"Mark my fall and that that ruin'd me."
Shakespeare.
IT seems that the most difficult lesson for a
prosperous man to learn is to know when to eschew speculation;
to be content pursuing the even tenor of well doing and ever
able to fortify the ear against siren assaults which savor of
ambition, how difficult the task! The ease which attended the
raising of the necessary-funds to make me a freeholder of
Surrey, which ("up higher yet, my bannet!") entitled me to a
vote for the county and to mingle with the lords of the soil at
Croyden on election day, doubtless led to a species of inflated
pleasures, but at the same time proved the opening wedge to a
train of action which involved me in the short space of a few
years in utter ruin, and led to the dreadful ordeal of
emigration with a family of nine souls, at the age of forty-five
years, to a distant land. My purchase was part of the estate of
Esquire Batten, of Yeovil, Somerset, banker, who for some years,
on his annual visit to London to collect his rents, enjoyed some
comfort in my cozy little parlor, and never failed to advise me
to purchase the property, consisting of my own premises,
extending a long way back, a grocer's shop next door, and eight
small cottages behind in an alley. He remarked on one occasion
that he was "getting too far advanced in life for this
periodical journey, and I have experienced
nothing but confusion in trusting to agents for the collection
of rents, and therefore I have come to the determination of
bringing the whole of my London property to the hammer. It will
be to your advantage to take the property for £1,200, and I
shall make the payments easy." I thanked him for his
proposition, but doubted my capacity to furnish the means, and
before he received a penny of the purchase money the title deeds
of the freehold were placed in my hands, thus entitling me to a
vote for the borough of Lambeth. Such a business transaction I
never heard of before nor since, and I have been led to believe,
from the indifferent manner in which he received the first
installment of .£400, that he was careless as to whether I paid
him or not, and when he received the last installment he said
that when Batten's terrace was sold to be at the sale and bid
for the end house next to my alley as a means of securing the
future advantage of the property I had just bought. I
subsequently found his advice profitable, but the general sale
being left in the hands of a broker the purchase-money had to be
forthcoming—£700 within seven weeks of the date of the sale.
Thus I was drawn into a dilemma which was likely to prove fatal
to all my good fortune, and from which I could only be
extricated by paying the cash at the given time. I wrote to the
old gentleman, saying that 1 had taken his advice in buying the
house in Batten's terrace, and should be in Yeovil on the
following week for some further advice in the premises. In two
days I received notice from an unknown hand that Mr. Batten was
too ill to see any one, particularly on business. I then wrote
to Jane Turpin, a daughter of my half-brother, Alexander, by a
former wife, explaining my untoward position. She sent, to my
agreeable astonishment, £400, which left me an easy task to make
up the remainder among my friends. My mind considerably
relieved, setting my house in order for a new presiding genius
became the order of the day.
At this time I am beholden to my friend Mr.
Webb, of High Holborn, for an introduction to Miss Mary Ann
Wheeler, whose father was a Mr. Thomas Wheeler, portrait
painter, of Regent street, St. James. I addressed that gentleman
by mail, asking permission to visit his daughter. His answer was
couched in cautious terms, requiring references. I sent him to
Mr. Michie, whose testimony was deemed satisfactory, and which
opened the doors to a happy home, in which I spent many a
delightful evening in conversation and music. David, my first
and only son by my former wife, was now four years old, and I
placed him under the care of relations, Mr. and Mrs. Graham, of
the grammar school, Haddington. His grandmother, Mrs. Jones,
accompanied me to Scotland with him. While there we made a
little tour up the Firth to Stirling by the first steamer that
sailed in these waters; thence by coach to lock sixteen, on the
Forth and Clyde canal; thence by canal to Glasgow. Stopping in
that great mart a few days, we sailed down the Clyde to
Greenock, Dunoon and Rothesay; back again to Glasgow, and thence
by coach to Edinburgh; then again to London by a
Leith smack. We found Mrs. Anderson well, but somewhat
dumpy. Dame Rumor had me married, or about to be, and it was a
downright shame to keep it from her.
On the
4th day of May, 1834, at St. James' church,
Piccadilly, Miss Mary Ann Wheeler became Mrs. David Johnston.
Now I have a volume to write about that lady, but am tongue-tied
on the subject, for here she is by my side on the Pacific coast,
in 1883, mingling her hopes with mine to have the pleasure of
our golden wedding, and she hates the semblance of flattery. So,
loving peace, mum's the word. On our wedding-day we, accompanied
by a few friends, dined at the Star and Garter, Richmond Hill,
one of England's loveliest spots, and which, looking toward
Windsor, is furnished, at this season for rich beauty, with one
of the finest landscapes in the world, and, turning homeward,
under our own vine and fig-tree in the pleasant village of
Peckham spent the honeymoon and fourteen years of our lives. It
was natural to suppose that Mrs. Anderson would be incommoded by
the new arrangement, but to the inevitable she handsomely
yielded and stayed a few days with Mrs. Jones, who also visited
my wife and became attached to her. Thus we were all made
comparatively happy, but the parting scene was not all unfelt;
my own vision might have been so impaired by surplus moisture as
to disentitle it to respect, but I fancied I could detect a wee
bit globule struggling to escape from the philosophical eye of
Mrs. Anderson, who carried with her my heartfelt thanks for the
past and unfeigned good wishes for her future welfare. Oh! how
sad to think of so noble a mind being left to brood over her
troubles alone, hopelessly deserted by one who had sworn to
cherish and protect her while life lasts. Mrs. Jones, my
benefactress, deprived by death of nearly all that makes life
desirable, craving in her loneliness for society,
arranged with Mrs. Anderson to share her dwelling in Islington
until she should carry out her intentions of going home to her
father's house at Cockpen, which, after a considerable time, she
did, and on my last visit to Scotland I had the pleasure of a
chat with her on past events. What became of James Anderson I
never knew and scarcely cared.
An event happened in the village which caused
some sensation about this time. John Thomas------, plumber and
house painter, High street, had four children by a former wife
and four by his present wife. The father of the first wife died,
leaving £1,000 in the 3 per cent consols for the benefit of her
children when they respectively came of age. The eldest son,
John, was a wild, drunken youth, who in one of his paroxysms of
rage threatened to stab his father. He then went to sea, and at
the close of his then distant voyage would be twenty-one years
of age and of course come in for his £250. Now his father,
dreading his presence on his return, and believing that the
possession of this money would only tend to increase the evil
habits of the boy in an unsound state of mind, bethought himself
of intercepting his obtaining it, and after much cogitation in
an evil hour forged his co-trustee's name, a Mr. ------, made
application for the consols through the medium of a broker, and
was a prisoner in the compter, all in the same day. Not being
acquainted with Mr.------, and decidedly opposed to him in
politics, I was not a little surprised to receive a letter on
the following morning from his legal adviser, Mr. Gregson,
requesting an interview at the prison. My better feelings
prompting, I yielded to his desire and repaired to the scene of
anguish. A description of this meeting lies beyond my power: to
depict the condition of the deeply contrite prisoner, the
painful distress of his young wife, with a baby at her breast,
and that of his daughter Emma, who would accompany her
stepmother to the jail. Even Mr. Gregson evinced feeling of
distress, and addressing himself to me, said: "We have sent for
you, Mr. Johnston, to ask you to do an act of kindness to this
miserable family, the head of which has brought ruin upon it by
an act which would a short time ago have cost him his life.
Happily, the law of late has been humanized, but the punishment
awaiting the crime of forgery is necessarily still severe,
namely, transportation to a penal settlement, the maximum being
for life and the minimum for seven years. Now, with a view to
shorten the term as much as possible, I have advised Mr.------to
throw himself on the mercy of the court by pleading guilty of
the crime with which he will in all probability be charged, and
I am glad he has consented to do so.
According to law his real estate on his conviction will be
confiscated to the crown, and his wife and family thereby
reduced to pauperism. To obviate this additional calamity we
have taken the liberty of asking your aid. I have prepared a
deed of trust and guardianship to be subscribed by Mr.------,
giving the power to act into the hands of any person he thinks
proper to appoint, and all parties concerned join me in
requesting you to be kind enough to assume the responsibility
for the sake of the suffering family. The duties will be simply
to collect the rents of eight houses in Hill street, Peckham,
quarterly, and out of the proceeds pay weekly to Mrs.------such
allowance as the creditors of Mr.------ shall deem meet for the
maintenance of the family, the balance to accumulate enough to
warrant a dividend, which you shall call whensoever the cash in
hand is sufficient to justify the expense." To the proposition I
found it impossible to say nay. Nor was the document completed
any too soon, for the trial came off earlier than was
anticipated, the poor man received his sentence of seven years'
transportation beyond the seas, and I found myself in charge of
his wife and seven children during all the long years of his
absence. My wife invited Emma to live with us, which she did for
many years. The compassion and sympathy of the neighbors ran
high in favor of the poor fellow, now he was condemned, many
believing that he never intended to appropriate the money to
himself, and that he spoke the truth when he said that the only
motive which prompted the perpetration of the crime was an
earnest desire to check the downward progress of his first-born
son. Imbued with similar notions, and believing the severity of
the punishment indicated a lack of discrimination in the case,
being strengthened by the popular sentiment, I conceived the
idea of keeping him by a well-timed effort at home. I first went
to the seat of the learned leisure of the vicar and asked him to
head a petition to the prime minister in behalf of John
Thomas------, with a view of retaining him in England during his
term of punishment. "I cannot sign such a petition," the vicar
said. "Will you be kind enough to enlighten me with your
reasons?" "As vicar of the parish of St. Giles, Camber-well, as
justice of the peace, as a conservator of the law, I cannot
sanction any movement that is contrary to the course of law." "I
hope you will pardon me, but you appear to mistake the object of
my mission, which is by no means to defeat justice, but to
temper justice with mercy." Most of the justices of the peace
refused to sign until the vicar headed the petition. Failing
with the high priest I went to the poorly paid curate, who
supported a family on a miserable pittance, Rev. H. W. C. Hyde,
who readily headed the list; the notables of Camberwell quickly
followed, and the petition was in two days swollen to an
enormous magnitude. I then went to the neighboring parish of
Lewisham, where------had been in business in his early years.
The rector of the parish spoke well of the poor convict, and
commenced a list that everybody signed that I could reach in the
short space of time I had to spare.
On the following morning, on my way to the
Home Office with the enormous list of sympathizers, who should
take a seat next to me in the omnibus but my prince of
antagonists, the vicar, who greeted me kindly, and was pleased
to express his admiration of my indefatigability and pleasure at
the success with which it was met, and even hoped that my
efforts would not be thrown away, but have the desired effect.
In fact, he was so genial as to lead me to suppose that he only
required asking to induce him to sign the document. It was his
place, I thought, to lead off. Following this supposition a
train of thought set in. What if he should the second time
refuse? We had wonderfully well succeeded without his aid : let
him slide, and he slid. A cab soon brought me to Downing street,
Westminster, where the government buildings are situated,
wherein the executive affairs of England and her worldwide
colonies are transacted. I had, in the canvass of the first two
general elections of reformed parliaments, taken an active part,
more particularly in behalf of our popular member, Benjamin
Hawes, Jr., who in the interim had been elevated to the under-secretaryship
of the colonies. Leaving my bulky parcel with the liveried
porter, I was ushered into the waiting hall of the Colonies
office, which was filled nearly to crowding by representatives
from all parts of the world, many in their native costumes,
waiting their turn for audience. To my agreeable surprise, on
sending in my card I was immediately favored with an interview.
Hastily informing Mr. Hawes of that which had been done in the
case, I besought him to lose no time in assisting me through.
DIALOGUE: "What do you want of me?" "An
introduction to the premier." "You know not what you ask." "I
have ventured to ask, and I beseech you not to delay,—to-morrow
if possible." "Who is this Mr.------? I don't know him." "It is
not likely you should know him, for he was one of our bitterest
political enemies when you were running for Lambeth on both
occasions, but we lose no prestige in helping a Tory out of a
scrape." "Where is your petition?" "In the outer office." Having
the documents before him he expressed surprise at the number of
names, many of whom were those of his friends and political
admirers. He then said that to present a petition to the.
minister in person would not be in accordance with the
established rule. "You will therefore please to leave it with
me, and I will present it in due form, and also do all I can to
promote its prayer. But with regard to the other feature of your
request, namely, an interview with the premier, I am afraid I
can hold out no hope. Business at the present juncture is so
pressing that I am loth to trespass on his time, even for a
moment." I rose to depart, offering an apology for having
occupied so much of his valuable time, when, placing his hand in
mine, looking me straight in the eye, and doubtless detecting
the illy-concealed workings of disappointment therein depicted,
said: "Good-day, my dear friend ; be not discouraged, we know
nothing of to-morrow." On the following day I received a note to
call at his office next morning, which summons I gladly obeyed,
and speedily found myself, under the auspices of Mr. Hawes, in
the presence of the ruler of the British empire. The kindly
greeting and simple mannerism of the premier inspired me with
courage. I felt at ease when he said, "I have examined your
petition in behalf of J. T: ------, handed to me by Mr. Hawes,
asking a commutation of his sentence of seven years. You have
expressed, a wish to see me on the subject; pray give me your
views and I will listen." What I said I know not. But a
favorable impression was evinced by the receipt of the following
note:
Dear Sir,—I have to inform you that the
sentence of John Thomas ------has been commuted from seven
years' transportation to a penal settlement to two years in
Portsmouth dockyard.
(Signed,) Benjamin
Hawes, Jr.
The joy of Mrs.------, of Emma (who was now
one of us), and the family was unbounded. The congratulations of
the parishioners were numerous and sincere. During the period of
his servitude he conducted himself with marked propriety, and
became very useful to the government, which secured him many
privileges, and even wages for extra work. Poor Emma received
her periodical letters from her father, whom she dearly loved.
They were generally satisfactory, though perused by the
authorities. His black locks had become a sable silvered, but
his health was excellent; nothing to complain of in the
treatment, the restrictions falling short of the deserts of his
folly. At length, restored to his manhood, he reached his home
under the shades of night, and in the same hour, in the presence
of Emma, in my parlor, poured out his soul in gratitude for what
had been done in the behalf of himself and family. A debtor and
creditor account of my stewardship I handed him, with the
balance in hand; "and now," he said, with unspeakable thanks,
"for what you have done for us, I hope you will pardon me asking
a continuance of your legislation for a short time. I have had
an offer for the property in Hill street, which would leave a
balance of £400 clear in my hands, but I cannot overcome the
horror of meeting those with whom I have done business. I must
therefore not only leave Peckham, but the line of business I am
in, and should like to avail my self of your advice." I said,
"It is strange, but there is advertised in the Times of
to-day a snug little shop in my line of business in the village
of Acton, Middlesex. Let us ride out there to-morrow, examine
the books, look around, and judge of its value." We went, we
saw, we bought. Two years afterward I found the family all well
and prosperous. On my way home I called on a friend, and while
seated in his garden Cocking passed over our heads in his
parachute, which was fearfully-oscillating, from the car
attached to Green's Nassau balloon. He was only going up about a
mile or so, as was announced, to astonish the natives by showing
how easy it is to counteract the disastrous consequences of a
rapid obedience to the law of gravitation by means of a
judicious manipulation of the air we breathe. The last of poor
Cocking was related by the aeronaut on his return in the evening
to Vauxhall gardens, whence they ascended early on the same
afternoon. "When they had reached the altitude required," said
Mr. Green, "Mr. Cocking hallooed out: 'Green, cut the rope.' I
replied 'that I was afraid to do so; that from my standpoint the
extreme oscillation made it appear unsafe.' 'If you don't, I
will.' 'That would make it unsafe.' ' Cut the rope,' were the
last words of poor Cocking. I reluctantly did so, and relieved
of his superincumbent weight the Nassau ascended too rapidly to
be pleasant. In half a minute I was out of sight of the bold
adventurer. A flash of lightning could scarcely be more
evanescent than was my gaze upon his hopeless fate. He was found
in a field near Lewisham, in Kent, with every bone in his body
broken."
About this period one of the petty lions of
London was to repair to some isolated spot outside the
din of
the city favorable to hearing the public time-pieces
proclaim the midnight hour. Indulging in the whim under the
lamplight on Vauxhall bridge, watch in hand, I might have been
found timing the process. The light breeze from the east proved
propitious in wafting on the broad and silent bosom of the
Thames the varied sounds emitted from the wide metropolitan
expanse, a medley of sounds not easy to describe. The period
required on that occasion to strike the hour of twelve covered
eight long minutes. The authorities of the Polytechnic
Institution subsequently failed to perceive the force of Mr.
Bain's* proposition to have the clocks of London, by means of
electricity, strike every hour simultaneously. We are now, in
the year 1833, developing the fruits of the great discovery of
Benjamin Franklin, who, about 1760, by means of his ingenious
kiting, chained the lightning to his scientific will.
The Princess Victoria, on the twenty-fourth
day of May, 1837, became of age (eighteen years old).
Considerable anxiety was aroused by certain unpleasant,
ill-defined rumors, said to have emanated from her uncle, the
Duke of Cumberland, King of Hanover, touching the succession to
the throne, which, on feeling the pulse of the nation, the
friends of the Duke suffered to subside.
Alex. Bain laid claim to the distinction of
being the discoverer or inventor of the electric telegraph, but
Mr, Morse proved too strong for the humble Scotch journeyman
watchmaker in American courts of law, and the man who
constructed the electric telegraph between London and Blackwall
had to take a back seat. |