THE CHIEF FEATURES OF WHICH WILL BEFOUND TO BE AN AUTHENTIC1 VERSION OFTHE LEGEND OF PRINCE BLADUD, AND AMOST EXTRAORDINARY CALAMITY2 THATBEFELL Mr. WINKLEs Mr. Pickwick contemplated3 a stay of at least two monthsin Bath, he deemed it advisable to take private lodgingsfor himself and friends for that period; and as a favourableopportunity offered for their securing, on moderate terms, theupper portion of a house in the Royal Crescent, which was largerthan they required, Mr. and Mrs. Dowler offered to relieve them ofa bedroom and sitting-room4. This proposition was at onceaccepted, and in three days’ time they were all located in their newabode, when Mr. Pickwick began to drink the waters with theutmost assiduity. Mr. Pickwick took them systematically6. He dranka quarter of a pint7 before breakfast, and then walked up a hill; andanother quarter of a pint after breakfast, and then walked down ahill; and, after every fresh quarter of a pint, Mr. Pickwick declared,in the most solemn and emphatic8 terms, that he felt a great dealbetter; whereat his friends were very much delighted, though theyhad not been previously9 aware that there was anything the matterwith him.
The Great Pump Room is a spacious10 saloon, ornamented11 withCorinthian pillars, and a music-gallery, and a Tompion clock, anda statue of Nash, and a golden inscription12, to which all the water-drinkers should attend, for it appeals to them in the cause of adeserving charity. There is a large bar with a marble vase, out ofwhich the pumper gets the water; and there are a number ofyellow-looking tumblers, out of which the company get it; and it isa most edifying13 and satisfactory sight to behold14 the perseveranceand gravity with which they swallow it. There are baths near athand, in which a part of the company wash themselves; and aband plays afterwards, to congratulate the remainder on theirhaving done so. There is another pump room, into which infirmladies and gentlemen are wheeled, in such an astonishing varietyof chairs and chaises, that any adventurous15 individual who goes inwith the regular number of toes, is in imminent17 danger of comingout without them; and there is a third, into which the quiet peoplego, for it is less noisy than either. There is an immensity ofpromenading, on crutches18 and off, with sticks and without, and agreat deal of conversation, and liveliness, and pleasantry.
Every morning, the regular water-drinkers, Mr. Pickwickamong the number, met each other in the pump room, took theirquarter of a pint, and walked constitutionally. At the afternoon’spromenade, Lord Mutanhed, and the Honourable19 Mr. Crushton,the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph, Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, and all thegreat people, and all the morning water-drinkers, met in grandassemblage. After this, they walked out, or drove out, or werepushed out in bath-chairs, and met one another again. After this,the gentlemen went to the reading-rooms, and met divisions of themass. After this, they went home. If it were theatre-night, perhapsthey met at the theatre; if it were assembly-night, they met at therooms; and if it were neither, they met the next day. A verypleasant routine, with perhaps a slight tinge20 of sameness.
Mr. Pickwick was sitting up by himself, after a day spent in thismanner, making entries in his journal, his friends having retired21 tobed, when he was roused by a gentle tap at the room door.
‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock, the landlady22,peeping in; ‘but did you want anything more, sir?’
‘Nothing more, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick.
‘My young girl is gone to bed, sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock; ‘and Mr.
Dowler is good enough to say that he’ll sit up for Mrs. Dowler, asthe party isn’t expected to be over till late; so I was thinking that ifyou wanted nothing more, Mr. Pickwick, I would go to bed.’
‘By all means, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Wish you good-night, sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock.
‘Good-night, ma’am,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick.
Mrs. Craddock closed the door, and Mr. Pickwick resumed hiswriting.
In half an hour’s time the entries were concluded. Mr. Pickwickcarefully rubbed the last page on the blotting-paper, shut up thebook, wiped his pen on the bottom of the inside of his coat tail, andopened the drawer of the inkstand to put it carefully away. Therewere a couple of sheets of writing-paper, pretty closely writtenover, in the inkstand drawer, and they were folded so, that thetitle, which was in a good round hand, was fully24 disclosed to him.
Seeing from this, that it was no private document; and as itseemed to relate to Bath, and was very short: Mr. Pick-wickunfolded it, lighted his bedroom candle that it might burn up wellby the time he finished; and drawing his chair nearer the fire, readas follows―THE TRUE LEGEND OF PRINCE BLADUD‘Less than two hundred years ago, on one of the public baths inthis city, there appeared an inscription in honour of its mightyfounder, the renowned25 Prince Bladud. That inscription is nowerased.
‘For many hundred years before that time, there had beenhanded down, from age to age, an old legend, that the illustriousprince being afflicted26 with leprosy, on his return from reaping arich harvest of knowledge in Athens, shunned27 the court of hisroyal father, and consorted28 moodily29 with husbandman and pigs.
Among the herd30 (so said the legend) was a pig of grave and solemncountenance, with whom the prince had a fellow-feeling―for hetoo was wise―a pig of thoughtful and reserved demeanour; ananimal superior to his fellows, whose grunt32 was terrible, andwhose bite was sharp. The young prince sighed deeply as helooked upon the countenance31 of the majestic33 swine; he thought ofhis royal father, and his eyes were bedewed with tears.
‘This sagacious pig was fond of bathing in rich, moist mud. Notin summer, as common pigs do now, to cool themselves, and dideven in those distant ages (which is a proof that the light ofcivilisation had already begun to dawn, though feebly), but in thecold, sharp days of winter. His coat was ever so sleek36, and hiscomplexion so clear, that the prince resolved to essay the purifyingqualities of the same water that his friend resorted to. He madethe trial. Beneath that black mud, bubbled the hot springs of Bath.
He washed, and was cured. Hastening to his father’s court, he paidhis best respects, and returning quickly hither, founded this cityand its famous baths.
‘He sought the pig with all the ardour of their early friendship―but, alas37! the waters had been his death. He had imprudentlytaken a bath at too high a temperature, and the naturalphilosopher was no more! He was succeeded by Pliny, who alsofell a victim to his thirst for knowledge.
‘This was the legend. Listen to the true one.
‘A great many centuries since, there flourished, in great state,the famous and renowned Lud Hudibras, king of Britain. He was amighty monarch38. The earth shook when he walked―he was sovery stout39. His people basked40 in the light of his countenance―itwas so red and glowing. He was, indeed, every inch a king. Andthere were a good many inches of him, too, for although he wasnot very tall, he was a remarkable41 size round, and the inches thathe wanted in height, he made up in circumference42. If anydegenerate monarch of modern times could be in any waycompared with him, I should say the venerable King Cole wouldbe that illustrious potentate43.
‘This good king had a queen, who eighteen years before, hadhad a son, who was called Bladud. He was sent to a preparatoryseminary in his father’s dominions44 until he was ten years old, andwas then despatched, in charge of a trusty messenger, to afinishing school at Athens; and as there was no extra charge forremaining during the holidays, and no notice required previous tothe removal of a pupil, there he remained for eight long years, atthe expiration45 of which time, the king his father sent the lordchamberlain over, to settle the bill, and to bring him home; which,the lord chamberlain doing, was received with shouts, andpensioned immediately.
‘When King Lud saw the prince his son, and found he hadgrown up such a fine young man, he perceived what a grand thingit would be to have him married without delay, so that his childrenmight be the means of perpetuating47 the glorious race of Lud,down to the very latest ages of the world. With this view, he sent aspecial embassy, composed of great noblemen who had nothingparticular to do, and wanted lucrative48 employment, to aneighbouring king, and demanded his fair daughter in marriagefor his son; stating at the same time that he was anxious to be onthe most affectionate terms with his brother and friend, but that ifthey couldn’t agree in arranging this marriage, he should be underthe unpleasant necessity of invading his kingdom and putting hiseyes out. To this, the other king (who was the weaker of the two)replied that he was very much obliged to his friend and brother forall his goodness and magnanimity, and that his daughter was quiteready to be married, whenever Prince Bladud liked to come andfetch her.
‘This answer no sooner reached Britain, than the whole nationwas transported with joy. Nothing was heard, on all sides, but thesounds of feasting and revelry―except the chinking of money as itwas paid in by the people to the collector of the royal treasures, todefray the expenses of the happy ceremony. It was upon thisoccasion that King Lud, seated on the top of his throne in fullcouncil, rose, in the exuberance49 of his feelings, and commandedthe lord chief justice to order in the richest wines and the courtminstrels―an act of graciousness which has been, through theignorance of traditionary historians, attributed to King Cole, inthose celebrated50 lines in which his Majesty51 is represented asCalling for his pipe, and calling for his pot,And calling for his fiddlers three.
Which is an obvious injustice52 to the memory of King Lud, and adishonest exaltation of the virtues53 of King Cole.
‘But, in the midst of all this festivity and rejoicing, there wasone individual present, who tasted not when the sparkling wineswere poured forth55, and who danced not, when the minstrelsplayed. This was no other than Prince Bladud himself, in honourof whose happiness a whole people were, at that very moment,straining alike their throats and purse-strings. The truth was, thatthe prince, forgetting the undoubted right of the minister forforeign affairs to fall in love on his behalf, had, contrary to everyprecedent of policy and diplomacy56, already fallen in love on hisown account, and privately57 contracted himself unto the fairdaughter of a noble Athenian.
‘Here we have a striking example of one of the manifoldadvantages of civilisation35 and refinement58. If the prince had livedin later days, he might at once have married the object of hisfather’s choice, and then set himself seriously to work, to relievehimself of the burden which rested heavily upon him. He mighthave endeavoured to break her heart by a systematic5 course ofinsult and neglect; or, if the spirit of her sex, and a proudconsciousness of her many wrongs had upheld her under this ill-treatment, he might have sought to take her life, and so get rid ofher effectually. But neither mode of relief suggested itself toPrince Bladud; so he solicited59 a private audience, and told hisfather.
‘It is an old prerogative60 of kings to govern everything but theirpassions. King Lud flew into a frightful61 rage, tossed his crown upto the ceiling, and caught it again―for in those days kings kepttheir crowns on their heads, and not in the Tower―stamped theground, rapped his forehead, wondered why his own flesh andblood rebelled against him, and, finally, calling in his guards,ordered the prince away to instant Confinement62 in a lofty turret63; acourse of treatment which the kings of old very generally pursuedtowards their sons, when their matrimonial inclinations64 did nothappen to point to the same quarter as their own.
‘When Prince Bladud had been shut up in the lofty turret forthe greater part of a year, with no better prospect65 before his bodilyeyes than a stone wall, or before his mental vision than prolongedimprisonment, he naturally began to ruminate66 on a plan of escape,which, after months of preparation, he managed to accomplish;considerately leaving his dinner-knife in the heart of his jailer, lestthe poor fellow (who had a family) should be considered privy67 tohis flight, and punished accordingly by the infuriated king.
‘The monarch was frantic68 at the loss of his son. He knew not onwhom to vent16 his grief and wrath69, until fortunately bethinkinghimself of the lord chamberlain who had brought him home, hestruck off his pension and his head together.
‘Meanwhile, the young prince, effectually disguised, wanderedon foot through his father’s dominions, cheered and supported inall his hardships by sweet thoughts of the Athenian maid, who wasthe innocent cause of his weary trials. One day he stopped to restin a country village; and seeing that there were gay dances goingforward on the green, and gay faces passing to and fro, ventured toinquire of a reveller70 who stood near him, the reason for thisrejoicing.
‘“Know you not, O stranger,” was the reply, “of the recentproclamation of our gracious king?”
‘“Proclamation! No. What proclamation?” rejoined the prince―for he had travelled along the by and little-frequented ways, andknew nothing of what had passed upon the public roads, such asthey were.
‘“Why,” replied the peasant, “the foreign lady that our princewished to wed34, is married to a foreign noble of her own country,and the king proclaims the fact, and a great public festival besides;for now, of course, Prince Bladud will come back and marry thelady his father chose, who they say is as beautiful as the noondaysun. Your health, sir. God save the king!”
‘The prince remained to hear no more. He fled from the spot,and plunged71 into the thickest recesses72 of a neighbouring wood.
On, on, he wandered, night and day; beneath the blazing sun, andthe cold pale moon; through the dry heat of noon, and the dampcold of night; in the grey light of morn, and the red glare of eve. Soheedless was he of time or object, that being bound for Athens, hewandered as far out of his way as Bath.
‘There was no city where Bath stands, then. There was novestige of human habitation, or sign of man’s resort, to bear thename; but there was the same noble country, the same broadexpanse of hill and dale, the same beautiful channel stealing on,far away, the same lofty mountains which, like the troubles of life,viewed at a distance, and partially73 obscured by the bright mist ofits morning, lose their ruggedness74 and asperity75, and seem all easeand softness. Moved by the gentle beauty of the scene, the princesank upon the green turf, and bathed his swollen76 feet in his tears.
‘“Oh!” said the unhappy Bladud, clasping his hands, andmournfully raising his eyes towards the sky, “would that mywanderings might end here! Would that these grateful tears withwhich I now mourn hope misplaced, and love despised, might flowin peace for ever!”
‘The wish was heard. It was in the time of the heathen deities,who used occasionally to take people at their words, with apromptness, in some cases, extremely awkward. The groundopened beneath the prince’s feet; he sank into the chasm77; andinstantaneously it closed upon his head for ever, save where hishot tears welled up through the earth, and where they havecontinued to gush78 forth ever since.
‘It is observable that, to this day, large numbers of elderly ladiesand gentlemen who have been disappointed in procuring79 partners,and almost as many young ones who are anxious to obtain them,repair annually80 to Bath to drink the waters, from which theyderive much strength and comfort. This is most complimentary81 tothe virtue54 of Prince Bladud’s tears, and strongly corroborative82 ofthe veracity83 of this legend.’
Mr. Pickwick yawned several times when he had arrived at theend of this little manuscript, carefully refolded, and replaced it inthe inkstand drawer, and then, with a countenance expressive84 ofthe utmost weariness, lighted his chamber46 candle, and wentupstairs to bed. He stopped at Mr. Dowler’s door, according tocustom, and knocked to say good-night.
‘Ah!’ said Dowler, ‘going to bed? I wish I was. Dismal85 night.
Windy; isn’t it?’
‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Good-night.’
‘Good-night.’
Mr. Pickwick went to his bedchamber, and Mr. Dowlerresumed his seat before the fire, in fulfilment of his rash promiseto sit up till his wife came home.
There are few things more worrying than sitting up forsomebody, especially if that somebody be at a party. You cannothelp thinking how quickly the time passes with them, which dragsso heavily with you; and the more you think of this, the more yourhopes of their speedy arrival decline. Clocks tick so loud, too,when you are sitting up alone, and you seem as if you had anunder-garment of cobwebs on. First, something tickles86 your rightknee, and then the same sensation irritates your left. You have nosooner changed your position, than it comes again in the arms;when you have fidgeted your limbs into all sorts of queer shapes,you have a sudden relapse in the nose, which you rub as if to rub itoff―as there is no doubt you would, if you could. Eyes, too, aremere personal inconveniences; and the wick of one candle gets aninch and a half long, while you are snuffing the other. These, andvarious other little nervous annoyances87, render sitting up for alength of time after everybody else has gone to bed, anything but acheerful amusement.
This was just Mr. Dowler’s opinion, as he sat before the fire,and felt honestly indignant with all the inhuman88 people at theparty who were keeping him up. He was not put into betterhumour either, by the reflection that he had taken it into his head,early in the evening, to think he had got an ache there, and sostopped at home. At length, after several droppings asleep, andfallings forward towards the bars, and catchings backward soonenough to prevent being branded in the face, Mr. Dowler made uphis mind that he would throw himself on the bed in the back roomand think―not sleep, of course.
‘I’m a heavy sleeper,’ said Mr. Dowler, as he flung himself onthe bed. ‘I must keep awake. I suppose I shall hear a knock here.
Yes. I thought so. I can hear the watchman. There he goes. Fainternow, though. A little fainter. He’s turning the corner. Ah!’ WhenMr. Dowler arrived at this point, hIe turned the corner at which hehad been long hesitating, and fell fast asleep.
Just as the clock struck three, there was blown into the crescenta sedan-chair with Mrs. Dowler inside, borne by one short, fatchairman, and one long, thin one, who had had much ado to keeptheir bodies perpendicular90: to say nothing of the chair. But on thathigh ground, and in the crescent, which the wind swept round andround as if it were going to tear the paving stones up, its fury wastremendous. They were very glad to set the chair down, and give agood round loud double-knock at the street door.
They waited some time, but nobody came.
‘Servants is in the arms o’ Porpus, I think,’ said the shortchairman, warming his hands at the attendant link-boy’s torch.
‘I wish he’d give ’em a squeeze and wake ’em,’ observed thelong one.
‘Knock again, will you, if you please,’ cried Mrs. Dowler fromthe chair. ‘Knock two or three times, if you please.’
The short man was quite willing to get the job over, as soon aspossible; so he stood on the step, and gave four or five moststartling double-knocks, of eight or ten knocks a-piece, while thelong man went into the road, and looked up at the windows for alight.
Nobody came. It was all as silent and dark as ever.
‘Dear me!’ said Mrs. Dowler. ‘You must knock again, if youplease.’
‘There ain’t a bell, is there, ma’am?’ said the short chairman.
‘Yes, there is,’ interposed the link-boy, ‘I’ve been a-ringing at itever so long.’
‘It’s only a handle,’ said Mrs. Dowler, ‘the wire’s broken.’
‘I wish the servants’ heads wos,’ growled91 the long man.
‘I must trouble you to knock again, if you please,’ said Mrs.
Dowler, with the utmost politeness.
The short man did knock again several times, withoutproducing the smallest effect. The tall man, growing veryimpatient, then relieved him, and kept on perpetually knockingdouble-knocks of two loud knocks each, like an insane postman.
At length Mr. Winkle began to dream that he was at a club, andthat the members being very refractory92, the chairman was obligedto hammer the table a good deal to preserve order; then he had aconfused notion of an auction93 room where there were no bidders,and the auctioneer was buying everything in; and ultimately hebegan to think it just within the bounds of possibility thatsomebody might be knocking at the street door. To make quitecertain, however, he remained quiet in bed for ten minutes or so,and listened; and when he had counted two or three-and-thirtyknocks, he felt quite satisfied, and gave himself a great deal ofcredit for being so wakeful.
‘Rap rap-rap rap-rap rap-ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rap!’ went theknocker.
Mr. Winkle jumped out of bed, wondering very much whatcould possibly be the matter, and hastily putting on his stockingsand slippers94, folded his dressing-gown round him, lighted a flatcandle from the rush-light that was burning in the fireplace, andhurried downstairs.
‘Here’s somebody comin’ at last, ma’am,’ said the shortchairman.
‘I wish I wos behind him vith a bradawl,’ muttered the long one.
‘Who’s there?’ cried Mr. Winkle, undoing95 the chain.
‘Don’t stop to ask questions, cast-iron head,’ replied the longman, with great disgust, taking it for granted that the inquirer wasa footman; ‘but open the door.’
‘Come, look sharp, timber eyelids,’ added the otherencouragingly.
Mr. Winkle, being half asleep, obeyed the commandmechanically, opened the door a little, and peeped out. The firstthing he saw, was the red glare of the link-boy’s torch. Startled bythe sudden fear that the house might be on fire, he hastily threwthe door wide open, and holding the candle above his head, staredeagerly before him, not quite certain whether what he saw was asedan-chair or a fire-engine. At this instant there came a violentgust of wind; the light was blown out; Mr. Winkle felt himselfirresistibly impelled96 on to the steps; and the door blew to, with aloud crash.
‘Well, young man, now you have done it!’ said the shortchairman.
Mr. Winkle, catching89 sight of a lady’s face at the window of thesedan, turned hastily round, plied23 the knocker with all his mightand main, and called frantically97 upon the chairman to take thechair away again.
‘Take it away, take it away,’ cried Mr. Winkle. ‘Here’s somebodycoming out of another house; put me into the chair. Hide me! Dosomething with me!’
All this time he was shivering with cold; and every time heraised his hand to the knocker, the wind took the dressing-gown ina most unpleasant manner.
‘The people are coming down the crescent now. There areladies with ‘em; cover me up with something. Stand before me!’
roared Mr. Winkle. But the chairmen were too much exhaustedwith laughing to afford him the slightest assistance, and the ladieswere every moment approaching nearer and nearer. Mr. Winklegave a last hopeless knock; the ladies were only a few doors off. Hethrew away the extinguished candle, which, all this time he hadheld above his head, and fairly bolted into the sedan-chair whereMrs. Dowler was.
Now, Mrs. Craddock had heard the knocking and the voices atlast; and, only waiting to put something smarter on her head thanher nightcap, ran down into the front drawing-room to make surethat it was the right party. Throwing up the window-sash as Mr.
Winkle was rushing into the chair, she no sooner caught sight ofwhat was going forward below, than she raised a vehement98 anddismal shriek99, and implored100 Mr. Dowler to get up directly, for hiswife was running away with another gentleman.
Upon this, Mr. Dowler bounced off the bed as abruptly101 as anIndia-rubber ball, and rushing into the front room, arrived at onewindow just as Mr. Pickwick threw up the other, when the firstobject that met the gaze of both, was Mr. Winkle bolting into thesedan-chair.
‘Watchman,’ shouted Dowler furiously, ‘stop him―hold him―keep him tight―shut him in, till I come down. I’ll cut his throat―give me a knife―from ear to ear, Mrs. Craddock―I will!’ Andbreaking from the shrieking102 landlady, and from Mr. Pickwick, theindignant husband seized a small supper-knife, and tore into thestreet. But Mr. Winkle didn’t wait for him. He no sooner heard thehorrible threat of the valorous Dowler, than he bounced out of thesedan, quite as quickly as he had bounced in, and throwing off hisslippers into the road, took to his heels and tore round thecrescent, hotly pursued by Dowler and the watchman. He keptahead; the door was open as he came round the second time; herushed in, slammed it in Dowler’s face, mounted to his bedroom,locked the door, piled a wash-hand-stand, chest of drawers, and atable against it, and packed up a few necessaries ready for flightwith the first ray of morning.
Dowler came up to the outside of the door; avowed103, through thekeyhole, his steadfast104 determination of cutting Mr. Winkle’s throatnext day; and, after a great confusion of voices in the drawing-room, amidst which that of Mr. Pickwick was distinctly heardendeavouring to make peace, the inmates105 dispersed106 to theirseveral bed-chambers, and all was quiet once more.
It is not unlikely that the inquiry107 may be made, where Mr.
Weller was, all this time? We will state where he was, in the nextchapter.
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