reduced
him to poverty, and poverty had forced him into the trade of swine
selling, which he followed in the hope of getting a living that
would be acceptable to heaven. An air of deeper sadness now
overshadowed his countenance, and raising the coarse straw hat from
his head, he wiped the sweat from his safron-colored brow, and
heaved a sigh. The major having introduced me to the herdsman as the
greatest politician Cape Cod had ever given the world, drew forth
his never failing flask, which he said contained a panacea for all
ills of the mind, and enjoined him to partake. The man exhibited no
timidity in accepting the invitation, for having taken two or three
swallows, he smacked his lips in approval, and said, he already felt
it mellowing his temper. He then searched in his wallet, and finding
some crusts and a ham bone, threw them to his dog, who generously
shared them with his companion, the pig. This done, we took seats by
the roadside, while the drover began, in brief, to recount his
troubles.

Educated for a divine, he took orders, and for a series of years
preached with much success to his congregation and honor to himself.
At length an evil day came, and with it a spirit of malice that
leveled its shafts at his bachelorhood, crept into his church.
Unfortunately he had declared his determination not to marry in the
presence of several venerable matrimony-mongers, and the result
was, that so many slanders were got up against him, that his church
became a bed of thorns continually pricking him. "My heart, which
heaven can bear witness, is tender enough, became overburdened with
grief," said he, his eyes filling with tears, as he wiped the sweat
from his sun-burned brow, "for it seemed as if the whole church had
turned its back upon me, and so many were the plans laid to effect
my downfall, by those who should have held me up, that even the
mantle of St. Peter could not have saved me. Thus, it was said that
I had made too free with my housekeeper, who, in some things, was a
good enough woman, but (and it was well known to the parish), little
could be said for her virtue. Heaven knows I had never in my whole
life permitted an evil thought concerning her to invade my mind; and
yet she was got to bring against me a charge so grave that we will
pass it over without a name. Your must, however, remember that this
was the work of my enemies, whom heaven forgive, as I freely forgive
them, such being the glory of charity, which is the truest religion.
Indeed, sir, it was said that I did this woman grievous harm, and
the parish rose up in her defence, and, what is more, set her up as
a model of injured innocence. I could only protest my innocence, and
pray what chance is there for innocence against the voice of
calumny?

"Then this was the penalty of your bachelorhood? You should
remember, brother, that so good a chance to become a father as that
which is offered to the pastor of a flourishing congregation should
never be lost; and he who fails to embrace it, evinces a want of
wisdom the clergy would do well never to betray," said the major,
begging that his newly made friend would proceed with his story. "As
I never disdain friendship, (hoping the rudeness of my remarks at
our meeting may find pardon in my sorrow,) I will give a respite to
my tongue by quenching my thirst with another sup of the contents of
that flask, for it gives me much relief in body as well as in mind."
The major was only too glad to grant his request; and having passed
him the flask, he said, as the other raised it to his mouth, he
hoped it would transfer the hidden secrets of his heart to the light
of day, since nothing pleased him more than a recital of the sorrows
of the forlorn ambitious. And here he of the swine, and he of the
tin traps, continued to converse most strangely, the latter
sympathizing with every new sorrow, of which the former seemed to
have a never ending supply. "Being in a remote village of
Pennsylvania," resumed he of the sorrows, "and having neither trade
nor friends, I thought to get my living by teaching school; but the
shafts of scandal followed me, and the honest and simple-minded
villagers thought it wise not to have their children taught by one
who had attempted the virtue of an innocent. I saw nothing but to
take to politics, which I did much against my sense of self respect,
it being a profession requiring those who followed it to live a
vagabond life, as well as to become the associate of vagabonds and
mischief making priests. I took a strong part in a presidential
campaign" ("Jist like me," interrupted the major), "and being on the
successful side, as wise men always are, I went to Washington in the
hope that my services would be rewarded by a grateful government.
But in this there was a mistake, for the government seemed to have
forgotten every thing but the slanders against my character; and
though the hussy whose oath had sealed my doom was removed to
Washington, where she was atoning for her outraged virtue by
practicing the arts of the fair but frail, it neither lessened the
sting of my misfortunes, nor restored me my character. She had sworn
falsely, when her morals were no better than they should be. She now
offered to do me justice by swearing to the truth; but so public had
become the character she bore, that though she might swear to the
truth of her own falsehood a thousand times, no one would believe
her. It was curious to see the anomaly of my position; for while I
could have poured out a flood of lamentations at the want of virtue
in Congress, no one valued my own of sufficient weight to be
recommended for an office. Congress, that had no virtue, or if it
had, its quality was too hard for use, was for ever standing in
admiration of its beauty and whiteness, as a member or two since
expelled had been pleased to call it, and was as scrupulous of
having it called in question as a coy damsel. I who had virtues, was
cast out because the color of it, as seen through the spectacles of
my enemies, was not as white as alabaster. Ah, I have wiped the
sweat from my fevered brow, and thought what a wrong-headed world
we had-many a time! Every man has a history worth relating, or he
must be a poor being in the measure of his kind; but I am afraid
mine is becoming barren of entertainment."

I had myself become interested in the swine driver's melancholy, and
joining with the major, begged he would proceed with his story. "I
took my misfortunes like a philosopher, knowing full well that
heaven would grant me mercy in time of need. I had nearly spent, in
Washington, the last dollar paid me for lecturing during the
campaign, when the jade who had caused all my troubles, hearing of
my poverty, came to me, fell upon her knees, implored my
forgiveness, and offered to share with me the fruits of her infamy.
I freely forgave her; nor could I forbear to shed a tear at the
honesty of her repentance. But her gold I bid her give, as had been
a custom with her, to her friends, in places so high that the source
of their wealth remained a mystery no man dare probe. Telling her I
had rather join the brigands in the hills of Lombardy than accept
her gold, I at once turned my energies to writing speeches for
members of Congress incapable of writing their own, and correcting
the dictum of those made by men whose time was too much taken up at
the gambling crib and drinking saloon. And for this labor, so easily
performed when one possessed the ability, I was to receive five
dollars a column, of the Globe. Small as was this allowance, I found
great difficulty in collecting it, since members too honest to sell
votes generally wrote their own speeches, and those who lacked that
little virtue had so many speculations on hand as to render it quite
impossible for them to find time to pay their speech writers.
However, between giving Latin lessons to two or three of the New
York delegation and this speech writing, and teaching the rudiments
of grammar to an Arkansas member, whose custom it was to make a
speech every day, I scraped a few dollars to the good, and retiring
to my native village entered upon the business of swine driving, in
which calling, thank God, I have at least had an opportunity to be
honest. In truth, brother tin peddler, (I call thee brother, since I
find so good a friend in thee,) it seems to me a man may prepare for
heaven and find no obstacles in so honest a trade. I have now
followed it for seven long years." Here the major took his hand,
earnestly, and swore that he was ready to serve him with his life,
so deeply had his story affected him.

"It was but yesterday," resumed the swine driver, "that a tin
peddler of New Haven, who vends his wares over this part of the
country, and though a great rogue, makes people believe him honest
by asserting that he is a graduate of Yale, passed me on the road
and killed three of my swine, causing me a loss of some eight
dollars, for I sell them at three cents a pound, by my steelyards;
and when I demanded him to make good the damage he jeered and drove
on. And to make the matter worse, the cunning rogue has tricked the
simple minded people into the belief that he is a man of great
wisdom, which was no hard matter, seeing that he threw into all his
sayings a large amount of Greek and Latin it would have puzzled the
devil himself to translate. This, my brother, accounts for the
rudeness of my greeting, and for it I now ask to be forgiven. Having
lost my shoats in the manner I have related, I sat down and swore
eternal enmity to all of the trade."

The swine driver thus ended the recital of his grievances, when the
major, holding it his duty to set the fallen upon their legs,
divided his pine apple cheese and crackers among us, and commenced
advising him in the following style: "I see, brother drover," said
he, "what a grief having fallen from thy high estate in the church,
is to thee. Take then my advice. Keep thy ambition within proper
bounds until thou hast got bread enough to live in peace for the
space of one year. Then return penitent to thy native village, say
thou art wearied of swine driving, and hast resolved to live an
honest man until death calls thee away. Get this idea well into the
heads of the villagers, then come boldly out and declare thyself to
have sinned beyond measure, and to have been so great a reprobate
that the world had not another like thee. Publish neither cards, nor
pamphlets, nor books, in defence of thy character, and above all, do
thou be careful not to purloin the coat and breeches of thy
companion, nor go uninvited to balls, for, though it be the custom
of unfortunate parsons who take to literature at this day, it will
lower thee in the sight of heaven. But say, that having qualified in
sin, and resolved to seek forgiveness, thou art come to lay thy
implorings at the church door. Change, in the meantime, thy opinions
of matrimony, and be careful to state, within hearing of certain
unmarried damsels the corners of whose ages it will not do to
multiply by ten, how it is become a firm belief with thee that
matrimony will increase the measure of thy joys. And when the moment
it will do for thee to move in this thing has arrived, do thou show
thyself a man of sympathy by joining fortunes with a damsel who has
lived hoping, until she has turned the brown corner of forty. Having
thus paved the way by being converted to matrimony, and confessing
crimes that would have crushed a dozen men of better metal than
thyself, thou wilt be restored to thy church, and live like one
comforted by the exalted opinions of the villagers."

It was evident that the major spoke thus stiltedly with a design
upon the swine driver's intelligent pig, which still manifested its
affection for the dog, beside whom it had gone to sleep. The swine
driver promised he would take the first opportunity of profiting by
such excellent advice. To confess the truth, he had looked forward
to the day when he would return to his church as that which was to
restore him to happiness.

The major called upon me to bear testimony to the friendship they
swore to each other, and strengthened over a sup from the flask.
"Now, as I have made thee a happier man than I found thee, perhaps
you would grant me a request?"

"You have but to make it," replied the swine driver, his countenance
lighting up for the first time. "My wife, Polly Potter, is as fond
of pigs as the women of Spain, and our aristocratic damsels who
affect, to imitate them, are of poodles. She is never without one,
which she nurses with great care. She is now in great tribulation,
having lost her last by a croup, which baffled the skill of the most
eminent physicians. And so deep was her sympathy for it, that she
had it buried in a corner of the garden, with a rose-bush planted to
its memory." This so excited the swine driver's pity, that I verily
thought he was about to make the major a present of his whole herd,
as a means of consoling his disconsolate wife. As soon, however, as
the major disclosed to him his desire to purchase only the gifted
pig, affairs assumed a different complexion. The swine driver
declared he would not part with Duncan (such was the gifted pig's
name,) for his life, seeing that he was guide pig, and could so
prognosticate storms as to entirely dispense with the use of a
barometer. A few more appeals on behalf of the inconsolable woman,
however, and the swine driver agreed to part with Duncan, upon
condition that he be kept as one of the family until he returned
that way, receiving care according to his gifts. The major pledged
his military reputation that not a bristle on his back should be
disturbed, and also that he should receive such attention from the
family as would make his domestic happiness complete. And as a
pledge of his faith, he proceeded to present the swine driver with
three nutmeg graters, two strainers, and a sheepskin, the wool of
which he swore was worth not less than two dollars.

The swine driver received these presents with much condescension,
but said it was necessary they agree that the pig be weighed, as
that would be a means of ascertaining how he fared during his stay
with the lonely woman. This point being settled satisfactorily, the
pig answered to his name, and ran to his master with the docility of
a spaniel. And now, amidst the loudest of squeals his lungs were
capable of, his hind legs were secured and his body hung suspended
by the steelyards, the dog in the meantime keeping up a loud
barking, and threatening to make ribbons of the major's coat-tails
for taking such improper liberties with his friend. "Eighty-four
pounds, exactly," muttered the drover, counting the notches upon his
steelyards as the major bagged his pet, who continued to give out so
many squeals of distress that the sagacious dog seized the major by
the broad disc of his pantaloons, and so rent them that he swore
none but his wife, Polly Potter, had ever seen him in such a plight.
Nevertheless, he placed the pig safely upon his wagon, and having
mended the breach in his dignity with a few pins, proceeded on his
journey, in what he considered a good condition. "To be torn to
pieces by a blasted dog! He didn't know me, though, poor brute,"
muttered the major, rubbing the injured parts with his left hand,
and tossing his head in caution of what might be expected another
time.






CHAPTER XII.

WHICH TREATS OF HOW MAJOR POTTER ARRIVED IN BARNSTABLE, AND SUNDRY
OTHER QUEER THINGS, WITHOUT WHICH THIS HISTORY WOULD NOT BE PERFECT.





IT was quite dark when we entered the town of Barnstable, making as
much noise as if the devil had broken loose and come to carry off
the inhabitants, who were a timid people, but sharp enough to cut
the best side of a trade. The bright blue waters skirting the town
seemed reflecting ten thousand curious shadows, while several tall
steeples of churches, (showing that the people had theology without
stint, and to their liking,) loomed out through a gray mist that
tipped the clouds with a pale fringe. And the clean green shutters
of the bright white houses, and the neatly arranged gardens, with
their picket fences, ranging along both sides of the street, and the
flowers that were giving out their perfumes to the night breeze,
were all blending in a panorama of exquisite softness.

The major plumed himself not a little on his popularity with the
town's people, who made his departures and arrivals no common
events. Nor was his admiration of himself one whit less than that so
common with some others I have in view at this moment, and who
follow the profession of arms.

And now, news of his approach having got spread abroad, he had
scarcely entered the outskirts of the town when little Barnstable,
hatless and shoeless, came running to meet him, cheering, clambering
upon his wagon, and making such other demonstrations of welcome as
satisfied the major that the town had waited his return with no
little anxiety, though it annoyed old Battle exceedingly, for he had
great difficulty in drawing the load over the sand. Seeing the
distress the animal was in, two mischievous urchins fell upon him,
seized him by the halter, and, after throwing it over their
shoulders, were joined by some two dozen more, who ran ahead
dragging him by the mouth, while three others plied his belly with
switches. The major, in the meantime, continued to contemplate the
fortune there was in a pig so learned, and who was now mingling his
loudest squeals with the cheers and bravos of the urchins, until the
very welkin rang with their echoes. We proceeded according to old
Battle's slow pace to what I shall for convenience sake call the
Independent Temperance Hotel, the guests of which were so alarmed at
the strange noises in the streets that they came running out to
ascertain the cause.

"Well, I'm back again, you see! and as for the rest, you may find
that out!" exclaimed the major, cracking his whip, and declaring he
would give the urchins three stripes apiece unless they ceased
teasing old Battle, whom he now reined up in front of a large
portico that opened into a spacious hall of the hotel. The
bystanders, among whom there was a lawyer or two, as well as another
species of hanger-on about a country tavern, sent up three loud and
long cheers, which brought the major's friends in a crowd about the
door. The major raised his hat, acknowledged the compliment with his
usual grace, and dismounted over the wheel, displaying as he did so,
the pins that had served to protect his dignity. But of this he was
unconscious, and bidding me follow, he waddled into the house, an
expression of gladness lighting up his broad red face, and saluting
his friends, not one of whom said a word touching the condition of
his garments.

"Major! is it you? Well, there ain't nobody more welcome in this
hotel!" exclaimed a small, frisky figure, rushing through the crowd,
and seizing him earnestly by the hand.

"Me?" replied the major, returning his salutation with equal warmth
of manner, "Well, I reckon it is! you think of me in my absence, I
see, colonel. Well, there is no roof Major Roger Sherman Potter
feels so much at ease under as this." Here the landlord, whose name
was Zach Aldrich, to which was added the title of Colonel, as a mark
of distinction, for having commanded with great gallantry the
Barnstable Invincibles. The host was fond of a joke, and after
giving his guest a cordial welcome, bid him hasten into the parlor,
where the hostess, who had long held him in great esteem, was
rubbing her palms to see him. Impatient to pay his respects to so
good a lady, he trudged up the hall, and turning to the right,
entered the parlor, in which were seated some seven females, to the
great delight of numerous bystanders, whom the major congratulated
himself were laughing for joy at his return. He had scarcely
disappeared, however, when a loud shriek was heard, and one after
another the females came scampering out of the room, so sorry a
figure did he cut. "Zounds, me," exclaimed the major, "what can have
come over the witches?" and he followed them into the hall,
surprised and astonished, while the compact little figure of mine
host was seen almost splitting his sides with laughter. Indeed, I
venture to say without fear of contradiction, that never did
military hero cut so extravagant a figure before females; and as he
had that scrupulous regard for their good opinion, so common with
his brethren in arms, so was he only saved from swooning by the aid
of a little whiskey and water. This, however, was not applied until
the cause of the alarm was discovered. "Upon my life, Colonel," said
the major, as the host aided him in securing his garments with a few
pins, "I never was known to offer a discourtesy to ladies through
the whole course of my eventful life. No, I wouldn't, by my military
reputation, I wouldn't have had such a thing occur to me, especially
as my friend here is the most distinguished politician in this part
of the country." I could not restrain a blush at this naive remark,
and begging that he would reserve his compliments for one more
worthy of them, he continued by pleading with the host, and
enjoining him to say to the ladies, that never in his life had he
met with so serious an accident, and as it was woman's nature to be
gentle and forgiving, he hoped they would forgive him this once,
"and I shall not be so rude and ungrateful as to soon forget their
generosity," he concluded. Having mended his garments thus
summarily, mine host led the way into the bar room, in one corner of
which was a square, mahogany counter, upon which stood a tin drain
containing a jug of water, and several empty tumblers. An open stove
stood opposite the counter; and in it were massive dog-irons in
brass, highly polished. A square Connecticut clock ticked on a
little shelf between two front windows; and suspended upon the walls
were pictures of horses and bulls that had won prizes at the
Worcester Cattle Show. Certain parts of the bar room were much
distained with tobacco juice; while beneath the stove grate there
lay a heap of cigar ends, and other soft projectiles common to such
taverns. And these, with a bench and a few reed bottomed chairs,
made up the furniture.

In one of these chairs, a lean and somewhat shabbily clad man sat,
his feet upon the rounds, his body thrown back against the wall, his
face half buried in a slouch hat, and apparently dozing, but really
keeping a watchful eye upon every movement in the room. The
landlord, whose round face was lit up with a mischievous laugh, said
he would bet his new frock coat, which had brass buttons and a
velvet collar, and his white trowsers, and even his ruffle shirt,
that the major had made a successful trip, and would do the generous
without more ado. The bystanders said it would be only right that a
person who had witnessed so many proofs of his own popularity as the
major had done should pay the forfeit he had incurred by calling on
such good beverages as the host was celebrated for affording his
guests. The major placed the fore finger of his right hand to his
lip, cast a look of inquiry at the bystanders, and then said he knew
it would be no easy matter to apologize to ladies for so singular a
transgression, but how his treating could extenuate an insult
offered to another party, he could not exactly see. "By my word as a
man of standing, I have spent much sweat and labor in getting the
little Fortune has favored me with, and it seems to me that he who
needs it most had better quench his thirst with what remains in his
own pocket!" spoke the major, giving his head a toss, and edging
aside from his importuners.

The landlord replied, that as the major had brought him a
distinguished guest, he should claim the right to do the
hospitalities of his own house, and this he held the more incumbent,
as the major was returned from so long an absence. But in obedience
to the spirit of temperance that ruled in the village, and was so
rigid in its exactions, that it kept Captain Jack Laythe, the man
who dozed in the chair, a spy over his counter, he could give them
nothing but cider and mead. Indeed the whole town had gone into such
exceedingly steady habits, that if an old friend chanced that way,
and took it into his head that a drop of heavy would do him no harm,
he was forced to wink him down into the cellar, and relieve his
wants in a little out of the way place, for even the smell of
whiskey upon the tumblers was set down as proof of guilt sufficient
to call a town meeting.

They had scarcely drank the cider set before them by the landlord,
when the man in the chair began to exhibit signs of motion. Then
getting up from his seat, his sharp sallow visage assumed a look of
revenge; and approaching the counter, he began scenting the
tumblers. "Captain Jack Laythe!" said the major, casting upon the
man a look of hate, "you might find a better business than scenting
tumblers for temperance folks. You're a pretty Christian,
surrendering yourself to such meanness!" It was evident that the
major's choler was raised, and that he rather courted a set-to with
the spy, who had no great admiration for heroes of any kind. Indeed,
the major declared that if such a thing had happened when he was
with his regiment in Mexico, his sword had not long remained in its
sheath.

"This man," rejoined the spy, with a nasal drawl, "is a burning
torch to the town, which he keeps in a perpetual uproar. The devil
never thought of half the evil he has inflicted upon certain of the
townspeople, for he serves them with his poison, and they go about
as if they were dead. Time and again has he been commanded to
surrender his traffic of misery, on penalty of being ridden into the
river; but he has neither fear of the devil, nor respect for the
laws; and though every pulpit in the land should preach against him,
they cannot put him to shame." The host, who was itching to have
revenge of the spy, hurled a lemon squeezer at his head, which took
him between the two eyes, and caused him to retreat into the street,
amidst the cheering and jeering of the bystanders. The major, too,
applied his boot in right good earnest to the retreating gentleman's
rear, and asserted his courage by making threats in the door, while
the other, having regained his sight, stood challenging him to come
out into the street, and take it like a man. The major called upon
the bystanders to bear witness that he had courage enough to tackle
a dozen or more of such spies, only he would rather not soil his
hands just now. Nor was there any honor in fighting such people,
which was a chief point in such game.

The landlord now reminded the major that the town esteemed him too
highly to have him compromise himself by holding a parley with such
a fellow, who was no other than an old Pawtucket stage driver, who
having tempered his throat with brandy until it had dried up his
wits, saw fit to reform, and had become the most implacable enemy of
all who enjoyed what he had abused.

The spy seeing the landlord about to set on his big dog, took to his
heels, muttering in a low and plaintive tone, and threatening to
report his grievances to Parson Bangshanter, and Squire Clapp, two
leading members of the temperance league, and who, in respect to
good morals, had taken the sale of liquor into their own hands, and
were making a good thing of it. The major now remembered that his
wife, Polly Potter, would get the news and be impatient to welcome
him, and so bidding the host and his company good night, and
assuring me that he would ring the town out to pay me proper respect
in the morning, he took his way home, meeting with so serious an
accident as had well nigh cost him his life, the particulars of
which I must reserve for another chapter.






CHAPTER XIII.

WHICH TREATS OF TWO STRANGE CHARACTERS I MET AT THE INDEPENDENT
TEMPERANCE HOTEL.





HAVING got rid of the major, I desired to change my clothing before
supper, and was shown to a snug little room up stairs by a damsel of
such exquisite beauty and bashfulness, that my whole soul seemed
melting within me, so quickly did her charms enslave me. In answer
to a question that hung trembling upon my lips, and which I had only
power to put in broken accents, for she passed me the candle, and as
she did so, I touched her hand, and saw her bosom heave gently, and
her eyes fill with liquid light, out of which came the language of
love, she said, with a smile and a lisp, that they called her
Bessie. Nature had been all bountiful in bestowing her gifts, for
surely, thought I, the nation can boast of no prettier Bessie. I
thought of the garden of Eden, of the palm groves of Campania, of
every rural beauty that just then beguiled my fancies. But in
neither of them did there seem happiness for me without Bessie for
the idol of my worship. I had, indeed, touched the hidden spring of
her sympathy, and as it gushed forth in unison with my own, I read
the flutterings of her heart in her crimsoning cheeks, and
contemplated the bounties of that Providence which forgets not the
humblest of its creatures. "Oh, sir," said she, "what will my father
say?" and she attempted a frown, and started back as I stole a kiss
of the cheek now suffused with blushes. Then with an arch toss of
the head, she turned her great black eyes rogueishly upon me, and
said in a half whisper that I must not attempt it again. But I could
not resist the magic of her glance, while, together with the
cherry-like freshness of her lips, and the raven blackness of those
glossy curls that hung so ravishingly over her fair blushing cheeks,
discovering a delicately arched brow, and enhancing the sweetness of
her oval face, carried me away captive, and made it seem as if
heaven had created our loves to flow on in one unhallowed stream of
joy. Her dapper figure was neatly set off with a dress of black
silk, buttoned close about the neck, and showing the symmetry of her
bust to great advantage; and over this she wore an apron of brown
silk, gimped at the edge, and her collar and wristbands were of
snowy white linen. "Heaven knows I would not harm thee, for thou art
even too fair; only a knave would rob one so innocent." And I held
her tremblingly by the hand, in the open door, as she attempted to
draw herself away, beseeching me with a bewitching glance to
"remember her youth." Bessie was the landlord's daughter; and though
she was scarce passed her seventeenth summer, had became so famous
for her beauty, as to number her admirers in every village of the
county; and many were the travelers that way who tarried to do
homage to her charms. I had just raised her warm hand to my lips,
hoping, after I had kissed it, to engage her in conversation, when
the door of a room on the opposite side of the passage opened, and a
queer little man, with a hump on his back, and otherwise deformed,
issued therefrom, and with a nervous step hurried down stairs,
muttering to himself like one lost in his own contemplations.
Bessie, with the suddenness of one surprised, vaulted in an opposite
direction, and, ere I had time to cast a glance after her,
disappeared down a back stair, leaving her image behind only to
haunt my fancy, and make me think there was no one else in this
world with whom I could be happy.

A few minutes, and having completed my toilet, I appeared at the
supper table, which the blushing Bessie had spread with all the
niceties of the season, and was waiting to do the honors. My
appetite was indeed keen, but the flashing of her eyes so troubled
my sensitive nature, that I entirely forgot the supper, and began to
inquire, half resolved to end my journey here, if mine host could
accommodate me for a month. Bessie heaved a sigh, saying it should
be done if she had to give up her own room. To which I replied that
nothing could induce me to give her trouble for my sake; that I
would take up my lodgings upon the corn shed, where, with the stars
and her charms to occupy my musings, I could be so happy.

When supper was over, Bessie ushered me into a large sitting room,
on the left of the hall, and bid me good night. A large, square
table, upon which was a copy of Godey's Lady's Book, the New England
Cultivator, the New Bedford Mercury, and sundry other papers of good
morals, stood in the center of the room. The walls were papered in
bright colors, and the floor was covered with an Uxbridge carpet,
the colors of which were green and red, and made fresh by the glare
of a spirit lamp that burned upon the table. A chart of the South
Shoal, a map of Massachusetts and Rhode Island, and sundry rude
drawings in crayon and water colors, hung suspended from the walls.
The air of quiet cheerfulness that pervaded the sitting room,
bespoke the care Bessie had bestowed upon it, and the active part
she took in the management of the household. And, too, there was a
piano standing open at one end of the room, for Bessie, in addition
to having studied Latin and algebra two years at the high school,
had taken music lessons of Monsieur Pensin‚, and could play seven
tunes right off.

An aged, clerical-looking man, his visage lean and careworn, with
his newly-married bride, a simply clad country girl of eighteen, sat
at a window, looking out upon a little square, and every few minutes
exchanging caresses they imagined were seen by no one else in the
room. Indeed, when they were not caressing, they were whispering in
very affectionate proximity. Once or twice I overheard, "My
darling," and, "You know, my love," which curt but meaning sentences
are much in fashion with persons on a bridal tour, and who set out
with the belief that earth has no ill that can disturb the solace of
their perhaps weak love.

The little deformed man, of the nervous temperament, and whose well
formed head seemed to have been thrown by accident upon his
distended chest, paced, or rather oscillated up and down the room,
swinging his arms restlessly, now casting a glance of his keen gray
eye at me, then pausing at the farther end of the room to read the
notice of a lecture on Crabbe, inscribed upon a great red poster.
There was something in the lettering of the poster that displeased
him exceedingly, for, having scanned over it, he would turn away
with a quickened pace, and mutter some incoherent sentences no one
present could comprehend, but which his increasing nervousness
betold were expressive of anger. The thought of Bessie made me
impatient, and following the example of the little deformed man, I
also commenced pacing the room, but on the opposite side of the
table, meeting and exchanging glances with him in the center. The
maps upon the walls furnished me themes for contemplation in my
sallies; and I read and reread the exact latitude and longitude of
the South Shoal, as it appeared on the charts. Then I paused at a
front window, and peered out into the starlight night, and saw the
tree tops in a little square opposite, move gently to the breeze,
while my fancies recurred to the association of that home, at the
fireside of which I pictured my father and mother, sitting thinking
of me. At the opposite end of the room I read, for it was there
printed upon the red colored poster, that the celebrated Giles
Sheridan, (who was no less a person than the little deformed man who
paced the room so briskly,) would lecture on Crabbe, in the basement
of the "Orthodox Meeting House," at seven o'clock, on the following
evening.

It perplexed me not a little to know why this Giles Sheridan, this
queer little man, had selected for the subject of his lecture, a
person so little known in the rural districts of Massachusetts. Had
he consulted either the political or mechanical tastes of the
people, instead of their literary, the cause would not have been
involved in so deep a mystery; but this will be explained hereafter.

The clerical looking man had just kissed his young bride, and
muttered something about the joys of paradise, as I, for the ninth
time, paused to ponder over the curious announcement. And as I did
so, the little man, with that sensitiveness common to true genius,
looked up at me with an eye beaming with intelligence, while his
lips quivered, his fingers became restless, and he locked his hands
before him and behind him, in quick succession, then frisked his
straight hair back over his ears with his fingers, and gave out such
other signs of timidity as convinced me that he was a stranger in
the land, and would engage me in conversation merely to unburden his
thoughts. I have said true genius, in speaking of this queer little
man, for indeed, if strange nature had so disfigured his person as
to make it unsightly, she had more than compensated him with the
gifts of a brilliant mind. "Like myself, sir, you are a traveler
this way?" he spoke, with a voice clear and musical, and with just
enough of a refined brogue to discover the land of his nativity, or
to give melody to his conversation. "You will pardon me, sir; but I
saw you evinced an interest in the notice of my lecture. Ah! sir;
even a look of encouragement cheers and fortifies this misgiving
heart of mine. Few, sir, very few, think of me, seeing that there is
nothing about me pleasing to the eye." And as he said this, he
sighed, frisked his left hand across his forehead, and shook his
head. I saw he was troubled with that lack of confidence in himself,
so common to men of his kind; he was also too timid for one thrown
upon a strange land with only genius to aid him in struggling
against adversity. On discovering to him who I was, and that I had
written a Life and Times of Captain Seth Brewster, which my
publisher, and several independent critics he kept in his employ,
had praised into an unprecedented sale, though it was indeed the
veriest rubbish, his pent up enthusiasm gushed forth in a rhapsody
of joy. I told him, too, that two sonnets which I had written, over
the signature of Mary, had been published in the "New Bedford
Mercury," the editor of which very excellent paper said they were
charming, though he never paid me a penny for them. It may interest
all aspiring female poets to know that these little attempts at
verse found their way into the "Home Journal," and were highly
praised by it, as is everything written by Marys of sixteen.

"Men of letters are brothers!" said the little, deformed man,
grasping tightly my hand. "They should bind their sympathies in
eternal friendship. You have no other word for it! The world never
thinks of them until they are dead; ought they not then to be
brothers to one another while they live?" He now placed two chairs,
frisked about like one half crazed, expressed his joy at meeting one
who had aspirations in common with him, said he wished the meek old
lover in the corner had his young bride in paradise, and bid me be
seated and join him in a talk over the past and present of letters.
I replied by saying I was more impatient to know what had brought
him to Barnstable with so strange a subject for his lecture. "That
is the point, and I will tell you; for a stranger is never to blame
for doing wrong when he thinks he is doing right!" said he, with
great earnestness of manner. And he drew his chair closer, and
tapped me impressively on the arm with the fore finger of his right
hand. "And you read my name, Giles Sheridan, on the pink poster. I
am well known in some parts of the world, and not so well known in
others. Thanks to a merciful God, I am not the worst man in the
world, and yet I am deformed; and as the world praises most the
beauty that adorns the surface, so few think of me, care for me, or
say, 'Giles Sheridan, there is meat and wine at my house, where you
will be welcome.' Thinking even a cripple might find favor and
fortune in the country, I came over not long since, and sought the
city of Boston, it being, as many had told me, the great center of
America's learning and refinement. There I gave a lecture or two;
but being a stranger, and deformed withal, the reception I met was
cold and discouraging. Against such men as Lowell, and Curtis, men
born on the soil, and of such goodly person as made them the pets of
the petticoats and pantaletts, I could not hope to succeed. In
truth, I gave up, sick at heart, clean only in pocket, and with the
alternative of a garret and a crust staring me in the face, in a
land of plenty. At length a friendly hand came to my succor, and
through it I was invited by a committee, composed of the tavern
keeper, the schoolmaster, the Unitarian clergyman, and the milkman,
(who had a relish for letters,) to deliver three lectures in this
town, for which they promised to pay me five dollars a lecture, and
my victuals. Yes, sir, my victuals. Five dollars and victuals for a
learned lecture was something for a man whose pocket stood much in
need of replenishing. I came, disposed to do to the best of my
ability; and the victuals I have had, and they are good. I chose
Crabbe for the subject of my lecture, in deference to my own taste,
and also because I was led to believe, judging from analogy, that
the knowledge of men of letters which ruled in Boston, must also
rule in the villages and towns round about. It was that which led me
to announce Crabbe, which announcement has much disturbed the town.
No one seems to know who or what manner of man he was, and many
curious questions have been put to me concerning his origin, the
things he did while living, the manner of his death, and what was
said of him afterwards. Several inquisitive old ladies, who called
to see me to-day, put many questions concerning his morals and
religion. Not entertaining a doubt of his loving all religion that
was founded in truth and reason, I sent them away fully satisfied
that Mr. Crabbe was a man of good standing in the church. You will
remember sir, it was Crabbe who said, 'There sits he upright in his
seat secure, As one whose conscience is correct and pure.'"

Here he continued to repeat several of the most beautiful lines
written by that poet, and which are familiar to his readers.

"An unhappy sort of man, clothed in the garb of a mechanic, and
calling himself a nonresistant, has several times called to inquire
if Mr. Crabbe, of whom I proposed to speak, was an advocate of
physical resistance. Not being able to satisfy him upon this point,
he has sought in divers ways to pick a quarrel with me." Just at
this moment the door opened, and there entered to the evident
annoyance of the little deformed man, one Ephraim Flagg, a clicker
of shoes, and an ex-stagedriver. He was lean and low of figure, had
a long bony face, and a gloomy expression of countenance, and a
straight, narrow forehead, and coarse, silvery hair, that stood
erect upon his head. "I have come again, you see; but don't let your
choler get up, my little stranger. Peace and little men ought to
keep each other company," spoke the man, with a strong, nasal twang,
after having adjusted his thumbs in the arm holes of his waistcoat,
and passed twice or thrice up and down the, room, with a tantalizing
air. Ephraim Flagg had given up driving the stage between New London
and Norwich, and had recently taken to books, and so studied certain
exact and inexact sciences, as they were called, and neglected all
business, that it was feared he would become a town tax. In addition
to this he had made himself famous for quarreling with all those who
differed with him on the peculiarities of his social problem.

"Sir!" replied the lecturer, "as you chose neither to be convinced,
nor to accept reason for argument, perhaps we had as well end this
bantering!"

"Oh! there you are," interrupted the nonresistant, "you must not
allow your ill temper to rise. You can't get (no you can't) the
better of your adversary that way. If a man kicks you, and if you
want to show yourself his superior, turn right round and thank him.
Depend upon it, there is nothing equal to it! It so unhinges the
man. Now, as to this Mr. Crabbe, (you forgot, in our controversy
yesterday, to say where he was born,) being a gentleman, and in
favor of using physical force-"

"Seeing that I am engaged, Mr. Flagg," interrupted Giles Sheridan,
"perhaps you will excuse me any further controversy on the peculiar
merits of Crabbe's combativeness."

"But there was one point not made quite clear to me, and I came
back, not to make you angry, for men who give lectures should have
good tempers, but to inquire if this Mr. Crabbe was ever kocked
down; and if he was, how and in what manner he returned the
kindness?" To this question, Giles Sheridan was not inclined to
vouchsafe an answer. The nonresistant then said, the principles he
had been trying to defend, were being illustrated. "I am an enemy to
physical force; but I have gained a victory over you! You won't deny
that, I take it?" continued the nonresistant, taking a seat
uninvited; and, having placed his feet upon the table, near Giles
Sheridan, who was scarce able to restrain his feelings at the want
of good breeding therein displayed, threw his hat upon the floor,
and said he would wager four dollars and thirty cents, which was all
the money he possessed, that he could lecture on the principles of
nonresistance, and draw an audience greater by ten per cent. than
would come to hear about Mr. Crabbe. "You don't know whether your
man had a liking for tobacco and whiskey?" he parenthesized. A look
of contempt flashed from Giles Sheridan's eye, as he twirled his
fingers, and curtly replied, "I wish, for your own sake, sir, that
your tongue did not betray the error of the doctrine you have set
up-"

"Oh! there you are!" the nonresistant quickly replied, "establishing
by your acts what you have not courage to acknowledge with your
lips." Wounded in his feelings, the little deformed man turned away,
and commenced inquiring what I thought about several learned, but
very heavy reviews that had recently appeared in Putnam's Magazine,
a monthly so sensitive of its character for weighty logic, that it
never gave ordinary readers anything they could digest. I confessed
I was not sufficiently qualified to speak on the subject; to do
which, required that a man be a member of that mutual admiration
society, beyond whose delicate fingers it seldom circulated. The
nonresistant evidently saw my embarrassment, and saying he had but
one more question to ask respecting the man Crabbe, continued in the
following manner, while Giles Sheridan remained doggedly silent.
"Now, look a here! if your Mr. Crabbe had a bin a farmer who had
grown a nice field of wheat, which his neighbor's horse, being
breachy, had got into, wanting to get the best of that neighbor,
would he have killed the horse, or would he have gone to that
neighbor and said, 'Neighbor, thy horse is in my wheat, pray come
and take him out, that I may not bear thee malice?'" This question,
and the quaint manner in which it was put, so conciliated the little
deformed man that he could not resist a smile. "I have you there!"
exclaimed the nonresistant with a toss of his head.

"It occurs to me that Crabbe never had a farm, hence it would not
become me to speak for him. For myself, I had driven the horse out
with my dog," replied the other.

"There you are wrong," retorted the nonresistant, "for the dog would
have destroyed the wheat, and so carried the devil to the heart of
the farmer, that he had gone to law, if, indeed, he had not killed
the horse, and by so doing lost all power over his adversary.
Whereas, if he had spoken gently of the conduct of the horse, the
owner would have been sorely grieved, and set about making good the
damage, according to the promptings of his own heart."

The landlord hearing the nonresistant's voice, entered the room and
ordered him to begone about his business, and seek some better
employment than that of hectoring every traveler who chanced to put
up at his inn. But the nonresistant replied that he was not to be
insulted by a landlord who professed to keep a temperance house, and
sold liquid death daily on the sly; nor would he leave the inn, in
which he had a common right, until his own convenience dictated.
This so enraged the landlord, that although he was a little man, he
seized the nonresistant by the collar, and would have forced him to
leave the premises but that the other proved too strong for him.
Indeed the nonresistant, notwithstanding his principles, had well
nigh divested the landlord of his coat, and done serious damage to
his face, and was only ejected from the house by the timely
assistance of the hostler and the bar tender.






CHAPTER XIV.

IN WHICH THE TOWN IS THROWN INTO A STATE OF ALARM, AND SUNDRY OTHER
THINGS WORTH MENTIONING.





THE nonresistant, resolving to make the street his castle, stood for
some minutes making grimaces, and hurling coarse invective at the
landlord, who, with sundry idlers, had gathered into the portico. He
then took his leave, swearing to have satisfaction of his
assailants, as Giles Sheridan, looking out at the window, said he
should long remember the fellow for the courtesy he had manifested
towards him.

Peace being restored, the landlord, his shirt ruffle in a sad
plight, returned to apologize for the disturbance to his guests;
while peeping in at the door, I saw Bessie, her black eyes almost
swimming in tears, and evidently alarmed for my safety. Again Giles
Sheridan spoke up and said: "It can be no good that brought the
fellow hither. He must have been begotten under an evil star, and
nursed by a virago. The fellow has but to take good care of his
invective; and if he adopt the ass instead of the madman, he may in
time become an excellent critic." Here he paused, turned his head
quickly, and frisked his fingers nervously through his straight,
silvery hair. The clerical looking groom, hearing the little
deformed man speak thus, led his young bride frightened to bed.

The lecturer now drew a much worn and almost illegible manuscript
from his pocket, and commenced reading to me a few passages from it,
in a clear, shrill voice, and with much earnestness of manner. His
love of approbation, I saw, was only equaled by his want of
self-confidence, which made him anxious to hear what I would say of
it. So I listened with more than ordinary attention while he read,
and then expressed a firm belief that the people of Barnstable could
not fail to appreciate his ascetics. This so encouraged him that his
heart seemed beating with joy, and he warmed into enthusiasm, and
read on, watching intently the changes of my countenance, as if he
wished to read in them my fleeting thoughts. I was about to inquire
whether it were good policy to measure public taste by one's own,
when he paused, and heaving a sigh, said in a modulated tone of
voice, that so many queer inquiries had been made of him respecting
Crabbe, that he began to doubt whether he could interest the people
in a discourse upon the character of one they had scarce heard of.
No longer ago than yesterday, he said, General Sam Wheeler, the
popular high school committeeman, looked in to say, that it was
getting all over Barnstable, and had very nearly got into the
columns of the Patriot, that he had been got down by the evil agency
of the anti-temperance men to lecture on a new process of making
brandy from crab apples. And the Baptist clergyman rather encouraged
this report, which was doing serious damage. I was told, too, that
the subject of my lecture had been warmly debated by the ladies of
the Orthodox Sewing Circle, where Mrs. Silas Heywood, who had
written several strong articles for the Patriot, which journal
adopted them as its own, was heard to declare emphatically that she
had never heard of this man Crabbe, though she had read no end of
books. Miss Bruce had been six quarters at the high-school, knew
something of Latin and algebra, and had taken music lessons of
Monsieur Pensin‚; but she had never heard of Crabbe until she read
"Night and Morning," where, out of sheer affectation, as it seemed
to her, she found that the author had made sundry quotations from
him to adorn the heads of his chapters. As for Miss Leland, who had
been two years abroad with her father and mother, and was supposed
to know all about literature and the poets, she thought Mr. Crabbe
could not be much, since she had not even heard of him while in
England. Mr. Faulkner, the storekeeper, had not a book of Crabbe on
his shelves, though he dealt largely in hardware and literature, and
was a very respectable scholar. And Squire Brigham, the lawyer, who
mixed himself up with other people's business a great deal, busied
himself in saying: Crabbe must have been an obscure fellow, for
though there was a pyramid of old books in his library, he had not
one of this author's among them; and perhaps he ought to be thankful
for it, for indeed Mrs. Forbush had said to him in confidence, that
she understood of the little deformed man that Crabbe had written
some very bad things of lawyers. Mrs. Forbush went regularly to
Boston to get the fashions and attend the Lowell lectures; Mrs.
Forbush had written a religious novel for the "Olive Branch;" Mrs.
Forbush said, who would have thought of giving such a looking little
creature five dollars and his victuals for lecturing upon such a
subject

The cry of fire without, and the loud peals of an alarm bell,
suddenly threw the town and the tavern into a state of great
excitement. Giles Sheridan stopped short in his discourse, and the
inmates of the house rushed in great agitation into the street. The
alarm spread rapidly, and people began to run in every direction but
the right one. One declared it a false alarm. That it was set on
foot to afford recreation for the mischievous, another was quite
sure. A third was ready to swear he saw the incendiary run down "the
lane." People ran in opposite directions, crying fire. People,
wayward and confused, were endeavoring to persuade one another that
the scene of the fire was not in the direction they were going,
though neither smoke nor flame could be seen in any part of the
town. And while the people were thus confused, an harsh and grating
voice cried out that the fire was down the lane, a narrow pathway
that led from one part of the town to another. The confused figures
of men who had stood contemplating here and there about the square,
now rushed down the lane, and soon came in hearing of moans and
lamentations, which grew louder and louder, as of one in great
distress. "Oh! unworthy sinner that I am, let every man exert
himself to remedy this misfortune!" a stifled voice was heard to cry
out, as a crowd, having gathered round a pit, where some workmen had
been digging for a well, discovered no less a person at the bottom,
half buried in sand and water, than Major Roger Potter. "Peace, good
man, and thy misfortune shall be remedied soon," said the Orthodox
clergyman, who was among the alarmists, and, notwithstanding his
accustomed frigidity, could scarce suppress a smile at seeing the
major cut so sorry a figure. The clergyman now ordered the
bystanders, who were much more inclined to enjoy the joke, to bring
ropes, and assist in relieving the distressed man, who, if not a
friend of the church, was at least a Christian. "Aye, aye,"
responded the major, "and be not long about it, for the sand is
caving in, and I feel the devil fingering my toes." Seeing the
people come to his relief, the major regained his courage, (for when
discovered he was nearly frightened out of his wits,) and began
heaping curses upon the head of the miscreant who had laid so
diabolical a plot against his life. Indeed, he stubbornly refused to
be convinced that it was anything else than a trick of his enemies
to rob him of his military title. In fine, he declared to the
parson, who several times rebuked him for his free use of profane
adjectives, that nothing but his good will for mankind in general
prevented him from taking summary vengeance of his enemies with his
sword, which, fortunately for those who were making light of his
distress, he had left at home. It was not that he set so high a
value upon his life, for he had shown while in the Mexican War that
he was not wanting in valor, and was ready at any moment to
sacrifice it to his honor; but it sorely grieved him to think of
what a loss the nation and Barnstable would suffer in his death by
falling into a pit.

The rabble, as he called those who had come to his relief, now began
to jeer him, and to demand of him a speech, merely to occupy the
time while ropes necessary to his deliverance were being brought.
This so enraged the major, that in addition to swearing he would not
be drawn up by such a set of inhuman rascals, he commenced to curse
his hard fate. A few moments more and he became calm, and looking up
beseechingly in the clergyman's face, which was reflected by the
light of a lantern, he enjoined him to hasten to his wife, Polly
Potter, and tell her of the plight he was in. She had never forsaken
him in his misfortunes. But the clergyman was scrupulous of his
dignity, and not fancying the strong quality of the expletives he
was using, took his leave, saying he could not waste sympathy upon
one who so far forgot his afflictions as to take the name of the
Lord in vain.

Ropes were now at hand, and amidst much laughter and jeering, the
major was relieved from his perilous position, not, however, until
his face had received some bruises and his garments much injury. The
crowd now professed so much affection for him, that he began to
deplore the loss of his temper, and to offer apologies for what he
had said when in the pit, which were readily accepted, with regrets
for his misfortune. Indeed, he inwardly congratulated himself that
he had not lost a whit of his political or military popularity, and
that the mishap was one of those peculiar interpositions of
Providence which may occur in the life of any great man. As to the
oaths that had lost him the friendship of the clergyman, he
regretted them from the very bottom of his heart, and hoped his
friends, in the exercise of that generosity they had ever evinced
for him, would set them down to the bewildered and confused state of
his faculties. Hoping he would never again be in a condition to
merit their jokes, the major bowed in the politest manner, and
turned to take his departure, adding that he would have to perform
certain offices pleasing to his wife, Polly. He had, however, no
sooner turned his back, than the crowd gave out shouts of laughter,
seeing the condition his nether garments were in. Being unconscious
of the cause, the major mistook their shouts for a manifestation of
his popularity, and having paused to acknowledge it with a bow,
continued on his way as the crowd dispersed.

It seems that the mischievous urchins, on seeing the major enter the
tavern, mounted his team and drove several times round the town, the
pig and chickens keeping up a medley of noise that seriously annoyed
numerous peaceably-disposed citizens. And having satisfied their
mischievous propensities, they left old Battle to himself, knowing
that he would keep faith with his master. Finding his faithful
animal gone, when he issued from the tavern, the major, not doubting
the steady habits of his horse, very naturally believed that he had
taken his way home, and thus forestalled his arrival. The only thing
that caused him any fear was, that some accident might occur to his
live stock. He therefore took the shortest road home, and so
completely absorbed in the contemplation of his profits, and of the
prospect of another chance for political fame, was he, that he
hastened on regardless of the planks the workmen had placed round
the well they were digging, and of which he became conscious only
when he had tumbled some twenty feet to the bottom. Beginning to
sink deeper and deeper in the sand, from which all his efforts to
extricate himself failed, he set up a cry of fire, regarding it the
one which would soonest bring him relief. And this cry he bawled
until he sent the whole town into a state of excitement.

And now, since I have exhausted the limits of my chapter, I must
reserve what took place between the major and his wife Polly, and
how she almost fainted at seeing him enter the house in so shattered
a condition, for another chapter.






CHAPTER XV.

IN WHICH THERE IS AN INTERESTING MEETING BETWEEN MAJOR POTTER AND
HIS WIFE POLLY.





MAJOR ROGER SHERMAN POTTER lived in a little red house in the
outskirts of the town of Barnstable. There were two crabbed little
windows in front, for it could boast of but one story, and a narrow
green door, over which a prairie rose bush clustered, as if to hide
its infirmity. A small window, reminding one of a half closed
jacknife, and in which were two earthen flower pots containing
mignonnette, set jauntily upon the roof, which was so covered with
black moss, that it was impossible to tell whether it was shingled
or tiled. Indeed such was the shattered condition of the little
tenement, that you might easily have imagined it suffering from a
forty years' attack of chronic disease, and quite unfit for the
habitation of so great a military hero. The major, however, had a
peculiar faculty for reconciling humbleness with greatness, and
always overcame the remonstrances of his wife, (who was continually
urging the necessity of a larger tenement, in accordance with their
advanced popularity,) by reminding her that General Scott, who was a
great military hero, and to whom the nation owed a debt of gratitude
it had no notion of discharging until after his death, was kept poor
and humble by the nation, merely for its own convenience. In truth,
whenever Polly Potter upbraided the major for not keeping up proper
appearances, he would mutter so that her ears could not escape the
meaning, that rags might cover a nobleman, while the knave might
scent his fine linen with the perfumes of Arabia. In reply to this,
Polly would remind him in her own way, that tattered garments and
good society were not the fashion of the day, and seldom went
together.

"Well, here I am, wife! in an unsuitable condition, I confess," said
the major, stalking into his little habitation, and embracing his
wife, who had been waiting his coming in great anxiety, seeing that
old Battle had arrived nearly an hour previous, with the tin wagon
in a very disordered condition. "Heavens! my faithful husband, my
dear good husband, what has happened?" shrieked his wife, standing
aghast for a moment, and then throwing herself almost fainting into
his arms, as two shy looking and ill clad little girls, and a boy of
some twelve years old, clung about her garments, and commenced to
cry with all the might of their lungs. The major's wife was a
slender, meekly attired woman, with exceedingly sharp features, a
bright, watchful eye, evincing great energy of character, and a
complexion which might be considered a compromise between the color
of Dr. Townsend's sarsaparilla and the daintiest olive-induced, as
the major afterwards told me, by bilious disorder.

The major was at a loss how to account to his wife for his shattered
condition, nor was he conscious of the disordered state of his
nether garments, the rent in which had been made larger by the
process of getting him out of the pit. However, as her recovery was
almost as sudden as her notion to faint, and seeing that nothing
serious had resulted therefrom, he placed her in a chair, and
commenced recounting to her how he got into the pit, which he swore,
and made her believe, was set for him by his enemies, who had for
many years bore him great malice, in consequence of his fame, which,
God knows, he had worked hard enough to gain. "La's me, husband,"
said the artless woman, making him a return of her affections; "it's
just what I've a dozen times told you they'd do, if they'd only a
sly chance. There's Robins Dobson, who has been trying for years to
be Major of the Invincibles, and it's just what his wife wants. She
wants to see his name, with the title 'tached, in the Patriot some
mornin'. Poor folks has a hard enough time to get up in the world,
and when they gets up, everybody wants to pull 'em down. That's the
way the world goes." As it had always been a custom with the good
woman to believe no greater military character than the major ever
lived-an opinion he shared to the fullest extent-so was it the most
pleasing thing with him to reciprocate the honor by asserting,
whenever an opportunity offered, that history afforded no example of
a military hero ever before being blessed with so good a wife.
Indeed I very much doubt whether there ever existed a heaven in
which love, joy, and mutual confidence were so liberally exchanged
as in this, the major's little tenement. As for furniture, it could
boast of but little, and that of the shabbiest kind. It was true,
there was a print of General Scott hung upon the discolored wall,
and another of Zack Taylor, and another of General Pierce, mounted
upon a ferocious-looking charger, and about to demonstrate his
courage (not in attacking the lines of an enemy) by rushing into the
thickest of a hailstorm. By these, especially the latter, Polly
Potter set great store, inasmuch as they illustrated the major's
taste for the profession of which he was so illustrious a member. I
had almost forgotten to mention, while enumerating the portraits of
these great generals, that there was hanging over the tea-table (as
if to do penance for some grievous wrong committed against that
venerable institutution) a picture of General Webb, who had
distinguished himself in several great battles, fought in the
columns of an almost pious newspaper, published in Wall Street, New
York, and whom Polly Potter verily believed, having heard it of the
neighbors, to be a wonderful diplomatist, which was rare in so great
a general.

"And now, seeing that we have had but scanty fare for the week past,
and have got deeply in debt to the grocer, who has twice threatened
to take our little things for pay, pray tell us of your voyage, and
what success you have met with;" said the good woman, which reminded
the major of his neglect of his faithful horse, which, in reply to a
question concerning his arrival, he was told had come safely home,
and been put in the barn, but without either pig or chickens. The
major was not a little surprised on hearing this account of his
team, and repaired at once to the barn, where he found old Battle a
little jaded, but otherwise in his usual good condition, and as
ready as ever to acknowledge the caresses of his kind master. To his
utter astonishment neither pig nor chickens, upon which he had set
so much store, as constituting the larger half of his available
profits, were to be seen. He now swore either that the town was full
of thieves, or that it was another trick of his enemies to deprive
him of the means of sustaining his hard-earned reputation. His wife
now, evincing great grief at the sad misfortune, held the lantern
while he counted his skins and tin ware, which he found to tally
exactly with his account of stock, which he kept on a dingy slip of
paper, with the exactness of a cotton broker. "Curse on these
enemies of mine; they are all an evil minded set of blockheads!"
ejaculated the major, pausing to consider a moment, and then heaving
a sigh. "Husband, curse not your enemies," enjoined the confiding
woman, "for the Scripture teacheth that we must pray for them; and
you know we have much need of being exalted above them."

"I leave what the Scripture teacheth to Parson Boomer," interrupted
the major, "who deals in that sort of commerce. Scripture, as I take
it, has little to do with one's military reputation. And, may the
devil take me if I don't think military men get it right nine times
out of ten, and won't be far behind them in getting to heaven, (I
mean the parsons,) unless they look well to the state of their
morals."

Being very short, and stout, and singularly duck-legged withal, the
major, having had his attention called to the condition of his
garments, drew forth his cotton handkerchief and hung it about his
loins, as a means of protecting the exposed state of his battery.
Thus protected in his dignity, he resolved that his wife should bear
him company, and together they would sally down the road a mile or
two, in search of his lost live stock. As this necessarily incurred
some danger to his person, which it required courage to overcome, he
thought it well to step into the house and get his sword, a weapon
that never failed him, and with which, according to his own account,
he had killed innumerable Mexicans. Having girded on this venerable
weapon, he came forth as never before did military hero, swearing to
have satisfaction of every enemy who chanced in his way.

Let it be understood by all my military acquaintances, that I mean
no offence in what I have here written. Nor must it be inferred
because I have thus accoutered the major, who must be set down for a
military politician, that such is the fashion with all great majors
and colonels; for indeed history furnishes no account of their going
to war with what is generally accepted as their most vital parts
protected with pocket handkerchiefs, not even when fleeing before
the enemies' bullets. Nor would this history sustain the reputation
for truth I have from the beginning resolved it shall maintain with
generations yet unborn, were I to leave unrecorded this act of
heroism, seeing that it has so many counterparts among those who
affect the profession of arms, and are honest enough in their belief
that the nation's battles cannot be fought without them.

And now, having prepared himself for a tilt with assailants, rather
than a search for his pig and poultry, he strode forth, his wife
following a few steps behind, lantern in hand, and so regulating the
shadow as not to obstruct his vision. Being a woman of great
kindness, and much given to religion, his wife would pause every few
steps, and enjoin the major to treat his adversary, if any he should
chance to meet, with great consideration. There was no knowing, she
said, but that it might all be the work of some mischievous boys.
"That may be, wife; but they are set on by older heads. There's
Captain Tom Baker, and Sergeant Prentice, of the Invincibles, in it
somewhere! And they'll never stop molesting me until they have felt
the weight of this sword!" returned the major, touching the hilt of
his sword, and quickening his pace.

They had not proceeded far, when the rippling of a brook, and a
slight rustling of leaves among some bushes by the roadside, caused
the major to halt suddenly, half unsheath his sword, and place
himself in an attitude of defence. "I said we should find them,
wife; and may the devil take me if I don't make dead men of them in
a trice."

"Truly, husband, it is only the wind and the brook you hear, and
which, at this hour of the night, sounds very like the talking of
conspiring men," interupted the woman, as if to encourage the major,
who shrugged his shoulders, and began to show signs of fear in the
backward and cautious movement of his steps. "As I hope to be saved,
wife," returned our hero, in a modified tone of voice, "though it
takes more than a trifle to alarm me, who has seen much service in
Mexico, I am not mistaken. A vagabond of some kind lurks in the
bushes yonder, for I heard his voice as distinctly as if it had been
bawled into my ears. There! hear you not the sound of his footsteps?
Go you ahead with the light, and leave the rest to me."

"Pray, husband, do not let your fancies lead you to rash acts."

"Rash acts?" rejoined the major, "to kill a score of such lurking
vagabonds would only be doing good service for the devil, who merits
one's aid now and then." In evidence of her faith in the cause of
the sounds, the good woman advanced forward, and, followed by the
major, with his sword drawn and braced, they proceeded cautiously on
over the bridge, though not until our hero had several times stopped
to listen, which he declared was enjoined by every rule of the
profession, and was a means to avoid surprise while advancing upon
an enemy.

Having ascended the brow of a hill, a short distance beyond the
bridge, it was agreed between the major and his wife, that, being
out of danger, they might now look more after the lost property and
think less of assailants. The major, in the meantime, commenced
giving his wife an account of the pig's knowing qualities, which,
together with a description of the eccentric swine driver, amused
her not a little. If the pig, she argued, was possessed of one half
the gifts set down to him, he would take care of himself for the
night; and as to the chickens, not even the black people who lived
on the hill, would think of coming out at night to steal them-for
though they were proverbially fond of keeping a large poultry yard,
and not over scrupulous of the means by which they supplied it-they
were too sparing of their energies to waste them at that hour of
night. She therefore enjoined that they return peaceably home, and
leave the search to be resumed at daylight. The major admitted the
reason of his wife's argument, but declared his determination to
traverse the road round and return by way of the tavern. It might,
in truth, betray a want of courage, did he retrace his steps at this
stage of the road.

"As to courage, husband," said his wife, holding the lantern so near
that the shadow reflected over his broad face, "I am sure you have
already proved that you are not wanting in that; and as there are
but a few hours until daylight, we had as well go home and get us
comfortably to bed." The figure of a man, whose dusky shadow
reflected along the fence, was now seen approaching in the road. The
major had no sooner descried him, than he fell in with his wife's
opinion, and as a practical illustration of his faith in it,
commenced retracing his steps so fast that it was with much
difficulty she could keep up with him. Looking neither to the right
nor the left, he continued on until he had gained the house, from
the door of which he turned to look back, when, finding the figure
had vanished, he said with an air of regained courage, that it was
not that he feared the miscreant, but having a wife and three
children dependent upon him, he could not hope for forgiveness were
he to risk his valuable life in combat with a lurking vagabond. He
therefore shut the door, partook of an humble supper, and went
quietly to bed, leaving the pig and chickens to take care of
themselves until daylight.






CHAPTER XVI.

WHEREIN IS RECORDED EVENTS WHICH TOOK PLACE ON THE DAY FOLLOWING THE
MAJOR'S ARRIVAL AT BARNSTABLE, WITH SUNDRY OTHER QUEER THINGS.





THE sun was filling the east with golden filaments, and the sparrows
were making the air melodious with their songs, glad, no doubt, at
the major's return, when, on the morning following the events I have
recorded in the foregoing chapter, I was awakened by a voice singing
sweetly under my window. I soon recognized it as the voice of
Bessie, whose image rose up in my fancy as the fairest of living
creatures. At first, my senses seemed seized with a pleasant
delirium; but soon the strains came so sweet and tender that I lost
all power over my emotions, while it seemed to me as if my fancy had
winged its way to some land where love and joy rules unclouded. "O,
sweet transport, whither wilt thou beguile me!" I said with a sigh,
as the voice ceased its singing, and the effect was like an electric
shock, consuming me with disappointment. But I heard the dulcet
echoes mingling faintly with the songs of birds, as if some seraph
had strung her lute to give sweet music to the winds; and I was
consoled.

After a few moments' pause the voice again broke forth from the
garden, and I caught the following words, which, if I can trust my
treacherous memory, belong to a song written by the learned Dr.
Easley when in the tutelage of his literary career, and heaven
knows, (for he was then a priest of slender means,) before he ever
thought of translating German or becoming the pensioned puffer of
three New York booksellers: "Come, gentle stranger, haste thee
hither, Tarry not, for I am lonely--Come and tell me whom thou
lovest Or the throbbing mischief will my heart betray." This being a
fair and honest specimen of Easley's early attempts at
versification, it was said of him by those best qualified to judge,
that had he but stuck to the pulpit and sonnet writing, he would in
time have become an adept, for he could compose pathetically enough,
and so regulate his points as to make his theology appear quite
profound. But he had a weakness which ran to the getting of gold,
and this betrayed him into the commerce of literature, where he had
become a critic of easy virtue, and had attracted about him
innumerable adorers, principally maidens of twenty, whose elegant
endowments and clever novels he could not sufficiently extol.
Besides being a poet and a great praiser of small books, the learned
doctor had a rare talent for making ladies' slippers, which, it had
been more than once hinted, was the trade of his early youth. It was
now charged upon him, though I do not assert it of my own knowledge,
that he had found it profitable to become the assassin of criticism
and the undertaker of literature, for which offices he was amply
qualified, notwithstanding the very serious writers in Putnam's
Magazine thought he ought to be transported to Sandy Hook, there to
do penance among the breakers a whole November. And this punishment
they would no doubt have carried out, but for the two newspapers and
four booksellers, who stood in so much need of his virgin goodness
that they refused to part with him even for a day.

After another pause, the voice of Bessie again struck up, and this
time she sung: "O, had I Ariadne's crown, At morning I would sing to
thee--Would sing of dew-drops on thy ringlets, Then my Apollo thou
should'st be." This, also, was by the learned Doctor Easley, and is
extracted from a poem published in his native village many years
ago. Having great confidence in its numerous beauties, which the
villagers, being humble people, failed to discover, the doctor
resolved to seek his fortune in New York, confident that first rate
poetic talent never was appreciated in the country.

The sweetness of Bessie's voice (not the words) so enchanted me,
that I arose, dressed myself, and hurried down stairs, and into the
reading room, where the little deformed man was premeditating the
ill fate of his lecture. He returned my salutation with great
earnestness of manner, told me he had walked three times around the
square, listening to the birds sing. And, too, he had been regarded
by young Barnstable as an object of curiosity. Impatient to engage
me in conversation, he drew forth his notes, which he as suddenly
shut up and returned to his pocket, on seeing the clerical looking
man enter the room, accompanied by his bride, her countenance the
very picture of innocence betrayed.

The little deformed man had evidently taken a dislike to the gray
haired and milky faced groom; for no sooner had he pocketed his
notes than he set to pacing the room rapidly, frisking his fingers
alternately behind and before him, and casting half angry glances
over his shoulder at him. I took advantage of this display of
irrascibility on the part of the lecturer, and passed into the hall,
where Bessie, having ceased her singing, was busily arranging the
furniture and attending to those little domestic duties which, in
towns where fashion rules, are left to untutored servants. She
received my salutation with a modest courtesy, but became so
confused and agitated as I pressed her hand, that, unable to resist
the temptation, I stole a kiss ere she was conscious of my
intention. "It is not kind of you, sir," she said, in a half chiding
whisper; "you must not do it again." And she set her black eye upon
me, inquiringly, and artlessly raised her apron, as if to wipe away
the blushes. Fain would I have pressed her to my bosom, and
beseeched her to regard me as a brother. But her face suddenly
became lighted up with a smile, and such was the perfection of its
beauty that to me it seemed created only for an angel. I asked
myself if there was on earth any thing I could aspire to with so
much gallantry as her love; nor could I suppress the thought, that
he who would betray it was unworthy even of the devil.

Bessie quickly regained her temper, and as if suddenly recalling
something to mind, began prattling to me in the most artless manner.
"Just think, sir," said she, "what a disturbance there is in town
this morning." And she laid her hand gently upon my arm. "That queer
man they call the major, and who is thought half fool and half
philosopher, has got back; and there's always such a time in town
when he comes. And, don't you think, he has brought an audacious pig
with him. And the pig has gone to work (they say, sir, that he is
possessed of a devil) and broke into poor Elder Boomer's fowl yard,
and eat up all his chickens. And the brute does such queer things!
As for the poor elder, God knows he has a hard enough time to live.
He only gets five hundred dollars a year, and what the sewing circle
does for him. Only last week the circle gave him new dresses for all
his family, and a nice three-ply carpet, which I made for him. I
forgot to tell you, too, that about a month since the circle gave
him a new set of dimity bed curtains, and two marseilles quilts; and
now they will have to make him up the loss of his chickens. Just
think of it, sir! And he's such a good old man, and preaches such
good sermons. I do wish, you could hear him once, sir." Here Bessie
paused to take breath. I assured her that he must be a fortunate man
who had such lips to speak his praises. At which she gave me a
rogueish look, blushed, and tossed her head reprovingly. Nothing, I
replied, would give me so much pleasure, especially did she bear me
company, as to attend the elder's church; but, however strong my
inclinations, they could not now be gratified, for the imperative
nature of my mission left me but one or two days to tarry in
Barnstable. This caused her feelings some disquiet; but with great
good sense she changed the subject of conversation, and commenced
giving me a detailed account of the various kind acts performed by
the sewing circle, of which she was a member, and which was chiefly
made up of worthy ladies, who sought out the needy and relieved
their wants, knowing that charity well bestowed is recorded in
heaven.

The sewing circle exercised a sort of paternity over all cases of
distress, and according to Bessie, never withheld relief, except
when the object requiring it was given to strong drink. In truth, it
was held that something must be done for all persons in distress;
and so many were the poor foreign families moving into town, that it
was seldom the circle had not its hands full. As to the provision
prohibiting strong drink, it was found at times to work somewhat
inconveniently, inasmuch as most of the objects of charity, (the
clergy excepted,) liked a little; and being of foreign birth they
could always find the means to get it, though they generally swore
they had not wherewith to get a penny loaf.

"And what is worse," resumed Bessie, recurring to the mischievous
pig, "as if it wasn't enough that the elder lost all his chickens,
but some evil-minded people must go and get into the church, and put
a coop full of poor little fowls on the pulpit. O! there's such an
ado about it over town!"

It being the custom of the country to breakfast at seven o'clock,
and that hour having arrived, a man in a blue smock frock issued
from a side door, (Bessie vaulted up the hall as he entered,) and
commenced ringing a bell in so loud a manner that I verily thought
he would alarm the whole neighborhood. An opening of doors, and a
general movement for the dining room, a long, simply furnished, but
exquisitely clean apartment, was now made. A table covered with
linen of snowy whiteness, and set out with great good taste, ranged
up the center of the room; and we sat down to a breakfast of steak,
and ham, and eggs, and cold chickens, and fish balls, and hot rolls,
and corn cakes, and brown bread-all prepared so nice and delicately,
that even the most fastidious could have found nothing to grumble
at. Indeed it was said of the the landlord of the "Independent
Temperance," that he spared neither pains nor expense in the
management of his house, which had gained much fame over the
country, though it had thrice made him a bankrupt with three score
of creditors, who were always ready to say wicked things of him.
Some people said if the temperance society would only let him have
his way, he would pay, and no thanks to anybody.

Bessie, and two trimly dressed maidens of riper years, waited upon
the guests, nor thought the occupation bemeaning. And so nimble were
their movements, and so gentle the manner in which they dispensed
their courtesies, that I began to regret my bachelorhood, and to
wish all male attendants exiled to Nantucket, where their habitual
unclean condition would find a welcome among the whalemen.

I had well nigh dispatched my breakfast, when there arose a loud
noise, as of voices in dispute, in the bar-room. Bessie began to
tremble from head to foot, and to turn pale. "You must give up the
pig, or stand the chances-now mind that!" said a voice which I at
once recognized as that of the renowned Major Potter.

"Heaven knows I am a man of peace; but you must make good the loss I
have suffered. All this trouble and mischief is done by the
audacious brute you have brought into the town. You go out for good,
and always come home bringing the town trouble. I have warned you of
the error of your ways. But since you take not heed, we shall see
what virtue there is in the Squire." This was said in a more
modified tone of voice. Bessie said that it was the voice of Elder
Boomer.

"You needn't think you are such a treasure! The town can get along
well enough without you. By my military reputation, if I don't think
all this ado about the poor pig is a trick to get the advantage of a
neighbor you imagine hasn't got as good a lien upon heaven as
yourself. Now, good man, do you take the safest plan, give the
animal up to its owner, and trust to heaven for the price of the
chickens, for it is written somewhere, that peace makers, being
blessed, should not be peace breakers-"

"To quarrel is not my desire," interrupted the elder; "for such
would not become me, who have no experience in arms; but I enjoin
you to give up the life you are living, and so turn your energies to
Christ's truth, that you may become worthy of heaven."

"Heaven has nothing to do with my pig!" rejoined the major. "Nor do
I think this talking of heaven, while keeping him in bondage, will
amount to much. Come! turn him out, be a christian, practice what
you preach, and trust to heaven for the reward, as you would have me
do!" To this the elder replied somewhat testily, that he would keep
the animal fast locked up until the damages were settled,
notwithstanding his faith in future rewards was in nowise shaken. I
entered the bar room and found the major thrusting his hands into
the huge pockets of his trowsers, walking round the elder, who was a
man of meek aspect, and singularly lean of figure. Then canting his
head with an air of self complacency, he enjoined the elder not to
separate his works from his faith.

No sooner had the major caught a glance of me, than he approached,
saluted me as became his military rank, and drew me aside to show me
how handsomely the Patriot had recorded his arrival. This done, he
commenced recounting the causes of his dispute with the parson, who
would every few minutes speak up, and dispute the truth of his
assertion, which so displeased the major, that had the parson been a
fighting man, he would have challenged him to mortal combat, as it
is called. As it was, he contented himself with getting in a
passion, and swearing to have revenge, though it cost him six years'
separation from his wife, Polly Potter.

Although famous for his disregard of truth, the major affected never
to have his word disputed, and was at all times ready to draw his
sword in its defence. "Heaven, as you know, knows all things, sir,"
said he, addressing himself to me; "and it knows me incapable of
doing a dishonorable act. And therefore I say to you, for I hold it
an honor and no disgrace to be a politician, that if you will hear
patiently the cause of my dispute with this parson, I will accept
your decision in the matter as final. But, heaven save the mark! use
your judgment a little, sir, and be not like some of our judges, who
seek to please those who promise most, and having little virtue, ask
you to accept their good advice in excuse for their evil example."
The major having said this with an air of conciliation, gave his
head a significant toss, and his trowsers, which had got loose about
his hips, a few twitches into place.

It now came to the parson's turn to speak. He shook his head at
first, and was not a little reluctant about acceding to such terms;
but on being assured of my position as a politician, who had done so
much for Cape Cod, and the hard cider campaign, he resolved to
accept my decision as final. Meanwhile, the major had screwed up his
courage, and was making a circle round the parson, and loudly
calling upon the landlord to bear witness that it had been his motto
through life to wrong no man.

Numerous idlers had by this time gathered round the disputants, each
giving his opinion on the merits of the question, and offering to
back it up with dollars or drinks. Indeed, some of the opinions
delivered by them were quite as profound as any delivered by our
City Justices, and indeed discovered a superior sense of prudence.
But it soon became evident that popular opinion was on the side of
the major and his pig. And popular opinion was right, the major
said, and ought to be respected all over the world. At this juncture
of affairs, the lean figure of the nonresistant, (who was sure not
to be far off when there was any chance of a disturbance,) stood in
the doorway, and immediately engaged in the dispute. "I have not
come (heaven knows I have not!) to give an opinion; but as I am
here, it may be as well so to do, for heaven knows I am a man of
peace, which it is my mission to preserve." The nonresistant was
here interrupted by the major, who squared up to him with clenched
fists, and bid him begone, or he would make splinters of him in a
trice. The man, however, was not daunted by such threats, and
getting his choler up, told the major he verily believed him to be a
mixture of Jew and Celt, and as such, always more ready to talk than
fight. He then told the parson, that although he held him in no very
high favor, he would hint for his own sake, that he could in no way
get the better of his enemy so well as by releasing the pig from
custody, and delivering him into the hands of his owner, saying:
"'Neighbor, prudence being the twin brother of peace, and both being
acceptable to heaven, I have thought it well to restore thee thy
pig, that thou mayest comfort him. He has eaten up my chickens, it
is true, and he has otherwise done me grievous harm; but I freely
forgive him, seeing that heaven made him a brute. Thou mayest take
care of him; do for him what seemeth good; and know that as a
christian I bear thee no malice. Let the good offset the evil, and I
will trust in heaven to repair the loss I have suffered.'"

The nonresistant held that kindness was of itself so great a weapon,
that it would incite generosity in the major-in a word, that he
would give all his tin ware, with old Battle thrown in, rather than
let such goodness suffer. But the major was not so easily seduced,
and, calling the nonresistant a miscreant, he again bid him begone,
or he would hasten his exit with the toe of his boot. On assenting
to sit in judgment on the case in dispute, I took the precaution to
stipulate that peace be preserved, and that the one should keep his
lips sealed while the other was making his statement. But the parson
commenced his statement by declaring the pig to be possessed of the
devil; indeed it could not be otherwise, he said, since the strange
antics it performed, and which he minutely described, betrayed a
desire in him only to do evil. This the major immediately rose to
dispute; and thrusting his hands into the ample pockets of his
breeches, he declared with great emphasis, that he would not hear a
word said against the pig's morals and sagacity, seeing that he had
been reared and educated in the care of the clergy. In truth, he had
given out so many proofs of rare sagacity, that the major stated it
as his intention to speedily proceed with him to New York, there to
have his "Life and Times" written by the erudite Easley, who was
said to be strangely profound as a critic, in which capacity he
wrote for three newspapers, and read for three or more publishers,
all of whom where celebrated for not selling less than one hundred
thousand copies of every work to which they affixed their imprint,
though it was said of them that they had thrown to the public no end
of literary carrion, which Easley had praised.

Order being restored, the major gave way to the parson, who closed
his case by asserting that his poverty entitled him to compensation.
The major now rose, and with considerable clearness, set forth the
fact, that no evidence had been produced to show either that the pig
was disposed to evil, or that he had devoured a single chicken.
Feathers were scattered round, but feathers might have been laid
there as a blind by some rascal who had divers evil designs against
the hen roosts of his neighbors. Christians ought always, the major
contended, to take a generous view of things before they couched the
fatal spear. Again, there was neighbor Kimball's pet fox, an arrant
rascal, who was known to have a strange penchant for young chickens,
and had committed depredations enough to consign him to the gallows.

The above view of the case somewhat modified the parson's temper,
and as he would not have those present think him less than a
Christian gentleman, who would rather go supperless to bed than
wrong his fellow, he, in the blandest manner, begged them not to
think for a moment that he intended wrong. So, with great sanctity
of countenance, he laid his hand upon his heart, called Omnipotence
to witness that he bore the major no ill will, and was ready to
atone for aught he had said damaging to his feelings. And this
display of repentance well nigh dissolved the major into tears. The
disputants now shook hands, and swore eternal friendship. The major
bowed, and placed his hand to his heart; and the parson bowed, and
placed his hand to his heart; and thus was I relieved from rendering
a verdict, which most likely would have pleased neither. It was
likewise intimated to the parson, that the sewing circle would make
good his loss, with fourfold interest, which consoled him much.
Together then the two friends, without further ceremony, set out to
release the animal from bondage, congratulating one another that
they had been wise enough to keep out of the hands of lawyers. On
arriving at the parson's yard, to which they were followed by a
crowd of idlers, they were not a little surprised to find that the
pig had taken his departure, having first beaten the dog in a fair
fight, and twice driven the kitchen maid frightened into the house.
Great anxiety was now manifested to see an animal of such rare
qualities; and on further search being made, he was discovered in
neighbor Kimball's yard, fraternizing with his pet fox, and
otherwise conducting himself so unbecomingly, as to make it evident
that the friends of free love had inducted him into the mysteries of
their system. In truth, he bore no small resemblance to a few of the
disciples of that very accommodating system, for he was lean of
figure, had a long, narrow head, and a vacant look out of the eyes.

"Duncan! my own Duncan!" ejaculated the major, his broad face
flushed with joy. The animal raised his snout, gave a significant
grunt, and ceasing his caressings, ran to his master, a double curl
in his tail. Having got possession of his property, the major
returned thanks within himself, invoked a blessing on the head of
the parson, whom he cursed in his heart, and set out for home,
followed by his pig and a score of mischievous boys, making the very
air resound with their hootings.






CHAPTER XVII.

WHICH TREATS OF WHAT WAS DONE WITH THE PIG; AND ALSO OF THE LECTURE
ON CRABBE, BY GILES SHERIDAN, AND VARIOUS THINGS.





WHEN Major Roger Potter reached his home, he found his wife Polly
waiting with eager desire to see the animal he had so vividly
described. "Pray to God, dear Polly," said he, embracing and kissing
his wife, as the mischievous boys set up a loud yell, "for our pig
is safe, and in him there is a fortune, which you shall share, and
he comforted." And having consigned the animal to the care of his
wife, who, although a strong minded woman in her way, looked at
first with no little distrust on the animal, but became favorably
impressed on seeing him cut certain curious capers round the room.
Indeed she soon began to congratulate herself on the possession of
so rare a creature, and to invoke certain ills on the head of the
parson for holding him so tight in his fingers. "Peace, dear Polly,"
enjoined the major, "for goodness belongs to our kind. The
nonresistant was right, (and right should have its right,) when he
advised me to use goodness as the most effectual weapon to demolish
an adversary. It becomes me, as it does all good christians, to
reverence and adore the Church; but I own it is not in me to
reverence those priests and deacons who affect to regale your palate
with truth, while splitting God's goodness into fragments, merely to
please those who have a terrible thirst to get to heaven over a road
no one else travels."

"As to that, my dear husband," responded the earnest woman, "I
cannot be a judge. But a major as famous as yourself, should be
careful how he mixes glory with his profanity; lest the public,
whose servant he is, set it down against him, and use it to his
injury on election day."

"Truly, wife," rejoined the major, assuming an air of great
self-complacency, "we military politicians had needs keep our wits
whetted, and be careful how much honey we mix with the brimstone.
But I must go look up my chickens; and if the devil, as some say,
regulates the future affairs of politicians, we may safely leave our
enemies to him." The good woman now brought food for the pig, when,
having devoured it with a keen appetite, the major, in order to test
his various talents, put him to a severe examination. It was found
that he could perform with wonderful agility numerous gymnastic
feats, such as jumping backward and forward, walking and vaulting
upon his hinder legs, and keeping time to certain tunes. He could
also distinguish between certain figures and letters of the
alphabet, to the latter of which he would, when directed, point with
his nose. Like some of our New York politicians, the pig was a
wondrous animal in various ways. In fine, so extraordinary was his
talent, that, as I have before said, the major resolved at once to
proceed with him to one of our great cities, where first rate
talent, whether of pigs or tragedians, was sure to find
appreciation. But before this could be carried out, it was necessary
that the services of Monsieur Pensin‚, who gave lessons in
politeness to youths just entering society, be engaged to cultivate
and so polish his manners as to render him an acceptable member of
the Union Club, under the patronage of which institution, (generally
supposed to have been established for the cultivation of effeminacy
and other vices, common to the Dutch of New York,) he was sure to
become a lion. Monsieur Pensin‚ had figured in New York; was an
exile of unquestionable nobility; and if we can trust the Tribune, a
journal in high favor with foreign counts, a hero of enlarged
celebrity.

And now the sagacious animal, fatigued with the labors of his
examination, evinced an inclination to sleep, and to that end sought
a distant corner of the room. "We must treat him tenderly, dear
Polly, for he has wonderful instincts," said the major, casting a
look of endearing sympathy at the animal. The good woman pledged her
word not to be found wanting. Indeed so well did she appreciate the
instincts, and even the tastes of the animal, that, having at hand a
stray copy of the New York Express, and another of a very rare but
no less wonderful journal, called the Mirror, (whose editor was
famous for the immense amount of light and shade he threw into his
financial operations,) she spread them upon the floor for his bed.
And with an evident fellow feeling for those worthy journals, the
animal coiled himself down, casting an approving look at the good
woman as she covered him with an aged copy of the Herald. Seeing the
animal thus reconciled, the major declared, that so pure a native
American as Duncan could not have selected bed more appropriate,
though he was not quite sure how the Express editors would regard
the matter. Indeed, he was not quite sure that they would not,
feeling sorely grieved, dig up Duncan's ancestors, and thereby find
a means of damaging his character.

As the precious animal calmly went to sleep, the major sallied out,
having first drawn his sword to disperse the noisy boys who had
gathered about his door, and who hurled no few missiles at his head
before they were routed. He then set out for the church, where he
had an altercation with the sexton, which had resulted in blows but
for his courage giving out. Twice he lost his temper, and twice he
regained it. He at length got into the church, in search of his
chickens; and to his great surprise and mortification, found that
some political or military enemy (he would swear it was no one else)
had broken his coop, and set them loose among the pews. Indeed it
was high noon when the major got possession of his fowls, which he
did with the aid of the sexton and several mischievous boys. He then
secured them nicely in his coop, and having shouldered it, returned
to his wife, presenting her with another proof of the success of his
voyage, and relating how he got the advantage of Mrs. Trotbridge in
the trade of the Shanghais. After which he seated himself in a
chair, and for several minutes seemed absorbed in deep study. "Now,
I tell thee, my dear Polly," he suddenly broke out, "Major Potter
was born for no ordinary man. My enemies can inflict no injuries
that will discourage me, for I have got scars enough, heaven knows;
and scars are the proofs of a brave soldier. Major Potter never ran
from an enemy! And that is something for a man to say who has been
in the Mexican war. It was, as you know, by the merest slip in the
world that I did not succeed to fortune the two last times I was in
public life. And, dear Polly, I have now a better chance than ever,
having fallen in with a great politician in search of fame. By
joining our fortunes I will so manage it as to get the better of my
enemies; and with a little aid from my friends of the newspapers,
you will yet see me in power. I am a man of valor, I mix but little
honey with my brimstone; and let my enemies say what they will, take
my word for it, you shall yet see yourself the wife of a foreign
minister."

"As to your valor, dear husband," returned his affectionate wife,
"no one ever doubted it who knew you; and though there is nothing I
so much covet as to be the wife of a foreign minister, and to move
among great people abroad, and talk about it when I get home, our
family is growing up, and need all we can earn to get them bread.
And as they might become a town tax, while you were getting the
office, perhaps we had better thank heaven, and remain humble folks
until we can get to be fine ones without being sneered at."

"Indeed, Polly," said the major, in reply, "if any such mishap
should befall you while I am gone, you must pray heaven, and get
along as well as you can until I send relief. It is noble to
struggle on and wait for the reward, which always comes." The good
woman heard these words with tears in her eyes, and began to tax her
resolution for means to meet the emergency; for she saw clearly that
the major had got a freak into his head, and was about to give up
the business of peddling tin ware, at which he made an honest
living, and again lead the vagabond life of a politician.

And while this colloquy was proceeding between the major and his
wife, I had taken a seat in the reading-room of the "Independent
Temperance," where Giles Sheridan, the little deformed man, was
nervously pacing the floor, and pausing every few minutes either to
give me a few random sketches of his career in the world, or to
mutter his misgiving at the result of his lecture on Crabbe. In
truth, he had been waited upon several times during the morning by
persons regarded by the town as famous for their great learning, all
of whom said, if he had chosen a subject less remote, they would
have guaranteed a large house; as it was, they were not quite so
sure of the result. Soon the dapper figure of Bessie appeared in the
room. "Please, sir," she said, as her cheeks crimsoned with blushes,
"they say you came into town with that queer man they call Major
Potter?"

"And what of that, my child?" I replied, as another sentence
trembled upon her lips, which were as tempting as ripe cherries.

"Why, sir," she lisped, "you must know that although he now and then
talks like a sensible man, he is set down for a great fool. He
affords a deal of amusement for the boys, and never comes home but
what he keeps the whole town in an uproar. Being a great fool is
what got him elected Major of the Invincibles. And then he fancies
himself a great politician, and goes about the country delivering
lectures, as he calls them, and leaves his family to starve. Proceed
no farther with him; for I heard our minister say (and he never
profanes his calling) that the devil had run away with his brains.
He is always talking about his valor, and his military dignity; but
his poor distressed wife can tell you all about that." She was
proceeding to say much more, but was interrupted by the appearance
of the major, who, as he said, came to say, that as his wife was
sick of a fever, and the house in a somewhat disordered condition, I
must excuse his not giving me an invitation to dine with him. He
hoped, however, that sufficient proof had been given to convince me
of the high estimation in which he was held by Barnstable in
general. "Pardon what I may have said extravagant of myself, sir.
The rabble, you know, are always ready to get down a man of genius,
and to misconstrue his acts; but the thinking never fail, as they
have done with me, to give merit its due." Having said this with
refreshing self complacency, the major turned to Giles Sheridan,
(Bessie had left the room,) and as if to add to his discomfiture,
told him he had little to expect from his lecture on Crabbe, of whom
it was said that he could not be much of a poet, since the people of
Barnstable knew so little of him. Indeed he offered to wager two
dozen tin pints, a Shanghai chicken, and his military honor with the
little deformed man, that he would give an exhibition with his pig,
whose wonderful qualifications had already got noised over town, and
attract a greater audience. Indeed, as I have resolved never to
swerve from the truth in this history, it must be here acknowledged
that the pig had become quite as famous as his master.

The little deformed man was in nowise pleased with such a comparison
of his acquirements, and answered by saying, it did not become him
to hold argument with a man, however high his military position, who
would place genius in the scale with brute instinct. Seeing the pain
he had caused the little man, the major said he meant no offence,
and was ready to get upon his knees, dissolved in tears, if that
were necessary to a good and sufficient apology. In fine, it must be
said of the major, that, although he was at times emphatic in his
eccentric declarations, he would not knowingly wound the feelings of
those who had done him no harm. And, unlike some editors of New York
newspapers, he always held himself accountable according to the
strictest military rules, nor was he ever known to regard the
character of his fellow in arms as of so little worth, that he would
daily splinter it for the amusement of the public.

The major said he had come to see if I was comfortable, and to
inform me that he had thrown the editor of the Patriot a sly hint
about noticing the arrival of so distinguished a person as myself.
And the editor had assured him it would be properly recorded in his
columns, and so embroidered as to make it pleasant to his fancy. The
major now took leave of me, satisfied within himself of having
convinced me that he was a man of stupendous parts. I must not
forget to say that he promised to call again, and be present at the
lecture in the evening, inasmuch as his absence could not fail to be
seriously felt.

Night came on, and with it there gathered into the lecture room of
the Orthodox Church, an audience of many bonnets and much
respectability. Proverbially inquisitive, the people of the good old
town of Barnstable were on tip-toe, to see the man of whose curious
figure they had heard so much. And as if to gratify their curiosity,
Giles Sheridan now rose, frisked the little black scroll about in
his fingers, wiped the sweat nervously from his brow, and, in a
faltering voice, gave an interesting sketch of the early life of his
darling poet. This he continued for more than an hour, now warming
into eloquence, now subsiding into a low, desponding voice. But his
hearers sat unmoved, nor was one hand of applause raised to cheer
his too misgiving heart. They wondered, and listened, and looked at
one another, as was the custom of the country. The little deformed
man, however, took it as a proof that he had failed to interest
them; and this sorely taxed his sensitive nature. I ought also not
to forget to mention that the speaker was twice interrupted by the
major, who begged that he would state the exact quality of poetry
written by his friend, the poet. The audience took this interruption
very good naturedly, while the speaker gratified the major's
curiosity by reciting a number of verses written by him. The major
then said he was fully satisfied that this Mr. Crabbe must have been
a great poet; but he thought if the speaker had known one Sergeant
Milton, who wrote poetry in honor of the regiment he was major of
during the Mexican war, he would not have set Mr. Crabbe on so high
a horse. Indeed, according to what the major said, this Sergeant
Milton was the most wonderful poet that ever sung of the Mexican
War; and in addition to the gift of being a versifier, he was
celebrated for brewing an excellent whiskey punch, without which no
poet could hope for prosperity in New York, where punch begat
poetry, and foul linen seemed inseparable from poets.

The speaker smiled at the major's quaint remarks concerning his
friend, Sergeant Milton. But such was the failure he fancied himself
making, that he would gladly have given the fifteen dollars he was
to receive in pay for his lectures, and said not a word about the
victuals, to have got quietly out of town. But in truth he had not a
shilling in his pocket, and the money he was to receive of the
committee constituted the forlorn hope of his future fortunes. So,
with a heart overburdened with despondency, and an eye made liquid
with anxiety, he concluded in a faltering voice, and heaved a sigh.
And as no one came forward to congratulate him, and the very
atmosphere seemed to partake of the frigidity of the audience, he
watched his hearers disperse in silence, frisking his fingers, and
wondering if he had made them any wiser on the life of one Crabbe.

But a silent tongue is no proof of what the heart feels; nor does
the outward demonstration carry with it the stronger appreciation of
merit. And so it proved in this instance. It being the custom of the
country not to applaud on such occasions, the audience went home to
unbosom its approval, which was of the heartiest kind. On his way
home, the little man was joined by an elder of the church, who,
seeing his despondency, said unto him: "Permit me to congratulate
you, sir, for never was audience more interested in a lecture. You
did nobly, sir." The little man's heart was touched. He grasped the
speaker by the hand firmly, and as his enthusiasm broke its bounds,
he poured forth his gratitude in a rhapsody of thanks. Indeed, so
quickly did the word of consolation reinstate his confidence, that
he became like an overjoyed child, and in the innocence of his heart
invited the elder home with him, that they might enjoy a punch
together. In short, he not only convinced Barnstable that Mr. Crabbe
was a great poet, but so enlisted sympathy for himself, that the
benevolent ladies of the sewing circle, seeing the dilapidated state
of his raiment, made him up a purse, and presented it with an
intimation that Warren, the tailor, lived at the corner. I should
not forget to mention, that his second and third lectures proved
more successful than the first, and that Major Roger Potter looked
in at the "Independent Temperance" to compliment the little deformed
man on the very learned character of his lecture, much of which (so
he said) had so deeply interested him, that he had resolved to
incorporate it into his next political speech, which he intended
soon to make in opposition to that arch agitator, Thomas Benton,
Esq., and which the state of the nation demanded should be done at
no very distant day. Having said this, he called me aside, and
enjoining me to keep what he said a profound secret, whispered what
will be related in the next chapter, and took his departure.






CHAPTER XVIII.

WHICH TREATS OF HOW MAJOR ROGER SHERMAN POTTER, SOLELY IN OBEDIENCE
TO THE DEMANDS OF THE NATION, TURNED A DEAF EAR TO THE REMONSTRANCES
OF HIS WIFE POLLY, AND SAILED FOR NEW YORK, TO THE GREAT DELIGHT OF
LITTLE BARNSTABLE.





"You will see, sir," whispered the major, putting the fore finger of
his right hand to his lips, "that my inclination never runs to small
things. It quite confounded my wife, Polly, when I revealed to her
my intention of complying with your request, and of our setting out
together in search of fame and fortune. But as I have the power of
persuasion pretty largely developed, and am in all quite a
philosopher, I overcame her objections by telling her you were a
sprightly young gentleman, whose political fame and great learning
was coupled with the most kind and affectionate disposition. 'Honor,
husband,' says she, 'to whom honor is due. I know you have deserved,
if you have not yet achieved. But let not your success in office
carry away your modesty and humility. And above all, remember to
think of us at home, for I have heard it said that politicians let
their loves run too free when away from their wives.' Having assured
her that I would not forget her admonition, and be careful upon what
damsel I let a double look fall, she consented that I might depart a
third time, and see what could be done. And I made a vow never to
forget her while the sun of prosperity shone upon me. Now, if you
will just fix the time of our departure, you will find me ready.
Major Potter, as you have seen, is no small man in Barnstable. Major
Potter never comes and goes without being noticed. And if you havn't
had proof enough of my popularity, you'll see what an ado there will
be made when I leave. Honor, as my wife Polly says, always awaits
them who merit it; and though a man's modesty will not let him be
for ever speaking of himself, I may say it to you, seeing that we
are about to join our fortunes, that the people never see me go
without a regret. As to my children, I shall give each an admonition
before I leave; and as I hope one day to see them enjoying the
admiration, as well as the distinction my military reputation will
confer upon them, it will be safe to leave the rest to heaven." The
major conveyed this information in so quaint a manner that I could
not suppress a smile, though it disclosed a resolution I by no means
welcomed. In truth, I had already seen so much of his
eccentricities, that I was hoping our acquaintance would cease in
Barnstable. But it now became apparent that he regarded himself not
only a necessary item in my welfare, but as being most essential to
the achievement of my designs. So, charging me to think no more of
Bessie, whom he hinted was as coy a little witch as ever waited on
the table of a country tavern, and ready at all times to make love
with every dashing young fellow who chanced that way, he took his
departure, promising to call at noon on the next day.

Having passed the night in refreshing sleep, I was up with the sun
on the following morning, and before noon had received the calls of
several distinguished citizens, two or three of whom requested that
I "remain over," and deliver an address on the state of the nation.
Offering my inability as an apology for not complying with their
request, I was surprised that so obscure a person should receive
such homage. The mystery, however, was very soon explained. The
major, adopting the method in fashion with some of our modern
politicians, had been actively noising it about, that no greater
politician than myself ever lived; and that, being on my way to
Washington in search of a foreign mission, I had generously invited
him to accompany me. The major was indeed building up my reputation
with a view to the consolidation of his own. He had also deluded the
editor of the Patriot, (who was a man much given to good jokes,)
into writing several long articles in compliment of my political
achievements, and which were of so serious a style, that the distant
reader, unaccustomed to the tricks of editors, must have been
grievously misled. And indeed such was the fact, for the political
excitement makers of New York had no sooner seen the article copied
into their newspapers, than they set about contriving a plan by
which to rob the city treasury of some thousands of dollars, under
the pretext of giving me a public reception worthy of the city and
so great a man.

Toward evening, the major made his appearance in the "Independent
Temperance," and handing me a copy of the New York Herald, pointed
to a letter in its columns, written by one Don Fernando, who it was
said hoped soon to be mayor of the city, which office many persons
seriously believed had been created for the accommodation of men
happily endowed with a fondness for showing their greatness, which
was the case with the aspiring Don Fernando, whose light was no
taper burning in a small space. The letter set forth, with many
flourishes, the necessity for showing proper respect to one so
distinguished in the political world. And this the major held to be
a significant token of the success that awaited us. He further
hinted that the next thing we should see would be a resolution
introduced at the Board of Common Council, (provided a member could
be found sober enough to do it,) to vote a sum of money adequate to
the occasion, with an additional clause, that a committee be
appointed to carry out the arrangements. But why should not a worthy
servant of the people be thus honored? There were those of the
honorable council who held it no harm to be liberal in the treatment
of distinguished strangers, seeing that it cost them nothing, and
might, by some bare possibility, afford them an opportunity of
making a speech, as well as indulging a natural passion for free
drinks. The major was in ecstasies with the prospect, and now
disclosed to me the fact, that he had sold out his stock of tin ware
for two hundred dollars, his Shanghai chickens for fifty, and his
wagon for ninety, making in all three hundred and forty dollars, two
hundred of which he had set apart as peace and comfort money for his
wife, Polly, and the balance he had resolved to tuck nicely away in
his wallet, to serve in case of emergency. We must take Duncan with
us, he said, for he was a pig of wonderful parts, and deformed
monstrosities being much in favor in New York, we could make a good
thing of exhibiting him, which would save us against the rubs of ill
fortune. As to old Battle, he had been his companion in so many wars
and tin ware campaigns, that he had resolved also to take him along,
though it cost a new pair of saddle-bags. And as the New York
politicians were bent on doing him great honor, he would no doubt be
invited to review the troops, (perhaps be escorted by the Seventh
Regiment,) when, as a matter of economy, the animal would serve an
excellent purpose; and, being quite as high in metal as he was in
bone, he would no doubt astonish the bystanders with his proud
demeanor.

There was lying in the harbor of Barnstable, bound for New York, a
great, broad sterned sloop, called "The Two Marys," commanded by one
Luke Snider, who was an old pilot along the coast, and as burly an
old sea-dog as ever navigated the Sound. Luke's wife, a lusty wench
of some forty summers, accompanied him, as mate and could steer as
good a trick as any Tom Marlin that ever stood at a tiller. Indeed,
Luke manned the "Two Marys" with his own family, for his two sons,
who made up the crew, "went hands before the mast," while the good
wife added to the office of mate that of cook. The "Two Marys" was,
in addition to her other distinguishing qualities, dignified with
the title of "New York Packet," and when in port always kept a sign
in her rigging denoting that fact. Indeed, Captain Luke Snider was
regarded an extremely sharp fellow by all who knew him, and in
addition to having carried on a large trade in onions and
watermelons, was a salt water politician of great influence, and
could so direct the votes of his fellow craftsmen as to make him in
high favor with all candidates for public office. And the major, who
had an eye to the future, never let an opportunity to conciliate
Luke's friendship slip, and would at times swear by him. And to
further demonstrate his friendship for the versatile skipper, he now
proposed that we take passage on the "Two Marys," as well for the
purpose of disarming our political enemies, who might charge us with
presumption did we take a more fashionable conveyance, as to carry
out a genuine stroke of political economy. Feeling that objection
would be useless, I consented to leave the matter entirely with him,
being satisfied that so great a politician and military hero was a
safe person to trust with such arrangements.

And now the morning of our departure having arrived, the bright
aurora was filling the balconies of heaven with golden clouds, and
all nature seemed putting on her gayest attire. Then the sun rose in
all its splendor, and not a cock in town but gave out a crow, nor a
dog that was a dog that did not send up a bark, nor a sparrow that
didn't get into a tree top and mingle his sweet notes in the curious
medley, which the major held to be in honor of his departure, the
elements always being on the side of greatness.

At ten o'clock I took leave of Bessie, having sealed my affections
for her with a kiss, and wiped away the tear that hung so touchingly
in her eye, as she said in a subdued voice, "Perhaps we shall never,
never meet again. But if you will not forget me, I will not forget
you." To which I replied that death only would make me forget her,
since there was written in her face loveliness so perfect, that time
could only brighten it in my memory. Again she blushed, and cast
upon me such a bewitching look that it almost made me falter in my
resolution to leave her behind. And my faltering increased as her
warm hand pressed mine, and the words, "Will you write to me, and
give relief to one whose thoughts will follow you?" hung tremblingly
upon her lips. But just then I saw what a great soul she had within
her, and how when moved she would tread upon that dangerous brink,
from which so many launch into a world of woe. I pressed her hand in
return, and bade her adieu; promising never to forget her, nor allow
another to beguile my fancies, but to be unto her as I felt she
would be unto me-the angel of my dreams.

Hastening on board of the "Two Marys," I was received with great
consideration by Captain Luke Snider, who said he was delighted at
the prospect of having so distinguished a passenger, and with no
little ceremony introduced me to his wife. A gentle wind blew fair,
the peak of the "Two Marys'" mainsail hung in lazy folds, and the
great jib, partly set, flapped every few minutes, as if eager for
the great event of the major's arrival, which was waited by an
anxious crowd of idlers, who had gathered on the wharf, and who were
diverting themselves with divers jeers at Captain Snider, of whom it
seemed they had no very high opinion. Suddenly a great noise was
heard in the distance, and the rotund figure of the major, mounted
upon old Battle, and dressed in a slouchy suit of Uxbridge satinet,
made his appearance, followed by a mob of boys, hooting and shouting
at the very top of their voices. The animal, not at all disturbed by
the singular character of the ovation, moved forward at a methodical
pace, whilst the major, judging from his extreme good humor, was not
a little delighted at the honors he imagined were being showered
upon him. No sooner did the crowd on the wharf get news of the
major's approach, than they sent up a deafening shout, and hastened
to meet him with so much determination to do him homage, that even
old Battle began to prick up his ears. Two mischievous urchins now
tied a small air balloon to old Battle's tail, while another would
every few minutes switch his gambrels with a twig of thorn, and so
make him jerk his hinder legs as nearly to throw the indomitable
major over his head. Duncan, the pig, was led by a boy at some
distance, and performed his part in the comical programme by keeping
up a medley of discordant squeals. And what with the barking of
dogs, who seemed to claim a right to take part in the proceedings,
and the squealing of pigs, and the loud acclamations of the
grotesque throng, one might have set it down as a fact that Little
Barnstable was out on a frolic. As to the figure cut by the major,
that may be safely left to the reader's fancy. His short legs scarce
reached below old Battle's saddle girth; and, in addition to the
slouchy suit of Uxbridge satinet, he wore a shabby white hat, very
like that worn by Philosopher Greeley on election days. Never was
departure of foreign ambassador attended with such demonstrations,
all of which the major viewed as highly complimentary to him as a
military politician. Having reached the end of the wharf amidst
cheers and bravos, the crowd would not permit him to dismount until
he had addressed them on the state of the nation. Saying it always
gave him great pleasure to gratify the wishes of the people, he
faced half round in his saddle, and bowed with an air of great self
complacency. Then his broad, red face crimsoned, and his thoughts
seemed in his beard, for after stroking and fretting it for some
seconds, he spoke as follows: "Fellow-citizens: I am sure I have not
merited the great homage bestowed upon me to-day. But that is
neither here nor there. Let me enjoin you all to live patriots,
avoiding ceremonies and performing sacrifices for your country. And
above all, live as good christians, and not as fluttering
butterflies, who attract only with the gay color of their plumage
while they live and die soon to be forgotten. And as to the nation
itself, why, may the devil get me, (and I'm no friend of his,) if I
don't think all that is needed to render it safe, is just to let it
alone. Nor would it be much lost if some kindly disposed gentleman
would kill off a few score of our Union savers, who, like quack
doctors, go about with their pockets full of plasters, and are for
ever hunting for the crack in the nation's skull. And I would advise
all politicians to spin less patriotic yarns, to be more modest, to
learn wisdom, to drink less whiskey; in truth, to think more of God
and their country, and to get them honest godfathers, who will teach
them what a sad thing it is to think so much of the nation's gold."
Having said this, the major stopped suddenly, and turning in his
saddle, caught a glimpse of the air balloon attached to old Battle's
tail, which was making curious gyrations in the air; and seeing the
ludicrous figure he was cutting, he called upon all present to aid
him in punishing the miscreant who dared to offer such an insult to
his dignity. But the crowd only answered with jeers and
acclamations, which so increased his anger that he dismounted, and,
giving his pig in charge of Captain Snider, led old Battle hurriedly
on board, cursed them for an unthinking set, and set sail amidst the
loud acclamations of the crowd. As the "Two Marys" sped seaward,
Polly Potter and her three children were seen waving their adieus
from a neighboring height.






CHAPTER XIX.

IN WHICH THE READER IS INFORMED HOW MAJOR ROGER POTTER, IN LOVE OF
HIS COUNTRY, AND TO SUSTAIN THE HONOR OF HIS PROFESSION, DISPLAYED
HIS COURAGE DURING A STORM.





NOT a little disturbed, lest I should distrust the quality of his
valor, the major approached me shortly after we had set sail, and
having stroked his beard for a few seconds, said: "I do hope, sir,
you will not think it strange I did not use my sword to avenge the
insult offered me by the enemies who mixed up with my friends on the
wharf. But I am a man of discretion, and my forbearance was in
consideration of my friends, whose bodies might perchance gave got
scarred by the blows aimed at my foes. Being a friend and fellow
fortune seeker, I need have no scruple in saying to you, that I have
always held it an axiom, that all great men husband their valor
well, and never use it except with great discretion. In truth, and
as I hope to honor the profession to which I belong, it was the
exercise of that worthy discretion God implanted in my heart that
saved me from two duels, the consequences of which might have been
very bloody. I assure you, I have often thought how, if it had been
my fate to die in either of those sanguinary contests, my wife Polly
would have heen left to mourn the loss of a most excellent husband
and father. And yet I have just been thinking, how nothing in the
world would so much please me as to see the 'Two Marys' engaged in
battle with a Sound pirate, for then it would afford me an
opportunity of letting you see a little of the courage that
distinguished me when at the head of my regiment in Mexico."

The "Two Marys" was an exceedingly formidable craft, and very safe
in a sea, of which Captain Luke Snider, fashioning after those who
build very bad steamers for a very good natured government, never
failed to boast. Indeed, the "Two Marys," like several of our best
boasted war steamers, was not blessed with a capacity for speed, and
had only made forty miles' distance in three days, which fact was
ascertained by the log Luke's wife kept with a piece of chalk on the
top of the companion slide.

It was on the afternoon of the third day, then, that there arose a
terrible storm. The wind was in the south-west, and with a pelting
rain, the sea rose into such angry waves as to threaten serious
consequences to all on board, and more especially to old Battle, who
had quarters near the windlass bits, to which he was tied, and
where, notwithstanding the major's constant solicitude, he became so
lean of frame that a speedy dissolution was seriously apprehended.
And this great event, so disastrous to the major's future prospects,
would have been welcomed by Captain Luke, of whose deck he was
making sad havoc, and who had twice been heard to say he was only a
pack of useless bones, whose life would be better saved by his being
thrown overboard. The major overhearing this, was not a little
wounded in his pride, for he set great store by old Battle, and
declared him an inseparable part of his fortunes.

And now, while the "Two Marys" bowed her head to the sea, and shook
her great jib in the face of the wind, old Battle swung to and fro,
and could with great difficulty keep his feet, while his legs were
so swollen, that it required some effort to use them. The major
attributed the largeness of old Battle's legs to a rheumatic gout he
was at times troubled with, and which went far to show that he was a
horse of good constitution, who had been reared in the care of a
Christian gentleman of rank.

While there the animal stood shivering in the pelting storm,
presenting as forlorn a figure as could well be imagined, the major
descended into the cabin, and soon returned, bringing with him his
shattered saddle and holsters, and with an air that indicated an
amount of courage almost incalculable, soon had it girthed upon his
favorite animal. This done, he demanded the animal to stand firm,
and, with a self confident toss of the head, mounted, to the great
surprise of all who witnessed so curious an act of daring. He then
braced himself in his saddle, and commenced to look defiant in the
"teeth" of the gale. He had not, however, remained long in this
position, when a sharp sea struck the "Two Marys," causing her to
lurch to starboard, and prostrating old Battle broadside upon the
deck. Nor did the sea, which was mightier than the major, vouchsafe
the slightest respect for him, inasmuch as it sent him head foremost
against the knight heads, and with so much force, that, had not his
skull been thicker than an ordinary bombshell, there was no telling
how many fragments had been made of it. As the matter now stood, it
only added another proof to the many instances in which warriors owe
the preservation of their lives to the thickness of their skulls. "I
commend my soul to heaven, and call all present to bear witness that
I die forgiving my enemies," spoke, or rather groaned the major, as
his left hand rubbed convulsively over his haunches, and he cast an
imploring look upward at those who had gathered about him to render
succor. One of the sailors now picked him up in his arms, and laid
him upon the tarpaulin of the main hatch, when, certain restoratives
having been applied by Luke's wife, he soon began to scratch his
head, and exhibit such other signs of animation as made it certain
the country would not be deprived of his services just yet. Nor was
it many minutes after he had given out such strong proofs of his
willingness to meet death, when he looked piteously up at the good
woman, and begged her to get to his poor beast, who was groaning
loudly in his distresses, and render him such relief as his case
demanded.

Great efforts were now made to raise the poor animal from his
perilous position, which great work, to the no small joy of the
major, was effected by putting the "Two Marys" on the other tack.
Old Battle now shook the water from his mane, and as if to thank his
deliverers, gave out a loud neigh. And so suddenly did this bring
the major to his feet, in the full possession of his senses, that he
set about thanking heaven for its kind interposition in saving him
and his horse to his country, which now stood in such great danger
of being dissolved into fragments, that his whole energies would be
required to save it. Another thankful look cast upon those about
him, and he spake and said it was, after all, but an interposition
of Providence, merely for the purpose of showing how many trials
great politicians had to overcome, and how necessary it was that
they have heads like New Hampshire oak. And while the docile animal
did penance in the teeth of the pelting storm, the major, his legs
seeming to have shortened with the fall, staggered aft, and
approaching me with a confidential air, said: "I respect the great
reputation you have made, young man. And I think you will admit that
it required no small amount of valor even to attempt such a feat as
you have just witnessed. I have read many histories of great men,
and they were all liable to accidents at times. But if I did not
achieve what I undertook, you must bear in mind the fact, which has
been established by certain philosophers who write in Putnam's
Magazine, that the terrors of war are nothing to the terrors of
disgrace and dishonor; and to face such a sea, mounted upon such a
charger, was quite equal to advancing upon the artillery of an
enemy. Now, upon my word, I am not so much bruised after all; and as
the accident was not from any want of courage in me, I will
presently give you an opportunity of seeing what sort of metal Major
Potter is made of." Here the major paused as if to regain his
thoughts, and thrust his hands into the ample pockets of his
trowsers. Suddenly he remembered that he had remounted without a
bridle, to which strange oversight he charged all that had happened.
"Some look upon the good fortunes of others only to bewail their own
condition in life, but such never was my course. I hold fame a
golden treasure, which diligence can unlock, notwithstanding what is
said by our great men of the little newspapers, who, like slighted
lovers, always have a portfolio filled with mournful complaints
against the world in general, especially if it mind its own
business, and seem inclined to peace." The major concluded these
remarks, for which Captain Luke Snider was inclined to set him down
as not so shallow pated after all, and hastened into the cabin, for
the storm had somewhat subsided, and brought forth his bridle, which
he had on his faithful horse in a trice. "Pray, good friend," said
I, "heed well what you do, for a good life saved is worth the
reward. And if you should be thrown into the sea, heaven save the
mark, what is to become of the nation?"

"A man in public life, especially if he have rank in the military,
should always prove his valor to those he is called upon to serve;
and as there are many ways of doing it, I have chosen this one as
preferable to all others. You must, therefore, shake off your
suspicions, and take notice of what I do, that you may bear
testimony of my courage, whenever you are called upon to do so. I
say this, knowing how curiously officious on matters of physical
development are the New York politicians, among whom we shall mix,
though we must take heed lest, like dogs and crows, they fall upon
and devour us." He now shrugged his shoulders, and, with an air of
resumed courage, again mounted his faithful beast, and, heedless of
the remonstrances and entreaties of Captain Luke's wife, braced
himself firmly in his saddle, drew up the reins, and sat facing the
storm until he was drenched to the skin. I now began to fear he
would get benumbed, and falling into the sea become a victim to his
courage; but on approaching him, and appealing to him to desist,
assuring him that the country could ill spare so great and wonderful
a politician, he merely wiped the water from his eyes and declared
his determination not to give in, but to continue thus showing the
fixedness of his purpose, until the good woman called him to supper.
Fortunately an incident happened, which relieved him of the peril in
which he had placed himself, in order to sustain what he called the
pride and honor of his profession, and it was this: While he was
thus valiantly seated in his saddle, cutting so sorry a figure that
every parson in the parish would, had he been seen by them, set
about offering up a prayer for his soul, there appeared to windward,
and bearing directly down upon us, a large brig under full sail. She
came dashing on over the sea, and soon it became evident to all on
board the "Two Marys" that there was danger of a collision with the
stranger, who was a deeply laden Boston packet, speeding on at no
less a pace than ten knots an hour. At first, the major affected not
to partake of the alarm which had seized upon those on board, and
said he rather relished such opportunities of displaying what he
always held to be true manliness; but as the stranger approached
nearer and nearer, nor swerved a hair from her course, the major was
seen to cast an anxious look now and then at the companion way, as
if he hoped to be abundantly rewarded for his valor by retreating to
the cabin. A few minutes more, and the stranger's ponderous bows
rose majestically over the seas, and bore down upon us with a
velocity that threatened destruction to all on board. Being now so
near that objects upon her deck were plainly visible, the major took
off his hat, and, with quick gestures, commenced making signals for
her to keep off. But, as if unconscious of being admonished by so
distinguished a major and politician, the stranger varied not a hair
from her course, but bounded forward, as if determined to come
athwart of the "Two Marys," to the ruin of Captain Luke Snider and
his good wife. Seeing this, the major looked confusedly for a few
seconds, then alighted with extraordinary agility, and retired to
the cabin, saying he would get his sword and be prepared to give the
fellow a warm reception, since he believed him a Sound pirate, in
search of plunder. Instead, however, of returning with his sword, he
thought it as well to imitate the course pursued by so many of our
valiant politicians, and quietly took a seat upon one of the
lockers, where he waited with breathless suspense, as if expecting
every minute to see the stranger's cutwater pierce the quarter of
the "Two Marys." As for old Battle, he had left him with a
benediction, to which he now added sundry prayers for his
deliverance. It was not, he said, because he had any very strong
fears of death, but solely in consideration of what his country
would suffer by his loss.

And while the major was thus offering up his devotions, the strange
brig ran close down to the "Two Marys," close hauled her sails, and
passed astern with a sort of coquettish contempt for so small a
craft. In truth, she mistook the sloop for a fisherman, and bore up
for her in the hope of procuring some fresh caught cod; but finding
she was mistaken, was glad enough to be rid of her.

"Upon my word," ejaculated the major, with an air of regained
courage, for he was certain the stranger must have passed, "just let
the fellow come; and if his timbers be not like iron, Major Potter
will give them a shivering." The major now took down his sword, and
making several strokes, as if to test the strength of his arm, swore
not to lose so excellent an opportunity of making mince meat of
every rascal who dared to molest the "Two Marys." Again appearing
upon deck, he cast several anxious glances to windward, and then,
having given his head a significant toss, inquired what had become
of the stranger. "Pray, look the right way, and be not deceived with
your eyes open," spoke Captain Snider, giving his head a toss, and
pointing astern. "Magic, and nothing else, got him so far out of
reach in so short a space," re--the major, with a flourish of his
sword, at the same time declaring his readiness to give old Battle
and the gifted pig, if the "Two Marys" would but go in chase of her.

"Faith, sir, I think it would be as well to let peace reign between
you; for though the "Two Marys" is as staunch a craft as ever
floated, and might with safety be put upon the chase, I am not so
sure what time she would come up. And if you will be cool for the
present, I promise in due time you shall have a chance at an enemy
big enough to test your metal; but it must not be said that blood
has been shed on board of my packet; for I am a poor man, and,
heaven save us, if I should be brought to trial in New York, but it
would go hard with me, for I have heard it said that there the rich
may murder, but the poor only are punished for such crimes."

"As you are absolute in command," rejoined the major, with a low
bow, "and refuse me this opportunity of showing my skill as a
soldier, perhaps it is as well, seeing that discretion is always the
better part of valor, and in consideration of what I have already
achieved, I may put up my sword until larger game offers."






CHAPTER XX.

WHICH TREATS OF A DELICATE AFFAIR THAT TOOK PLACE, AND WHICH WAS THE
RESULT OF A MISTAKE, THAT HAD NEARLY COST THE MAJOR HIS LIFE.





HAVING generously given up all hope of a tussle with the strange
brig, the major sheathed his sword, and with a condescension worthy
of our very noisy senator in Congress from Arkansas, betook himself
to feeding his favorite pig, who was demanding his supper in the
loudest squeals his lungs were capable of. "Wonderful as it may
seem," whispered the major, confidentially, "no great man, with a
vigorous understanding, would hold these little kind acts damaging
to his reputation as a politician; whereas history teaches that
little men without reputation are for ever disturbed, lest the
company they fall into be not equal to their condition. But one must
not be surprised at this, since great mental powers are now
exhausted over sausage suppers, and the smallest minds have got to
managing Congress, and through Congress the nation, by mere
stratagem. You may think, sir, that I meddle with what does not
concern me; but you must bear in mind that I am a man of the people;
and though I have compassion for those little minds that so flit and
flicker about Congress, I am not so well pleased when they play
purse-mouse to the great rogues of the lobby, who would sell the
nation's honor for gold enough to save them from honest labor." Here
the major patted his pig gently upon the head, as the animal seemed
inclined to return such kindness. He then said it afforded him
grateful satisfaction to contemplate an animal of such excellent
qualities, especially when contrasted with that herd running about
Congress devouring the vitals of the nation.

This strange speech took all on board by surprise, for not even
Captain Luke, who had seen him perform some singular offices, would
have believed him capable of such sound logic. In truth, had he been
any other than Major Roger Potter, the captain had set him down for
a profound philosopher. But he had more than once heard it hinted
that the major, when performing one of his political feats, had
himself played no very inconsiderable part as lobby agent to
Congress, where his reputation as a great rogue caused his services
to be in much demand.

It was now in the dusk of evening, the Two Marys was shaping her
course for the north shore, the wind had subsided, and the sea moved
lazily along in unbroken swells. Supper was announced, and Major
Roger Potter hastened into the cabin, saying: "It is as well that we
eat, for though I feel a qualm coming over me now and then, which
seriously disturbs my temper, I must not forget that food may cure
the ills of my head." Having cast several scrutinizing glances over
the humble fare Luke's wife had prepared, and for the quality of
which she offered innumerable excuses, saying they were yet poor,
and could not afford better, the major rolled his little blinking
eyes upwards, laid his hat carefully upon the locker, and with one
of his best fashioned bows, and in obedience to what true gallantry
demanded, bestowed upon Luke's wife a compliment which, I venture to
say, there is nothing upon record to compare with it, though such
things are exceedingly cheap with the profession of which he claimed
to be so renowned a member. "Madam," said he, clasping his hands
over his belly, the globular of which had changed somewhat, "though
I am a politician and a soldier, both of which professions require
the exercise of great understanding, I can dispense courtesies when
they are deserved. The supper you have here set out is fit for a
prince, and worthy of you as the wife of our gallant commander. In
truth, madam, I have long held that there is no office in which
woman can so well display the greatness of her power, as in the
preparation of a good supper, and this art I would have them
perfect, instead of writing sensation novels for publishers, who
think of nothing but setting the nation by the ears, and putting
money in their pockets. If she be good at working a shirt, heavens!
but she will be a blessing to the man who weds her, for our
fashionable damsels can neither knit nor sew, and seem fit only for
putting carefully away in glass cases." Captain Luke listened to the
delivery of this speech with dogged silence. In truth, he harbored a
suspicion that military men were a little too free with their
courtesies to other men's wives, and that it was just as well to
keep a jealous eye upon them. He therefore desired the major to sit
down and eat such as was set before him, and thank God, for such was
better than wasting so much ceremony.

"I see, sir," returned the major, "that you do not draw your logic
from experience, for to praise that which is good, and not that
which is bad, as our critics do, is to prove yourself a well bred
gentleman." The major having concluded his reply, drew from his
pocket a metal comb, and commenced combing his coarse red beard,
when after he had arranged it to his satisfaction, he took a seat at
the table, where he devoured the viands with such evident appetite
as to surprise and astonish every one present. And this further
increased the captain's dislike of him, for it concerned him much,
lest his stores run out ere his voyage was at an end. As for the
rest, it afforded them much amusement to see him play so active a
part in devouring the food. "I am not a subject for jest, I would
have you all know," said the major, with an air of much displeasure.
"It never was charged upon me that I was a man of ill temper; or
that I was a man easily given to quarrels; and as these things are
surely true, so it will not do for you to trifle with my
respectability. There must also be that difference between us which
my military position demands." The sternness of these remarks, and
the great gravity with which they were delivered, produced a silence
that lasted for several minutes, and likewise so confounded me that
I began to think his brain was not so much at fault after all. Each
in turn now broke silence by offering an apology, and treated him
with so much consideration, that he arose from his seat in the very
best humor possible, saying that as they had set so good an example,
he must acknowledge that he was sorry for what he had said, and
hoped they would set it down to his quick impulses, which, though
incident to the feelings of a good soldier, were marvelously apt to
lead him astray. He now remembered that he had left his bridle and
holsters upon old Battle, and repaired upon deck to relieve him of
the burden, which he did with much care and many caresses.

At ten o'clock, the major, who was not a little anxious lest the
"Two Marys" should come in collision with some larger craft,
undressed and retired to his berth, where the trouble of the nation
ceased for a time to distract his brain. All now went smoothly on
until midnight, when, it being Luke's wife's watch on deck, the
major awoke from his first nap, and hearing his pig running about
the deck, making divers noises, as if in great distress, hastened to
his relief in a condition not easily described in this history. The
pig seeing the major in pursuit of him, ran aft with a mischievous
grunt, and was evidently inclined to seek a shelter under the honest
woman's garments. And in fear of a liberty by no means sanctioned in
books of true politeness, she gave out a loud scream just as the
major, unconscious of the state he was in, for he was too gallant a
soldier to have exposed himself to a female, not even in the
starlight, tripped over a rope and fell against her with such force
that both came to the deck, and with so much noise as to bring
Captain Luke, (who would have sworn some strange craft was grinding
the timbers out of the "Two Marys,") immediately to the rescue.
Unfortunately for the gallant major, he had fallen uppermost, and in
a position where the binnacle light threw a curious shadow over that
part of his person he was most scrupulous in protecting, as are all
military gentlemen of quality. I think it may be said, without
disparagement to this history, that neither Alexander, nor Napoleon,
nor Wellington, nor, indeed, any of the great warriors, whose deeds
historians have recorded with so much ostentation, ever met with so
strange an accident, or one which led to so many embarrassments. And
although Captain Luke had never had occasion to doubt the chastity
of his wife, whose face, being as ugly as could well be conceived,
he had always held to be an adequate protection, his first impulse
now was to take summary revenge for what he considered an
unwarrantable trespass upon his rights. Thereupon he seized a club,
and in the heat of his passion, and without malice aforethought, or
even giving the major time to extricate himself, he took what his
eyes saw for granted, and so belabored him about the head and
shoulders as to render him speechless.

"Base villain!" exclaimed the Captain, "if your life was worth it,
I-yes, I would think no more of taking it--you fish blooded
vagabond! First attempt to make free with my poor wife, and then
aggravate me by declaring your innocence!" Being a man of great
strength, the captain got his wife out from under the major, whose
blood was running freely, and set her upon her feet, in an almost
fainting condition. The affair, though singularly desperate, was but
the work of a minute; and when I reached the deck, the "Two Marys"
was in the wind, Captain Luke was consoling his wife, the pig was
running about the deck in great tribulation, and my companion in
pursuit of fame lay weltering in his gore. Even old Battle had given
out signs of alarm, and such was the state of confusion prevailing
on board, that it required no small stock of courage to bring
matters to a requisite understanding. I stooped over the major to
ascertain exactly how many bones were broken, and as I did so,
Captain Luke commanded that he be thrown into the sea.

"Yes, and let his traps follow, for I verily believe his pig
possessed of the devil, who has thrown an evil spell over the wind,
of which we have scarce had a fair puff since we left," he
exclaimed.

Hearing this command, the major began at once to give out signs of
returning consciousness, and whispered that though he had received
grievous damage to his head, and seriously believed there was not a
whole bone in his body, he thought he might yet be sufficiently
restored to settle his worldly concerns. Indeed he had during his
whole life made it a point never to shut the door against life, but
to so nurse the remaining vitality as to make it take its longest
run, so that one's days in the land be as long as possible.






CHAPTER XXI.

WHICH TREATS OF WHAT TOOK PLACE WHEN THE CAUSE WAS EXPLAINED.





ALMOST the first words spoken by the recovering woman were,
"Husband, now that I have collected my senses, and come to remember
how it all happened, I feel you have done grievous wrong to the poor
man, for truly it was no fault of his."

"Fault of his!" exclaimed the captain, interrupting her in surprise.
"Pray, whose fault was it then? Did I not see him with my eyes, and
in his shirt? The devil take me but if it was you who seduced such
an ill begotten thing, I will soon wash my hands of such a wife,
though she had borne me a score or more of children."

"Listen, dear husband," replied the good woman, her eyes swimming in
tears, "and lay nothing wrong at my door, while your anger has got
your reason; for I know you will suffer most when you come to know
the cause of all the bruising you have given the poor man." The
major now gave out a series of pitiful groans, and so bemoaned his
fate, that even the hardest heart must have dissolved into sympathy
for him. And though he had no sooner gained the use of his tongue
than he declared by all the saints in the calendar, not less than
six of his ribs were broken, and that his skull had received, on a
square guess, half that number of fractures, neither a rib was found
disturbed, nor the slightest fracture in his skull. The blood had
flowed from flesh cuts, which only required a little dressing to
restore his head to its original good condition. Ordering a sheet
brought, I threw it over the major, got him upon a seat near the
companion way, and commenced dressing his wounds, while one of the
sailors held the lantern. "Providence, which directs all things, and
more especially the movements of the soldier, must have ordained me
this bruising, else I should not have got it," said the major,
shaking his head admonishingly, and casting upon me a look of deep
mortification. Ever and anon wiping his nose, as if uncomfortable
about that organ, he expressed considerable anxiety lest his face
should have got scarred; for he was as vain of his personal
appearance as a great New York general I have in my eye, but whose
acts of heroism have never got beyond the columns of the almost
pious newspaper he edits. Being assured he was in no way disfigured
about the face, he raised his hands, and called heaven to bear
witness that he never in all his life concerted wrong against his
friend's wife, though he had had amours enough, God knows. He then
commenced to give an account of how he came in the questionable
predicament for which he got the bruising, saying, that in his
anxiety to secure Duncan, who, he feared, might get overboard, he
entirely overlooked the scanty nature of his raiment, for which he
was ready to offer an apology, and swear that all beyond that arose
from the great misfortune of having tripped his toe. All this the
good woman was ready to confirm with an oath, if such had been
necessary; but indeed it was not, for the very simplicity of the
recital so affected Captain Luke Snider, that he would have gone
upon his knees, and offered no end of atonement for the wrong he had
done him, had not the major reached out his hand, and with a
magnanimity truly wonderful, declared there could be no stronger
evidence that they were both gentlemen, than by settling their
differences in a quiet way. And if one condescended to offer an
apology, the other ought at once to accept it condescendingly.

If, then, Captain Snider had shown great agility in seriously
damaging the major, he now lost no time in bringing balms to heal
his wounds, and rendering him such other services as his condition
demanded. The good woman, too, was not a whit behind any of them;
for on regaining her equanimity, she busied herself bringing liquids
and linen, and so bound the major's head with plasters and bandages,
(two of which were crossed over his nose,) as to make it present a
pitiful picture. Indeed his whole stock of valor was gone, and no
one would have recognized the head with the two little eyes blinking
through the cross bands as that of so renowned a military man as
Major Roger Sherman Potter was known to be. He now thanked heaven
that it was no worse; and having asked several questions concerning
the safety of his horse and pig, said, he verily believed greatness
was better illustrated in what a man suffered than in what he did on
the field of battle--an opinion which seems to be largely shared by
the adventurous heroes of this day, since the more they are
vanquished the more they value their own greatness. Notwithstanding
this, it must be confessed he had a slight misgiving as to whether
his military dignity remained undamaged, since the blows were
inflicted with a club, and not a sword. And, again, it afforded him
consolation to think that the greatest men known to history had
suffered great rebuffs while doing the world service.

The Two Marys was now well in shore, and being apprehensive lest the
major's condition should take an unlucky turn, Captain Luke resolved
to steer for Tarpaulin Cove, where the aid of a physician could be
called in, if necessary, and also a fresh stock of pumpkin pies
procured. For though the major had been got nicely into his berth,
his dosing was accompanied with sudden spasms, arising from acute
pain.

The sloop now continued on her course without anything remarkable
occurring, and arrived at Tarpaulin Cove about nine o'clock on the
following morning. And, notwithstanding the major was up and
apparently quite comfortable, for he was suffering most from the
wounds in his dignity, he refused either to go on shore, or to have
a physician called to dress his wounds. Nor did he lisp a single
word about having resided at the Cove not many years ago, where he
pursued the business of a dealer in melons and onions, which he
suddenly abandoned, whether for want of success or otherwise, was
not generally known among his creditors, who had remained ignorant
of his whereabouts up to this day, though it was more than once
given out, that he had taken to the trade of a "critic of books,"
and was in the employ of a New York publisher.

Indeed the major was not only silent on the subject of his residence
at Tarpaulin Cove, but expressed great impatience to get away from
it, saying, that as his friends in New York would be waiting his
arrival in great suspense, no time ought to be lost along the road.
And when he saw the boat coming off with a stock of fresh provisions
and the doctor, he retired to the cabin, and there quietly engaged
his thoughts over an old newspaper. The doctor was a rough sort of
man, and, although he had given much time to the study of medicine,
and was celebrated for the purgatives with which he killed his
patients, while preserving the gravest demeanor, could not suppress
a smile when brought to confront the major, at the sorry figure he
cut in the bandages. "The case seems more serious than I had hoped
to find it-an eighth of an inch only saved the cerebral; but I hope
there is no fracture, for that would incur one of those delicate
and peculiarly dangerous operations it has not fallen to my lot to
perform for so many years, that I fear it would not become me to
undertake it, though I was at one time celebrated for my skill, and
indeed made my reputation on these sort of cases," said the
physician, taking a small packet from his pocket, and advancing a
few steps toward the major, who moved away apace, and applied
himself more assiduously to his newspaper. The doctor was at a loss
how to account for this movement on the part of the invalid, and
turning round to the captain, begged he would say to the gentleman,
that he came not of his own accord. In fine, that it was rather to
pay his compliments to such distinguished persons as he had been
informed were on board.

"As to that, Mr. Doctor," replied the major, who overheard what was
said, "if you will but leave me your good will, I think I may
venture to get along without your plasters and purgatives, for my
constitution remains undamaged by such things." The doctor now came
to the conclusion that he had been made the victim of a joke, and,
quickly retreating to the deck, he demanded five dollars of the
captain for the visit, admonishing him in no very amiable terms of
the consequences, in case he refused. But the captain had not five
dollars to his back, though, as he expressed it, he had good staunch
property enough to buy a village in Rome. "Then put me ashore!" said
the doctor, "and I will see what virtue there is in the Squire." He
was soon set on shore, with the loss of nothing but his temper,
which is either the cheapest or the dearest thing in the world to
lose, but which may be regained at any time by applying to the
village parson. The anchor was then got up, and with a fine, fair
wind, the "Two Marys" continued on her voyage, to the great joy of
the major, who now began to relate certain things concerning his
residence in Tarpaulin Cove, where, according to his account, he had
held the high office of Justice of the Peace, and given such eminent
satisfaction in the administration of justice, that his name became
famous all over the state. As to the doctor, whose name was Killsly,
the major described him as as arrant a rascal as ever compounded
nostrum or thrust pill down the throat of unwilling patient. "You
may have thought my conduct toward that man unusual, considering the
habitual courtesy of my profession," said the major, addressing the
captain, "but I hold it right, that a man of honor should treat a
great knave, which I knew him to be, precisely in the manner I did.
Killsly, it was found, shortly after he came to live at the Cove,
had been an abortionist in New York, where he dashed about in a
livery of great brightness, and had a purloined crest of so curious
a device that no one could make out what it meant, though several
had applied to Mr. Hayes, of Broadway, who supplied the wives of
grocers and linen drapers with arms and crests, (as the dwellers in
Snob Avenue have it,) charging only four shillings and sixpence for
his services, including advice as to what color the livery ought to
be. Killsly was in high favor with what is there called fashionable
society, which, out of sheer respect for his skill, afforded him no
few opportunities for the exercise of it. At length he got mixed up
in a singularly delicate but very common difficulty, which rendered
it desirable to make a change of residence. Well, he came to the
Cove, and here might have lived as every good man ought to live,
loving God and keeping his fingers out of his neighbor's affairs;
but a damsel, who tossed her feathers at the rustics of the village,
and would coquette only with city beaux, chanced to be overtaken by
a by-blow and had need of his skill, it being necessary to protect
her virtue, which her friends described as being whiter than snow.
But death, which scruples not in such matters, betrayed the secret,
and sent the whole village into a fever. There being no doubt of
Killsly's guilt in the matter, I thereupon had him arrested and
brought before me; and, being the guardian of public morality, I
ordered him to prison, there to await the sitting of the County
Court. Believe me, gentlemen, I would, as I failed not to tell him,
have had him well hanged, had the case been left entirely with me.
But I leave it to others to speak of the justice of my judgments.
Now, though I say it, he called me a fool; and for that it would
have gone hard with him, since society can well afford to lose all
such vagabonds. But justice was weak in the screws, and he at last
escaped between what is called a flaw in the indictment and the
ingenuity of his lawyer, as is generally the case with such knowing
fellows." All this and much more, the major said, and would have
sworn it true. The sailors listened with grave demeanor, and were
surprised and amazed at what they considered his extraordinary
wisdom.






CHAPTER XXII.

HOW NEWS OF AN EXTRAORDINARY CHARACTER WAS RECEIVED AND RESTORED THE
MAJOR TO SOUND HEALTH; ALSO A FEW REMARKS CONCERNING THE MANUFACTURE
OF HEROES.





THE judicious and forgiving reader will, I am sure, join me in
approving the facility with which the major regained his stock of
courage, (lost when entering Tarpaulin Cove,) on hearing that the
politicians of New York had determined on making him a hero of no
mean parts, and were devising a grand programme for our reception.
And this consoling news I read to him from that very enterprising
and extremely reliable journal, the New York Herald, a copy of which
I got of the parson, who was its Tarpaulin Cove correspondent, and
admired it much for its mingling of divine and human things, as well
as the amount of honey the editor always mixed with his brimstone.
The Common Council had, according to this sagacious journal, held a
meeting, and, at the expense of much unintelligible oratory and
disorder, passed a resolution appropriating five thousand dollars
for the purpose of giving us a reception worthy of either Cicero or
Washington. And this was to be entirely in consideration of the
great public services we had rendered the country.

And it was further resolved, and therein set forth, that Aldermen
Pennyworth, of the Sixth Ward, and Brandybottom, of the Second,
together with Councilmen Bluster and Sputter, (the last named
gentleman being clever at a speech,) be a committee of reception,
invested with power to draw up and present a suitable address on
behalf of the citizens of "this great metropolis." It was also
resolved, in a flourish of speech utterly unknown in anything ever
attempted by Choate, that the mayor, who, though he contemplated
himself the greatest of potentates, was famous only for commanding
an unruly police to bludgeon the heads of peaceable citizens, should
publicly receive us at the City Hall.

This news so elated the major, that he commenced running about the
deck, after the manner of a madman. He next tore the bandages from
his head, and swore though his eyes were disfigured, his body
remained in most excellent condition. As to persecutions, all great
men ought to endure them with humility, for they were only the
forerunners of great honors. He therefore resolved to say no more of
the scars, but, in proof of his faith, to for ever esteem Captain
Luke Snider a public benefactor, and to set about commending himself
to the consideration of all good citizens, for therein, as he
conceived, lay the virtue of true eminence. And now that he had a
horse of such excellent parts, and a pig whose rare gifts, (did the
critics do him justice,) must prove invaluable, he flattered himself
he was fairly on the road to fortune, and might safely leave the
rest to the hero makers of New York.

I must inform the honest reader, that great value was set by the
Common Council upon the fact, that the major had transferred his
affections from the whig to the democratic party, which could not
fail to shed a lasting luster upon its principles. Two honest
Hibernian members of the very common board of very uncommon
councilmen, had, with that modesty so characteristic of them, paid
me the high compliment of saying, that I had been justly styled the
great northern political war horse. I could not suppress a blush
at seeing myself cut so strange a figure, inasmuch as the flourish
of speech was such as had never been thought of by Aristotle, and
would have paled even Henry Clay. Let no man, therefore, doubt the
truth of what I here say; for I am not given to writing satires,
preferring to wait until heaven shall send me some nobler mission.
Nor would I have the reader express surprise, that persons so humble
as the major and myself should be thus suddenly subjected to the
process of hero making so much in fashion with the forty thousand
idlers and politicians of New York, who have graciously taken upon
themselves the directing of all public affairs, seeing that good men
are so engaged in the getting of gold as to care not a whit if the
devil get all their liberties. And if the reader have read the
histories of Greece and Rome, wherein it is written that he only was
made a hero who had achieved some great undertaking, and thereby
conferred lasting honors upon his country, his surprise may be
increased at the strange elements of character necessary to a hero
at this day. But I humbly beg him to consider the circumstances of
these forty thousand idlers and other politicians, who, having no
employment for their fingers, let the devil direct their brains, and
have turned hero making into a commerce of so cheap a quality, that
no good christian can be got to engage in it. In fine, (and it is no
vulgar invention of my brain,) the virtues required of an hero at
this day, are that he have been a great marauder, who, having
invaded the country of a poor, down trodden people, driven them from
their quiet homes, plundered them of their property, ravished their
daughters, drenched their fields with the blood of the innocent, and
whitened the highways with the bones of his own dissolute but
deluded followers, and spread desolation over the land, had to leave
it a vanquished miscreant. And upon the principle, that if you give
power to the idle and reckless they will make heroes to suit their
kind and circumstances, he will then be received at the Battery with
a great waste of powder, and such other noisy demonstrations as
shall please the unruly. From thence he shall be conveyed in a
shabby carriage, drawn by four lean horses, escorted by six firemen
in red shirts, and preceded by two Dutch drummers with serious
faces, and long, light beards, and a dyspeptic negro fifer, through
sundry of our most crowded streets. And there shall follow him a
procession of urchins, so abject in raiment that all peaceable
lookers on will wonder where they came from, and how it happened
that in a city so well supplied with water their unclean appearance,
and the evident satisfaction they derived from scratching, was a
sight for the eyes to behold. The hero must be careful to admonish
the two or three ex-aldermen who accompany him, that it will not do
to expose the necks of bottles in their pockets during their passage
through the streets; he must also be sure to deliver his bows with
becoming grace, and to keep his right hand upon his heart, (if he
have one,) giving the mob to understand that therein beats his love
for righting wronged humanity. Nor will he lose anything in
reputation, if he exercise great courtesy in returning those
manifestations of approbation which are become so common with
enthusiastic chambermaids, who flourish napkins from third and
fourth story windows, and are mistaken by the uninitiated for
damsels of quality with delicately perfumed cambrics. And as he let
nothing slip through his fingers while bathing in blood the homes of
the people he had made wretched, so must he now comfort himself with
the assurance, that the uproar of the rabble constituting his train
is all cheers sent up by the honest people in admiration of his
wonderful exploits. And, being free from every restraint or
obligation, he may, with advantage to himself, recur to the deeds of
C‘sar and Alexander, (not forgetting to remember Cicero,) to which
he may compare his own. He can then sneer at your people of quality,
and having sufficient cause, prepare himself for a speech of
extraordinary eloquence, in which he need have no fear of profaning,
for his hearers will stand amazed, and think how mighty a thing it
is to be a hero.

I would also advise him to give his thoughts entirely to himself,
and be careful not to betray them with his words, lest some
ambitious critic set them down and use them at some future day to
his damage. He must likewise sufficiently eulogize the companions in
his exploits; and though they were true to nothing but debauchery
and their own conceits, it will serve him best if he tell
distressing tales of their patriotism. And above all, he will be
wholly deficient in rendering himself justice, if he do not set
forth with the very best of his rhetoric, how much he is
misrepresented by the press, which will persist in calling him a
monster, when in truth he is a servant of heaven, sent upon earth to
raise the fallen. And when he shall have been drawn through a
sufficient number of streets, and the eyes of the curious shall have
been gratified, and the dyspeptic fifer has exhausted his wind, and,
together with the Dutch drummers, can no longer invest the jaded
train with a martial spirit, then, if the lean animals have strength
enough left in their dilapidated frames, the cort‚ge, as it is well
called, may proceed into the Park, where the hero, if it do not
rain, may take off his hat to the multitude of rejected humanity,
(such as ragged politicians and wasted vagrants,) there assembled.
Having paused a few moments, (to the great impatience of his
shattered admirers,) that the aldermen who accompanied him may
quench their thirst, he will alight amidst the huzzas of the throng
and ascend the platform, built for the occasion by an enthusiastic
carpenter. An ex-alderman, of dogged deportment, whom the clamorous
mob greet with the title of judge, will welcome him in an address,
(he will read it by the light of a tallow candle, held in the hand
of a corpulent councilman,) written by a well starved critic on the
Times newspaper, and for which service he (the said starved critic)
was promised five dollars. The hero will undoubtedly take it for
granted, that he is as great a general as he is there set down; nor
must he be amazed if he find it written of him, that the noble deeds
of which he is the champion far outshine all that has heretofore
been set down in history. In fine, he must receive each compliment
with a gracious bow, remembering that they are employed with the
sincerity so characteristic of our gravest politicians. It being
customary, I make no doubt the address will be received with
"deafening applause," though it were impossible those present could
hear one word of it. The reading will then conclude with twenty
thousand voices spontaneously calling for the hero, who must rise
with great gravity, and, having surveyed the dilapidated throng,
proceed to respond in a speech of at least half an hour long. While
delivering himself of this speech, he must be careful not to think
of the gray haired fathers and mourning orphans he has left to
mingle their tears over the devastation he inflicted upon their
country, lest it damage his rhetoric. But he must declare that he is
overwhelmed with the honors thus showered upon him by an assemblage
so respectable. Of course he will not forget to mention, that his
emotions have quite deprived him of the power, even if he had the
capacity, of expressing his gratitude for this very unexpected
manifestation of their approbation. And this peroration he must end,
with complimenting the virtue and discretion, the self sacrificing
devotion, and the high purposes of the motley assemblage, who are
meanwhile getting up numerous fights for their more immediate
amusement.

The drummers and fifer having refreshed themselves, the hero must be
got carefully into the carriage by his generals and adjutant
generals in waiting, when the four lean horses, who were comforted
with oats during the delivery of the speeches, will draw him up
Broadway to the tune of "The dead I left behind me!" It being after
nightfall, when the balconies of heaven are filled with black,
warlike clouds, it will be necessary that the train proceed with
torchlights, which are an essential part of the ovation to all great
heroes. These generally consist of thirteen lighted tallow candles
and two transparencies, in the manufacture of which six shillings
were expended for as many yards of Lowell cotton, sufficient to
supply shirts to the unwashed Hibernians who bear them. The
torchlights, as is customary, must be carried by hatless and
shoeless urchins, who will feel great pride in the service, and have
no scruple at scrambling for the pennies thrown them by the
mischievous who line the sidewalk. The transparencies must also bear
the significant motto, "Welcome to the brave." All this and much
more being done, the hero will have arrived at one of our most
fashionable hotels, where splendid apartments have been prepared for
him; and for which the cunning landlord was careful to get his pay
in advance. As those who follow such trains and such heroes have an
habitual aversion to water, its diminution or increase on arriving
at the hotel will depend very much on the state of the weather. But
no true hero will for a moment think of entering his hotel unless
all the ambitious chambermaids in it are grouped upon its balconies,
and its entrances so lined with pickpockets, that it becomes
absolutely necessary that his generals force a passage. The crowd
outside will then greet his advance up stairs with much shouting,
interspersed with demands for a speech, which, on partaking of a
well compounded punch, in which his generals will not forget to join
him, seeing that he is their only worldly stock in trade left, he
may manifest his willingness to receive friends of distinction. This
being regarded as an oversight by his most famous general, and the
corpulent alderman, he will be reminded that the safety of the
building is really in danger from the enthusiasm of the citizens
outside, who refuse to go peaceably to their homes until he appears
before them on the balcony, where they can offer him their homage,
and hear from his lips at least three speeches. All this being done
to the entire satisfaction of his admirers, then let him snap his
fingers at your unprogressive gentlemen of quality, (who are much
given to sneering,) and comfort himself that "the people" are always
right. The torchbearers having exhausted their pennies as well as
their patriotism, and the peaceable intervention of a shower having
dispersed the mob, the hero, satisfied he has received every honor a
grateful people can bestow, will, as is customary, betake himself
much fatigued to his apartments, where he must remain in
consultation with his generals and a few select friends, (on the
grave question of what is to be done next?) until two o'clock in the
morning, or, perhaps, until Aurora begins to open her windows in the
east or the expert bar tender has wearied of mixing libations not
even the most self-complacent of the generals has a shilling to pay
for. This sad state of affairs being reported to head quarters, the
hero will, unless the aldermen present pledge the city for security,
hasten to his cot, and having snuffed out his candle get quietly to
bed.

Having overstepped the limits of my chapter in these few remarks
upon our present system of hero making, the reader must look for
something better in the next chapter, and accept for apology the
fact that I have written of things I have seen, out of sheer love
for the truth of history. In perusing this subject, I had almost
forgotten to remark, that the hero, though he have gone quietly to
bed, will not be considered at the very apex of his fame until the
men of the newspapers, with their usual love of enterprise in
journalism, shall have written down and published to the world
(they, it must not be overlooked, follow close at the heels of the
torch bearers) all that was said and done, not even forgetting to
mention how delicately the horses raised their tails when occasion
required.






CHAPTER XXIII.

WHICH TREATS OF A PARTY OF YACHTERS MET ON THE SOUND, AND WHAT PAINS
THEY TOOK TO COMFORT THE MAJOR, ON BEING MADE ACQUAINTED WITH HIS
VARIOUS EXPLOITS.





THE major had been unusually serious during the day, and toward
evening approached me with his right hand extended. "I cannot too
forcibly express to you the deep obligation I owe you for the many
kindnesses you have shown me. Thankful am I to escape the clutches
of that doctor, though, perhaps, it would have been well to have
enlisted his generosity, and got him to apply his plasters to my
horse, for his legs stand much in need of them. As to the misfortune
that befel me, pray think no more of it; for though I confess to
being found naked to my shirt, a bishop could not be more innocent
of wrong intention, even though he were an Onderdonk, who had been
persecuted for his virtues. And now, let us change this matter, for
I have been considering the profoundness of my purpose all day; and
as our reception in New York will be an affair of much magnitude, I
want to consult you on the most proper measures to be adopted in the
present state of affairs. My reputation being already established,
it will no doubt be agreeable to you that I receive and acknowledge
the honors, you paying that deference to me which an adjutant
general pays to his superior. We must master fortune by the quickest
process; and as it matters nothing to the politicians of New York
which of us they honor, so long as the ovation affords them
excitement, your ends will be best served by keeping me well backed
up. And as there is no knowing what sort of a turn the grand
reception may take, I have been much concerned lest those who get it
up discover in me (as they have done in worse men) an excellent
candidate for President, in which case I must give great care to the
wording of my speech, for that must be made to square with coming
events." Holding it, as I always have, and shall still continue to
do, more generous to forgive the vagaries of men who are given to
imagining themselves great, as they, rightly viewed, can do no harm,
and, indeed, afford much of that amusement so necessary to good
digestion, I replied, that I had always considered his claims to
public favor as superior to my own. And this so pleased him, that he
declared it the first time, notwithstanding his great experience in
life, that he had found a politician willing to sacrifice himself
for the benefit of another, which he swore to remember until the day
of his death. We now sat down together, and continued consulting
upon various matters appertaining to our journey, and in which the
major took great delight, especially as I acquiesced in all his
opinions.

Night had now overtaken us, and the "Two Marys" was proceeding
slowly on her course, close in shore. It was impossible the mind
could conceive a finer night, for not a cloud was visible in the
heavens, which formed over us a gorgeous arch of azure blue, hung
with what poets call liquid pearls, now casting shadows like
frolicking fairies over the broad sea plane below; and then, after
flitting and coquetting, passed away into the mysterious distance.
In truth, so seductive was the scene, that it excited in my breast a
few of those fancies of heaven that give so much employment to the
brains of young lovers. Yonder, tall light houses ranged along the
shore, like stately giants in their night robes, filling the horizon
to the right with a halo of pale light. Then a noise as of the
rilling of distant brooks came floating in sweet cadences through
the air, which seemed laden with the perfumes of new made hay; and
the hollow echo of the watch dog's bark mingled in the soul
inspiring chorus. And as I turned thinking of Hervey and his
Meditations, my eye caught the ripe moon rising to invest all with
that reposing softness poets and painters have so long in vain
attempted to describe.

A streak of bright light trailed along the heavens in the west, and
beneath it were steamboats so gigantic in proportions that they
resembled illuminated palaces vaulting over the sea; while close off
our starboard bow, there appeared advancing toward us a fairy like
fleet, with low, rakish hulls, taut rig, and sails made whiter by
the moonbeams playing upon them. The whole fleet seemed to skim over
the sea, though the "Two Marys" scarce moved. One, more tiny than
the rest, and which appeared to have made an offing, bore down for
us, and seemed intent upon crossing our bows. The major, whose
attention had been directed to them for some minutes, and who seemed
always to have a pirate haunting his mind, rose quickly to his feet,
swearing that he could not this time be mistaken in the character of
the craft advancing upon us, since pirates always stole upon the
objects of their plunder, and were, as he had read in various
novels, just the sort of craft there seen. So disturbed was he in
his feelings, that he demanded of Captain Luke Snider that he make a
signal of warning-first notifying the fellow to keep off, and then
through the trumpet telling him of what a thrashing he would get if
he dared to come on board a vessel with so terrible a major for
passenger. Had not old Battle been lying down, and the time required
to get him up been fatal to such a great undertaking, he would have
had him saddled and got ready for the contest, which he felt in his
heart would be bloody enough to furnish material for three popular
novels. Twice he started for the cabin, vowing to get his sword and
be ready; twice he halted, and with much concern inquired of the
captain, what he thought of the saucy looking craft. But the captain
shook his head, looked aloft, and shrugged his shoulders, which
increased the major's fears, and afforded Luke no little diversion,
though he maintained his silence with becoming gravity. He had no
fear of the fellow, "but a good soldier ought always to be ready for
an emergency," the major said. "Faith, and I can swear it by St.
Dennis, (who was as good a saint as any of them, for what I know,)
he means us no harm, and may bring us good news. I have sailed the
Sound these thirty years without meeting a craft that would harm me
in hull or rigging. A wharf thief now and then carries off my ropes;
but then he belongs to a tribe of scurvy vagabonds who never venture
out of New York harbor, for there they have the law on their side,
which is well enough for them."

The major's thoughts were now for several minutes, hung between his
fears and this comforting reply. But not being quite satisfied, he
turned to me, as I leaned over the rail contemplating the beauty of
the scene before me, and inquired what I thought of pirates and
their pranks. If the approaching craft was not a pirate, he said,
her movements at least bespoke her bent on no good. The little craft
was now seen to sheer, which caused the major's perturbation to
become irresistible; and suddenly putting his hands to his lips, he
shouted at the top of his voice: "Ho, strange ship! Whence come you?
and what want you, that you steer right in our way? Bear away,
there, or may the devil take me but you'll get the worst of it, for
this is the Two Marys, of Barnstable." All on board were much amused
at this freak, and stood silent, as if waiting for a reply. In a few
moments the music of a harp was heard, and such was the skill and
delicacy with which it was played, that the very air seemed filled
with mysterious spirits, who, having carried off the lutes of some
companion lovers, were chanting dulcet requiems. And the soft, sweet
notes floated over the sea in seductive cadences. Then two female
voices sang sweetly to the accompaniment of the harp; and so
exquisite was the effect that I fancied rejoicing angels whispering
their songs to the winds that played so gently around us. One of the
voices was a soprano of much sweetness and flexibility, for it
ascended the scale with great ease, and its higher notes were
flutelike. The other was a contralto of no mean order. And there
joined in chorus with these, two male voices, evidently well
trained, and of much compass.

The singing threw an air of mystery over the little craft, which
served to make the major more impatient to know her character. Had
the place of meeting been in the Caribbean Sea, he said, why, there
could be no mistaking her character, for the pirates who infested
it, as he had read in one of Sims's novels, made their captive
females sing to them at night, whereas on the Sound, there was no
record of what pirates and oystermen really did with their female
captives, unless it was that they banished them to Blackwell's
Island. But he was still more surprised and confounded when he heard
the words of the song the party in the little craft were singing,
and which ran thus:

    "Beneath the stars, so pure and bright,
    Come let us be merry on the sea to-night!
    On the sea to-night! on the sea to-night!

    "Let lovers to groves where moonbeams enchant;
    But we have hearts that are free,
    And we'll woo on the sea to-night!
    On the sea to-night! on the sea to-night!"

This song, so curious in sentiment and rhyme, was also written by
the very learned Dr. Easley, who, in consideration of its being a
prize song, had it copyrighted. I have, therefore been extremely
scrupulous only to purloin this small portion of it, (knowing, as I
do, the high value he places upon all his literary productions,)
lest he hold me amenable to the laws of the country, made and
provided for the protection of poor authors.

The little craft had now approached so near, that her low, black
hull, with the figures upon deck, was distinctly seen. It was
evident that she espied us, for the singing suddenly ceased as she
hauled her wind, which at that moment increased a little, and came
dashing down upon us in fine style. And as those on board were heard
keeping up a conversation in French, the major's fears again
returned, and after an ineffectual attempt to get old Battle upon
his legs, he ran aft in a state of alarm, and thus addressed Captain
Snider, who had taken the helm of the "Two Marys":

"I verily believe, sir, these are no friends, for they speak in an
unknown tongue, which is that used by pirates when devising infernal
plots!"

The Captain, after casting a careless glance upward, as if to count
the mast hoops upon his great mainsail, replied, "That as he was not
gifted in tongues, and knew but little of his own, he could not be a
judge; but this he would say, that they were only a party of
yachters, who instead of intending us harm, would pay us the
compliment of coming on board to regale us with their 'good cheer,'
of which they usually had an abundant stock."

The major's fears now entirely deserted him, and his thoughts were
directed to how he could best appear before such distinguished
pleasure seekers. It has before been described how the major was not
a little vain of his military position; and lest the humble
character of the craft on which he voyaged might not be regarded in
its proper light by the strangers, he thought of mounting his
uniform, in which they would not fail to recognize him as a person
of distinction. While, however, he paused in a state of uncertainty,
the little craft came within a fathom of us, and a voice cried out,
"What sloop is that? and from whence came you?"

"The Two Marys, of Barnstable! six days out. You will be welcome on
board, and such fare as we have shall be at your service!" replied
the captain, in the manliness of his nature, as he at the same time
ordered one of his sons to get "fasts" ready. The yacht (which was
none other than the "Saucy Kate," of the Harlem Yacht Club) now
dropped her fenders, and rounded to, like a thing of life, under the
stern of the "Two Marys," while Captain Luke put his helm down, and
luffed into the wind. Another minute and she was fast alongside,
when there came rollicking on board two ladies accompanied by two
gentlemen, whose demeanor, though they were dressed in garbs
peculiar to the occasion, at once bespoke them persons of ease
circumstance. One of the men was peculiarly tall and and erect of
person, had a long, brown mustache, and hair that is called Saxon,
which he had evidently taken some pains to keep well ordered. As to
his face, though there was nothing particularly striking in it, (if
a resemblance to the great General Webb be excepted,) I very much
doubt if Brady could have selected a better subject to fill a vacant
niche among those handsome men whose photographs adorn the entrance
to his gallery on Broadway. The other was a frisky little man, with
a promising red beard and mustache, and a dull blue eye, and a
little freckled face, and a puggish nose. His dress was trowsers of
white canvas, and a Norseman's jacket, with rows of large horn
buttons down the sides, and a corpulent cigar pouch in the breast
pocket.

"Upon my life, now, but you can't have much comfort aboard here,"
spoke the frisky little man, in a voice of singular effeminacy, as
he tipped the narrow brimmed glazed hat that had covered his
narrower head. "As for ourselves," he continued, fingering the great
blood stone studs in his brown cambric shirt bosom, "we are
navigating merely for the love of the thing. Want to get the thing
right, and don't care a straw for the expense, not we!" This he
concluded by saying, in a manner so finical that one might have
mistaken him for a Bond Street milliner in the garb of a sailor,
that his name was Nat Bradshaw, a recently elected member of the
Union Club. The little, finicking man addressed no one in
particular, but seemed much concerned lest we should not fully
comprehend his respectability, though in truth he might have passed
easily enough for a fool. The man of the tall figure, and whose
frank and manly manner was enough to banish the sorrow excited by
the effeminacy of the other, pressed forward with his hand extended,
and inquired for the captain.

"It's me, Luke Snider, who's skipper," spoke the honest-hearted old
salt, as the other grasped him by the hand, and gave him such a warm
greeting as made him think he had met an old friend. And while these
civilities were being interchanged, one of the damsels, a blonde so
beautiful that earth had not, as I thought, another to compare with
her, tripped gayly about the deck, singing as unconcernedly as a
lark at sunrise:

    "But give me the sea,
    And from the old folks free,
    And we'll wait for the tide to-night!
    For the tide to-night-for the tide to-night."

"He whose thoughts are not given to evil needs no censuring eyes,"
thought I, as she turned, and tripping lightly towards me, flung her
left arm round the waist of her companion who was a girl of slender
form and features, and had a countenance in which pensiveness was
deeply written; then, with her right hand resting gently upon her
shoulder, she looked roguishly up in her face, for her eyes were of
crystal blue, and beamed with mischief, and said, in a voice of much
solicitude, "Rose, dear Rose! let me snatch away your troubles, for
Nat Bradshaw, you know, always was a fool. It's a habit he's got of
kissing everybody who will let him. And what's worse, you can't get
it out of his head, little as it is, but that he is a great
beauty-that everybody admires his white hand, and the big diamond I
know he has'nt paid Tiffany for yet. And because we girls, just to
tease him, and have a bit of fun, invite him to polk with us, he's
got to fancying it's all in admiration of his graceful bearing. Oh!
he is such a fool; and I don't believe he's got any money! I don't!
Just snap your fingers at Master Nat, and tell him not to try it
again! that's the way I do with such jokers." She spoke with so much
simplicity, and in so sweet a voice, that the girl of the slender
figure seemed at once to regain her spirits, while the major, who
had given particular attention to this little episode, now stood in
admiration at the beauty of the speaker's face. Then he approached
me, and placing his lips close to my ear, whispered, "Pray say to
them who I am, and leave me to take care of the rest." These words
being overheard by the gay hearted belle, she turned on her heel
coquettishly, and vaulting to where he of the tall figure stood,
making certain inquiries of the captain concerning his voyage,
locked her hands in his arm, and there leaned gracefully for a few
moments.

Flora, for such was this damsel's name, had her home in Madison
Square, New York; and there was about her something so artless and
yet so tantalizing, that her power over the affections was
irresistible. In fine, she was one of those dashing, merry hearted
creatures, who make chaos of the affections to-day, and have a balm
to heal them to-morrow.






CHAPTER XXIV.

WHICH TREATS OF HOW THE MERRY VOYAGERS MADE MUCH OF MAJOR ROGER
POTTER, AND HOW THEY INVITED HIM TO AN INTERVIEW WITH THE COMMODORE
OF THE FLEET.





THE captain and he of the tall figure had sufficiently exchanged
compliments, when good Dame Snider came on deck, and invited the
strangers into the cabin to partake of the refreshments she had
there prepared. But Flora, who was much diverted by the good woman's
earnestness, spoke up and declared the hospitalities of the occasion
must be left to her, for she had charge of the larder; and so well
stocked was it, that they could feed six aldermen for a week without
fear of stint. Nat Bradshaw, too, raised the cigar exquisitely from
his lips, and in his finicking manner said, the "Saucy Kate" was
famous for the quality of her stores, nor ever permitted a stranger
to do the hospitalities. In truth, it must be confessed that Nat had
what is called a streak of generosity mixed with all his weaknesses.

"No, mother, (you won't think me bold for calling you mother?) leave
the refreshments to me, and I am satisfied," interposed Flora,
taking the honest hearted woman cordially by the hand. Then she
doffed the little hat, that rolled up so pertly at the sides, and
had given her such a saucy air; and as she did so, there fell upon
her shoulders such a profusion of golden curls as would have crazed
the heart of a Frenchman. The exquisiteness of her beauty was now
fully disclosed. Her complexion resembled alabaster, and in addition
to a face so oval that a sculptor could not have improved it, her
great blue eyes, which, as I have said before, sparkled like pure
crystals, were set off with finely curved arches, giving perfection
to a brow poets call Grecian, and over which two broad wavy plaits
of golden hair floated, as it were. Her nose, too, was of that high
born order we recognize in the delicate but prominent lines, and,
together with her mouth and chin, were such that the most fastidious
could not have detected an imperfection. And as the moonbeams played
upon her features, lighting them up as it were, she seemed a
creature more of heaven than earth.

"Flora! Flora! my dear cousin," spoke he of the tall figure, seeing
her thus doff her hat, "you must not, for I am anxious lest you
catch cold."

"Cold?" she interrupted with a coquettish smile; "not I, indeed. The
colds have a liking for Nat Bradshaw. They can get through him with
so little difficulty, that they never take to me while he's by."

"Now, ah! 'pon my soul, that's clever. Say how I owe you one." Thus
Nat replied, stopping in a desperate effort to light a short cigar
without damaging the down he persisted in calling his mustache. He
also raised his hat, and throwing his body into the shape of a
triangle, made one of these bows which are peculiar to members of
the Union Club.

Rose now came to the assistance of the merry hearted Flora, who
quickly doffed the blue jerkin that, girded round her waist, had
given her such a sailor-like air, and disclosed a bust of such
perfect symmetry, that it would have served as a model for a statue
of Diana. And this was charmingly displayed in a sleeved corset of
dark green color, cut after the fashion of a habit, with an incision
in front, disclosing a stomacher of fine Spanish lace, set with rows
of tiny brilliants. Her gauntlets quickly followed her jerkin,
exposing tiny, swan white fingers, sparkling with jewels. And
although herself unconscious of the cause, such was the perfection
of her beauty, that I stood as if transfixed, gazing upon her in
mute admiration, until my emotions melted into confusion. Nor was
Nat Bradshaw unaffected by it, for I saw him cast an envious eye now
and then. As for the major, he either stood bowing with his hat in
his hand, or was getting in every one's way, and was anxious lest
his introduction be delayed another minute. He afterwards told me in
great confidence that, when Flora doffed her hat and gauntlets, he
would have sworn her nothing less than an angel he would have taken
to his arms, and pledged his military honor to worship until death,
had not Polly Potter stood in the way.

Again, Flora struck up her song, and tripping on board the "Saucy
Kate," which, with her sails half brailed up, had been left in
charge of two boatmen, brought back with her a curious little
packet, she soon spread into a table, and, with the assistance of
Rose and Nat Bradshaw, had it mounted in a trice with cold iris
ribbed beef, boned turkey, chickens, bird pies, jellies, and a
basket of delicious fruit; to which was added lemons, and sundry
bottles of champagne, and sherry that had been cooled in ice.

And while these preparations were proceeding, Major Potter, whom I
had not yet had an opportunity to introduce, whispered something in
the ear of Captain Snider, who, on turning to him of the tall
figure, said, "And now sir, since an opportunity offers, perhaps you
will permit me to introduce you to my distinguished passenger, Major
Roger Sherman Potter; whose name is come famous in our part of the
country, where he is acknowledged to be the greatest living
politician."

"Major Roger Potter, I am commonly called," repeated the Major,
placing his left hand to his heart, and, with a motion of his right,
in which he held his hat, making one of his politest bows. "And as I
see (and it required no effort) that you are no common people, my
reputation is, doubtless, familiar to you, for much has been written
of me in the newspapers. As to what you say of me as a politician, I
will leave my right to such honors in the hands of others, since,
being a military man, it would not become me to speak of myself."

"Major Potter!" exclaimed the stranger, extending his hand, and
shaking that of the major so earnestly as to make him verily believe
he stood before one who had long been familiar with his history. "I
would indeed be confessing myself stupid to say I was not acquainted
with a name so famous in the political world. Truly, sir, if one so
humble as myself may be permitted, I will here say, that nothing
could have afforded me so much pleasure as this meeting, for there
is nothing I so much reverence as the man who has deserved well of
his country." The stranger, who was something of a wag, was not long
in discovering the major's weakness, though he addressed him with
great deference. But as the major held politeness as something which
chivalry demanded of all military men that they never let themselves
be outdone in, and for any little neglect of which they were held to
a severe account, he, after making a becoming number of bows,
replied in this wise: "And since you know me so well, and the
etiquette of the profession commands that we speak not of ourselves,
will you honor me with your name and the profession you follow?"

"Without the slightest hesitation, sir. I was educated to the law;
but since the bar of our city is come to be not what it should be, I
have thought it as well to live on my money, and save my character.
As to my name, they call me Frank Story."

"Combining all that is great, glorious, and honorable!" exclaimed
the major. "In the village where I was born, your name is as
familiar as that of the landlord of the tavern. Having done much for
your country, I make no doubt you have sustained the honors left you
by the great dead!"

"I see, sir," returned he of the tall figure, "that you take me for
a descendant of the good and much lamented Story."

"Truly so," interrupted the major.

"Which I am not," rejoined the speaker.

"It makes no difference; for I hold it just as well that a man
inherit the characteristics of a great man from a similarity of name
and profession as by having the same blood in his veins. I hold to
this philosophy, which I find squares with that accepted by most of
our great politicians at this day. On my reputation as a military
man, sir, I came to respect these principles from first hearing them
advanced by General Cheves McDuffy Quattlebum, while in the Mexican
War, which I had the honor to fight in. Yes, sir; I had the honor of
fighting in that war, and have seen many a man killed!" Here the
major gave his head a significant toss, and placing his hat under
his arm, thrust his hand into the inevitable pockets of his
trowsers. "And as it was said of this Quattlebum that he was the
greatest living politician known in his state, which, if my memory
serves me, and it's not bad, was South Carolina, I make no doubt you
will give great weight to the opinion. In truth, sir, you must know
that this General Quattlebum was so well thought of in his state,
that she would make no exception to his greatness, not even for so
great a general as Pringle, Allston Commander, who rose from an
honest man and a blacksmith, to be a great military politician,
embodying in himself all the necessary elements for dissolving the
Union, so desirable an object with the people of Carolina."

He of the tall figure listened with commendable gravity to this
strange display of sense and nonsense, which afforded him much
amusement. When the major concluded, he presented me as the greatest
living politician Cape Cod, or indeed any other district of
Massachusetts, had ever given to the world. He, however, corrected
himself, lest what he had said might compromise his own preeminence,
and added that I had joined him merely to gain that experience so
necessary to the perfection of all great minds. This done, he
commenced to give an account of his horse and pig, whose rare
qualities he failed not to extol highly; all of which afforded the
listener an infinite amount of amusement. Begging the major to
excuse him for a few moments, Frank Story slipped slily to where
Flora and Rose were setting the table, and calling the former aside,
held a conversation with her that showed they were intent upon
mischief, for she was heard to say, "Let me alone, and you shall see
how I will play my part."

And now that the refreshments were ready, (seats being dispensed
with on such occasions,) the party gathered round the table, and
were served by Flora with so much ease and grace as to surprise even
her own companions, who had not thought her capable of such skill in
the duties of "a lady of the house." The major commenced to eat with
his eyes fast fixed upon Flora, to whom he anxiously waited for an
introduction. Meanwhile Nat Bradshaw, exhibiting great familiarity
with corkscrews and cigars, had uncorked the first bottle of
champagne, for which the major had expressed a preference, seeing
that it was a favorite drink with the army. He of the tall figure
now lifted his effervescing glass, and having cast a glance at the
major and a wink at Flora, said: "Now, my pretty cousin, prepare for
a surprise!" Flora looked up as if confounded, while the others held
their peace. "I will not keep you longer in suspense," resumed the
speaker, "but inform you that the great statesman whom we seek, and
for whose reception in New York the city treasury has been flung
wide open, and which it is the object of the Yacht Club to enhance
by tendering him an escort, now stands before you. My cousin, I now
present you to Major Roger Sherman Potter, whose political and
military fame even the most malicious writers have not dared to
defame-"

"Commonly called Major Roger Potter," whispered the major, with a
bow.

Having offered a sufficient number of apologies for the error, he of
the tall figure in turn introduced his cousin Flora and her friend
Rose to the major. The ladies affected not to believe their senses,
and for some moments looked at one another in doubt, while the
major, for the first time in his life, acknowledged himself
completely overwhelmed by the compliment, as well as the strange
news it conveyed. Twice he bowed, and twice his tongue refused to
serve him. But in order the better to express his feelings, he had
recourse to that method most common with our great actors, who lay
their hands upon their waistcoats, look devoutly into the pit, and
seem very generally ready to thank the gods for all their favors.

"And now, sir," spoke Flora, with great softness of manner, "since
fortune has been so kind as to afford me this great and unexpected
pleasure of being the first introduced to one so renowned, I will
propose a toast, and with your permission couple it with your name.
I propose that we drink, with three cheers: 'All honor to him who
has worthily served his country, in whose history his name will be
enshrined for the benefit of unborn generations.'" Having concluded,
Flora gave her glass a twirl over her head, and three cheers were
given so heartily that they went directly to the major's heart, and
made him declare within himself that there could now be no doubt of
his own greatness.

"Madam, upon my honor I am no flatterer, but being a military man,
gallantry demands of me some acknowledgement of this compliment you
have paid me, and which it would be my life's happiest event to
make, were it not that your beauty so embarrasses me. Indeed, madam,
I have, while in Mexico, led various forlorn hopes, charged the
enemy's lines, and looked a shower of bullets in the teeth without
winking; and all these dangers I would repeat a dozen times rather
than face the fire of your beauty, to which every hero, however
great, must surrender himself a captive."

"What you say of my beauty, I might say of your valor, than which
there is to woman no stronger object of admiration. To pay homage to
valor is womanly on the part of our sex. And never in my life have I
felt, though I have seen some brave men, that I was paying homage to
greatness with so much honor to myself. I have read in the
newspapers that our nation, like a sinking ship, was by you saved
from inevitable fate-"

"Indeed, madam, I leave it to others to say what I have done for the
nation. But you will not find me wanting when called upon; and, as I
have always said, give me but a chance, and they shall have enough
of my greatness!"

"Truly, sir," rejoined Flora, "I hold it fortunate that the nation
should have found so honest a man. But as government is something
our sex take no part in, perhaps you can tell me if there be any
truth in the report, that politicians have no higher aims in these
days than plundering the government; and that patriotism being a
thing quite unknown, the great object with our congressmen is how
they can best put money in their pockets, in the pursuit of which
they are so insatiable as to sell their manliness in exchange for
it?"

"Since you have set me down for an honest man, madam, which is no
small compliment, I will say that my wife, Polly Potter, who is
something of a politician, and as true a wife as needs be, always
says of me, that my honesty will be my fortune. And as she has a
queer way of expressing herself, she has many times said to me,
'Roger, when them politicians get to strippin' the nation to her
very skin, do thou be the man to come forward and hold down the
apron, and keep her shame from being altogether exposed.' And this I
have pledged her I would do, and may heaven protect her. As for
stripping the nation to the skin, or even taking away her clothes,
that, though I am neither prophet nor editor, they shall never do
while Major Potter has an arm and a tongue."

Flora blushed, and for some minutes held her peace, as well she
might. And as he had gorged himself to that degree that serious
consequences were apprehended, and was somewhat disturbed at the
questions Flora would put at the moment when his mouth was most
full, and which true politeness command that he reply to, the
silence which prevailed afforded him an excellent opportunity for
despatching his meal in peace. Nat Bradshaw, whose countenance wore
a sinister smile, added to the joke by constantly filling the
major's glass and pledging him in a toast.

When the major had finished his supper, Flora, whose nature was of
such a turn that she could not give much rest to her mischief,
entreated him that he relate for their entertainment some of the
wonderful exploits of which he was the hero during the Mexican War.

"Your grace and beauty, madam, and I am no flatterer, demands that I
comply with your request, though it is against the rules of the
profession, which set forth that the deeds of all great military men
are the property of the nation," replied the major. But as his
vanity was stronger than his respect for the rules of the service,
he at once commenced and went on to relate some of the most
wonderful exploits ever achieved by mortal valor, all of which he
described as having taken place during the war with Mexico, though I
venture to assert that they have never been recorded in any
published history of that war. Nor will it be necessary to add, that
he made himself the hero of every one of them. Indeed, if there was
a forlorn hope he had not led, or a plan of attack that had not been
suggested by him long before it was executed, they were not worthy
of mention in this history. And he would interpolate by saying: "All
these things I relate no man will deny, but as history takes care of
my General Scott, so such as me, who have braved the brunt of it,
must see to ourselves." And these marvelous adventures the major
would have gone on relating until the hour of morning, when sparrows
rise, had not he of the tall figure put an end to Flora's mischief,
by remarking, that as the wind was freshening, and the squadron had
tacked ship, it was necessary they return and report what had taken
place to the commodore, who would no doubt receive it as great good
news. "And now, sir," said he, taking the major by the hand, "this
meeting will long live in my memory; and since I see you need rest
from your labors, the night, too, being far advanced, we will return
and report, for I see the fleet is put on the other tack, and our
commodore is strict in the enforcement of his orders. But if it meet
your pleasure, the squadron will to-morrow at ten o'clock form port
and starboard lines, fire a salute, and proceed in escort. This
done, the commodore will come on board and pay the respect due to
your distinguished position." The major replied, that the honor, so
unexpected, and in truth so unmerited, he could not but confess
would be most gratifying to him; he would therefore prepare himself
for the occasion, hoping they would excuse any little deficiency,
for barring now and then he was not clever at an impromptu speech.
The party now took leave of him for the night, and having handsomely
rewarded Dame Snider for the trouble they had given her, set sail on
board the Saucy Kate, her white sails flashing in the moonbeams as
she made for the fleet, and the music of Flora's voice floating
sweetly over the sea.






CHAPTER XXV.

WHICH RELATES HOW THE MAJOR WAS RECEIVED BY THE COMMODORE OF THE
YACHT SQUADRON, AND SUNDRY OTHER QUEER THINGS, WITHOUT WHICH THIS
HISTORY WOULD NOT SUSTAIN ITS CHARACTER FOR TRUTH.





UNGRATEFUL indeed would it be in me, the writer of this history, the
companion in arms, and admirer of all that is great and good in the
major as a military politician, did I fail to record, in honor of
his gallantry, of which none could be more scrupulous, that he
offered his arm and escorted Flora safe on board the Saucy Kate,
apologizing for the worn condition of his raiment, and regretting
exceedingly that he was not habited in his uniform. And although
flushed with the importance of what had taken place, the major was
haunted with a misgiving as to what ladies of such quality would
think of his traveling in so humble a manner. But he bethought
himself, that neither scepters, nor miters, nor grand equipages,
make the man-in fine, that a man may ride an ass without saddle or
bridle and find a good home in heaven, when the doors would be shut
against bishops who roll about in liveries devised by the devil,
which is his occupation. And this brought him such infinite relief,
that he hastened to his faithful old Battle, and having bestowed
upon him sundry caresses, told him he ought to be thankful he had so
fortunate a master. He also paid a visit to his pig, who was
sleeping soundly in his cage of slats. "Now, then," said the major
to himself, as he looked in upon the animal with an air of great
self-satisfaction, "in the possession of this gifted creature I have
a staunch reliance. And should fortune again send me strolling upon
the world, as it has done many a popular politician, I will so
develop this fellow's gifts that they shall be worth a bank in Wall
Street. In truth, he is as well bred as most of our politicians; and
as to his honesty, I will pit him against any of them." As Duncan
did not manifest the slightest regard for these kindly tokens, the
major went quietly into the cabin, and there occupied himself for
more than an hour furbishing up a sword of uncommon size, and a
three cornered hat the moths had reduced to dilapidation, though he
charged it all to the bullets of the Mexicans. And when they were
polished to his entire satisfaction, and he had twice or thrice
thanked God that it was not the failing of politicians to turn
parsons, as it was with parsons to turn politicians, he lay down
upon the locker and soon was in a sound sleep, in which he dreamed
of a thousand or more things that were to take place in honor of him
on the following day.

The Saucy Kate was not long in gaining the commodore's yacht, a
rakish looking schooner of some two hundred tons, whose lofty spars
and middle staysail were seen overtopping the sails of her lesser
companions, like a giant among dwarfs. And although it was past
midnight when Frank Story entered her cabin, he found it filled with
members of the club, who, at the invitation of the commodore, had
left their several yachts, and were making night jubilant over a
table spread with choice wines, of which there was no stint. There
were also massive punch bowls, of chased silver, standing here and
there along the table, and filled with delicious punch, which those
who preferred drank from goblets of silver and gold. Commodore Skim-
merhorn, who sat at the head of the table, was a man of rotund
figure, had a bright, ruddy face, and was frank and easy in his
bearing. When he of the tall figure entered they were discussing a
question of Greek criticism, some of the members of the club being
men of much taste and learning. But this they suspended in order to
hear his report of the strange sloop. And this he commenced to
relate, describing with so much quaint humor the wonderful major he
had found on board, that they were all surprised and astonished. In
truth, not a few proposed going immediately to pay their respects to
him, and learn to what manner of mankind he belonged. But if they
were surprised with the description, they marveled when told that
this major was no less a person than he whom the New York
politicians intended to make such an ado over. However, as the New
York politicians were most known for their folly, and making a hero
now and then was with them a means of getting bread, it was not so
surprising that they chose for a candidate one who would pass
readily for a fool.

The speaker added, that with all the vanity of the man, (and in
conceits he could not be surpassed even by the erudite Dr. Easley,
who contemplated himself the most learned scholar and critic,) he
sometimes spoke such sense as to make the listener mistake him for a
wise man. He next afforded them much diversion by relating what
passed when he informed the major how the squadron had come in
search of him, and were delighted at being first to do him honor.
Every one present entered immediately into the joke they resolved to
carry out on the following day, which was arranged with great
deliberation, lest any part of it should fail of being properly
executed.

And now that Aurora had taken down her shutters, and was filling the
eastern sky with pale, misty light, that threw an halo over the
deep, dark foliage of the mountain heights, reflecting their shadows
along the still, polished waters, so lovely was the morning, so like
a picture of repose each object, and the whole so invested with a
mysterious stillness, that one might have mistaken it for a fairy
scene. The yacht squadron was ranging alongside of the "Two Marys,"
forming a port and starboard line, with the Commodore off the
weather bow. As the sun peeped out from the watery horizon, two guns
were discharged from the Commodore's yacht, and so loud was the
report that the major suddenly stopped his snoring, and springing to
his feet in a state of great confusion, began to call out at the top
of his voice that the sloop was sinking. But he as suddenly regained
his senses, and called to mind the honors that were to be paid him,
he felt great alarm lest he had overslept himself, and besought
Captain Luke Snider, who turned out of his berth at the same moment,
to run upon deck and say he was not quite ready to receive them. But
as Captain Luke took no heed of his request, and thought only of
getting into port, the major, in his great anxiety, ran himself upon
deck in his shirt, and cut so sorry a figure that no man would have
envied him. All was as still and lonely as the Lybian coast-not a
wail came over the sea. Now only the dull stillness was broken by
some forlorn robin whistling his song along the shore.

The major, satisfied that the cannon were fired only to welcome the
rising sun, and not in honor of him, returned to the cabin, where he
got into his breeches and boots. He then drew from under a pile of
rubbish in one of the berths, a pair of holsters, he declared were
presented to him by General Jefferson Davis, for gallant deeds done
during the Mexican War, though no sensible man would have given a
dime for them. With these, and his saddle and bridle, he again
repaired upon deck, where, after no little exertion, he got old
Battle upon his feet.

"It seems, my faithful horse, as if heaven lent thee to me for a
mighty purpose," said the major, addressing his horse, who gave
himself a hearty shake, and stretched his head and neck to their
utmost extent. And after he had said many other encouraging things
to his horse, he gave him such an excellent rubbing down that, had
it not been for the immense size of his legs, which now appeared
quite as short as the major's, no one would have taken him for the
same animal. This done, he bridled and saddled him; and with the
holsters secured (though they were without pistols,) he was in the
major's eye, as war-like a horse as could be desired.

The morning advanced, and breakfast was scarcely over, when a breeze
sprung up, which, giving the squadron a leading wind, they began to
trim their sails. A port gun was then fired from the commodore's
yacht, which was followed by their colors being run up, and floating
gayly in the wind. A boat now put off, and being rowed by four men,
with an officer in the stern sheets, soon reached the "Two Marys."
The officer came on board, and with great courtesy of manner,
inquired for Major Roger Potter, who now came forward dressed in the
most wonderful uniform ever worn by military politician, inasmuch as
there were two patches on his seat of honor, and his coat, which
could boast of but one epaulette, had lost a portion of the tails.

"He whom you seek, honored sir," replied the major, making a low
bow, "stands before you. And as I see you are an officer, here's my
hand, for it does me good to meet a brave man."

The officer who was slender of figure, and had a youthful
appearance, now delivered a letter from the commodore, saying that
he was delighted to have met one who had so distinguished himself in
the country's service, and that he held it an honor of no small
importance that he had been selected to perform this mission. And
when he had taken his departure, which he did without further
ceremony, the major approached me, and opening the letter, asked me
to read it, as he was none of the quickest at reading writing,
which, indeed, was a failing with all great men. I took the letter
from his hands, and read as follows: "On board Yacht --, June 14th,
Throg's Point bearing W.N.W. 12 miles distance.

"The Commodore of the Yacht Squadron presents his compliments to his
honor, Major Potter, and begs to say that on becoming aware of the
great reception to be given him in New York, and that it was solely
in consideration of the great services rendered his country, in war
as well as peace, the members of this club, desirous of enhancing
the grandeur of that reception, passed a resolution declaring it
their unanimous will to proceed without delay to meet you, offer you
their congratulations, and escort you to the city. And as the duty
of presenting you their congratulations devolves upon me, I have in
accordance with the usages now common among all public speakers,
transmitted a copy of the remarks I intend to make, to the end that
you may be released from all embarrassment.

"With great consideration, &c., &c.,

"VAN STIVER SKIMMERHORN, "Commodore Commanding, &c., &c."

"To the Hon. Major Roger Potter, On board the sloop 'Two Marys.'"

On hearing this read, the major's head seemed to fill with various
suspicions, for his hands again went into his inevitable pockets,
and he gave his shoulders a shrug expressive of his thoughts. But
his suspicions never stuck to him long, and he soon found comfort in
the fact that there was the commodore's full name attached to it. He
then set to teasing his beard, and giving himself to his thoughts.
"Pray, young man," said he, "say nothing of my trade in tin, for I
see these are men of quality, and, having heard of me only through
the newspapers, know but little of my true history. But, let my
enemies say what they will, I am not a man to stand at trifles.
Honors never puzzle me: it's the thickness of them. I say, though,
that when fame puts a man on the pedestal he must never think of
falling to the ground, for that would be a fear unworthy my
profession." He now read and reread the commodore's letter, and at
length said, that though he had written speeches for and given
grammar lessons to New York members of Congress, the composing a
suitable reply on such an occasion as this alarmed him not a little.
In truth, such little things belonged entirely to polite society,
and required a grace and diction rarely attained by politicians.
Indeed, he regretted much that he was not where he could obtain the
services of one of those New York critics, who, being the sons and
grandsons of poor bishops, write learned book notices by the yard,
and get up addresses for distinguished actresses, who deliver them
on occasions of receiving bracelets and necklaces from their
admiring friends. "Remember, young man," he resumed, "that the path
of honor is open to you as well as me. I say this, because it has
just struck me, that we can best fulfill our obligations to one
another, by your writing the speeches and me delivering them. Heaven
forbid that I should want to wrong you; but we must take up the
fruit as it falls. Now surely you will write me a neat reply to this
fellow-say much about what I have sacrificed, making it, at the same
time, so easy that they shall not have a suspicion of the
authorship. And above all, endeavor to make me speak like a sensible
gentleman."

Having taken great pains to aid the major in all his exploits, I was
more than anxious that he should deport himself properly on this
occasion, and hence readily consented to accept the task of
preparing his reply, selecting for the service all the choice words
I could find in an old speech of Thomas Benton's, delivered by him
many years ago, in reply to an address in compliment of his thirty
years' services in the United States Senate, and presented by a
committee of the Young Men's Missionary Society for distributing
bibles to indigent authors. It must here be said of these young
gentlemen, that they had no masked motive in thus complimenting the
venerable senator, which they did simply from hearing that his
compassions had taken a new turn.

I soon arranged the method of my important task, and was teaching
the major how to deliver the speech, when a barge was seen along
side of the commodore's yacht. Then a salute of seven guns announced
the embarkation, and when the smoke rolled away, the barge, rowed by
eight sturdy fellows, was seen skimming over the sea, and making for
the Two Marys with all speed. "Upon my soul they are coming, and a
merry party they are," said the major, settling himself in his
strange uniform. The barge pulled alongside, as the portly figure of
the commodore, his chapeau raised, stood up in the stern for a
moment, and then mounting over the rail was on the deck of the Two
Marys in a trice. The major now came forward with an air of pomp and
circumstance it would not be easy for the reader to paint in his
imagination, unless indeed he had seen General Webb on his way to a
tea party. The commodore now elongated his body and bowed, and the
major elongated his body and bowed; after which they approached one
another as men so distinguished ought to do, when he of the tall
figure, who accompanied the commodore, came forward, and with great
deference of manner did the honors of the introduction. And when
they had exchanged civilities and bows to their satisfaction, the
commodore spoke as follows: "Since, sir, the high honor of
presenting you with the congratulations of our club devolves upon
me, I may here be permitted to say, that no event of my whole life
has afforded me so much pleasure. In presenting, then, their hearty
congratulations, welcoming you at the same time to our great
metropolis and its hospitalities, I cannot too highly express my
sense of the many services you have rendered the country, which owes
you a higher reward than this club can bestow. In addressing the
great and the good-the hero who has fought his country's battles,
and the statesman who has carried her safely through impending
dangers, our emotions too frequently carry away our power to render
due homage. Let me beg you, then, to make every allowance for this
feeble manifestation of our high regard. Your fame as a statesman
and patriot, as a soldier and a gentleman, is well known and
appreciated among us. You have, whenever your country required, lent
it the strength of your arm and the influence of your high position;
and we seek to pay you homage, because we know, that should she need
it again, you would not be found wanting. Nor do we forget your high
personal worth, for we have read how well and worthily you have
acted the part of a philanthropist, in raising up suffering humanity
and redressing the outraged. As an humble expression of our esteem,
we beg you then to accept the services of the squadron under my
command, in escorting you to the city, where your many political
admirers are prepared to receive you with such honors as greatness
never fails to command." The speaker concluded, maintaining his
gravity of countenance. But the major bowed and was not a little
confused, while several of those who stood by, cried out "bravo!"
and were much diverted.

"Truly, Mr. Commodore," replied the major, whose head was so thin
that he had let every word of the speech I prepared for him get out
of it, "as a principle, you may set it down that the weight of an
honor is best felt by the man who has deserved it. In accepting the
flattering tribute of respect you offer me, let me say, that
although I am no scurvy politician, and have opinions enough of my
own, I intend to let history take care of my acts, for the verdict
of the nation, which is an exacting tribunal, is rendered in my
favor, and if the devil and my enemies only mind their business,
there will be no need to meddle with it, as I have heard it said of
other men. And now that I am more a man of acts than words, as no
doubt you have read, let me say that I accept this great honor, the
sincerity of which is evident in the earnestness with which you
offer it, with as many thanks as a man can, hoping that your great
metropolis may grow greater and be all you expect of it; and like a
chaste and virtuous woman, do you see to her, that she be not
exposed to the designs of demagogues, and that her virtues creep
along with her fair fame." The major delivered these remarks with so
much ease and fluency, that the listeners stood in silence, and
began to think the man they had had described to them for a fool,
was in truth an eccentric politician, who was using this mode of
discourse only as a means of deception. But when he invited them to
examine his horse and pig, which he did while giving the most
wonderful description of their varied good qualities, and the many
services they had rendered him, the color of his brain at once
discovered itself.

One after another, the party, having exchanged congratulations,
engaged the major in conversation, and found that he had ready
answers for all their questions, though many of them were far off
the mark, illustrating the fact, that his mind had been much given
to the affairs of the nation, of which he had the most confused
ideas. In order to afford the visitors some diversion, he also
uncaged his pig, and made him perform a series of antics truly
wonderful, and with which they not only expressed themselves highly
satisfied, but deeply interested.

The major now visited the commodore's yacht, and was received with a
salute of thirteen guns, which he felt in his heart were solely in
compliment to his humble worth. A party of richly dressed ladies
were on board the yacht, and received the major with so much
deference, that he felt sure not even the slightest mark of respect
had been omitted. In fine, the ladies all gathered about him, and
were so eager to emulate one another in showing him respect and
conciliating his favor, that even Flora, who declared herself his
first admirer, could with difficulty get an opportunity to present
him her souvenir in the shape of a wine cup bearing her name. "Ah!
sir," said Flora, reproachfully, "last night you condescended to
smile upon me, and I took your smiles for serious intentions.
Indeed, I say it in honest truth, that your winning manners had much
affected me, though my heart is not of the melting sort. But now,
sir, I see you are an arrant coquette, and no exception to the rest
of your profession." Another damsel of comely features had set upon
the major, and was exciting his vanity to no small extent, when
Flora interrupted with the above remarks, preserving a most
impatient countenance as she did so.

"As I live, fair maiden, I have no wrong intentions, for my wife,
Polly Potter, is not yet dead; nor is it right of a soldier to
trifle with the weaknesses of woman. Being a soldier and no
flatterer, I will say this, that your beauty has made me your
vassal, and had I a dozen hearts, ten at least would be yours."

When they had frolicked with him to their hearts' content, they
escorted him into the cabin, where a sumptuous collation was
prepared, and to which he, after considerable ceremony, sat down and
ate enough to have satisfied three critics for at least a week. They
then plied him with punches and other strong drinks, which were so
mixed as to seriously affect his brain, for it began to reel up his
vision, and he broke forth in the most spasmodic strains, addressing
those present, whom he declared a political assemblage, on the state
of the nation. In my determination never to swerve from the truth in
this history, I am compelled here to record, that the Yacht Club
found they had paid dearly for their joke, inasmuch as the major,
adopting the conduct most in fashion among the politicians of
Tammany Hall, did, during one of his strongest oratorical displays,
suddenly spring upon the table, demolishing much valuable glass, and
making wreck of everything in the vicinity, which, as a popular
politician, he swore he had a right to do. The state of confusion
being now complete, the ladies ran screaming up on deck, and it was
with great difficulty the major could be restrained from behaving
himself like a madman. At length, from raving about the state of the
nation, he relapsed into a state of stupor, in which he became so
insensible that they were all alarmed lest death step in and put an
untimely end to his existence. In truth, so much did they fear the
result of their joke, that they would have sent for a parson and
begged him to pray kindly for the poor man, but that he opened his
eyes, and gave out such other signs of returning consciousness as
assured them that the only danger now to be feared was that he would
soil certain portions of his raiment, which, were it to get out,
(and there were always malicious persons ready to speak ill of a
politician so famous,) it would do him irreparable damage.

And now, having transcended the limits of my chapter, I must beg the
impatient reader, if he love a joke, and have no scruples about its
nakedness, to turn to the next, where he will find a result to his
satisfaction.






CHAPTER XXVI.

WHICH RELATES HOW THE MAJOR WAS RESTORED TO PERFECT HEALTH; AND ALSO
AN AUTHENTIC DESCRIPTION OF WHAT TOOK PLACE ON HIS ARRIVAL IN NEW
YORK.





IF, reader, you be an honest man, and in any way acquainted with the
pranks of politicians in these our times, you will not pour forth a
lamentation over what I have written; for I take it you will see
that I have broken the filthy clods only, to get at the real truth.
But if you be a politician, thief, or housebreaker-in fine, if you
belong to any of these twin professions, the members of which find
it convenient to extinguish the light of their own history, and take
no delight in truths which concern themselves, then I may expect to
be visited with your eternal enmity. Sweeten, then, your breath; and
if you would send me to that place I have firmly resolved never to
go to, pray call to your aid such papers as the New York Tribune and
Evangelist, for they are both clever at sending all who differ from
them to the devil, without even the aid of clergy. And as those sent
to the devil by this medium have only the Editor of the Herald for
mourner, just imagine that gentleman in tears, and chide me no more,
for I must see to the major.

The critical condition in which I left the major renders it
imperative that I should return to him without further delay. And I
must here say, then, in restoring him to consciousness, that much
ice water was used, a portion of his hair and beard was shaved off,
and sundry aromatic liquids applied to counteract an odor that was
by no means delightful to the senses. And when he had recovered
sufficiently to sit up, his eyes were fixed confusedly upon those
about him; then his hands wandered to his haunches, and he heaved a
deep sigh. "Pray tell me, gentlemen, (for I seem to have just come
out of a trance,) what has befallen me? Pray tell me, gentlemen,
that I may offer you such an apology as becomes my position, for I
am in a condition no man need envy. And to lose a hard earned
reputation so easily is no trifling thing." The commodore was
struggling to suppress his laughter, which had been excited by the
forlornness of the figure before him. He however begged the major to
be composed. As to losing his reputation by so trifling an accident,
he enjoined him not to think of it, since history afforded numerous
instances of great heroes who had met with similar ones. In truth,
it was just such an accident, taking place on the commencement of a
great battle, that saved General Cushing from the bullets of the
enemy, and his life to the country! And this timely accident I
record here for the benefit of that admiring generation which is yet
to come, and which might be deceived by that worthy historian, the
author of "The Mexican War," who recorded with so much faithfulness
all his gallant deeds, and hanged himself when he had finished.
Hearing this, he at once took heart, and declaring that it was all
owing to a derangement of the stomach, said, that although it was
the first time in his life that he had ever met with such an
accident, he had not the slightest doubt of its influence for good,
since a man's virtues lay in his power to bear up under such trials.

They were now nearing the city, and the "Two Marys" having been left
far astern, the squadron put about, preparatory to setting the major
on board his own ship, which was done without the firing of a gun,
and with as much caution as if they had been handling eggs of a
venerable age. It must however be said for the credit of the
military profession, that the major never relaxed one iota of his
gallantry, and left the yacht with many kind remembrances for the
ladies, especially Miss Flora, whose beauty he declared he had never
seen excelled, though he had read all Mrs. Southworth's novels by
candle light. It ought also to be mentioned that one of the
officers, seeing his necessities, and being a man of a philanthropic
turn, gave him a pair of breeches, with a stripe down the side. And
with these the major consoled himself that he had at least parted
friends with the Yacht Club, and that, after all, there was no great
loss without some small gain.

The squadron executed a maneuver, fired two guns, and parted company
with the "Two Marys," as, with seven days' news from Barnstable, she
neared Peck Slip, and made fast to a wharf, on which was assembled a
very dejected looking throng of people. Those fortunate enough to
have hats took them off, and began cheering in the wildest manner,
whilst the more respectable, whose raiment was of an exceedingly
damp description, and had been used at night for beds, took to using
their hands upon the heads of their neighbors. Here and there a
philosophical policeman was seen, with his hands in his pockets.
"Heavens!" said I to myself, "instead of being on the road to fame,
we have fallen among vagabonds, who will plunder us!" But I was
relieved of my fears by being informed that they were all honest
voters, who, though they had not a shirt to their backs, took
righteous good care of the city's affairs.

When it became known that the major and myself were really on board,
there was a great firing of guns, and such other demonstrations of
welcome as made the major glad at heart; for he had changed his
nether garments, and was now sure the news of what had so recently
befallen him had not reached New York. There now came on board four
flabby men, dreamy of countenance, and whose dilapidated garments
bespoke them persons of menial occupations. But as neither St. Paul,
nor Alexander the Great, nor Henry Ward Beecher, (who, I take it, is
as great a man as either of them, and will leave more portraits of
himself than both,) never dressed according to their
"circumstances," so these four flabby men, the major thought, must
not be judged by the condition of their raiment, for it was nothing
new to see great men shabbily dressed.

The shortest of the four flabby men, an oily sort of shabby
gentleman, who was blind of an eye, and had very disordered red
hair, and a bruise on the end of a very red nose, which looked like
a birch knot growing upon a redder face, now came jauntily forward,
and having doffed a much damaged hat, that sat on the side of his
head with a challenging air, and approaching the major, who had
arranged his uniform to the best advantage, spoke as follows: "Long
life t'yer 'onor, for me name's Dinnis Finnigan, born on the banks
of Lough Neagh, near Kerry; but for all that, as I says to myself,
Dinnis yer jist as good an American as iver drew first breath on the
soil. And now, seein' it's yersel, Major Potter"--

"Commonly called Major Roger Potter," interrupted the major, with a
bow. "And since I see you seek me, I may say I'm the person. I make
no doubt you have heard of me. I need not say how glad I am to see
you, for that will be told you by my private secretary." Here the
major turned round and cast a glance at me.

"The same man that wouldn't hear of the likes o' ye, major, would'nt
be much of a politician. Ye'r as wilcom as the flowers of May,
jist," resumed Mr. Dinnis Finnigan, who now disclosed the singular
fact that, (Mr. Finnigan was a reformed member of the "Dead Rabbit
Club,") he now formed one of the Board of Common Council, where no
man could vote better on a question of money. Mr. Finnigan was
evidently not dead to the importance of his office, for he promised
no end of things in honor of the major, to the carrying out of which
he pledged the city, and would with equal sincerity (for his mind
was in a condition to make cities appear very small) have pledged
the whole Union.

The major had for some moments been fixing his eyes upon Mr.
Finnigan with a scrutinizing stare. Suddenly his face became
flushed, his eye quickened its glare, and he stammered out, "I know
what belongs to good manners, and though you may be a councilman,
Mr. Finnigan, my eyes, and they are good ones, tell me I have seen
you before."

"Faith, an' that same's not unlikely," interposed the moist
councilman.

"Aye, and when you went by the name of Greeley Hanniford, and
followed an occupation that cost me all my money."

Here Mr. Finnigan quickly interrupted by saying that as they had
both attained to the position of gentlemen, it were best to adopt
Bishop Hughes' motto, and let bye gones be bye gones. In truth the
major recognized in Councilman Finnigan, the honest Quaker, Greeley
Hanniford, who, with General Fopp, of "Pleasant-side Row," had
managed to relieve him of all his money during his first adventure
in New York.

"But although he neither acted justly nor honorably towards me, our
conditions have changed, and it does not become my high position to
rake this thing up now, so let's hope he is come an honest man, and
a good politician!" thought the major, extending his hand to the
moist councilman, who was not a little troubled at the old
reminiscence.

"And my motto is, major, let them what's dead, stay dead! But since
its not mysel is to spake the addriss, but Dan Dooley, who, by the
Virgin, is an alderman, a gintleman, and the friend of Father
Fogarty-"

Seeing there was an old score to be wiped out between Mr. Councilman
Finnigan and the major, Mr. Alderman Dan Dooley, who was the tallest
of the four flabby men, and a whiskey visaged gentleman of ponderous
parts, now came fussily forward, and after exchanging many bows and
compliments with the major, saying how extremely glad he was to
welcome him to the city, introduced him to his son in law,
Councilman Dennis Blennerhasset, a frisky little man, with a cocked
up nose, and an expression of countenance in which no man with half
an eye could fail to read in what land he drew his first breath, if,
indeed, the rich brogue with which he returned the major's
salutation had not already revealed it. Having, long since, resolved
not to have my veracity as a historian impeached, I must not forget
to state here, (and I warn every pugnacious critic to be careful how
he points his lance at me,) that Alderman Dennis Dooley, although
the firm friend of Father Fogarty, was said to be the ablest editor
on the Evening Express, which for its profundity of logic, and
purity of style, was truly a marvel in journalism. As for Councilman
Blennerhasset, no man could bring aught against his capacity for
mixing compounds of deleterious liquors, which he sold to the
decaying humanity of his district; and, being what was considered a
modest man, the notion came into his head that he was born for the
high office of Councilman the very day he married the daughter of
Alderman Dooley. Mr. Councilman Blennerhasset spoke of himself as we
the common council, we the elected to do you honor on this great
occasion; we the representatives of this great and glorious
metropolis. Having accommodated the we a sufficient number of times
to satisfy us that he had the whole city nicely tucked away in the
pocket of his shabby coat, he turned round to introduce Alderman
Barney O'Toole, who, as a man and a gentleman, could do more off
hand fighting than any other man in the board, and was the fourth of
the flabby men. But that distinguished politician and gentleman, who
had been seven times sentenced for smashing the skulls of his
adversaries, was not at hand, having, while Mr. Blennerhasset was
thickening the compliments, winked me down into the cabin, where he
drew from his pocket a luminous bottle of old Bourbon whiskey, and
in the most friendly manner offered to pledge me in numerous
glasses.

Just at this moment, a dozen or so of wan faced reporters, in
massive beards and black hats, pressed eagerly through the crowd,
and went to work like beavers dotting down all that was said, and a
little more. Then commenced the address by Alderman Dan Dooley,
whose breath was redolent of anything but the balm of a thousand
flowers, and who delivered his speech with an unctuous self
satisfaction, and in a style of rhetoric totally unknown to
Pericles, and never thought of by Demosthenes. The address was
carefully worded, so as to make the major a greater statesman than
had been known in any previous age, which is a fashion at this day;
and if I be not much mistaken, this speech was written by that
witty scribbler of the "Times" newspaper, who gets up speeches for
heroes at five minutes' notice, and then, having pocketed the money,
laughs in his sleeve at the men he has made fools.

As addresses of the nearest possible resemblance to that delivered
on this occasion by Alderman Dan Dooley, may be found almost any day
in the morning papers, I hold it good economy not to occupy my
valuable space in recording it here. Nor, indeed, will it be
necessary to insert the major's reply, since it was very similar to
that made by him to the Commodore of the Yacht Club, and may also be
found in all the newspapers. And now, when these ceremonies were
over, the major bethought him of his horse and pig, the former of
which he found surrounded by a swarm of unruly boys, whom the
strange figure he cut, with the holsters and saddlebags mounted,
afforded much amusement. The latter was quietly lying down in his
cage, but came forward to render homage as soon as he heard the
major's voice. I should mention that the major always aimed to be up
to the fashion of the times, and learning from Councilman
Blennerhasset that demonstrations of a more public character had
recently been declined by one or two very distinguished politicians,
he made up his mind not to be a whit behind any of them, (for the
reason of which the reader may discover by conjecture,) and
therefore positively declined all public demonstrations,
notwithstanding the Splinters' Guard was soon on the spot, ready to
do him escort duty. He, however, retired into the cabin, where, (I
say it without envy, for I love a brave soldier,) he took a quiet
glass of whiskey and a sandwich with the very honorable "committee
of reception." And this being duly noted by the reporters, (one of
whom was seen purloining a sandwich or two,) the major gave
directions about the care of his pig, ordered his saddlebags upon
old Battle, who was weak enough in the extremities, and proceeded to
the wharf amidst the deafening acclamations of a hundred ragged
urchins, who, notwithstanding the distress of the animal, would have
mounted and rode away, but for the kindly interposition of two
policemen.

There was standing on the wharf a somewhat dilapidated carriage, to
which four lean gray horses, such as are used for drawing all great
heroes through the city, were harnessed, and presented so forlorn a
figure that one might easily have imagined them employed by the
devil to convey to his dominions that shabby class of sinners
consigned to him on Sunday evenings by the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher.
Into this the distinguished representatives of the great metropolis
insisted upon getting the major, that he might be conveyed to the
apartments secured for him at the great St. Nicholas Hotel, in a
manner becoming so great a politician. But as the major was not
quite sure whether his reputation would be best preserved by
sticking to the politician, or by dropping the politician, and
sticking to his laurels as a military man, he shook his head and
hesitated for some time. He was half inclined to dub himself the
warrior; and as warriors always appeared best on horseback, he was,
to the great delight of the throng, about to mount his faithful
animal, assign me his seat in the hero-trap, and follow at a
respectful distance. But he bethought himself that both were noble
professions; and, surely, to emulate in both must be a prominent
desire with all great men. After holding a consultation with me, he
said he always remembered the motto: "Great is the man who humbles
himself." Being satisfied then that it would not lessen his dignity,
nor, indeed, in any way detract from the character of a military
politician, who had need enough to look to his laurels, he agreed
that Alderman Dan Dooley should ride old Battle. And with this
resolve he at once repaired to the carriage, in which he took a seat
with the three gentlemen of the committee, leaving me to pick my way
as best I could, and drove away for the hotel, (followed at a
respectful distance by the loquacious alderman, thus comically
mounted,) with this strange string of cattle. And this wonderful
cort‚ge was followed by scores of hooting and ragged urchins, who
switched old Battle's gambrels, and annoyed him in so many ways,
that the alderman at length lost his temper, and was several times
forced to dismount and beat back the harassing enemy with stones and
such other weapons as he could lay his hands on.

And now, gentle reader, fearing I may weary you with this long train
of nonsense, which, however, I have endeavored to make conform to
the follies of the day, I will close this chapter, and for what took
place at the great St. Nicholas Hotel, refer you to the next.






CHAPTER XXVII.

WHICH TREATS OF MANY THINGS UNIQUE AND WONDERFUL, ALL OF WHICH TOOK
PLACE WHEN THE MAJOR ARRIVED AT THE GREAT ST. NICHOLAS HOTEL.





So great was the anxiety of the reporters to jot down the most
trifling occurrence, that they followed close at the heels of the
juvenile rabble, and at times were in great danger of getting their
heads cracked by the missiles hurled by the infuriated alderman,
who, in his heart, had a holy horror of such persons, and would have
killed a dozen of them without shedding a tear, though they had
several times made very intelligible English of his very
unintelligible speeches. Fatigued and almost out of breath, they,
however reached the grand hotel in good time, and quite took
possession of the landlord's best parlor, though he was as polite a
gentleman as could be met with in a day's journey. They then entered
his gorgeous bar-room, and partook freely of his liquors, (of which
he kept none but the best,) telling him that as they were without
money, he must charge the score to the freedom of the press. The
host being accustomed to the pranks of these worthy men, as they are
called by their employers, bid them take comfort in his house; at
the same time, knowing their propensities, he cautioned them against
making free with his chambermaids.

The cort‚ge had been proceeding at a slow pace, which so increased
the difficulties they met from the ragged urchins along the road,
that the driver whipped up and arrived at the hotel in peace. But
this rather increased than diminished Alderman Dooley's
difficulties, for old Battle being unable to quicken his pace, the
urchins made him the object of their mischief, and so retarded his
progress that the major had arrived full half an hour when he
reached the hotel. In truth, he was compelled to dismount and lead
the animal, in order to secure his own safety.

The reception at the hotel, as it appeared on the following morning
in the newspapers, was something truly magnificent, proving
conclusively that the reporters had seen no less than one hundred
persons for every one present. My love for truth in all matters of
history constrains me to say, that these reporters made a great
mistake, since nothing could have been more simple, and yet in
keeping with true greatness, than the major's reception at the
hotel, and this for the very reason that he had outdistanced the
rabble. My declining years and gray hairs forbid me envying any man
his laurels, but I will not degrade a noble profession by making
myself the vassal of every great man who sets foot on these shores.
I say, then, that when the cattle and the major reached the door of
this spacious pile of white marble, wherein cheap luxury awaits the
million, it was near sundown, and the only persons standing at the
grand entrance, were those eight or ten bediamonded gentlemen who
carry on their occupation in suspicious places, and are commonly
called swell mobsmen, though judging from the air and circumstance
with which they occupy the great entrance to the great St. Nicholas,
it would seem as if the landlord had employed them for the double
purpose of ogling ladies as they passed and holding up his marble
columns. I should indeed be sorry to hear that this was true, for an
extremely respectable acquaintance tells me the landlord is a most
excellent gentleman, and looks well to the reputation of his house.

As the carriage stopped the major cast a glance upward, as if
viewing the curiously wrought lintels of the massive marble front,
and exclaimed: "Upon my soul, gentlemen, it is so grand I begin to
fear I shall not be comfortable in it." He had scarcely concluded
this sentence, when a distinguished politician, habited in soiled
drab trousers and a shabby brown dress coat, and a badly collapsed
hat, which he wore well down over his eyes, rushed eagerly out, and
was followed by a mellow faced policeman, with a green patch over
his left eye and a club in his right hand. Constituting in
themselves a committee of reception, the distinguished politician,
who was a delegate from the custom house, now made himself right
busy in getting the major and the high functionaries safely out of
the carriage. And this being done without delay, the policeman
ordered the swell mobsmen to stand back until the distinguished
politician had presented his congratulations, which he did, adding
that he had long been familiar with the potency of the major's
greatness, which the city, unlike other cities, was always ready to
honor.

The strange figure cut by the major, in his stranger uniform,
attracted the attention of sundry enthusiastic chambermaids, who
appeared upon the balconies, and recognizing in the character of the
team the arrival of an important personage, commenced waving
napkins, and giving such other visible signs of their admiration,
that he was with difficulty restrained from making them a speech on
the spot.

He now moved quietly into the house, the jaded policeman on his
right, and the distinguished politician on his left, and followed by
the three high officials and a score of reporters. Turning neither
to the right nor the left, he proceeded straight on into the great
bar room, where the queerness of his walk and raiment attracted no
little attention among the well dressed gentry who nightly meet
there to discuss over well compounded punches all affairs
appertaining to the welfare of the state. And here, having quenched
their thirst in mixtures of whiskey and water, which is the favorite
drink with all really great politicians, the party quietly retired
up stairs to a splendidly furnished parlor and bedroom, provided at
the expense of the city, against which a score of six shillings now
stood at the bar.

A sudden commotion in the street, accompanied by shouts and huzzas
that made the very air echo, discovered the fact that Alderman Dan
Dooley had arrived. Indeed, the scene that at that moment was being
enacted in Broadway beggared description, and caused a great
scampering among the reporters, who hastened to the spot in order
not to lose a single occurrence. There stood old Battle, bespattered
with mud, and in a condition so pitiable, that no truly
philanthropic gentleman could have withheld his tears. Near him
stood Mr. Alderman Dan Dooley, excited, distracted, infuriated, and
swearing by all the saints in the calendar, to have revenge of a
swarm of unwashed and ragged urchins, who stood jeering him at a
respectful distance, and whom his sudden advances and retreats
rather amused than daunted; for although they seemed in no way
inclined to stand his charge, they would follow his retreat with
renewed energy. A waiter now relieved the animal of the saddlebags
and holsters, and taking him by the bridle led him limping to the
stable, where he seized with great avidity the hay and oats set
before him. A second policeman, according to a well respected custom
among the force, came up when all the trouble was over, and
addressing the discomfited alderman, said: "If I had been a minute
sooner, sir, this thing would not have occurred; but I was called
from my beat to quell a brush at fists between two of our common
councilmen, at Florence's. I now come to your protection; and as you
are a worthy gentleman, whom it is my office to obey, say but the
word and I pledge you my faith to club the heads of every one of
your persecutors. But first let me entreat you to get into the
house, and if my club fail not, you shall see how I can keep the
peace."

The alderman listened with great attention to the policeman,
converted his rage into discretion, and disappeared in the great bar
room of the St. Nicholas, where he forgot his afflictions in a stout
draught of water and whiskey, which so addressed itself to his
dignity, that after ordering it charged to the city's account, he
repaired quietly into the presence of his true friends, who had
already began to unite in compliments to the major. "Now, meiger,"
spoke Mr. Alderman Dooley, approaching the major, with his right
hand extended, "understand that it's we that are the riprisintitives
of this mitropilas, in which ye're as wilcome as the flowers of May.
Mind that now! And may the smiles of heaven rest upon ye, an' upon
the gineration ye bilongs to. Gifts, meiger, are given to the great
for a pirpose. Faith, it's my own exparience tells me that! Whisht
now! (Here he tapped the major confidentially on the arm.) The city
manes to do ye 'oner enough, oneyhow. An' its myself and Terry Brady
'll see the pay comes." Terry Brady was the name of the
distinguished politician. Mr. Dan Dooley now being, as he said,
"entirely done out," flung his hat under the table and himself upon
a luxuriant sofa, carved in black walnut, and upholstered with green
and orange colored brocade. And upon this he felt great comfort for
his feet, while the high colored figures of the Turkey carpet
afforded him an excellent target for the substance he ever and anon
ejected from his spacious and discolored mouth.

And, too, my high regard for the fair guests of the great St.
Nicholas, of whom it was said by these malicious reporters that they
rushed "en masse" to receive the major, immediately he entered the
house, reminds me that I must not forget to mention, that the only
ladies present were the wife of the distinguished politician, and a
damsel of fair looks and firm virtue. I am no higilian, and only use
the term "firm virtue" here, as being applicable to this damsel; for
although no end of slanders had been cast upon her, the man who
dared to come forward and say he had trifled with her chastity, was
yet to be found. By these, I freely confess he was received with a
courtesy worthy of so great a politician.

And now, when it was night, and two thousand jets of gas threw a
blaze of light over the massive pile, which seemed suddenly
transformed into a regal palace, where high colors and cheap revelry
went hand in hand, the party, joined and rejoined by several other
distinguished politicians, refreshed themselves on a sumptuous
supper, which the landlord had prepared without regard to expense.
And when this was over, and the major's arrival had got fully noised
about, there came such a throng of rejected humanity that the house
presented the appearance of a palace beseiged by bread rioters. And
so impassioned did the clamor of the throng become, that I thought
if Saint Nicholas, who was supposed to be the presiding deity of
this hotel, could look down upon it without a frown, he must be an
uncommon saint. In fine, the landlord found that getting so great a
politician into his house was not much to its reputation, as the
eclat therein gained would be counteracted, with tenfold interest,
by the pilfering propensities of his unwashed followers, who now
rushed into his house in such ungovernable confusion that guards had
to be stationed along the passages, armed with tipstaffs and
bludgeons. Indeed, he wished in his heart that the devil or some
other gentleman of quality had Major Roger Sherman Potter, for then
he could preserve the good name of his patron saint.

Persons of every political hue and circumstance poured in, were
presented to the major, and drank of the liquors which were being
ordered without stint and despatched with the same freedom by the
honorable committee of reception. And thus they came, and drank
great draughts, and complimented one another. And although not a few
marveled at finding the major such a queer person, and quite unlike
what he had been represented, all joined in drinking his health and
flattering his vanity. And when it was ten o'clock, there came
divers delegations of ungainly persons, (from the custom house, and
the post office, and Tammany Hall, and various other halls,) such as
fighting men and vagabonds, who, being headed by such ambitious
politicians as the invincible George Branders, and flanked by the
too honest Emanuel Hart, presented an appearance so suspicious that
the guests of the house began to look well to their pockets, while
the landlord set several of his servants to gathering up the old
clothes. Indeed, it seemed as if rascaldom had broken from its
dominions to revel in the palace of St. Nicholas. And as all these
shabby gentlemen, but very excellent politicians, stood much in need
of something to quench their thirst, it was soon found that the
small sum set apart to pay the landlord for all his services, would
not even wipe out the score at his bar, to say nothing of the damage
done his furniture and other little affairs. He had given bed and
board to many a man without getting a dime in return, and thanked
heaven that good fortune had enabled him to do so, but now he was
not a little disturbed in his temper at the state of his accounts,
for he knew the city was as slow to pay an "over ordered" bill as it
was quick in paying homage to great demagogues. He therefore, in the
kindest manner, intimated to the major, that unless he would be
personally responsible for the "surplus," he must close the score at
his bar. And this he said in self-protection, for no man could lay
the charge of having done a mean act at his door. The major, with
becoming courtesy, pledged his honor to the landlord, and bid him
think no more of the bill, since if he closed the floodgate of his
bar, which gave out such exuberant medicine as made the tears of
patriots to flow, his power would surely be at an end. "Be not
agitated, sir," said he, with an air of enlarged self complacency,
"but convert your misgivings into confidence in me, for I see you
are a true republican, and would not harm a man whose fame is so
well established." Thus the major addressed the landlord, who
retired with regained confidence, and, as I thought, a feeling of
self reproach for having intimated his doubts in the matter.

The major was now getting weary with the mighty business of
receiving the compliments of ten score would-be patriots and noisy
politicians, when there entered a greater man than any of them. And
this was no less a person than Don Fernando, a man of much will and
circumstance, and now mayor of the city. Many things had been said
of this truly great man, not the least of which was, that the Romans
ought to be thankful that he was not born in the days of the C‘sars,
though in the honest yearnings of his ambition he had frequently
indulged in the thought, that his wisdom and invincibility of arm
was second to none of them. Indeed, it was said among other things,
equally true, that he had more than once consoled himself with the
fact, that if he had not gained the notoriety of C‘sar, it was no
fault of his will, for he could make promises he never meant to
keep, and gnash his teeth at his enemies, to an extent that ought to
satisfy the most enthusiastic admirer of Roman greatness. But
republicanism, as developed by the prudence of our people, had so
changed and altered things, that great men, though they had
performed unheard of deeds of valor, were laughed at when they
assumed powers not clearly belonging to them.

As the design of this history will be imperfect unless I record what
took place when these great men met, and which ought to be read and
considered by future generations, I must here inform the reader,
that he will find it faithfully translated in the next chapter.






CHAPTER XXVIII.

WHICH CAREFULLY RECORDS WHAT PASSED BETWEEN THE MAJOR AND THE
MAYOR-HOW THEY MADE SPEECHES, AND WERE SERENADED.





WE are an exacting people, frequently requiring too much of our
great men, and achieving in a week what it took ordinary nations,
such as Greece and Rome, years to perform. Therefore I hold it right
that we be cautious how we trust the recording of every great event
to such witty but careless historians as Bancroft and Prescott, who
are much given to pleasing descriptions of wonderful revolutions,
but entirely overlook the battered and bruised hero, for the purpose
of making others to their fancy.

You must know, then, that this mayor, Don Fernando, (he bore no
resemblance to the Don Fernando of Don Quixote,) advanced with the
gravity and solemnity of one whose business it was to kill giants;
for though he was a man of much humor, he had a necromantic facility
for dissembling, and could declare before high heaven his innocence
of any crime laid at his door, and in the very next breath issue an
order giving peace and comfort to pickpockets. And while I am
writing of this great man, I may mention that if there was any one
thing more than another he was famous for, it was a curious
infatuation for great placards, in which he enjoined all good
citizens to preserve the peace, at the same time commanding his
worthy vassals, the policemen, to crack the skulls of all who came
in their way.

Tall of figure, with a pale and long visage, which he prided himself
resembled the visage of an equally great man, he advanced at a pace
indicative of one who felt the grandeur of his position. The major
was at first not a little surprised at the manner of his visitor;
but being himself a dabster at great things, he soon recognized the
quality of the new comer, and came forth to meet him in all his
uniform, not even forgetting his three cornered hat, which he passed
with his left hand while making an unexceptionable bow.
Unembroidered greatness-yes, naked greatness, stripped of all
falsehood and pretence, and such only as is worthy of governing an
honest world, which it would generously do, but for the trifling
inconvenience to itself, was here represented in these two great
men-the Scylla and Charybdis of these wonderful times. The only
perceptible difference in their prowess was, that the mayor stood at
least a head and a half taller than the major. Both had begun making
unexceptionable bows, when Alderman Dan Dooley, seeing the
embarrassment that might occur, came resolutely forward, (having
first set down the bottle from which he had replenished Councilman
Finnigan's glass,) and addressing the mayor, said, "Faith, then, I
ask no greater enterprise than to serve yer 'onor, seein' how ye
know the dacency one great man owes to another. By my faith, then,
I'm deloighted to prisent ye to the gintleman we all mane to 'onor.
Faith, an' it's himself's before ye, Meiger Roger (stay! what the
devil is it now?) I have it. Meiger Roger Jefferson Potter!"

"Major Roger Sherman Potter, commonly called Major Roger Potter!"
the major interrupted, with a deferential bow.

"Faith, an' the neame atween the two's no matter onyhow!" rejoined
Mr. Alderman Dooley, who, having left the two great men to
themselves, again took to the bottle, and continued serving himself
and his friend with an experience in every way worthy of so great an
alderman.

"Pray, sir," said Fernando, with a gracious smile, "take nothing
amiss that our worthy friend says." And here he blushed, and seemed
not a little mortified at the pranks of his favorite alderman,
though they were natural enough to the condition he was in. "He
means well," resumed the mayor, dryly, "and is an honest alderman,
though given to drink at times. And now, since fortune has been so
kind as to grant me the opportunity of paying my respects to one so
worthy of admiration, let me congratulate you upon your safe arrival
in the city. I have the power, and it will be my pleasure to see
that the public acknowledgements you have merited are properly
bestowed." The major here interrupted by reminding the mayor that he
had, on the advice of a very good friend, declined all public
ovations.

"As to that," continued Fernando, "fashion has made it necessary to
say these little things; for a great man is never so great as when
he seeks to avoid homage. And we are not always bound to say what we
mean."

"As to my greatness, sir," replied the major, "I will leave that to
others; for it is no trifling thing for a man who has done all he
can for his country to be snuffed out by the envious pen of some
rascally scribbler for the newspapers. Let us think well of
ourselves, and leave the rest to our friends."

"Truly, major, you are of my way of thinking, for that is precisely
what I do."

"And because you do, you have risen to your present proud position!"
interposed the major. "Being a military man, I would have you know
that I am no flatterer, but a man who loves peace, and hates the
devil and all his arrogant vassals. Your fame, sir, has gone over
the land; and as to your greatness, I bow to that, for I have heard
many good men testify to it; and now that I see it with my own eyes,
written all down the length of your person, no man shall speak ill
of you-in my presence! And as you have embarked in great
undertakings, may heaven grant you power to carry them to a
successful issue."

"As what you have said concerns me much, accept my thanks; for it is
the good opinion of men like yourself that pleases me. I have now
many difficulties on hand, it is true; but when I have conquered,
and shown myself superior to my enemies, I will lay up my sword,
give my hand to the people, and my heart to enjoining heaven to
grant me repose. The bent of my ambition, sir, would have no
difficulty in finding its way but for those wonderful men, the
editors, who lay a new born child at my door every day, and think it
no harm to set the country by the ears, though they are glad enough
when men of our stamp step in to conciliate matters."

They thus spent ten minutes in pleasant conversation, complimenting
one another, evidently not a little pleased with themselves, and
resolved not to leave the settling of their preeminent prowess to
any one else. Indeed, the scene enacted between the mayor and the
major would have become extremely affecting but for Alderman
O'Toole, who, being a man of much understanding, proposed that they
seal their friendship with a little brandy and water. Neither having
any scruples in the matter, they filled their glasses with much pomp
and circumstance. "And now, gentlemen," said Mr. Alderman O'Toole,
"I propose the health of your honors together; for barring General
Pierce, greater men never lived, as myself knows." They bowed and
emptied their glasses to this toast, at which several of those
present were not a little amused. The mayor, who was, with his many
other traits of character, sufficiently versed in strategy to
extricate himself from any snare, said he felt constrained to say a
few words in return for the compliment, and was about making a
speech on the spot. Happily a waiter entered at the moment, bearing
in his hand a plate of cold chicken, which so excited Don Fernando's
appetite that he thought no more of his dignity, but seized upon the
best meated leg, and holding it daintily between his fingers, and
applying his teeth, never stopped until he had stripped it clean to
the bone. And while engaged in this laudable enterprise, they were
surprised by a band of musicians in the street, playing "Hail to the
Chief." The night was dark, and on looking out of the window, it was
discovered that the musicians were some twenty grim looking Germans,
with very long beards and longer brass instruments, with which they
seemed determined to perforate ten ragged newsboys, who, with the
picture of rascality written on their mischievous faces, stood
holding as many pitiful tallow candles almost under the noses of the
windy fellows, whose eyes were on their notes. When the band ceased
playing, the throng cheered and kept up a loud calling for the
major, who, the mayor said, must go out and make a speech, for it
would not do to offend them by keeping silent. He also deemed it
prudent to caution the major against saying what he really thought.
In truth, he whispered in the major's ear that he must mind and
strike the popular point; and when touching upon anything of great
moment, be careful to so construct his sentences that they embody a
double meaning. As to promises, he must be sure to make enough of
them, only let it be on the principle that promises are always
expected to take care of themselves. When the major had listened
sufficiently to the admonitions of the mayor, he repaired to the
balcony, where he was so surprised to find several ladies, dressed
with great taste and splendor, that his modesty became much taxed,
though they saluted him with becoming courtesy. The crowd outside,
which was now rampant of disorder, recognized in the short,
corpulent figure before them, with the red hair standing erect upon
a turnip-like head, the man of their wish, whom they greeted with
three deafening cheers. The major bowed and spread his hands, in the
left of which he held the engrossing emblem of his dignity, his
three cornered hat.

"Gentlemen!" said he, in a voice somewhat shaky, "I thank you for
this great honor, which I may or may not have merited. You know it
does not say much for a man that he speaks of himself; but this I
will say, that the man who serves his country for his country is the
man for me. If you, being people of high quality and much respect,
(I never judge men from what they seem on the outside, not I!) shall
give me your confidence, I warrant you shall see I am no
unscrupulous politician!" Here the throng sent up a loud cheer, and
tapered it off with three tigers. "Ah! that is what I like," resumed
the major; "I always did like the music of the Democracy. It sounds
as if it was the free offering of hearts innocent, and not given to
retrieve." "Intrigue," whispered Don Fernando, correctively, as he
stood close behind the major, evidently delighted at the good temper
of those about him. "Exactly!" bowed the major, "intrigue was what I
meant to say!" Affected either by the strangeness of the scene, or
his anxiety for the welfare of his much valued animals, he continued
in this incoherent strain for some minutes, but said not a word of
his early whiggery, or the affair of the Yacht Club. Many of the
persons outside now began to marvel at the strangeness of his
speech, and to think him not so much of a politician after all. In
truth, although he said much about our liberties, and was several
times jeered with the question as to what he thought "about
niggers," not a few puzzled their brains to find out to what manner
of politician he belonged. And as he concluded by enjoining them to
be good fathers, dutiful husbands, and honest men, which three
virtues were sure to secure the blessings of heaven, the puzzle
became still greater. And yet the throng cheered vociferously. When,
then, he had concluded, he wiped the perspiration from his brow,
fritted his finger through his beard, and shook hands with several
of the ladies, who still thought him a great man, in whose strange
speech there was much those acquainted with the politics of the
nation could perfectly understand.

Again the music ceased, and loud calls were made for Don Fernando,
who always had an apology when invited to make a speech, and an
excuse for making it on the second invitation, which he never failed
to accept. In fine, I say it with no intention of satire, that Don
Fernando never let an opportunity to make a speech slip through his
fingers, though three invitations, as he held, were necessary to one
speech. In truth, he regarded invitations as losing nothing in their
passage, when they concerned great men; for it was a rule with our
best politicians to make reluctance a virtue.

After repeated calls, then, Don Fernando turned to address the
multitude, and said in a speech of some twenty minutes, much that
they had heard before, and expected to hear again. He cautioned them
to look well to their liberties, though it were good to be careful
how they were found breaking the peace and men's heads. I would
mention here, that this singular admonition was induced by the
presence of some six or seven of Don Fernando's old friends among
the throng outside. And these worthy men commenced their favorite
avocation with such shouts as-"Go it Fernando! Fernando and
liberty!" And when they had thus deported themselves to their
satisfaction, they took to demolishing the trombones of the players,
as if such amusement was to their taste.

Don Fernando concluded his speech by saying, he saw in the persons
present, the great and glorious elements of our expanding
civilization. Kind providence just then sent a refreshing shower, as
if in pity at the condition of the raiment his listeners were clad
in. And this sent many to their homes; but the more patriotic had no
fear of a shower, and seemed not inclined to leave until they had
heard a speech from Mr. Alderman Dan Dooley, for whom they called
loudly. These calls were seconded by persons on the balcony, who out
of sheer derision, demanded his presence with so much earnestness as
convinced the loquacious Dooley that history and his friends would
not be content without a word from him on this great occasion. But
Don Fernando well knew that the reporters, as was customary with
them, would embellish that one word rather curiously, for they were
kind to him, and invariably made him say all the witty things they
could think of.

"Upon my word, Mr. Dooley," whispered Don Fernando, "the thing has
ended well; and it strikes me we have had speeches enough for the
evening."

"Faith!" exclaimed the Alderman, "I'm contint to lave them with the
spaech of yir 'oner."

Mr. Dooley, if the truth must be told, was not in a condition to get
off smooth sentences, though his deportment would have afforded much
diversion. And as good speeches lost nothing by keeping, he resolved
not to let his off just yet. And so completely was Don Fernando
master of the Alderman, that he sauntered, or rather oscillated into
a corner, and sat down.

The small hours of morning had well nigh come, when Don Fernando,
without change in the dignity of his bearing, took his departure;
expressing, as he left the door, the great pleasure it would give
him to receive the major at the City Hall on the morrow. And when he
was gone, the committee of reception thought no more of him, but
drew their chairs round the major, and with divers friends of the
same hue and circumstance, commenced showering upon him no end of
compliments, declaring him to be the father of more political
reforms than Jefferson and Washington ever dreamed of.

When their generosity had come sufficiently mellowed, and the
landlord had declared his inability to furnish any more whiskey, and
Mr. Councilman Finnigan began to see ghosts and murderers by the
dozen, all of which he would have sworn were real, and set about
thrashing with the gallantry of a true Irish gentleman, Mr. O'Toole
proposed that the major become a citizen of New York, when he would
wager any amount of money to make him next mayor of the city.

"I cannot say I would be equal to the duties, gentlemen, for I have
never been mayor. My services, (except now and then,)"-here the
major filled his glass-"have been for the army and politics, which I
take it have nothing to do with setting a city to rights. If
spitting an enemy, getting up a riot, and giving peace and comfort
to them who have a taste for breaking heads, be things which a mayor
must be an adept at, then you may trust me, gentlemen," said the
major, giving his hand to Alderman Dooley in pledge of his faith.

Alderman Baggs, who was a man of much wind, and extremely fond of
making speeches on these great occasions, though in this instance he
had peaceably pursued his advances upon the bottle, and left the
speeches to others, proposed that instead of mayor, which after all
was no great affair of an office, he immediately set on foot a
project for making the major President of the United States. The
major, he said, had surely evinced ability enough.

"What you please-make what you please of me, gentlemen, for I am
your servant, and the good servant is known by his work-that I know!
And if it is your will that I should be President, my highest
ambition shall be to serve you to the best of my ability. This I may
say, give me the power, as my wife, Polly Potter, used to say, and I
will hang fillibusters to your satisfaction."

An alderman of the name of Billy Bristle, who was known to have a
slight inclination for fillibustering, and had more than a score of
times pledged the city to the measures of gentlemen that way
inclined, having just looked in to pay his respects to the city's
guest, rose quickly to his feet at hearing so bold a proposal to get
rid of his friends, and declared his readiness to fight any
gentleman who would say a word damaging to the character of the
fillibusters. Alderman Dooley, between whom and Alderman Bristle, an
old grudge had stood for some time unsettled, cast a frown upon the
assertion, and declared that the language held was an implied
insult, whereupon he measured with his stalwart arm the distance
between his body and the Alderman's nose. This being the signal for
a grand set to, which was had in right good earnest, the scene of
confusion that followed no one need attempt to describe, unless he
have the pen of a Balzac. Tumblers and broken chairs being the order
of weapon most in use, and the major not being skilled in the use of
such arms, lost no time in retreating to a dark closet, where,
closely packed among sundry old clothes and house rubbish, he
congratulated himself by saying: "Now, as I am a military man, and
have no taste for this sort of fighting, I will look well to my
head, and let them have the glory."

The landlord had paced his halls in great tribulation for some time,
for he saw he had been grievously taken in, and that the damage to
the reputation of his house would be four fold what he would get of
the city for all his trouble. Seeing, then, his house in a state of
confusion, and having fears for the good name of his patron saint,
he rushed into the room, crying, "Gentlemen! gentlemen! pray leave
my house, for though I see you are guardians of the city, you seem
to have as little respect for the reputation of my house, which is
my bread, as you have for the good order of the city. Pray get away
from here, and what you have had shall be given for charity's sake."
Seeing they were not inclined to respect his admonition, he called a
posse of policemen, and ordered them to clear his house of the
miscreants; but they, seeing it was their own masters who were
deporting themselves in this disorderly manner, merely shook their
heads and walked away. In this dilemma, for the landlord saw he
could not get of the police what he paid for, he called some two
score of his own servants, who, having no respect for high officials
who do not respect themselves, were not long in tumbling them into
the street; and would have had Major Roger Sherman Potter following
them, if he could have been found!






CHAPTER XXIX.

IN WHICH MAJOR ROGER POTTER IS FOUND ALMOST SUFFOCATED; AND HOW HE
DECLARES THAT MEN OF LOWLY BIRTH BECOME DANGEROUS WHEN ELEVATED TO
POWER.





THE writer of this history, remembering how his mother admonished
him to be virtuous and prudent, retired quietly to bed before the
passions of the high functionaries had caused so violent an
outbreak. And though his regard for the major's reputation was of
the tenderest kind, he slept soundly, feeling sure that there was
nothing in the list of misfortunes the major was incapable of
overcoming. It was with no little surprise, then, that I was awoke
by the landlord on the following morning, and told that Major Roger
Potter was no where to be found. He regretted having such people in
his house; but said it would shorten the account of his misfortunes,
if he could but find the missing guest, for it was his custom to
treat all men with courtesy.

On repairing to the parlor, which we did as speedily as possible,
proof of what had taken place on the previous night lay strewn all
over the floor. There, too, lay the major's three cornered hat, as
if sitting in judgment upon a promiscuous heap of bottles. But this
was the only vestige of the missing hero. At length a sort of
murmuring sound was heard, as of some one in great distress. Seeing
the landlord much perplexed, I listened with anxious attention, and
soon discovered the sound to resemble very much that made by the
major over the bruising given him by Captain Luke Snider. On
approaching the closet door, it was found to be locked, and the
landlord declared there was no space for one so stout within its
bounds. Deeming it prudent, however, the lock was turned, to the
great delight and relief of the major, who came forth like an half
roasted rhinoceros, heaved a sigh, and swore by no less than three
saints, as soon as he gained the use of his tongue, that the fellow
who turned the key on him was no friend.

"I am marvelously fond of retirement, I would have you know," he
spoke, with an air of much concern, "but I choose not to sacrifice
my life in this way, for it is a device of the devil, and those in
league with him." He emerged from the rubbish half dead with fear,
and continued for some minutes proclaiming the baseness and
treachery of the act. Then clasping the landlord by the hand, he
besought him to be his friend while he took revenge of the enemies
who had played this trick upon him.

"Pray be comforted, sir, for these things are mere trifles, and a
great man is never so great as when he forgets his misfortunes,"
said he, "and heaven knows it has all gone wrong with me. You, sir,
have a position I lay no claim to."

"Ah!" replied the major, "it is because I have a position, and think
of it, that aggravates my misery. And though I am ready to confess
that I owe my deliverance to your wisdom and prudence, I begin to
think that power is most to be feared when entrusted to men who have
been brought up in servitude; for among their many accomplishments
they do not include that which teacheth every man who would take
care of the nation, to bear in mind, that he serves her best who
thinks least of himself. A mule may bray, but it takes an ass to be
an ass. I have been these twenty years, sir, serving my country; and
I take to myself no little credit that I have served it as well as
any of them, of which my secretary can bear testimony." Here the
major turned to me for a word of approval. The landlord now put
several questions to him concerning his adventures in Mexico and
elsewhere, to all of which he gave such extraordinary answers, that
he felt assured that whatever eccentricities he might be guilty of
at times, he had at least a vigorous understanding, and was as great
a man as had come that way for many a day. And so completely did the
landlord, who appreciated genius of the highest order, when it did
not conflict with his interests, fall in with all the major's
crotchets, that he would have written sonnets in his praise, but for
the danger of entering upon so hazardous an occupation. He now
condoled him for having fallen into the hands of such political
vagabonds as had brought disgrace upon his house, and who he swore
would bring disgrace upon any house that had doors open to them.

After a moment of deep thought, the major turned to the landlord,
and with great earnestness of manner, said: "Since, sir, I have
suffered no loss, let us think no more of these little distresses,
for they so discipline a man, that if he have a heart it must be
made capable of overcoming those obstacles all great men find in
their way. We both agree on this point, Mr. Landlord. And since that
matter is settled, if you have no objection, I will join you at
breakfast, where we will debate several little matters concerning my
mission."

The landlord smiled, and expressed his delight at such an act of
condescension, which was rare in so great a man.

The major then made a hasty toilet, and together they entered the
western dining room, the size and splendor of which quite astonished
him, for the walls were inlaid with mirrors from the ceiling to the
floor, and reflected the guests and each object with which the table
was set out, while the ceiling overhead was decorated with frescoes
and stucco work tipped with gold. Observing many fine ladies
present, the major, out of sheer respect to his military reputation,
made them all one of his most courteous bows before taking a seat,
at which they were not a little diverted.

The landlord being himself a politician of no mean order, asked the
major what he thought would be the effect of the repeal of the
Missouri Compromise.

"That, sir," replied the major, "depends entirely upon how the
people take it. If they hold their peace, then there will be peace.
But if these humanity mongers, who would break the peace of the
nation to get a new issue on the nigger question, get to kicking up
a dust, then there will be no peace. It must certainly be confessed,
that niggers ought to thank heaven that they are as well off as they
are; and those who say otherwise know not what they say. I also hold
it an advantage in political economy, that we keep the lazy rascals
where by selling them we can pocket the money when occasion
requires."

The landlord was now satisfied that his guest was at least right on
this all important question of "niggers," though as many inferences
might be drawn from his answer as from a speech of Senator Douglas
respecting the territories.

Among other things, the major noticed that not a few of the ladies
were deeply absorbed in reading the morning papers, and this so
excited his curiosity that he must needs inquire of the landlord
what it meant, when he was told that they contained an accurate
account of what took place on the previous night, including his
speech, which was so perfect a piece of composition, embracing so
many subjects, and discovering a power to penetrate the designs of
the enemy so truly wonderful, that not only his friends, but every
lady at the table was commending him for it. "It is generous of
them," returned the major, squinting across the table; "but I would
have you know, I am a favorite with the ladies wherever I go, and
being naturally tender hearted, I have known times when they would
embrace me most affectionately. I say this between ourselves, for
their fondness was beyond my expectation." Having ordered a copy of
the Herald, (a journal which had for many years furnished the major
his political, philosophical, and diversional reading,) he there
found not only that he had made a speech of rare eloquence, but one
of the most delightful as well as minute biographies of himself ever
written. In truth, he was there made the hero of so many exploits as
to make this history entirely unnecessary. I ought to mention,
however, that the sagacious reporters were cautious not to mention
the affair which caused the polite landlord to eject the high
officials from his house. This gave an additional charm to the whole
concern, and so elated the major as to entirely take away his
appetite. Indeed, he resolved from that moment, let whatever come,
to travel no farther without a reporter of his own. They made the
very best sort of speeches, and could make and unmake great men with
a facility truly astonishing, usually laying the greatest stress
upon the smallest things.

When breakfast was over, the landlord drew the major aside, and
requested as a favor that he would listen to what he said.
"Understand me, sir," he said, with a look of concern, "you are
welcome in my house, but I fear there are difficulties creeping in
that may lessen our friendship if left unexplained. I see you are a
man of great mental power, a stranger, and a gentleman, therefore
you cannot be expected to know the great distress our aldermen, who
are much given to ceremonies of this sort, have brought upon several
honest men. You see, sir, how fond they are of the bottle, and as
there are only two hundred dollars set apart for the bill at my
house, which will not square last night's bill at the bar, pray give
them a hint, for their generosity knows no bounds at times; and if I
present a bill somewhat over the mark, I am laughed at, and set down
for a confirmed fool."

"I see you are an honest man," replied the major, "and it is a pity
your house should be damaged by persons who have not the fear of
bills before their eyes, though they have the gold of the city at
their command. But, sir, let your thoughts incline the most
favorable way, for I have some two hundred dollars of my own, as
well as a horse and pig of such rare qualities that I already begin
to see the fortune they will bring to me." The major now continued
giving such a wonderful account of his animals as excited the
landlord's curiosity, and made him express a desire to see them. And
as nothing so pleased the major as to show his animals to every new
acquaintance, he doffed his uniform, and putting on his suit of
Uxbridge satinet, which rather increased the rotundity of his
figure, sallied forth to the stable, and there found old Battle
quietly eating hay in the stalls, and the pig fast locked up in his
cage. A groom led the limping animal out, and as he hobbled along
the floor, a perfect Bucephalus in the major's eyes, the landlord
could not comprehend how so sensible a gentleman could become so
infatuated with a horse that was as lean as a lantern, unless he be
a knave. But notwithstanding the miserable plight he was in, he soon
began to raise his head and tail, evidently out of regard at seeing
his master, and gave out such other signs of what there was in him,
as convinced the landlord he was a horse of some metal, though he
would not bring an eagle in the market. And here the major commenced
to give an account of the many adventures he had performed with this
noble animal, when the landlord interposed by saying, "I admire your
enthusiasm, major, but as I have no love for practical jokes, you
may put your frame in the stalls, for he will need all the care you
can bestow upon him."

"Pray, sir, reserve your anger, for you have not had time to fully
comprehend his many good qualities," replied the major, not a little
grieved at the landlord's remarks.

He next visited his pig, who rose quickly to his feet, and commenced
making signs of friendship to his master. "This pig, I assure you,
sir," said the major, "was brought up in the care of the clergy, was
the lead pig of one Felix Shulbert, a poor parson, who on losing his
church took to the business of swine driving." The landlord was much
amused at the simplicity with which the major related the history of
this wonderful pig, who now came jumping out of his cage, to the
great delight of numerous bystanders, and cut up so many queer
pranks that they were ready to swear him possessed of the devil. He
would run to the major on hearing his name called; he would turn
somersets; he would walk on his hinder feet; he would point with his
nose to any letter of the alphabet he was commanded; and, no doubt,
with a little more training, he could have delved the mysteries of
destiny with a facility that neither medium nor clairvoyant could
have excelled. If, then, the lookers on were at first delighted,
they now stood amazed, and declared that so sensible an animal had
never before been brought to the city. "I have been told, sir," said
the major with an air of self-satisfaction, "that you have in your
city one Barnum, a man of much note, who is reputed to have become
rich of dealing in deformed monstrosities, and though an honest man
enough as the world goes, has had a strange history written of
himself. And this history, I am told, has been much praised by the
critics, though truly it is nothing but a tissue of certain
deceptions practiced upon a credulous public-"

"You are right, there," interrupted the landlord; "he has made fools
of so many of his fellows, that his imitators regard his tricks as
so many virtues, which the public are ready to applaud. But as your
pig is truly a wonder, you will do well to get him in the hands of
this clever gentleman, for then his fame will be blown trumpet
tongued over the land, people will rush to see him, and the critics,
being well paid, will write all sorts of things of his talents. You
may then let the devil take the rest, which is the way the world
goes."

And while they were thus conversing, this clever man stalked in,
much to the surprise of every one present, though it was said of
him, that he could smell a monstrosity at the distance of a hundred
miles. After fixing his scrutinizing eye upon the animal, and
witnessing several of his tricks, which he performed with great
agility, he commenced casting reflections upon his performances,
saying he had talent enough, but it was of so crude a kind, that he
would require no end of practice before it would do to bring him
before a discriminating audience. As for the critics, it was no hard
matter to keep them right; but it might give rise to a question at
the Press Club, that would seriously endanger its harmony. He,
however, began to inquire what the major thought about terms. To use
a vulgarism very common at this day, he began to "pump him," in
regard to the value of the animal's services. And here I must leave
him for the present.






CHAPTER XXX.

WHICH TREATS OF HOW THE MAJOR RECEIVED THE CALLS OF DISTINGUISHED
PERSONS, AND HOW HE DISCOVERED THE OBJECT OF HIS MISSION.





THE landlord enjoined the major, when they returned to the hotel,
not to think so much of his horse, for he could not render much
service to a military man. As for the pig, he could be depended upon
as a source of revenue in case of need, which quite satisfied him on
the matter of his bill.

The major spent the rest of the morning in receiving calls, for
divers distinguished persons had read his speech in the newspapers,
and were eager to pay homage to one of such rare gifts. Among them
were prominent members of the Chamber of Commerce, who intimated
that he might condescend to make them a speech from the Exchange
steps, on the affairs of the nation; members of the Board of
Brokers; citizens distinguished for their bountiful charities;
members of the Union Club, who suggested that they would propose him
for a member; members of the New York Club, who knew he would like
to become a member of their body, which consisted of distinguished
persons only, and kept the best imported wines and cigars. A person
of lean visage, who constituted himself a delegate from the Century
Club, begged to inform the major that the club was composed of poor
but very respectable literary persons, who eschewed liquors and
cigars, and were about introducing a by-law for the admission of
ladies, which it was hoped would prove a regulator to the good
conduct of all aspiring youths. The club, he knew, would be most
happy to make him a member. A delegation from the Knickerbocker
represented their club as the most cosy place imaginable; as for the
members, they had so strong a turn for literature, that they had
elected a grocer for president, and an actor for secretary. A visit
from him would indeed be held as a high honor; and as it was
strictly forbidden that any member discover inebriation before ten
o'clock, he could not fail of spending a cheerful hour with them.

Each brought some such powerful argument to sustain their
comparative claims to his favorable consideration. He also received
invitations to visit various factories, and become a member of
certain charitable societies for the taking care of widows and
orphans, and poor authors with large families. In truth, one might
have thought they imagined him a man capable of conquering the world
with thirty thousand troops, such was the plentiful pile of
invitations spread over his table. Even Hall wrote to say faro was
played on the square at his establishment, which was visited by none
but gentlemen of fashion and circumstance. Mrs. Wise, too, intimated
in one of the most delicately perfumed billets, that her soirees
were the most select in the city, and if so distinguished a major
would honor her with a call, she would guarantee the rest.

The major had much to say to all who visited him; and though they
listened with particular attention, there was something so strange
about him, that, notwithstanding they would, in the coolness of
their judgment, have set him down for an insane man, they could not
reconcile such a condition of mind with the masterly speech in the
morning papers. They were also much disappointed at his appearance,
for he resembled more a corsair, or a pirate, than a great
politician. And as his coat was threadbare, and his hair short
cropped, many thought him a man who could better maintain his
dignity at a distance, though heaven might send him fortune and
earth give him bounties. But as neither the man of commerce nor the
man of letters were capable of fully appreciating a military genius,
who found his reward in buffets and hardships, and frequently wore
the tattered garments in which he had gained his laurels, it was not
to be expected that his preeminence would be recognized at first
sight by any but his companions in arms. Hence he found
inexpressible pleasure in the calls of several persons, who, though
they had never smelled the perfumery of war, took great delight in
the appellation of generals. One of these was as great a general as
New York was capable of producing, and set much value upon his
valor, though the only columns he was known to have led to battle,
were those of a ponderous newspaper, in which was carefully
preserved all the spice and essence of a wonderful warrior. He could
write destructive three column articles with perfect ease, gave
extensive tea parties to very respectable ladies, had an opinion
ready on all great questions, could get up his choler or his pistol
at the shortest notice, could lay his magnificent pistol away as
quietly as any other man when the occasion for it was over; and he
could, if the nation would only spare him, govern the world with the
same refreshing coolness that he could sip chocolate at Lord
Twaddlepole's table, which was a high honor with him. If, I say,
this good man and excellent general had a weakness, it was for
exhibiting his nakedness with all the embroidery, and for letting
mankind in general know that he had joined the church, which latter
was well enough, seeing that it atoned for numerous bygone
backslidings. And as he stood in his boots, nearly two feet taller
than the major, it was curious to witness the elongation of the
little, rotund figure that stood bowing before him. "I see, sir,"
spoke the general, whose name was Toadytrip, "that you are a
soldier, and belong to the noble profession, in which I flatter
myself I have obtained distinction, though it has fallen short of my
expectations."

The major received the general with becoming courtesy, and after
expressing his gratification at meeting so famous a companion in
arms, inquired as to the wars he had fought in, and what number of
scars he had received.

Toadytrip fussed himself into a state of very general self
sufficiency, and was at first not a little embarrassed; but at
length he replied, that though he had never been in battle, he was
ready to serve him with meal or metal in any of his undertakings.
They now shook hands, and strengthened their friendship over a
little brandy, for the general was an advocate of temperance only
when it applied to others.

"You must know, sir," said the major, "that I am no scurvy fellow,
but a man who has stood the devil knows how much buffeting in
politics. I have made eight and twenty speeches, sir, in a month;
and it was said of me that no man could better them. And if you
would know more of my doings, please refer to my companions in the
Mexican War."

"Your fame makes that unnecessary. To-morrow I give a tea party, and
among the rest of my guests I expect a bishop and a nobleman, who is
traveling over the country. They are both honest men, and as jolly
fellows as can be found in the land. Honor us with your company,
sir, and I warrant you entertainment of no common kind; for there
will not be one of the lower order among my guests, and the high
promotion you have obtained must, I am sure, be the result of many
battles, which my friends will be delighted to hear an account of."
The major was delighted with the compliment, but, as will hereafter
be shown, was not in a condition to honor the general's tea party
with his presence. And the general, having expressed his
gratification at this meeting, took his departure, with many bows
and assurances of friendship. When he was gone, there came several
equally great generals and colonels, though editors of smaller
newspapers; several of these promised him the support of their
columns in any great undertaking he might embark in. This was
especially so with the editors of the Celt, and the Irish Citizen,
both of which gentlemen only asked that he would give them a pledge
not to form an alliance with the English. In addition to this, they
discovered a strong inclination for what was in the bottle, of which
the major gave them to drink, and sent them home happy.

It being now two o'clock, the major ordered a black bombazine frock
coat from Wyman's, and the committee of reception having arrived
with a carriage, he immediately entered it, and was rolled away for
the City Hall, where he was received with much pomp and ceremony by
Don Fernando, who embraced the opportunity to make a speech, such
as, he fancied, Demosthenes never excelled. And the major replied
with his customary rhodomontade. Both considered the event an
extraordinary one, auguring greater things to themselves. It must,
in truth, be said of Don Fernando, that he could receive guests with
a courtliness truly wonderful. I have not, however, thought it
necessary to record his speech here, inasmuch as it bore a strong
resemblance to such as may daily be found in the morning papers.

When they had sufficiently exchanged compliments, Don Fernando took
great pains to show the major several objects of greatest interest
in the Hall, among which was his corpulent chief of police, and a
little man of the name of Sampson Queerquirk, who was his lawyer and
factotum. He then took him by the arm, and they sallied out into a
great hall, the walls of which were hung with portraits of mayors
and other great men. Indeed it seemed as if it were a malady with
mayors to admire their own portraits. The small modicum of vanity
which slumbered in Don Fernando's bosom quickly took fire, and
deeming it the height of discretion not to overlook any thing that
might be of deep interest to so great a visitor, he pleasantly
added, that a portrait of himself would soon enhance the splendors
of the gallery.

And in order to give more perfection to the reception, and to make
it in every way worthy of so great a politician, he had his troop of
worthy policemen drawn up in front of the City Hall, where they
performed a series of marches and counter-marches with such
wonderful precision, that Don Fernando offered to wager a thousand
acres of land in California that a more orderly body of men was not
to be found. The major expressed himself delighted with what he saw
of them. "Indeed, sir," said he, "I am pleased to see that they
carry their clubs like men accustomed to a mighty master. And let
malicious scribblers say what they will of them, I make no doubt
they will either keep or break the peace at your bidding." At this
Don Fernando blushed, but was cautious not to whisper a word about
their agility for smashing skulls, and sleeping at street corners,
which was truly wonderful.

The major returned thanks for the high honor paid him, and taking
leave of Don Fernando, with many assurances of esteem for his great
administrative abilities, repaired to his carriage, and returned to
the hotel, where he met with a misfortune, the quality of which will
be related in the next chapter.






CHAPTER XXXI.

RELATING TO THE APPEARANCE OF AN UNEXPECTED CHARACTER, WHICH
GRIEVOUSLY DISTURBED THE MAJOR'S EQUANIMITY.





As the major entered the great entrance to the St. Nicholas, a well
dressed man of medium size advanced toward him, somewhat nervously,
and fixing a quick, suspicious eye upon him, whispered in his ear
something that caused him to turn pale. Indeed, he seemed confused
and bewildered. Seeing that he had "private" business with the
major, the honorable gentlemen of this reception committee, with
becoming discretion, quietly took their departure. "If you please,
sir," said the man, "there is a little matter of business-these are
delicate matters; but you see, sir, (and I make it as delicate as my
duty will admit,) I treat every one whose acquaintance I make in
this way with indulgence, and more especially men of your standing."

Here the man timorously commenced drawing an ominous looking
document from his coat pocket, but the major interrupted, by
touching him on the arm, and saying, in a whisper, "As you are a man
of discretion, pray deal with me like a gentleman, and just come up
stairs; for I would have you be cautious how you let your business
out."

The man touched his hat, and followed at a respectful distance, and
soon both disappeared into the major's parlor.

"Don't allow yourself to have any fears, sir; for I pledge you no
one will know my business. I may say, for I see you are nervous,
that I pay so many little attentions here, and to politicians,
though not so great as yourself, that most folks fancy me a guest of
the house." The man smiled, and was in no way displeased when he saw
the major feeling for a bottle with something in it. After finding
one, he held it before his eye:

"And now, sir," said he, "hoping to find you the gentleman I take
you for, when you have quaffed a drop of this, which will no doubt
do you good, pray tell me what the matter is, and who it is that
seeks to take advantage of me?"

"Astor House," replied the man, dryly. "The proprietors are as good,
generous fellows as can be found; but they have a way of wanting
their own. They direct me to treat you as becomes a gentleman. And
now, sir, my name is Tom Flanders; and if you will say how you
propose to settle this little affair?"

The major tossed and scratched his head, hitched up his breeches,
and seemed to have rolled his thoughts into a state of deep study,
in which he remained until the visitor's patience was well nigh worn
out.

"My time, if you please to consider it," replied the man, "is
money!" Here he read the writ, and the affidavit affixed thereto.

"Upon my soul," the major replied, drawing his chair nearer the man,
and extending his hand, "we can settle this affair, and be the best
of friends! It's an old stick, but that does not matter; and you
have said the truth of those gentlemen of the Astor, whose courtesy
it was not right of me to forget, though they did me the honor, when
a guest at their house, to say it might suit my position and economy
better to take private board."

"It's only one hundred and thirty-seven dollars and costs. The
interest, they were good enough to say, should be thrown in, which
is something," muttered the man.

There was Mr. Councilman Dinnis Finnigan, alias Greeley Hanniford,
who had "done him out" of the money intended for this very bill.
Perhaps, thought the major, having come councilman, he will feel
like making me an atonement, who knows? "Upon my reputation, sir, I
have hit, (yes, I have,) I have hit on a way of settling this little
matter between us!" said he, with an air of exultation. "There is
one Councilman Finnigan, who not many years ago, (I say it in
confidence,) and when he was an honest Quaker, and went by the name
of Greeley Hanniford, did very unkindly do me out of all my money.
Only the other day I jogged his memory concerning this matter, and
if he is come an honest man, he will consider my needs. And seeing
that the city, in reward for his past deeds, has made him one of its
happy fathers, I take it he has straightened his morals, and become
a good christian."

The major here paused, and then inquired of the official if he would
condescend to accompany him to the residence of Councilman Finnigan.
The officer, in return immediately declared his readiness to proceed
with him; at the same time begged to remind him that the journey
would be to no purpose; for though the city fathers were fond enough
of the city pie, and always made out to keep their fingers in it,
they took good care no one else got a sop of the sauce. As to
expecting justice of Councilman Finnigan for a past wrong, it was as
well to look for gold on Barren Island. They, however, proceeded
together to the house of the councilman, and on finding him at home
immediately communicated their business, to his great surprise. In
truth, the high official immediately began to plead his poverty; and
though he would not hear a word concerning the little affair of the
pocket book, honestly confessed that he had more than once had it in
contemplation to watch a good opportunity, and ask the favor of a
small loan, which he stood much in need of to pay his score at the
Pewter Mug.

I ought to mention that the councilman treated the victim of his
early pranks with much consideration, and after discoursing some
time upon the inconveniences of his attendant poverty, took down his
whiskey, which he said was an indifferent drink to offer so great a
politician, but the best his means would afford. And as it was a
drink much in favor with Father Fogarty, who was a priest of great
learning, and no renegade, as he had been called by the Herald and
Tribune, he hoped he would excuse the rest.

He then explained to him how it was that the city fathers were
proverbially poor. It was all, he said, owing to the parsimony of
the old comptroller, who, when they felt inclined to be liberal to
one another, set himself up for an inquisition. And after expressing
his warmest sympathy for the major's misfortunes, referred him to
Alderman Dan Dooley, who was a great discounter of notes, and did a
favor for a friend now and then, especially when there was a large
return and no uncertainty. The major and his official friend
repaired without delay to the alderman's house. But that gentleman
only had a thousand and one regrets to offer. Nor could Mr.
Councilman Blennerhasset, who represented his distresses as quite
enough for any poor gentleman to manage, render him any material
relief; though the truth of the matter was, that he was up for
Congress, and required all his surplus to purchase votes. The major
now began to discern the complexion of his friends, and set to work
thanking heaven for the mercy of his deliverance from them. In
short, he now felt like a christian captive kicked by an ass; and as
the official began to evince considerable uneasiness, and speak of
the value of his time, the major declared his wits at fault. It
however came suddenly into his head that he would straightway go to
the Astor, and plead his case with the landlord, who being a man of
sympathy, and a christian, would not hear his prayer in vain.
Indeed, he felt it a courtesy due from him, for he remembered how
kindly the host took the disclosure of the misfortune that had made
him a sufferer, which was proof of a man of tender heart. He now
communicated his intention to the official, who begged him to
remember how far his indulgence had already extended. "You see,
sir," said he, "we hold it right to perform favors as bountifully as
circumstances will permit; but unless we get something in return our
children would go naked." The major now discovered the inclinations
of the man, and enjoining him to be comforted, slipped a piece of
gold into his hand. And this quickly proved that such medicine went
to the right place, and was a sure panacea with officials for the
ills of impatience. Indeed, so ready was the official to serve him,
when this medicine had taken effect, that in addition to being
purged of all his impatience, I verily believe he would have
accompanied the major to the devil, (if his inclinations had taken a
turn that way,) so great was his condescension and readiness to
serve him.

They now proceeded to the Astor, where they found the landlord in
his usual good humor, and so glad to see the major that, after
shaking him heartily by the hand, he would fain enter his name upon
the register as a guest at his house. "It is many years since we
met, sir, and fortune, though it has given me no money, has done
something for us both," said the major, when they had sufficiently
exchanged compliments.

"Truly, I am glad to see you looking so well, major; as for the
money, pray do what you can for us; for our house has been a place
of comfort for military men and politicians. And I know you will
take no offence when I say that 'no money' is the cry with which
they raise their voices to us."

"Upon my soul, sir," interrupted the major, swaying his shoulders,
"it is not becoming of them to do so with a man of your generosity."

"You have my thanks," rejoined the landlord, with a smile. "I may
say, we wish our guests well, and do cheerfully what we can to make
the voyage of life pleasant." And while they were thus addressing
one another, and endeavoring to outdo in compliments, the official
took up his position a few paces aside, and amused himself by
twirling on his heel.

"Indulgence well directed, sir," resumed the major, looking askance
at the landlord, "produces wonderful effects. And, sir, if you will
just please to bestow it in this instance, it will settle the little
matter between us, and preserve our friendship. I confess, being a
straightforward, honest man, that too many years have passed since
your great generosity permitted me to become your debtor. But such,
sir, is the condition of my financial affairs, that though I have
popularity enough for any politician, I swear by my military
reputation that I have not now a dollar in my pocket, and as my
wife, Polly Potter, used to say, you can't get butter out of a pine
tree."

"I assure you, sir," rejoined the landlord, "it was not our
intention to give you trouble, and so quiet your apprehensions."

"And now, sir," exclaimed the major, grasping the landlord warmly by
the hand, "I see you are a philosopher; for though you might lock
me up, (being your property in law,) and cause my wife Polly to
bewail my fate, you would also lock up my prospects, which are your
hopes. Remember, sir, I am a soldier who has fought many battles,
and have scars enough to satisfy any man that I am an honorable
gentleman. And I would have you consider, sir, that several of my
friends, (and they are no small men,) have said it might do to try
me in the next presidential contest. And as you are a discreet man,
pray keep before your eyes how easy it would be with a salary of
twenty-five thousand dollars and the edgings, to shuffle off such a
trifle. Consider it well, sir, and you will not let your anxiety
interfere with my prospects, since I am now a man of mark, and shall
at least get a foreign mission, for the vast services I have
rendered the party. And I will share the income with you, if my
children go supperless to bed." The major continued in this manner,
pleading his poverty with the landlord, until he so excited the
goodness of his heart, that he not only regretted having resorted to
law, but actually dispatched the official to his attorney with
orders to forthwith stay proceedings. He also accepted the major's
word of honor for the forthcoming of all demands; and, indeed, would
not be content until he had dined at his house, and recounted the
many deeds of valor he had performed while in Mexico, which he did
over a bottle of old Madeira.






CHAPTER XXXII.

WHICH DESCRIBES WHAT TOOK PLACE WHEN THE MAJOR RETURNED TO THE SAINT
NICHOLAS; WITH AN ACCOUNT OF HOW HE GOT INTO DEBT AT THE ASTOR, AND
VARIOUS OTHER THINGS.





IT was early evening when the major came exultingly into his parlor
at the Saint Nicholas, and after quenching his thirst in a nicely
mixed beverage, for the day was excessively warm, said: "And now,
young man, I own I have not done much for you yet; but you must not
be discomfited, for there is a good time ahead, and I begin to
esteem myself no small diplomatist. Indeed, if you had seen how I
accommodated myself to that affair with the Astor, which threatened
to overthrow all my prospects to-day, you would have seen, sir, that
I am not a man to build castles in the air. No, sir, I hold the
advantage gained over the host of the Astor in the light of a
victory gained over my enemies. And though my private affairs are
somewhat loose in the joints, what matters it, so long as I stand
square in the public eye? Private affairs are private affairs, and I
hold it good philosophy that they have nothing to do with a public
man and his usefulness."

The major here commenced to recount, taking considerable credit to
himself as a diplomatist, how he got the advantage of the landlord.

"I pleaded my poverty while keeping my prospective riches before his
eyes," said he; "and as he was as scrupulous of his character for
generosity as he was of the reputation of his house, I was careful
to enhance the opportunity of flattering both those weaknesses. I
also said, by way of perfecting the thing, that when in the capacity
of foreign minister, I had agreed to correspond with the Courier and
Enquirer, which, notwithstanding it was an almost pious newspaper,
and edited by not less than two famous generals, and the grandson of
a most worthy bishop, who was a poetaster, as well as a man of so
much fashion that he had gained an enviable celerity for writing
sonnets and eulogistic essays in admiration of fair but very faulty
actresses; being the prospective correspondent of this almost pious
newspaper, I consoled the landlord with a promise to write numerous
puffs of his house. My point is carried, and if they like not my
articles, as the critics say, they will at least give me credit for
astuteness, for the man who succeeds is the man in these days!"

"And now, sir," said I, "remember that you promised, as we were
journeying over the road to Barnstable, to renew the history of your
first adventure in New York, in which you were interrupted by the
mischievous boys." And as nothing so much pleased him as to relate
his misfortunes at that time, he went straight into a rhapsody of
joy, fretted his beard, looked quizzically out of his eyes, and
said:

"I have it, sir! I have the exact place. I was, as I am now, on my
way to Washington, in the hope of getting a reward for the services
I had rendered the party; but having lost all my money by one of
these pranks which the gentry of New York practice, and which Mr.
Councilman Finnigan, (I honor him in his present position,) is, no
doubt, skilled in, I had no means either to pay my landlord, or what
certainly was much more, to leave his premises.

"Days and weeks I was a martyr to my doubts and fears, and ate the
good man's meat as if his finger was on my shoulder, and his eye on
my plate. Several times he suggested, in the most gentlemanly
manner, that it would be consulting economy for me to seek private
board. But I should like to see the man who could look a widow
landlady in the face, (unless he intended marrying one of her
daughters,) without a dollar in his pocket. I told the landlord as
much, but he only laughed, and said it was a thing very common at
this day.

"I got up one morning, eat what little my anxiety would admit, went
and sat down upon a seat in the Park, and contemplated the
inclinations of the passers as they rushed by; fixed my eyes upon
the city hall clock, as it struck ten, and thought the policemen
cast an unusually sharp eye at me, as they sauntered by, and puzzled
my brain to find some means of relief, for I had just received a
letter from my wife, Polly, who was in a sad strait at home, which
added to the amount of my own misfortunes. And while I was musing in
this way, a street beggar appeared, and notwithstanding he was well
dressed, demanded alms; and when I told him I had none to give, he
set to cursing me right manfully, which was a custom with such
knaves, who imitated the city fathers in more ways than one. And as
if to show his contempt for one who had no alms to give, the knave
threw me a shilling, which he advised me to spend for the washing of
my linen, which he saw stood in much need of it. Remembering that I
was a politician, I felt mortified enough, and summoning what little
stock of courage I had left, I repaired to the hotel, resolved to be
manly, and ask the loan of twenty dollars or so, just to get me over
my difficulties-that is, to get out of the Astor and into humble
lodgings. Being at that time skilled in the art of making calf
brogans, necessity seemed pointing me to that as the only means of
retrieving my fortunes.

"On entering the hotel, the landlord kindly pointed me to my
baggage, which he had brought down, having much need of his rooms,
and carefully set in the office. This put an end to our
acquaintance, as well as left me without courage enough to request
the loan I had contemplated. I own the whole thing was done with
much shrewdness, and was a decided improvement on being kicked into
the street. But though I was neither a rogue nor a highwayman, I
took up my valise and proceeded into the street, feeling like one
whose dignity was never to be restored to him. After wandering about
for some time, like one crazed with some religious phantasy, I found
myself in front of a little house on Greene Street, with a paper on
the walls, setting forth that lodgings were to be had within. I was
in a mood to find comfort any where, so knocked at the shabby little
door, and was admitted by a negro wench of great fatness, into a
greasy little entry, from whence I was shown into a dingy parlor,
crowded with well worn furniture. The mistress of the house, the
negress said, would soon be home; and pointing me to some books that
stood upon a dusty table, and interposed between a dilapidated sofa
and an old fashioned tˆte-…-tˆte, bid me amuse myself. Then she gave
me a broken fan, and seemed very generally anxious to make me
comfortable. I took a seat in a dyspeptic arm chair, that kept up a
curious clicking, and after waiting for some time, perplexed a
little at first, consoled myself that others had troubles, perhaps
worse than mine. Then I dropped into a nap, and forgot all my cares
until the door bell tinkled, and I awoke, feeling sure the mistress
of the house was arrived; but it turned out to be the boy with the
Evening Post, a journal I always admired for its admirable morals.
Indeed I may say I regard it an excellent journal to read in an hour
of distress, its philosophy being soothingly profound. I seized the
paper, and read from outside to inside, until my courage was quite
restored, and I began humming an air which sent me into the happiest
of moods.

"Presently my eye caught a portrait I fancied to be a likeness of
the landlady, hung with dusty crape upon the wall, and having the
appearance of a specter peering through the mist. I was curious to
see the quality of her beauty, and advancing toward it, parted the
crape in the center, and there beheld a face and bust of such
exquisite loveliness that I felt sure the rogue of a painter must,
in the outpouring of his love for the beautiful, have been trying
his skill at flattering the vanity of some damsel with a likeness of
Haidee. She had the bust of a Venus, and was dressed low enough in
the neck to admit full scope to the devil's fancies. Her face, too,
was so oval that nature could not have added one line more to its
perfection; while her complexion was of deep olive, made ravishing
by the carnatic flush of her cheeks. And she had what poets and lady
novelists call great Italian eyes, beaming lustrous of soul and
energy; and hair that floated in raven blackness over shoulders that
seemed chiseled. I began to think myself the happiest of men, for my
system had always a bit of poetic fire in it. And then these charms,
which had already begun to rob my heart of its peace, were made more
seductive by a calmly resolved and yet pensive expression of
countenance. Indeed, at a second glance, it seemed to approach
melancholy, and bespoke that frame of mind when sorrow feeds most
upon the heart.

"I touched the frame, and instantly it fell to the floor, with a
great noise. And while in the midst of my confusion, a key clicked
in the door, and a lady of stately figure, dressed in deep mourning,
advanced into the parlor, and, being deeply veiled, took a seat upon
the sofa, quite like a stranger. I bowed and said, 'Madam, I am
waiting for the mistress of the house. You are on a similar errand,
I take it?' To which she replied in a voice of peculiar sweetness,
that she was the person, and would have me make known my business.
She then threw back one veil, and then another, until she discovered
a face even more beautiful than that of the portrait I had just
replaced on the wall. I must also mention that she seemed conscious
of her charms, for with an air of much grace and dignity, she raised
her jeweled fingers, so tapering, and smoothed the glossy black hair
over her polished brow, while the diamonds of her bracelets sparkled
through the white ruffles that hung from her wrists.

"'My name, madam,' said I, 'is Major Roger Sherman Potter, commonly
called Major Roger Potter. I make no doubt you have heard of me, for
enough has been said of me in the newspapers. But I will say no more
of that just now, for it does not become a military man to speak of
himself."

"'Your name, sir,' said she, condescending a bow and a smile, 'is
quite familiar. Indeed, if you will pardon it in me, I may say that
I have had great curiosity to see a gentleman so popular, for I was
raised and educated among distinguished people, and am fond of their
society, which I cannot now enjoy, since fortune has treated me
unkindly, and I am not what I was, as you may see by my humble
calling.'

"I begged she would take the most favorable view of her prospects,
and at the same time not feel embarrassed.

"'But tell me, sir,' she resumed, with a look of great earnestness,
'did you come on business for my first husband, Mr. Primrose?'

"Not wishing to make her anxiety painful, (for I am not a man of
evil inclinations,) I discovered my business to her, but said
nothing of the state of my finances.

"'You have my thanks for the condescension you have vouchsafed,
sir,' she replied, evidently much pleased at the prospect of so
famous a lodger; 'but I fear my lodgings are far too humble for one
of your position. They are small, and furnished according to my
scanty means.'

"I at once told her that obscurity was my object, and that it was
enough that there was peace in the house, for I was engaged over a
mighty project, which I could not perfect with so many striving to
do me honor. If she was before pleased, she now became exultant, and
nimbly led the way up two pair of narrow stairs, entering more
freely into conversation, and saying the parlor was at my service
when company called. 'Now these are not large, but comfortable
rooms,' she continued, showing me into a little ten by twelve nook;
'I have six lodgers similarly situated, and they are all genteel
men, doing a large business.' She then began giving me an account of
their various business pursuits, which was so confused and
indefinite as to render it impossible clearly to understand whether
they were bankers, doctors, clergymen, or stock brokers. In truth,
by her own showing, they conversed of stocks, chips, sermons, and
splits, with equal facility. But there was something I could not
exactly understand, in the manner of her thanking God, that though
reduced to this humble style of living she was comfortable, and
expected soon to see the day when she would be restored to the rank
in society from which she had fallen. 'There was, as I am a lady,'
she added, with a look of sorrow shadowing her face, 'a time when
every button on my father's coat cost a dollar, and our family
servants all wore as nice liveries as could be seen in Fifth Avenue,
for we had them changed a number of times, until we got them unlike
any one else's.' She was evidently distressed with some past
trouble; and when I said, 'Madam, I will do myself the honor to
become an inmate of your house,' she seemed so overjoyed that it was
with difficulty she could withhold her tears. On inquiring her name
and what business her husband followed, she replied that her name
was Mrs. Pickle, (she having dropped Primrose for sufficient cause,)
and that of her husband, Mr. Stephen Pickle, of the young American
Banking House of Pickle, Prig, & Flutter, doing business near Wall
Street. We returned to the parlor, and when the valise bearing my
name, which I took good care to keep in sight, was sent up stairs,
and I had told her how the accident to her portrait was caused, she
blushed and was so ready to unbosom her griefs, that she immediately
proceeded to give me an account of herself, and how it was that she
was Mrs. Pickle and Mr. Primrose still living.

"'Pardon me, sir,' said she, 'but as I know you think it strange
that I have adopted this humble calling, I will tell you in brief
how it happened. A change came over my father's fortunes, and from
being a rich and influential merchant, he was, by what is called
endorsing for others, reduced to a state of poverty, and so harassed
by his creditors, who in their grasping for what he had would give
him no chance to retrieve his fortunes, that he put an end to a
miserable existence by hanging himself. My father was a man of
simple tastes, and set a higher value upon his good name than upon
the worldly show which was coming into fashion at that time. With my
mother, it was quite different, for although she was much given to
the church, and subscribed largely for the support of an expensive
clergyman, she had a love of worldly show and ostentation, that not
only reduced my father's means, but grievously distressed him. The
sudden turn in our circumstances produced but little change in my
mother, who set great value upon the good looks she imagined me
possessing; and having some money of her own, we took board with
Mrs. Marmaduke, who kept a boarding house for people of distinction,
in Fifth Avenue, and was famous for the style and luxury of her
establishment, which had been the scene of several rich matrimonial
alliances.

"'Having previously formed the acquaintance of a poor but
respectable young artist and poet, whose kindness and sincerity, as
well as the great love he bore his art, in which he had already
gained celebrity, so won my affections, that it seemed as if I could
be happy with none other. And when my mother discovered how our
inclinations were bent, she forbid him coming to the house. He had
no money, she said, and painters were, in addition to being very
generally fools, a shabby class of men, who were thought little of
among rich merchants, and never took rank in the aristocracy-at
least, not in this country. Putting these things together, she could
not think of giving her consent to an alliance with such a person.
In truth, sir, though my narrative may not interest you, I may
mention that she more than once declared that painters and poets
were such a shiftless set that they ought to be bundled into the sea
together. 'Think! Maria,' she would say, 'of a thing with a weasel
of dirty paints in his hands, and a bit of canvas, cut, may be, from
some old ship's sail, before him, and he trying to get some curious
notion upon it! A pretty person to go into society with, indeed!'
This did not deter me from my purpose, so we would meet in saloons
on Broadway, and exchange our affections, and concert measures for
our mutual relief.

"'Matters proceeded in this way until Mr. Primrose and his friend,
Mr. Sparks, came to the house. They professed to be Englishmen of
wealth and station, educated at Oxford, and acquainted with enough
of the nobility to enable them to mix with our best society.
According to Mr. Sparks, his friend Mr. Primrose, to whom he paid
great deference, had riches enough to purchase a kingdom or two. Mr.
Primrose had a servant in livery, and arms painted on his carriage
door, and the fleetest of horses. My mother was much taken with him,
and Mrs. Marmaduke declared that a more perfect gentleman had never
graced her drawing rooms. He took them both to operas, and balls,
and sleigh rides. And he paid them such court as completely won
their confidence. In truth, they were both so enamored of him, that
they were singing his praises from morning till night. And when he
had sufficiently won them over to him, he commenced paying his
addresses to me, and so earnestly did he press his suit, that my
mother declared it would not do to protract so excellent a chance.
And notwithstanding my hand had been pledged to Milando, which was
the name of the young painter, my mother insisted, and our nuptials
were celebrated, though much against my will. It seems a report,
which my mother did not see fit to contradict, had got out that I
was the only heir to a large estate, which was the prize Mr.
Primrose sought to secure. In two short months the truth was
revealed. I had no dowry, which so disappointed him, that he began
to cast reflections on my poverty, adding that he had been deceived
by the false representations of my artful mother. This gave me so
much pain, that I sought relief for my distress in frequenter
interviews with Milando, who, seeing himself ill treated for his
poverty, resolved to quit a profession in which neglect and distrust
too often repay its votaries, and take to one that would at least
afford him money; which, according to the fashion of the day, was
the only passport into what was called good society.

"'Mr. Sparks quarreled with Mr. Primrose, who was in arrears for
board with Mrs. Marmaduke, and let it out that he was only a knight
of the needle, who had formerly resided in Bermuda, which he left
for a cause it is not worth while to mention here, though he was
skillful enough at making breeches, and getting up odd liveries for
ambitious families. He was missing one morning, and as his friend
Sparks had taken the precaution to precede him, there were so many
inquiries for him at Mrs. Marmaduke's, that it soon became clear he
had left to escape the importunities of his creditors. In truth, he
was declared an impostor, and the whole affair got into the
newspapers, the editors of which set about ferreting out a few of
his exploits, when it was found that the deception practiced upon me
was only one among many, for he had gained a victory over the
affections of several widows, and left no less than three wives to
sorrow. And so skillfully were his exploits performed, that each
victim imagined him the most sincere and devoted of lovers.

"'This sad occurrence, and its publicity, so mortified my mother,
who was harassed with debts she had contracted to keep up
appearances, that she survived it but a month. I was then left like
a hapless mariner tossed on a troubled sea, and with no friend near.
Mrs. Marmaduke made me a mere vassal in her house, and the inmates
treated me as if I were born to be scorned. Milando was my only
hope, my only true friend-the only one to whom I could confide my
heart achings, to whom I could look to save me from a life of shame,
to which remorse had almost driven me. And will you believe that he
invoked a curse, and resolved to leave his profession, (for he could
not live like those shabby men of the newspapers,) to seek means
whereby he could live without struggling in poverty and want. True,
the wealthy gave him orders for paintings, affected great love for
his art, of which they held themselves great patrons when they had
bought two pictures. But, as a general thing, they had most excuses
when he called, and were least ready to pay, which so tried his
proud spirit, that he more than once resigned the pictures to them
rather than be a supplicant for his pay.

"'Necessity at last drove him to painting Venuses for keepers of bar
rooms, who regarded art only as a means to excite the baser passions
of the vulgar. And though he was by this enabled to meet the demands
on his purse, the thought of degrading an art to which he had given
the devotions of his life, grieved him to the heart. He therefore
resolved that, as he could not make it serve the high purpose for
which it was intended, he would abandon it. And when he changed his
profession, he changed his name. He is now Mr. Pickle of the firm I
have before mentioned. We were privately married under that name,
and have since lived as humble as you see us. When we have got money
enough, my husband will return to his profession. And now, sir, pray
adapt yourself to our humble mode of living, and remember that our
home is your home while you remain with us.'"






CHAPTER XXXIII.

WHICH RELATES HOW THE MAJOR DROPPED THE TITLE OF MAJOR, AND TOOK
THAT OF GENERAL; ALSO, HOW HE JOINED THE YOUNG AMERICAN BANKING
HOUSE OF PICKLE, PRIG, & FLUTTER.





"WHEN the lady had enlisted my sympathy by her narrative," continued
the major, "which she related in a voice so sweet and melodious that
I listened to her with unmixed pleasure, the door bell rang, and Mr.
Pickle, a man of straight person and medium height, entered. His
hair was black, and curled down his neck, which was symmetrical.
And, too, his face was singularly expressive, and his features
prominent. In a word, his appearance was prepossessing. And in
addition to dressing in the fashion of the day, he wore many jewels.
His bearing also was graceful; and on entering the room, he
addressed the lady with much courtesy, and called her Maria. She in
turn introduced him to me as her husband. And I must say he seemed
not a little surprised and confused at hearing my name, and inquired
a second time, if I was the Major Roger Potter, of whom so much had
been said in the newspapers? And when I satisfied him on that point,
he became so truly delighted that he immediately engaged me in
conversation concerning the state of the nation, about which he was
well read, and indeed knew so much, that I at once took him for a
politician. But he assured me he was not; and to farther satisfy me,
he commenced a description of the banking and other operations the
Young American Banking House of Pickle, Prig, & Flutter were engaged
in. They had an office near Wall Street, furnished with the finest
desks, carved in black walnut, and Brussels carpets, and stationery
of a quality sufficient to carry on an endless amount of diplomacy.
They had books showing their correspondence with various prominent
bankers in Europe-such as George Peabody, the Rothschilds, Overand,
Gurney, & Co., of London; and Monroe & Co., of Paris. They had cards
printed showing the most respectable references; they had
correspondents in all important towns over the Union, and towns they
had none in were not worthy of so distinguished a consideration.
They had gold mines in Peru and Mexico and California; silver mines
in Chili, and iron mines in Patagonia and Nova Scotia. As to copper
mines, they owned them here and there all the way from Lake Superior
to Cuba and Valparaiso. Indeed, they owned and were agents for such
an innumerable quantity of outlying property, that a country
gentleman, as I was, might have imagined them in possession of at
least one half of South America, and that the only one worth having.
In addition to this, they condescended at times to discount notes,
especially when it was a sure thing, and five per cent. a month was
a matter of no consequence with the holder. They drew bills, too,
and sold exchange on every city in Europe; and would have drawn on
Canton, had they been honored with a demand. In fine, there was not
a city from Constantinople to Oregon, in which they had not a
balance, and were prepared to draw upon. And I verily believe that,
had it been necessary, they would have had a Bedouin Arab for agent
in Egypt. The house now stood much in need of a little ready cash to
steady it on one side, and a prominent name (if coupled with a
military title, so much the better) to prop up its dignity on the
other. Indeed, I discovered from what Pickle said that the dignity
of the house had already begun to tottle a little, and needed a
steadying name and a steadying balance.

"When we had taken supper together, he renewed the conversation,
which finally resulted in his saying that a person so popular as
myself was just such a one as they wanted for partner in their
house. Inquiring what I thought of the matter, he said he would
propose it to the firm, and to-morrow make me a proposal. He also
suggested, that if I would drop the Major, and assume the title of
General-a thing done every day by the greatest of politicians-the
effect would be equal to a large amount of capital. Generals stood
well in Wall Street; generals were excellent men (when endorsed by
bishops) to send abroad to effect loans; generals were capital
fellows to get well out of a financial collapse; in fact, generals
were just the men to get through any sort of difficulty. Society
bowed to a general; the people were charmed by a general; a general
was every thing to a Young American Banking House like that of
Pickle, Prig, & Flutter. No matter how visionary your scheme, you
had only to tie a general to it, and success was certain. If you
could buy up a newspaper or two, so much the better, for then the
general would appear as editor, and be prepared, as was the custom
of the day, to praise every scheme they were engaged in. I thought
the offer very kind of Mr. Pickle, since my affairs were in a
financial collapse; and on the following day met his partners, at
their banking house, which was an exceedingly stylish affair. The
result was, I became a partner in the concern-a silent partner, with
the name and title of General Roger Sherman Potter, Prig holding it
good policy to retain the Sherman, that being a name of great weight
in the banking world.

"The consummation of this being announced in all the newspapers, it
was ordered that I occupy a seat in the office at an immense
mahogany desk, at least three hours a day. I was to have all the
daily papers duly filed at my hand, and to appear immersed in a pile
of correspondence, just received per various foreign arrivals. If a
customer strayed to me, I was to refer him to Flutter, who was the
polite man of the firm, and generally sat in an enclosure of highly
polished walnut railings, at a desk, upon which lay an enormous
ledger he was for ever footing up, and which he at times left with
great reluctance. Sometimes I was directed to refer the customer to
a foreign gentleman who sat demurely at a desk in a corner, engaged
in filling up foreign bills of exchange. In leaving unnoticed much
that the house did, I may mention that it soon got into an extensive
credit; for Flutter, who was a man of extremely good looks and
dress, kept two of the best looking and most expensive female
companions in Twenty-third Street, while Prig had a stud of seven
horses, not one of which could be beat at Harlem; and these
qualifications were excellent passports into the credit of the
banking world of Wall Street. In truth, Flutter would frequently
say, that the very hue and circumstance of their establishment was
such as to make an impression upon, and secure the confidence of,
the most flinty hearted banker; and as love of show was the malady
of the nation, you must make the plaster to suit.

"Pickle was engaged most of the time in outdoor operations, and left
to Prig and Flutter the sole management of the exchanges. And both
being extremely generous men, and fast enough for any thing, they
soon made a large circle of friends, whose paper they were ready to
endorse out of sheer love. I had money enough for all my wants, and
began to think myself the happiest of men. It was also deemed
advisable, and for the advantage of the house, that I should go to
board at the Astor. So, rubbing out the old score, I left my humble
lodgings at Mrs. Pickle's, and returned to my old quarters, where,
on seeing the quality of my pocket, I soon got in high favor with
the landlord, and gave dinners to my friends. We went on swimmingly
for nearly a year, and the Young American Banking House of Pickle,
Prig, Flutter, & Co., it got rumored on the street, had been
wonderfully prosperous. I sent my wife, Polly Potter, enough to live
like a lady, and all the village began t