The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 1. (of 2)Jerrold, Blanchard
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The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 1. (of 2)
Jerrold, Blanchard
Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878
The establishment in Amwell Street was strengthened, soon after its
establishment, by the addition of one Joseph Sleap, the son of the
Finchley carrier. Joe was as eccentric as his master. Originally
employed as a help in the kitchen and a page in the parlour, he at
once began to devour any book that came within his reach. He became a
ravenous student of literature. Then he took to water-colour drawing,
and in the end made sketches from nature in the neighbourhood
(Pentonville was almost in the country in those days), for which he
found a brisk sale. His abilities soon caused his promotion from the
kitchen, to the studio, where he helped to bite up the plates. His
devotion, his artistic skill, and the extraordinary capacity for storing
up knowledge which Joe discovered, won his way to George Cruikshank’s
heart, and he became his confidential friend. The only drawback
to Joe was his somnolent habits. He was patient, quiet,
undemonstrative--qualities which galled Cruikshank, whose energy was
vehement and sleepless. * “What would I not give for some of your uncle’s
devil?” said the carrier’s eccentric son to George Cruikshank’s young
nephew. But Joe went the wrong way to work. He became an opium-eater.
He lived and worked, and still read on in a dream. On Cruikshank’s
recommendation Joe was employed by Thackeray, when he etched his own
designs, to bite up. “George,” cried the novelist one day, “Joe knows a
great deal more than you or I.”
* Another of Cruikshank’s journeymen,--Sands, the engraver,
who bit up his steel plates for him,--was recommended to
Thackeray. But Sands was a difficult man to deal with, and
he was dismissed. He rushed to Amwell Street for comfort. He
complained bitterly of the treatment he had received, adding
that Thackeray owed him for a “glass,” a “pint,” and a
“quart.” Cruikshank thought they had been drinking. But the
“glass” was a magnifying one, the “pint,” an etching point,
and the “quart” a quarto plate!
Poor Joe’s end was a dismal one. He was found one night dead upon a
doorstep, poisoned with an overdose of his drug!
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