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self and his brother, left without the control of guardians, and without support, had taken to bad courses.
On hearing this report, Schroll rapidly worsened ; and he unfolded to a young clergyman his whole unfortunate history. About midnight, he sent again in great baste for the clergyman. He came. But at sight of him Schroll stretched out his hands in extremity of horror, and waved him away from his presence ; but before his signals were complied with, the wretched man had expired in convulsions.
From his horror at the sight of the young clergyman, and from the astonishment of the clergyman himself, on arriving and hearing that he had already been seen in the sick-room, it was inferred that his figure had been assumed for fiendish purposes.
The dice and the strange cavalier disappeared at the same time with their wretched victim, and were seen no more.
THE KING OF HAYTI.
FROM THE GERMAN.
Six weeks after his death stood the bust of the late stamp-distributor Goodchild, exposed to public view in the china-manufactory of L-For what purpose ? Simply for this, — that he might call heaven and earth to witness, that, allowing for some little difference in the colors, he looked just as he did heretofore in life: a proposition which his brother and heir, Mr. Goodchild the merchant, flatly denied. For this denial Mr. Goodchild had his private reasons. “ It is true," said he, “my late brother, the stamp-distributor, God rest him! did certainly bespeak three dozen copies of his own bust at the china-works; but surely he bespoke them for his use in this life, and not in the next. His intention, doubtless, was to send a copy to each of those loose companions of his who helped him to run through his fine estate: natural enough for him to propose as a spendthrift, but highly absurd for me to ratify as executor to so beggarly an inheritance; and therefore assuredly I shall not throw so much money out of the windows."
This was plausible talking to all persons who did not happen to know that the inheritance amounted to twentyfive thousand dollars ; and that the merchant Goodchild,
as was unanimously affirmed by all the Jews, both Christian and Jewish, in L-, weighed, moreover, in his own person, independently of that inheritance, one entire ton of gold.
The Ostensible Reason.
The china-works would certainly never have been put off with this allegation; and therefore, by the advice of his attorney, he had in reserve a more special argument why he ought not to pay for the six-and-thirty busts. “My brother,” said he, “may have ordered so many copies of his bust. It is possible. I neither affirm nor deny. Busts may be ordered, and my brother may have ordered them. But what then? I suppose all men will grant that he meant the busts to have some resemblance to himself, and by no means to have no resemblance. But now, be it known, they have no resemblance to him. Ergo, I refuse to take them. One word 's as good as a thousand.”
“In the second place ” — Dinner is on the Table.
But this one word, no, nor a thousand such, would satisfy Mr. Whelp, the proprietor of the china-works; so he summoned Mr. Goodchild before the magistracy. Unfortunately, Mr. Whelp's lawyer, in order to show his ingenuity, had filled sixteen folio pages with an introductory argument, in which he labored to prove that the art of catching a likeness was an especial gift of God, bestowed on very few portrait-painters and sculptors; and which, therefore, it was almost impious and profane to demand of a mere uninspired baker of porcelain. From this argu
ment he went on to infer à fortiori in the second place, that where the china-baker did hit the likeness, and had done so much more than could lawfully be asked of him, it was an injustice that would cry aloud to heaven for redress, if, after all, his works were returned upon his hands; especially where, as in the present instance, so much beauty of art was united with the peculiar merit of a portrait. It was fatal, however, to the effect of this argument, that just as the magistrate arrived at.
.6 In the second place,” — his servant came in and said, “If you please, sir, dinner is on the table.” Naturally, therefore, conceiving that the gite of the lawyer's reasoning was to defend the want of resemblance as an admitted fact, which it would be useless to deny, the worthy magistrate closed the pleadings, and gave sentence against Mr. Whelp, the plaintiff.
The Professional Verdict. Mr. Whelp was confounded at this decree; and as the readiest means of obtaining a revision of it, he sent in to the next sitting of the bench a copy of the bust, which had previously been omitted. As bad luck would have it, however, there happened on this occasion to be present an artist who had a rancorous enmity both to Mr. Whelp and to the modeller of the bust. This person, being asked his opinion, declared without scruple, that the bust was as wretched a portrait as it was lamentable in its pretensions as a work of art, and that his youngest pupil would not have had the audacity to produce so infamous a performance, unless he had an express wish to be turned neck and heels out of his house.
Upon this award of the conscientious artist — out of
regard to his professional judgment — the magistracy thought fit to impose silence upon their own senses, which returned a very opposite award : and thus it happened that the former decision was affirmed. Now, certainly, Mr. Whelp had his remedy: he might appeal from the magistrate's sentence. But this he declined. “No, no," said he, “I know what I'm about: I shall want the magistrate once more; and I must n't offend him. I will appeal to public opinion : that shall decide between me and the old rogue
a merchant.” And precisely in this way it was brought about, that the late stamp-distributor Goodchild came to stand exposed to the public view in the centre window of the china-manufactory.
At the corner of this china-manufactory a beggar had his daily station, which, except for his youth, which was now and then thrown in his teeth, was indeed a right pleasant sinecure. To this man Mr. Whelp promised a handsome present if he would repeat to him in the evening what the passers-by had said of the bust in the day-time. Accordingly at night the beggar brought him the true and comfortable intelligence, that young and old had unanimously pronounced the bust a most admirable likeness of the late stamp-distributor Goodchild. This report was regularly brought for eight days: on the eighth Mr. Whelp was satisfied, and paid off his commissioner, the beggar.
The next morning Mr. Whelp presented himself at Mr. Goodchild's to report the public approbation of his brother's bust.