The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 1. (of 2)

reparing to address a great Exeter Hall audience on the evils of drunkenness, or marching at the head of his riflemen, or a

self pause in order to think over the heads of his discourse; he would have been a good volunteer officer, had it been possible for him to sit quiet in his saddle.

orted into quiet circles, because the parity of his motive and the well-known impetuosity of his nature excused him. I can remember, in the first year of his total abstinence, meeting him at a ball given in Fitzroy Square, by Mr. Joshua Mayhew, the father of Horace and the Brothers Mayhew. He danced and was light-hearted with the youngest; but when at supper the wine began to circulate, he stole round to the head of the table, and, laying his hand upon the shoulder of the venerable host (who was a very haughty and quick-tempered o

. He would shake his hand angrily at the Lord Mayor, and raise his arms with horror while his neighbour quaffed of the cup. The company humoured the eccentric old gentleman; for, in their hearts, they could

an early riser, and a vigorous walker and his reward was that which, according to Gray, is only felt by boys at school-a perpetual 'sunshine of the breast.'" He was fond of showing this vigour renewed by temperance, at every possible opportunity; for he very wisely regarded it as his most forcible argument. It enabled him, in his old age, to capture a burglar on his own premises. The story runs that when he was following the burglar to the station, with the police, he drew him under a

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es of his full upon him, "I want you to give up drinking and smoking, and you tell me that if you don't smoke you can't write. Now, I'll meet you half-way. Give up the drink, and you may smoke--just a little." But, as a rule, he was as stern in the matter of tobacco as

most imaginative and delightful etchings,-"The

t?" he suddenly asked a friend with whom he was walking. It was a workman quietly enjoying his pipe. "Do you know what I would do to him if I were a man of fortune? I'd kick him! To think that any man should be f

e the windows of his old wine merchant, and

a Temperance palace, drew some extravagant drawings of the opening ceremony for Messrs. Cassell,

he suddenly began to tell the company that he had had a vision the night be

t? Her crops are splendid; look, for instance, at her barley, her-" The second devil interrupted: "I have an idea. Her barley, which

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thing be done to stop these dreadful murders?' The clear remedy of total abstinence from that drink which was their inciting cause then came naturally from his lips; but though individuals responded to his appeal, the general mass of the public remained unmoved. Sometimes he would suggest a deputation to the House of Lords. But though this idea was not acted upon, yet he lived

ur, to open a bazaar in aid of the scheme. He even prepared a design for the building. But although many went to cheer the honest, earnest old man, few remained to invest, and the design fell to the ground. It may have been so

ause her son could not take his beer or toddy without committing excesses. She had been a handsome woman in her days, a grandson records, and it was picturesque to see the lame old lady, leaning upon her crutch, and wrapped in a plaid,-with her shrivelled feat

y mother first lifted the poisoned chalice to my lips." His aged mother read this in the morning paper. Her wrath was violent. "What!" she cried, "am I to be told publicly, at eighty years of age, that I, who always begged and prayed him to

of the National Temperance League, in the Guildhall, on the 19th of November, 1864. It wants his by-play, his dramatic delivery, his grotesqu

was coming to this meeting I met with a gentleman who had just been to consult his medical man; and finding I was coming to this meeting, he laughed at all

wanted a stimulant and prescribed o

Morley says we will take the sherbet without the punch. That is the way in which these things are looked at; but supposing that it is impossible that any social enjoyment can be had without the use of these stimulants, let us take another view of the question. I have had the honour of dining here, and I have enjoyed myself very much, not only in the time when I used to take wine myself-because I recollect there was such a time as that-but when I have been a teetotaler I have been, here, and enjoyed my dinner very much indeed, without any of these drinks. But supposing we had this hall upon the occasion of the Lord Mayor's feast with the most elegant people in the world (for I believe of all the people in the world the British people are the best looking and the best dressed): imagine the scene! The tables are set out in the most splendid manner; everything looks grand and happy; but what is going on outside? Ay! my friends, the most splendid monument in the world where this drink is used in moderation as it is in this country, may in the inside be a splendid monument of good order, taste, and sobriety, but at the outside there is filth and dirt and crime through drink. I say, suppose these social meetings cannot be enjoyed without these drinks, let us look at the outside. Now, there are a certain number of circumstances or acts committed in society, which are always injurious, not only to the individual himself, but also to society at large. Now, I do not mean to say that every teetotaler is an honest man. There may be some dishonest fellows amongst them. I have heard of two in the last thirty years. This reminds me, by-the-bye, of a teetotal turnkey at Coldbath Fields. There were two youths brought into the prison, who were teetotalers, and the other turnkeys jeered the teetotal turnkey upon it. He said, 'It is true that there are two teetotalers here, but they are here only for begging, whereas you have about fifteen hundred brought in who drink, and they are most of them committed for stealing.' There are a number of besetting sins connected with drinking, such as robberies, brutal assaults, garotting, house-breaking, suicide, and murder. By-the-bye, speaking of murder, there has been a very strong feeling existing for many years, and still increasing, against the punishment of death. I think it is a very horrible thing indeed to hang anybody; but, my friends, do not forget that it is a still more horrible thing for one to be murdered. Do not let us forget that. There was a young man in the country a little while ago hanged for murder-quite a young man. It was a sad thing indeed, no doubt, to see this poor fellow gibbeted; but what was he hanged for? He had been drinking on the Saturday night, and he murdered a young woman as she was going to church on the Sunday morning. Do not forget that these horrible, detestable, damnable crimes are committed under the influence of drink. We will talk abou

f the comic writer, but honest-hearted George Cruikshank could not, and would not, in his latter dav, see any element of f

delivered the above

en held at the

besieged. He was waylaid by petitioners for his known bounty (the recklessness of which, as we have seen, Dickens reproved) whenever he went abroad. A poor man

general public his reputation declined in proportion to the increase of his popularity among the teetotalers." He lost heavily, in a pecuniary sense, by his Temperance advocacy. Publishers ceased t

illustrator of Boz, the kindly satirist, the creator o

en all the horrors which lie behind drunkenness; in his early time he had himself been a tavern hero; and he had dedicate

emperance harangues, "to set by my humble example

n the contrary, to be a teetotaler is to be a man that values himself, and tries by every means in his power to benefit others; if to be a teetotaler is to be a man who tries to save the thoughtless from destruction; if to be a teetotaler is to be a man who does battle with false theories and bad customs, then I am one. I have been a convert but a short time, not much over twelve months. I only wish that I could say, with Dr. Gourley, that I had never taken a glass of spiri

ntage at which he was placing himself as

sticity of my schoolboy days came back to me. Domestic afflictions then came upon me, ending in death, and my spirits and health were crushed down. In this extremity I applied to my medical adviser. He said, 'Medicine is of no use to you; you must drin

and I believe, wine is unnecessary, even as a medicine, and I do not wish to do a single act which would tend to weaken or destroy the weight and force of that conviction. And here I stand. I have not tasted the vile a

than two years before his death, "were recommended to keep up strength! But what kept up his strength? He had not taken a drop of wine, beer, or any alcoholic drink, for twenty-seven years, and he would be eighty-three ne

in his teetotal days, has drawn this graphic

then took me upstairs to his comfortable studio, where he introduced me to his wife. Some of our first conversation, indeed, was on the subject of his portrait; for, among the pictures on his walls, I had noticed the original of the portrait by Frank Stone, which was engraved on steel for the Omnibus, and was certainly a far more flattering representation of George Cruikshank than the caricaturist's sketches of himself. I told him that I considered the best portrait of himself was to be found in his own etching, 'The Reverie,' published in his Table- Book, and in every respect a wonderfully fine specimen of his art and geniu

stay, and I had by this time overlapped the hour at which I had made another engagement, I readily and peculiarity to his manner, which would suffice to consented to remain, and we went downstairs to dinner. 'There will be nothing else than a leg of mutton,' said Cruikshank. 'I happen to know that, for I came in with it,' I replied; 'for as I knocked at the hall door the butcher's boy was down in the area, delivering the leg of mutton to the cook.' Cruikshank seemed to be greatly amused at this, for he laughed heartily, and said to his wife, 'My dear, Mr. ---- came in with the mutton.' Something in the occurrence seemed to mightily tickle his fancy, for more than once he repeated the words to his wife, 'My dear, Mr. ---- came in with the mutton!' It was while I was eating it that I terribly forgot mysel

of those even who could not wholly agree with him in details. I was one of those. I could travel with him, very willingly, up to a certain point, after which our paths parted, and we 'agreed to differ.' I could accompany him to temperance, but not to total abstinence. During the remainder of the time that w

the Comic Almanac for 1844, representing him as an old pump. I reminded my host that these were his sentiments for more than fifty years of his life, and that he had never during that period objected to the moderate use of alcoholic

tting himself adrift from all alcoholic drinks. He also explained how his plans to disseminate the scenes of his 'Drunkard's Progress,' in such a form and at such a low price that they should reach those masses for whom he specially designed them, were hampered and well-nigh frustrated, chiefly by the cost of engraving such large drawings on wood; and how the new art of glyphography had come to his assistance, and enab

' I told him that of 'The Bottle' and 'Drunkard's Children' series I preferred the one where the poor girl commits suicide from Waterloo Bridge-the idea of the body fal

Gough, was to address the audience. Cruikshank introduced him in his own original way, delivering, as the papers remarked, a speech full of piquant and incontrovertible truth. But it was at the close of the orator's speech that the chairman proved himself equal to the occasion. Seeing that the audience were under the spell of Mr. Gough's eloquence, he rose and exhorted them at once to come

that dreadful company of keen-eyed vicious lads were eating the plain Temperance supper which had been provided for them, to bid them renounce the evils of their way, and as a beginning, to shun the bottle and the beer-pot, dwelt long in my memory. "Man," said Lord Lytton, "has no majesty like earnestness."

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