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resisting an inclination to put my finger in my mouth. Moreover, at
that moment a war was going on within me between pride and modesty, for
I was not at all certain whether I ought to take off my hat; so being
"canny" and a Scot, I adopted a middle course, and commenced to wipe
imaginary perspiration from my brow, an operation which, of course,
necessitated the removal of my head-dress. Probably the cambric
handkerchief caught the tail of the eye of a quieter-looking knight of
the quill, who sat a little apart from the other drones of the pen; at
any rate he quickly dismounted, and coming up to me politely asked my
business. I told him, and he civilly motioned me to a seat to await my
turn for examination. By-and-bye other candidates dropped in, each of
whom I rejoiced to observe looked a little paler, decidedly more blue,
and infinitely greener than I did myself! This was some relief, so I
sat by the dusty window which overlooked the Thames, watching the little
skiffs gliding to and fro, the boats hastening hither and thither, and
the big lazy-like barges that floated on the calm unruffled bosom of the
great mysterious river, and thinking and wishing that it could but break
its everlasting silence and tell its tale, and mention even a tithe of
the scenes that had been acted on its breast or by its banks since it
first rolled its infant waters to the sea, through a forest of trees
instead of a forest of masts and spires, or tell of the many beings that
had sought relief from a world of sin and suffering under its dark
current. So ran my thoughts, and as the river so did time glide by, and
two hours passed away, then a third; and when at last my name was
called, it was only to inform me that I must come back on the following
day, there being too many to be examined at once.
At the hour appointed I was immediately conducted into the presence of
the august assembly of examiners, and this, is what I saw, or rather,
this was the picture on my retina, for to see, in the usual acceptation
of the term, was, under the circumstances, out of the question:--A table
with a green cover, laid out for a feast--to me a ghastly feast--of
reason and flow of soul. My reason was to form the feast, my soul was
to flow; the five pleasant-looking and gentlemanly men who sat around
were to partake of the banquet. I did not walk into the room, I seemed
to glide as if in a dream, or as if I had been my own ghost. Every
person and every thing in the room appeared strangely contorted; and the
whole formed a wonderful mirage, miraculously confused. The fire hopped
up on the table, the table consigned itself to the flames at one moment,
and made an insane attempt to get up the chimney the next. The roof
bending down in one corner affectionately kissed the carpet, the carpet
bobbing up at another returned the chaste salute. Then the gentlemen
smiled on me pleasantly, while I replied by a horrible grin.
"Sit down, sir," said one, and his voice sounded far away, as if in
another world, as I tottered to the chair, and with palsied arm helped
myself to a glass of water, which had been placed on the table for my
use. The water revived me, and at the first task I was asked to
perform--translate a small portion of Gregory's (not powder) Conspectus
into English--my senses came back. The scales fell from my eyes, the
table and fire resumed their proper places, the roof and carpet ceased
to dally, my scattered brains came all of a heap once more, and I was
myself again as much as ever Richard was, or any other man. I answered
most of the questions, if not all. I was tackled for ten minutes at a
time by each of the examiners. I performed mental operations on the
limbs of beings who never existed, prescribed hypothetically for
innumerable ailments, brought divers mythical children into the world,
dissected muscles and nerves in imagination, talked of green trees,
fruit, flowers, natural families, and far-away lands, as if I had been
Linnaeus, Columbus, and Humboldt all in one, so that, in less than an
hour, the august body leant their backs against their respective chairs,
and looked knowingly in each other's faces for a period of several very
long seconds. They then nodded to one another, did this august body,
looked at their tablets, and nodded again. After this pantomime had
come to a conclusion I was furnished with a sheet of foolscap and sent
back to the room above the Thames to write a dissertation on fractures
of the cranium, and shortly after sending it in I was recalled and
informed that I had sustained the dread ordeal to their entire
satisfaction, etc, and that I had better, before I left the house, pay
an official visit to the Director-General. I bowed, retired, heaved a
monster sigh, made the visit of ceremony, and afterwards my exit.
The first gentleman (?) I met on coming out was a short, middle-aged
Shylock, hook-nosed and raven-haired, and arrayed in a surtout of seedy
black. He approached me with much bowing and smiling, and holding below
my nose a little green tract which he begged I would accept.
"Exceedingly kind," thought I, and was about to comply with his request,
when, greatly to my surprise and the discomposure of my toilet, an arm
was hooked into mine, I was wheeled round as if on a pivot, and found
myself face to face with another Israelite armed with a _red_ tract.
"He is a Jew and a dog," said this latter, shaking a forefinger close to
my face.
"Is he?" said I. The words had hardly escaped my lips when the other
Jew whipped his arm through mine and quickly re-wheeled me towards him.
"He is a liar and a cheat," hissed he, with the same motion of the
forefinger as his rival had used.
"Indeed!" said I, beginning to wonder what it all meant. I had not,
however, long time to wonder, being once more set spinning by the
Israelite of the red tract.
"Beware of the Jews?" he whispered, pointing to the other; and the
conversation was continued in the following strain. Although in the
common sense of the word it really was no conversation, as each of them
addressed himself to me only, and I could find no reply, still, taking
the word in its literal meaning (from con, together, and _verto_, I
turn), it was indeed a conversation, for they turned me together, each
one, as he addressed me, hooking his arm in mine and whirling me round
like the handle of an air-pump or a badly constructed teetotum, and
shaking a forefinger in my face, as if I were a parrot and he wanted me
to swear.
_Shylock of the green tract_.--"He is a swine and a scoundrel."
_Israelite of the red_.--"He's a liar and a thief."
_Shylock of the green_.--"And he'll get round you some way."
_Israelite of red_.--"Ahab and brothers cheat everybody they can."
_Shylock of green_.--"He'll be lending you money."
_Red_.--"Whole town know them--"
_Green_.--"Charge you thirty per cent."
Red--"They are swindlers and dogs."
_Green_.--"Look at our estimate."
_Red_.--"Look at _our_ estimate."
_Green_.--"Peep at our charges."
_Red_.--"Five years' credit."
_Green_.--"Come with us, sir," tugging me to the right.
_Red_.--"This way, master," pulling me to the left.
_Green_.--"Be advised; he'll rob you."
_Red_.--"If you go he'll murder you."
"Damn you both!" I roared; and letting fly both fists at the same time,
I turned them both together on their backs and thus put an end to the
conversation. Only just in time, though, for the remaining ten tribes,
or their representatives, were hurrying towards me, each one swaying
aloft a gaudy-coloured tract; and I saw no way of escaping but by fairly
making a run for it, which I accordingly did, pursued by the ten tribes;
and even had. I been a centipede, I would have assuredly been torn limb
from limb, had I not just then rushed into the arms of my feline friend
from Bond Street.
He purred, gave me a paw and many congratulations; was so glad I had
passed,--but, to be sure, knew I would,--and so happy I had escaped the
Jews; would I take a glass of beer?
I said, "I didn't mind;" so we adjourned (the right word in the right
place--adjourned) to a quiet adjoining hotel.
"Now," said he, as he tendered the waiter a five-pound Bank of England
note, "you must not take it amiss, Doctor, but--"
"No smaller change, sir?" asked the waiter.
"I'm afraid," said my friend (?), opening and turning over the contents
of a well-lined pocket-book, "I've only got five--oh, here are sovs, he!
he!" Then turning to me: "I was going to observe," he continued, "that
if you want a pound or two, he! he!--you know young fellows will be
young fellows--only don't say a word to my father, he! he! he!--highly
respectable man. Another glass of beer? No? Well, we will go and see
father!"
"But," said I, "I really must go home first."
"Oh dear no; don't think of such a thing."
"I'm deuced hungry," continued I. "My dear sir, excuse me, but it is
just our dinner hour; nice roast turkey, and boiled leg of mutton
with--"
"Any pickled pork?"
"He! he! now you young _officers_ will have your jokes; but, he! he!
though we don't just eat pork, you'll find us just as good as most
Christians. Some capital wine--very old brand; father got it from the
Cape only the other day; in fact, though I should not mention these
things, it was sent us by a grateful customer. But come, you're hungry,
we'll get a cab."
CHAPTER FOUR. - THE CITY OF ENCHANTMENT. IN JOINING THE SERVICE! FIND OUT WHAT A "GIG" MEANS.
The fortnight immediately subsequent to my passing into the Royal Navy
was spent by me in the great metropolis, in a perfect maze of pleasure
and excitement. For the first time for years I knew what it was to be
free from care and trouble, independent, and quietly happy. I went the
round of the sights and the round of the theatres, and lingered
entranced in the opera; but I went all alone, and unaccompanied, save by
a small pocket guide-book, and I believe I enjoyed it all the more on
that account. No one cared for nor looked at the lonely stranger, and
he at no one. I roamed through the spacious streets, strolled
delightedly in the handsome parks, lounged in picture galleries, or
buried myself for hour's in the solemn halls and classical courts of
that prince of public buildings the British Museum; and, when tired of
rambling, I dined by myself in a quiet hotel. Every sight was strange
to me, every sound was new; it was as if some good fairy, by a touch of
her magic wand, had transported me to an enchanted city; and when I
closed my eyes at night, or even shut them by day, behold, there was the
same moving panorama that I might gaze on till tired or asleep.
But all this was too good to last long. One morning, on coming down to
breakfast, bright-hearted and beaming as ever, I found on my plate,
instead of fried soles, a long blue official letter, "On her Majesty's
Service." It was my appointment to the `Victory,'--"additional for
service at Haslar Hospital." As soon as I read it the enchantment was
dissolved, the spell was broken; and when I tried that day to find new
pleasures, new sources of amusement, I utterly failed, and found with
disgust that it was but a common work-a-day world after all, and that
London was very like other places in that respect. I lingered but a few
more days in town, and then hastened by train to Portsmouth to
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