The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 3, March, 1852Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 3, March, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Furthermore, that the adventurer might lack no possible advantage
towards a fair start in life, this excellent old dame gave him a token,
by which he was to introduce himself to a certain magistrate, member of
the council, merchant, and elder of the church (the four capacities
constituting but one man), who stood at the head of society in the
neighboring metropolis. The token was neither more nor less than a
single word, which Mother Rigby whispered to the scarecrow, and which
the scarecrow was to whisper to the merchant.
"Gouty as the old fellow is, he'll run thy errands for thee, when once
thou hast given him that word in his ear," said the old witch. "Mother
Rigby knows the worshipful Justice Gookin, and the worshipful Justice
knows Mother Rigby!"
Here the witch thrust her wrinkled face close to the puppet's, chuckling
irrepressibly, and fidgeting all through her system, with delight at the
idea which she meant to communicate.
"The worshipful Master Gookin," whispered she, "hath a comely maiden to
his daughter! And hark ye, my pet! Thou hast a fair outside, and a
pretty wit enough of thine own. Yea; a pretty wit enough! Thou wilt
think better of it when thou hast seen more of other people's wits. Now,
with thy outside and thy inside, thou art the very man to win a young
girl's heart. Never doubt it! I tell thee it shall be so. Put but a bold
face on the matter, sigh, smile, flourish thy hat, thrust forth thy leg
like a dancing-master, put thy right hand to the left side of thy
waistcoat, and pretty Polly Gookin is thine own!"
All this while, the new creature had been sucking in and exhaling the
vapory fragrance of his pipe, and seemed now to continue this occupation
as much for the enjoyment it afforded, as because it was an essential
condition of his existence. It was wonderful to see how exceedingly like
a human being it behaved. Its eyes (for it appeared to possess a pair)
were bent on Mother Rigby, and at suitable junctures, it nodded or shook
its head. Neither did it lack words proper for the occasion.--"Really!
Indeed! Pray tell me! Is it possible! Upon my word! By no means! Oh! Ah!
Hem!"--and other such weighty utterances as imply attention, inquiry,
acquiescence, or dissent, on the part of the auditor. Even had you stood
by, and seen the scarecrow made, you could scarcely have resisted the
conviction that it perfectly understood the cunning counsels which the
old witch poured into its counterfeit of an ear. The more earnestly it
applied its lips to the pipe, the more distinctly was its human likeness
stamped among visible realities; the more sagacious grew its expression;
the more lifelike its gestures and movements; and the more intelligibly
audible its voice. Its garments, too, glistened so much the brighter
with an illusory magnificence. The very pipe, in which burned the spell
of all this wonderwork, ceased to appear as a smoke-blackened earthen
stump, and became a meerschaum, with painted bowl and amber mouthpiece.
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