Part 38 (1/2)
as vel as the best on us! He looks like a rum 'un.”
”And a rum 'un he be, take my word for it,” returned the whip-jack, or sham sailor. ”Look at his rigging--see how he flashes his sticks[33]--those are the tools to rake a three-decker. He's as clever a craft as I've seen this many a day, or I'm no judge.”
The women were equally enchanted--equally eloquent in the expression of their admiration.
”What ogles!” cried a mort.
”What pins!” said an autem mort, or married woman.
”Sharp as needles,” said a dark-eyed dell, who had encountered one of the free and frolicsome glances which our highwayman distributed so liberally among the petticoats.
It was at this crisis d.i.c.k took off his hat. Caesar betrayed his baldness.
”A thousand pities!” cried the men, compa.s.sionating his thinly covered skull, and twisting their own ringlets, glossy and luxuriant, though unconscious of Maca.s.sar. ”A thousand pities that so fine a fellow should have a sconce like a cocoanut!”
”But then his red whiskers,” rejoined the women, tired of the uniformity of thick black heads of hair; ”what a warmth of coloring they impart to his face; and then only look how beautifully bushy they make his cheeks appear!”
La Fosseuse and the court of the Queen of Navarre were not more smitten with the Sieur de Croix's jolly pair of whiskers.
The hawk's eye of Turpin ranged over the whole a.s.semblage. Amidst that throng of dark faces there was not one familiar to him.
Before him stood the upright man, Zoroaster--so was he called--, a st.u.r.dy, stalwart rogue, whose superior strength and stature--as has not unfrequently been the case in the infancy of governments that have risen to more importance than is likely to be the case with that of Lesser Egypt--had been the means of his elevation to his present dignified position. Zoroaster literally _fought_ his way upwards, and had at first to maintain his situation by the strong arm; but he now was enabled to repose upon his hard-won laurels, to smoke ”the calumet of peace,” and quaff his tipple with impunity. For one of gipsy blood, he presented an unusually jovial, liquor-loving countenance: his eye was mirthful; his lip moist, as if from oft potations; his cheek mellow as an Orleans plum, which fruit, in color and texture, it mightily resembled. Strange to say, also, for one of that lithe race, his person was heavy and hebetudinous; the consequence, no doubt, of habitual intemperance. Like Cribb, he waxed obese upon the champions.h.i.+p. There was a kind of mock state in his carriage, as he placed himself before Turpin, and with his left hand twisted up the tail of his dressing-gown, while the right thrust his truncheon into his hip, which was infinitely diverting to the highwayman.
Turpin's attention, however, was chiefly directed towards his neighbor, the ruffler, in whom he recognized a famous impostor of the day, with whose history he was sufficiently well acquainted to be able at once to identify the individual. We have before stated, that a magnificent coal-black beard decorated the chin of this worthy; but this was not all--his costume was in perfect keeping with his beard, and consisted of a very theatrical-looking tunic, upon the breast of which was embroidered, in golden wire, the Maltese cross; while over his shoulders were thrown the folds of an ample cloak of Tyrian hue. To his side was girt a long and doughty sword, which he termed, in his knightly phrase, Excalibur; and upon his profuse hair rested a hat as broad in the brim as a Spanish sombrero.
Exaggerated as this description may appear, we can a.s.sure our readers that it is not overdrawn; and that a counterpart of the sketch we have given of the ruffler certainly ”strutted his hour” upon the stage of human life, and that the very ancient and discriminating city of Canterbury--to which be all honor--was his theatre of action. His history is so far curious, that it exemplifies, more strongly than a thousand discourses could do, how p.r.o.ne we are to be governed by appearances, and how easily we may be made the dupes of a plausible impostor. Be it remembered, however, that we treat of the eighteenth century, before the march of intellect had commenced; we are much too knowing to be similarly practised upon in these enlightened times. But we will let the knight of Malta, for such was the t.i.tle a.s.sumed by the ruffler, tell his own story in his own way hereafter; contenting ourselves with the moral precepts we have already deduced from it.
Next to the knight of Malta stood the whip-jack, habited in his sailor gear--striped s.h.i.+rt and dirty canvas trousers; and adjoining him was the palliard, a loathsome tatterdemalion, his dress one heap of rags, and his discolored skin one ma.s.s of artificial leprosy and imposthumes.
As Turpin's eye s.h.i.+fted from one to another of these figures, he chanced upon an individual who had been long endeavoring to arrest his attention. This personage was completely in the background. All that d.i.c.k could discern of him was a brown curly head of hair, carelessly arranged in the modern mode; a handsome, impudent, sun-freckled face, with one eye closed, and the other occupied by a broken bottle-neck, through which, as a subst.i.tute for a lorgnette, the individual reconnoitered him. A c.o.c.ked hat was placed in a very _degagee_ manner under his arm, and he held an ebony cane in his hand, very much in the style of a ”_fa.s.sionable_,” as the French have it, of the present day.
This glimpse was sufficient to satisfy Turpin. He recognized in this whimsical personage an acquaintance.
Jerry Juniper was what the cla.s.sical Captain Grose would designate a ”gentleman with three outs,” and, although he was not entirely without wit, nor, his a.s.sociates avouched, without money, nor, certainly, in his own opinion, had that been asked, without manners; yet was he a.s.suredly without shoes, without stockings, without s.h.i.+rt. This latter deficiency was made up by a voluminous cravat, tied with proportionately large bows. A jaunty pair of yellow breeches, somewhat faded; a waistcoat of silver brocade, richly embroidered, somewhat tarnished and lack-l.u.s.tre; a murrey-colored velvet coat, somewhat chafed, completed the costume of this beggar Brummell, this mendicant macaroni!
Jerry Juniper was a character well known at the time, as a constant frequenter of all races, fairs, regattas, s.h.i.+p-launches, bull-baits, and prize-fights, all of which he attended, and to which he transported himself with an expedition little less remarkable than that of Turpin.
You met him at Epsom, at Ascot, at Newmarket, at Doncaster, at the Roodee of Chester, at the Curragh of Kildare. The most remote as well as the most adjacent meeting attracted him. The c.o.c.k-pit was his constant haunt, and in more senses than one was he a _leg_. No opera-dancer could be more agile, more nimble; scarcely, indeed, more graceful, than was Jerry, with his shoeless and stockingless feet; and the manner in which he executed a pirouette, or a pas, before a line of carriages, seldom failed to procure him ”golden opinions from all sorts of dames.” With the ladies, it must be owned, Jerry was rather upon too easy terms; but then, perhaps, the ladies were upon too easy terms with Jerry; and if a bright-eyed fair one condescended to jest with him, what marvel if he should sometimes slightly transgress the laws of decorum. These aberrations, however, were trifling; altogether he was so well known, and knew everybody else so well, that he seldom committed himself; and, singular to say, could on occasions even be serious. In addition to his other faculties, no one cut a sly joke, or trolled a merry ditty, better than Jerry. His peculiarities, in short, were on the pleasant side, and he was a general favorite in consequence.
No sooner did Jerry perceive that he was recognized, than, after kissing his hand, with the air of a _pet.i.t-maitre_, to the highwayman, he strove to edge his way through the crowd. All his efforts were fruitless; and, tired of a situation in the rear rank, so inconsistent, he conceived, with his own importance, he had recourse to an expedient often practised with success in harlequinades, and not unfrequently in real life, where a flying leap is occasionally taken over our heads. He ran back a few yards to give himself an impetus, returned, and, placing his hands upon the shoulders of a stalwart vagabond near to him, threw a summerset upon the broad cap of a palliard, who was so jammed in the midst that he could not have stirred to avoid the shock; thence, without pausing, he vaulted forwards, and dropped lightly upon the ground in front of Zoroaster, and immediately before the highwayman.
d.i.c.k laughed immoderately at Jerry's manuvre. He shook his old chum cordially by the hand, saying, in a whisper, ”What the devil brings you here, Jerry?”
”I might retort, and ask you that question, Captain Turpin,” replied Jerry, _sotto voce_. ”It is odd to see me here, certainly--quite out of my element--lost amongst this _canaille_--this Canting Crew--all the fault of a pair of gipsy eyes, bright as a diamond, dark as a sloe. You comprehend--a little affair, ha! Liable to these things. Bring your ear closer, my boy; be upon your guard--keep a sharp look out--there's a devil of a reward upon your head--I won't answer for all those rascals.”
”Thank you for the hint, Jerry,” replied d.i.c.k, in the same tone. ”I calculated my chances pretty nicely when I came here. But if I should perceive any symptoms of foul play--any attempt to snitch or nose, amongst this pack of peddlers--I have a friend or two at hand, who won't be silent upon the occasion. Rest a.s.sured I shall have my eye upon the gnarling scoundrels. I won't be sold for nothing.”
”Trust you for that,” returned Juniper, with a wink. ”Stay,” added he; ”a thought strikes me. I have a scheme _in petto_ which may, perhaps, afford you some fun, and will, at all events, insure your safety during your stay.”
”What is it?” asked d.i.c.k.
”Just amuse yourself with a flirtation for a moment or two with that pretty damsel, who has been casting her ogles at you for the last five minutes without success, while I effect a master-stroke.”