Naturally my chief solicitude9 was about my collection of Ceramics10. Of course I could not take it with me, that would be inconvenient12, and dangerous besides. I took advice, but the best brick-a-brackers were divided as to the wisest course to pursue; some said pack the collection and warehouse13 it; others said try to get it into the Grand Ducal Museum at Mannheim for safe keeping. So I divided the collection, and followed the advice of both parties. I set aside, for the Museum, those articles which were the most frail15 and precious.
Among these was my Etruscan tear-jug16. I have made a little sketch17 of it here; that thing creeping up the side is not a bug18, it is a hole. I bought this tear-jug of a dealer19 in antiquities20 for four hundred and fifty dollars. It is very rare. The man said the Etruscans used to keep tears or something in these things, and that it was very hard to get hold of a broken one, now.
I also set aside my Henri II. plate. See sketch from my pencil; it is in the main correct, though I think I have foreshortened one end of it a little too much, perhaps. This is very fine and rare; the shape is exceedingly beautiful and unusual. It has wonderful decorations on it, but I am not able to reproduce them. It cost more than the tear-jug, as the dealer said there was not another plate just like it in the world. He said there was much false Henri II ware14 around, but that the genuineness of this piece was unquestionable.
He showed me its pedigree, or its history, if you please; it was a document which traced this plate’s movements all the way down from its birth—showed who bought it, from whom, and what he paid for it—from the first buyer down to me, whereby I saw that it had gone steadily21 up from thirty-five cents to seven hundred dollars. He said that the whole Ceramic11 world would be informed that it was now in my possession and would make a note of it, with the price paid. [Figure 8]
There were Masters in those days, but, alas—it is not so now. Of course the main preciousness of this piece lies in its color; it is that old sensuous22, pervading23, ramifying, interpolating, transboreal blue which is the despair of modern art. The little sketch which I have made of this gem6 cannot and does not do it justice, since I have been obliged to leave out the color. But I’ve got the expression, though.
However, I must not be frittering away the reader’s time with these details. I did not intend to go into any detail at all, at first, but it is the failing of the true ceramiker, or the true devotee in any department of brick-a-brackery, that once he gets his tongue or his pen started on his darling theme, he cannot well stop until he drops from exhaustion24. He has no more sense of the flight of time than has any other lover when talking of his sweetheart. The very “marks” on the bottom of a piece of rare crockery are able to throw me into a gibbering ecstasy25; and I could forsake26 a drowning relative to help dispute about whether the stopple of a departed Buon Retiro scent-bottle was genuine or spurious.
Many people say that for a male person, bric-a-brac hunting is about as robust27 a business as making doll-clothes, or decorating Japanese pots with decalcomania butterflies would be, and these people fling mud at the elegant Englishman, Byng, who wrote a book called The Bric-a-brac Hunter, and make fun of him for chasing around after what they choose to call “his despicable trifles”; and for “gushing” over these trifles; and for exhibiting his “deep infantile delight” in what they call his “tuppenny collection of beggarly trivialities”; and for beginning his book with a picture of himself seated, in a “sappy, self-complacent attitude, in the midst of his poor little ridiculous bric-a-brac junk shop.”
It is easy to say these things; it is easy to revile28 us, easy to despise us; therefore, let these people rail on; they cannot feel as Byng and I feel—it is their loss, not ours. For my part I am content to be a brick-a-bracker and a ceramiker—more, I am proud to be so named. I am proud to know that I lose my reason as immediately in the presence of a rare jug with an illustrious mark on the bottom of it, as if I had just emptied that jug. Very well; I packed and stored a part of my collection, and the rest of it I placed in the care of the Grand Ducal Museum in Mannheim, by permission. My Old Blue China Cat remains30 there yet. I presented it to that excellent institution.
I had but one misfortune with my things. An egg which I had kept back from breakfast that morning, was broken in packing. It was a great pity. I had shown it to the best connoisseurs31 in Heidelberg, and they all said it was an antique. We spent a day or two in farewell visits, and then left for Baden-Baden. We had a pleasant trip to it, for the Rhine valley is always lovely. The only trouble was that the trip was too short. If I remember rightly it only occupied a couple of hours, therefore I judge that the distance was very little, if any, over fifty miles. We quitted the train at Oos, and walked the entire remaining distance to Baden-Baden, with the exception of a lift of less than an hour which we got on a passing wagon32, the weather being exhaustingly warm. We came into town on foot.
One of the first persons we encountered, as we walked up the street, was the Rev29. Mr. ———, an old friend from America—a lucky encounter, indeed, for his is a most gentle, refined, and sensitive nature, and his company and companionship are a genuine refreshment33. We knew he had been in Europe some time, but were not at all expecting to run across him. Both parties burst forth34 into loving enthusiasms, and Rev. Mr. ——— said:
“I have got a brimful reservoir of talk to pour out on you, and an empty one ready and thirsting to receive what you have got; we will sit up till midnight and have a good satisfying interchange, for I leave here early in the morning.” We agreed to that, of course.
I had been vaguely35 conscious, for a while, of a person who was walking in the street abreast36 of us; I had glanced furtively37 at him once or twice, and noticed that he was a fine, large, vigorous young fellow, with an open, independent countenance38, faintly shaded with a pale and even almost imperceptible crop of early down, and that he was clothed from head to heel in cool and enviable snow-white linen39. I thought I had also noticed that his head had a sort of listening tilt40 to it. Now about this time the Rev. Mr. ——— said:
“The sidewalk is hardly wide enough for three, so I will walk behind; but keep the talk going, keep the talk going, there’s no time to lose, and you may be sure I will do my share.” He ranged himself behind us, and straightway that stately snow-white young fellow closed up to the sidewalk alongside him, fetched him a cordial slap on the shoulder with his broad palm, and sung out with a hearty41 cheeriness:
“Americans for two-and-a-half and the money up! Hey?”
“Yes—we are Americans.”
“Lord love you, you can just bet that’s what _I_ am, every time! Put it there!”
He held out his Sahara of his palm, and the Reverend laid his diminutive43 hand in it, and got so cordial a shake that we heard his glove burst under it.
“Say, didn’t I put you up right?”
“Oh, yes.”
“About four months. Have you been over long?”
“Long? Well, I should say so! Going on two years, by geeminy! Say, are you homesick?”
“No, I can’t say that I am. Are you?”
“Oh, hell, yes!” This with immense enthusiasm.
The Reverend shrunk a little, in his clothes, and we were aware, rather by instinct than otherwise, that he was throwing out signals of distress45 to us; but we did not interfere46 or try to succor47 him, for we were quite happy.
The young fellow hooked his arm into the Reverend’s, now, with the confiding48 and grateful air of a waif who has been longing49 for a friend, and a sympathetic ear, and a chance to lisp once more the sweet accents of the mother-tongue—and then he limbered up the muscles of his mouth and turned himself loose—and with such a relish50! Some of his words were not Sunday-school words, so I am obliged to put blanks where they occur.
“Yes indeedy! If I ain’t an American there ain’t any Americans, that’s all. And when I heard you fellows gassing away in the good old American language, I’m ——— if it wasn’t all I could do to keep from hugging you! My tongue’s all warped51 with trying to curl it around these ——— forsaken52 wind-galled nine-jointed German words here; now I tell you it’s awful good to lay it over a Christian53 word once more and kind of let the old taste soak it. I’m from western New York. My name is Cholley Adams. I’m a student, you know. Been here going on two years. I’m learning to be a horse-doctor! I like that part of it, you know, but ———these people, they won’t learn a fellow in his own language, they make him learn in German; so before I could tackle the horse-doctoring I had to tackle this miserable54 language.
“First off, I thought it would certainly give me the botts, but I don’t mind now. I’ve got it where the hair’s short, I think; and dontchuknow, they made me learn Latin, too. Now between you and me, I wouldn’t give a ———for all the Latin that was ever jabbered55; and the first thing _I_ calculate to do when I get through, is to just sit down and forget it. ’Twon’t take me long, and I don’t mind the time, anyway. And I tell you what! the difference between school-teaching over yonder and school-teaching over here—sho! we don’t know anything about it! Here you’ve got to peg56 and peg and peg and there just ain’t any let-up—and what you learn here, you’ve got to know, dontchuknow—or else you’ll have one of these——— spavined, spectacles, ring-boned, knock-kneed old professors in your hair. I’ve been here long enough, and I’m getting blessed tired of it, mind I tell you. The old man wrote me that he was coming over in June, and said he’d take me home in August, whether I was done with my education or not, but durn him, he didn’t come; never said why; just sent me a hamper57 of Sunday-school books, and told me to be good, and hold on a while. I don’t take to Sunday-school books, dontchuknow—I don’t hanker after them when I can get pie—but I read them, anyway, because whatever the old man tells me to do, that’s the thing that I’m a-going to do, or tear something, you know. I buckled58 in and read all those books, because he wanted me to; but that kind of thing don’t excite me, I like something hearty. But I’m awful homesick. I’m homesick from ear-socket to crupper, and from crupper to hock-joint; but it ain’t any use, I’ve got to stay here, till the old man drops the rag and give the word—yes, sir, right here in this——— country I’ve got to linger till the old man says come!—and you bet your bottom dollar, Johnny, it ain’t just as easy as it is for a cat to have twins!”
At the end of this profane59 and cordial explosion he fetched a prodigious60 “WHOOSH!” to relieve his lungs and make recognition of the heat, and then he straightway dived into his narrative61 again for “Johnny’s” benefit, beginning, “Well,———it ain’t any use talking, some of those old American words DO have a kind of a bully62 swing to them; a man can express himself with ’em—a man can get at what he wants to say, dontchuknow."
When we reached our hotel and it seemed that he was about to lose the Reverend, he showed so much sorrow, and begged so hard and so earnestly that the Reverend’s heart was not hard enough to hold out against the pleadings—so he went away with the parent-honoring student, like a right Christian, and took supper with him in his lodgings63, and sat in the surf-beat of his slang and profanity till near midnight, and then left him—left him pretty well talked out, but grateful “clear down to his frogs,” as he expressed it. The Reverend said it had transpired64 during the interview that “Cholley” Adams’s father was an extensive dealer in horses in western New York; this accounted for Cholley’s choice of a profession. The Reverend brought away a pretty high opinion of Cholley as a manly65 young fellow, with stuff in him for a useful citizen; he considered him rather a rough gem, but a gem, nevertheless.
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