The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 2. (of 2)Jerrold, Blanchard
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The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 2. (of 2)
Jerrold, Blanchard
Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878
essentially ‘jolly’ old gentleman, full physically of humorous action
and impulsive gesticulation, imitatively illustrating the anecdotes
he related; somewhat dogged in assertion and combative in argument;
strong-rooted as the oldest of old oaks in old true British prejudices;
decidedly eccentric, obstinate, and whimsical; but in every word and
deed a God-fearing, queen-honouring, truth-loving, honest man.
“This was the famous George Cruikshank, caricaturist, social satirist
and moralist, illustrator of books, engraver on steel and copper,
draughtsman on wood, painter in oils and water-colours, the doughtiest
champion, in his degree, of the temperance cause; and, albeit his
‘foaming bowl’ was for many years replenished only from the pump, the
Prince of Good Fellows.”
The Prince of Good Fellows looked very much as his later friends
remembered him, some five-and-thirty years ago, as I can well remember.
The ingeniously arranged _chevelure_ was within artful elastic bands
drawn over the skull, when I was a boy. I was one of many youngsters who
would creep round his chair clay pipe in his mouth (he always smoked a
long clay pipe while he smoked at all) and his brandy-and-water before
him, talking loudly and eagerly, gesticulating like a Frenchman, and
turning now one ear and now the other, to catch the conversation of the
company. A man incapable of rest, with a swift, glancing, steely eye, a
mobile mouth, and a grotesquely fierce general aspect, aggravated by
the hook-nose, which was awry; prodigal in the matters of whisker,
shirt-collar, and wristband; old-fashioned enough, even in the year
1845, to strike boys. *
* George Cruikshank was very careful about any portrait of
him that was drawn or painted. One in coloured chalks by his
friend Mill, that hung in his Amwell Street studio,
satisfied him entirely. The eyes were at their fiercest, and
the whiskers were superb. One day, when Cruikshank was
illustrating Scott, Mr. Lockhart called, and, remarking the
portrait, said drily, “I saw a man, very like that, in
Italy, executed for murder.” Some people would have been
offended, but Cruikshank was delighted. He affected the
brigand look.
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