The Essays of Douglas JerroldJerrold, Douglas William
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The Essays of Douglas Jerrold
Jerrold, Douglas William
English essays -- 19th century
Mr Wieland is a gentleman of the most retired and simple manners. After
the severest rehearsals of a new devil he has been known to recreate
himself in the enclosure of St James’s Park; and further, to illustrate
his contemplative and benevolent habits, by flinging to the various
water-fowl in the canal—by-the-way, in imitation of a great regal
authority—fragments of cake and biscuits. His dress is of the plainest
kind, being commonly a snuff-coloured coat buttoned up to the neck; a
white cravat, drab small-clothes, and drab knee-gaiters. A gold-headed
cane, said to have been in the possession of Cornelius Agrippa, is
sometimes in his hand. He is occasionally induced to take a pinch of
snuff, but was never seen to smoke. His face is as well known at the
British Museum as are the Elgin Marbles, Mr Wieland having for some
years been employed on a new edition of the _Talmud_. Although a German
by birth, Mr Wieland speaks English with remarkable purity, having had
the advantage of early instruction in our language from a British
dramatist, who, driven from the stage by the invasion of French pieces,
sought to earn his precarious bread as a journeyman doll-maker with Mr
Wieland, senior. We could enter into further particulars, but shall
commit a violence upon ourselves, and here wind up what we trust will
henceforth prove a model for all stage biographers.
The inquiring reader may possibly desire to learn how we became
possessed of the valuable documents from which the above narrative is
gathered. To this we boldly make answer; we blush not, while we avow,
that our dear friend Dullandry has a most careless habit of carrying his
most valuable communications for _The Wet Blanket_ in his coat pocket;
and that only on Thursday last we overtook him, with his papers peeping
from their sanctuary, when—when, in a word, the temptation was too much
for us, and the consequence is, that the reader has “some account of a
stage devil.”
Why should all dramatic truths be confined to the impartial and original
pages of _The Wet Blanket_?
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FIRESIDE SAINTS
ST DOLLY
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