Volume I Part 26 (1/2)
A friend is anxious to awaken Mr. Jerrold's sympathies in behalf of a mutual acquaintance who is in want of a round sum of money. But this mutual friend has already sent his hat about among his literary brethren on more than one occasion. Mr. ----'s hat is becoming an inst.i.tution, and friends were grieved at the indelicacy of the proceeding. On the above occasion, the bearer of the hat was received with evident dissatisfaction. ”Well,” said Douglas Jerrold, ”how much does ---- want this time?”--”Why, just a four and two noughts will, I think, put him straight,” the bearer of the hat replied.
_Jerrold_--”Well, put me down for one of the noughts.”
”The Chain of Events,” playing at the Lyceum Theatre, though unsuccessful, is mentioned. ”Humph!” said Douglas Jerrold, ”I'm afraid the manager will find it a door-chain strong enough to keep everybody out of the house,”--and so it proved.
Douglas Jerrold is seriously disappointed with a certain book written by one of his friends, and has expressed his disappointment.
_Friend_--”I have heard that you said ---- was the worst book I ever wrote.” _Jerrold_--”No, I didn't; I said it was the worst book anybody ever wrote.”
A supper of sheep's-heads is proposed, and presently served. One gentleman present is particularly enthusiastic on the excellence of the dish, and, as he throws down his knife and fork, exclaims, ”Well, sheep's-heads for ever, say I!” _Jerrold_--”There's egotism!”
During a stormy discussion, a gentleman rises to settle the matter in dispute. Waving his hands majestically over the excited disputants, he begins: ”Gentlemen, all I want is common sense.”--”Exactly,” says Douglas Jerrold, ”that is precisely what you _do_ want.”
But the Museum Club was broken up by troubled spirits. Then succeeded the Hooks and Eyes; then the Club, a social weekly gathering, which Jerrold attended only three weeks before his death. Hence some of his best sayings went forth.
Jerrold ordered a bottle of old port; ”not _elder_ port,” he said.
Walking to his Club with a friend from the theatre, some intoxicated young gentleman reeled up to the dramatist and said, ”Can you tell me the way to the Judge and Jury?”--”Keep on as you are, young gentleman,” was the reply; ”you're sure to overtake them.”
Asking about the talent of a young painter, his companion declared that the youth was mediocre. ”Oh!” was the reply, ”the very worst ochre an artist can set to work with.”
”The laughing hours, when these poor gatherings,” says Mr. Blanchard Jerrold, ”fell from the well-loaded branch, are remembered still in the rooms of Our Club; and the hearty laugh still echoes there, and will, it is my pride to believe, always live in the memory of that genial and refined circle.”
The Whittington Club originated in 1846, with Douglas Jerrold, who became its first President. It was established at the Crown and Anchor Tavern in the Strand; where, in the ball-room, hung a picture of Whittington listening to Bow-bells, painted by Newenham, and presented to the Club by the President. All the Club premises were destroyed by fire in 1854; the picture was not saved, but fortunately it had been cleverly engraved. The premises have been rebuilt, and the Club still flourishes.
CHESS CLUBS.
The Clubs in various parts of the Metropolis and the suburbs, where Chess, and Chess only, forms the staple recreation of the members, are numerous. We must, however, confine ourselves to the historical data of the early Clubs, which record the introduction of the n.o.ble game in the Metropolis.
In 1747, the princ.i.p.al if not the only Chess-Club in the Metropolis met at Slaughter's Coffee-house, St. Martin's-lane. The leading players of this Club were--Sir Abraham Janssen, Philip Stamma (from Aleppo), Lord G.o.dolphin, Lord Sunderland, and Lord Elibank; Cunningham, the historian; Dr. Black and Dr. Cowper; and it was through their invitation that the celebrated Philidor was induced to visit England.
Another Club was shortly afterwards founded at the Salopian Coffee-house, Charing Cross: and a few years later, a third, which met next door to the Thatched House Tavern, in St. James's-street. It was here that Philidor exhibited his wonderful faculty for playing blindfold; some instances of which we find in the newspapers of the period:--
”Yesterday, at the Chess-Club in St. James's-street, Monsieur Philidor performed one of those wonderful exhibitions for which he is so much celebrated. He played _three different games at once_ without seeing either of the tables. His opponents were Count Bruhl and Mr. Bowdler (the two best players in London), and Mr. Maseres. He defeated Count Bruhl in one hour and twenty minutes, and Mr. Maseres in two hours; Mr. Bowdler reduced his games to a drawn battle in one hour and three-quarters. To those who understand Chess, this exertion of M.
Philidor's abilities must appear one of the greatest of which the human memory is susceptible. He goes through it with astonis.h.i.+ng accuracy, and often corrects mistakes in those who have the board before them.”
In 1795, the veteran, then nearly seventy years of age, played three blindfold matches in public. The last of these, which came off shortly before his death, we find announced in the daily newspapers thus:--
”CHESS-CLUB, 1795. PARSLOE'S, ST. JAMES'S STREET.
”By particular desire, Mons. Philidor, positively for the last time, will play on Sat.u.r.day, the 20th of June, at two o'clock precisely, three games at once against three good players; two of them without seeing either of the boards, and the third looking over the table. He most respectfully invites all the members of the Chess-Club to honour him with their presence. Ladies and gentlemen not belonging to the Club may be provided with tickets at the above-mentioned house, to see the match, at five s.h.i.+llings each.”
Upon the death of Philidor, the Chess-Clubs at the West-end seem to have declined; and in 1807, the stronghold and rallying-point for the lovers of the game was ”The London Chess-Club,” which was established in the City, and for many years held its meetings at Tom's Coffee-house, in Cornhill. To this Club we are indebted for many of the finest chess-players of the age.
About the year 1833, a Club was founded by a few amateurs in Bedford-street, Covent Garden. This establishment, which obtained remarkable celebrity as the arena of the famous contests between La Bourdonnais and M'Donnell, was dissolved in 1840; but shortly afterwards, through the exertions of Mr. Staunton, was reformed under the name of the ”St. George's Club,” in Cavendish-square.
APPENDIX.
ALMACK'S.
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Captain Gronow, writing in 1814, says: ”At the present time, one can hardly conceive the importance which was attached to getting admission to Almack's, the seventh heaven of the fas.h.i.+onable world.” Of the three hundred officers of the Foot Guards, not more than half-a-dozen were honoured with vouchers of admission to this exclusive temple of the _beau monde_; the gates of which were guarded by lady patronesses, whose smiles or frowns consigned men and women to happiness or despair. These lady patronesses were the Ladies Castlereagh, Jersey, Cowper, and Sefton; Mrs. Drummond Burrell, now Lady Willoughby; the Princess Esterhazy, and the Countess Lieven.