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catch at the shadow, by an act of unquestionable credit with the
subject, and high utility to the king’s service. For that
purpose, he had recourse to the emperor Galba’s contrivance,
consisting in a forced regurgitation of ill-gotten spoils from
individuals who had made large fortunes, hell and their own
consciences knew best how, in the superintendence of the royal
expenditure. When he had squeezed these spunges till they were
dry again, and had filled the king’s coffers with the drainings,
he undertook to render the reform permanent by abolishing all
pensions, not excepting his own, and curtailing the gratuities
too frequently bestowed on favourites out of the prince’s privy
purse. To succeed in this design, which he could not carry into
effect without changing the face of the government, he charged me
with the composition of a new state paper, furnishing the
substance and the form from his own idea. He then advised me to
raise my style as much as possible above the level of my ordinary
simplicity, and to give an air of more eloquence to my
phraseology. A hint is sufficient, my lord, said I; your
excellency wishes to unite sublimity with illumination, and it
shall be so I shut myself up in the same closet where I had
already worked so successfully, and sat down stiffly to my task,
first calling to my aid the lofty and clear perceptions, the
noble and sonorous expressions, of my old instructor, the
archbishop of Grenada.
I began by laying it down as a first maxim of political
philosophy, that the vital functions, the respiration as it were
of all monarchy, depended on the strict administration of the
finances; that in our particular case that duty became
imperiously urgent, irresistibly impressing on our consciences;
and that the revenue should be considered as the nerves and
sinews of Spain, to hold her rivals in check and keep her enemies
in awe. After this general declamation, I pointed out to the
sovereign, for to him the memorial was addressed, that by cutting
down all pensions and perquisites dependent on the ordinary
income, he would not thereby deprive himself of that truly royal
pleasure, a princely munificence towards those of his subjects
who had established a fair claim to his favours; because without
drawing upon his treasury, he had the means of distributing more
acceptable rewards; that for one branch of service, there were
viceroyalties, lieutenancies, orders of merit, and all sorts of
military commissions: for another, high judicial situations with
salaries annexed, civil offices of magistracy with sounding
titles to give them consequence; and though last, not least, all
the temporal possessions of the church to animate the piety of
its spiritual pastors.
This memorial, which was much longer than the first, occupied me
nearly three days; but as luck would have it, my performance was
exactly to my master’s mind, who finding it written with
sententious cogency, and bristled up with metaphors in the
declamatory parts, complimented me in the highest terms That is
vastly well expressed indeed! said he, laying his finger on a
passage here and there, and picking out all the most inflated
sentences he could find that language bears the stamp of fine
composition, and might pass for the production of a classic.
Courage, my friend! I foresee that your services will be worth
their weight in gold. And yet, notwithstanding the applauses he
lavished on my classical composition, a few of his own
heightening touches, he thought, would make it read still better.
He put a good deal of his own stuff into it, and the medley was
manufactured into a piece of eloquence which was considered as
unanswerable by the king and all the court. The whole city joined
in opinion with the higher orders, deriving the most flattering
hopes of the future from these grand promises, and concluding
that the monarchy must re cover its pristine splendour during the
ministry of so illustrious a character. His excellency, finding
that my sermon on economy was fraught with practical inferences
of utility to him, was kind enough to wish that I should profit
by the exercise of my own talents. In conformity therefore with
his new system of patronage, he gave me an annuity of five
hundred crowns on the commandery of Castile; and the acceptance
of it was so much the more palatable, as no dirty work had been
done for it, but it was honestly, though cheaply, earned.
CH. VII. — Gil Blas meets with his friend Fabricio once more;
the accident, place, and circumstances described; with the
particulars of their conversation together.
NOTHING gave his lordship greater pleasure than to hear the
general decision of Madrid on the conduct of his administration.
Not a day passed but he inquired what they were saying of him in
the political world. He kept spies in pay, to bring him an exact
account of what was going on in the city. They particularized the
most trivial discourses which they overheard; and their orders
being to suppress nothing, his self-love was grazed now and then,
for the people have a way of bolting out home truths, without any
nice calculation where they may glance.
Finding that the count loved political small talk, I made it my
business to frequent places of public resort after dinner, and to
chime in with the conversation of genteel people whenever
opportunity offered. Should the measures of government happen to
be canvassed among them, I pricked up my ears, and greedily took
in their discourse; if anything worth repeating was said, his
excellency was sure to hear of it. It can scarcely be necessary
to hint, that I never carried home anything which was not likely
to pay for the porterage.
One day, returning from one of these little conversational
parties, my road lay in front of an hospital. It occurred to me
to go in. I walked through two or three wards, filled with
diseased patients, and examined their beds to see that they were
properly taken care of. Among these unhappy wretches, whom I
could not look at without the most painful feelings, I observed
one whose features struck me: it surely could be no other than
Fabricio, my countryman and chum! To look at him more closely, I
drew near his bedside, and finding beyond a possibility of doubt
that it was the poet Nunez, I stopped to look at him for a few
seconds without saying a word. He also fixed his regards on me.
At length breaking silence: Do not my eyes deceive me? said I. Is
it indeed Fabricio, and here? It is indeed, answered he, coldly,
and you need not wonder at it. Since we parted, I have been
working indefatigably at the trade of an author: I have written
novels, play; and works of genius in every department. My brain
is fairly spun out, and here I am.
I could not help laughing at such a sketch of literary biography;
and still more at the serious air of the accompanying action.
What! cried I, has your muse brought you to this pass? Has she
played you such a jade’s trick as this? Even as you witness,
answered he; this establishment is a sort of halfpay receptacle
for invalids on the muster-roll of disabled wit. You have acted
discreetly, my good friend, to lay yourself out for promotion in
a different line. But they tell me, you are no longer a courtier,
and that your prospects in political life were all blasted; nay,
they went so far as to affirm, that you were committed to close
custody by the king’s order. They told you no more than the
truth, replied I: the delightful vision of political eminence
wherein you left me last, soon shifted the scene of my incoherent
dreams to a prison and complete destitution. But for all that, my
friend, here you behold me again in a better plight than ever.
That is quite out of the question, said Nunez: your deportment is
discreet and decent, you have not that supercilious and devil-take-the-hindermost sort of aspect, which good keep communicates
to the human face. The reverses of this chequered life, replied
I, have brought me down to the level of the more modest virtues;
I have taken a lesson in the school of adversity, to enjoy the
possession of a good stud without riding the great horse.
Tell me then candidly, cried Fabricio, raising his head upon his
hand with his elbow upon the pillow, what your present occupation
can possibly be. A steward perhaps to some nobleman out at
elbows, or man of business to some rich widow! Something better
than either the one or the other, rejoined I, but excuse me from
saying more at present: another time your curiosity shall be
satisfied. It is enough at present to assure you that my means
are equal to my inclination, and that you may command
independence through me; but then you must submit to an embargo
on your wit, and a non-intercourse act between you and the
faculty of writing, whether in verse or prose. Can you make this
sacrifice to my friendship? I have already made it to the powers
above, said he, in my last critical sickness. A Dominican made me
forswear poetry, as an amusement bordering on criminality, but at
all events beside the turnpike-road of good sense. I wish you
joy, my dear Nunez, replied I; beware of a revoke. There is not
the least danger on that head, rejoined he: the Muses and I have
agreed on terms of separation: just as you came in at that door,
I was conning over a farewell ode. Good master Fabricio, said I,
with a wise swagging to and fro of my head, it is a doubtful
question whether your vow of abjuration ought to pass current
with the Dominican and myself: you seem over head and ears in
love with those virgins incarnate. No, no, contended he
peevishly, I have cut the connection asunder. Nay more, I have
quarrelled with their keepers, the public. The readers of these
days do not deserve an author of more genius than themselves: I
should be sorry to write down to their comprehension. You are not
to suppose that this is the language of disgust; it is my sincere
and well-weighed opinion. Applause and hisses are just the same
to me. It is a toss up who fails and who succeeds: the wit of to-day is the blockhead of to-morrow. What cursed fools our
dramatists must be, to care for anything but their poundage when
their plays happen to be received! It is all very well for a few
nights! But only fancy a revival at the end of twenty years, and
what a figure they will cut then! The audiences of the present
day turn up their noses at the stock pieces of the last age, and
it is a question whether their taste will fare better with their
more critical descendants. If that conjecture be probable, the
inventors of clap-traps now will be the butt of cat calls
hereafter. It is just the same with novel writers, and all other
manufacturers of unnecessary literature: they strut and fret for
an hour, and then are no more seen or heard of. The glories of
successful authorship are the mere vapours of a murky atmosphere,
meteors of a marsh, foul coruscations of a dunghill, cathedral
tapers to put out the galaxy, blue flames of coarse paper held
over a candle.
Though these caricatures of rival renown were the mere creations
of jealousy in the poet of the Asturias, it was not my business
to correct his ill temper. I am delighted, said I, that wit and
you have had so serious a quarrel; and that the diarrhoea of your
inventive faculties has
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