FOREIGNERS' PORTRAITS OF ENGLISHMEN.

Nelson Examiner and New Zealand Chronicle, Volume X, Issue 482, 31 May 1851, Page 60

FOREIGNERS' PORTRAITS OF ENGLISHMEN.

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The extraordinary being, conjured up in the minds of most foreigners under the generic term Englishman, seems to be something more uncom. mon than the veracious Gulliver ever encountered, and more heterogenous than John Bulwer in his Artificiall Changeling poortrayed. As a Spanish ollapodrida, and a Devonshire squab pie, are said to be made up of all the contradictory edibles that can be conceivably assembled in one dish, so is the hash, cooked up by the French or German novelist and dramatist to represent a true born Briton, an incarnation of every unlikely extravagance it is possible to assemble in one character. The true expression of what is popularly believed of us abroad is not to be found so distinctly set forth in novels, as in plays. The novelist is restricted in a measure within the not narrow bounds of probability ; but the dramatist may first revel at will in the rankest breadths of impossible absurdity, and then the actor may intensify the enormity by dress, gait, and unmeasured foolery. The amount of instruction on the manners, habits, feelings, modes of expressions, gestures, and general demeanour of his compatriots which an Englishman may glean in some of the foreign theatres, when an Englishman is being represented on the stage, is perfectly astounding. We have in this way become acquainted with English characteristics of which the most comically inclined maniac could never dream after the most dispeptic of suppers.

1 It is not long since the mirror held up to Nature — that is, English nature reflected by the French — revealed to us at the Ambigu Comique, and at the Theatre dcs Yarietes, in Paris, " that of ourselves which yet we know not of" — dreamt not of. One gentleman, who supported not only the character of a Prefect, but an enormous cocked-hat, assured us that when we were at home we groaned under the tyranny of a feudal govern* ment, which ground us to the dust ; that our Commonalty was over- ridden and harrowed by tax-exacting aristocrats ; that they died of starvation in heaps ; that if they dared to call their souls their own, the latter were summarily released from their bodies by a perambulating police disguised as members of "the Royal Humane Society. In another scene, the same public instructor told us that all English (of course including the starved community) possess enormous wealth,- which they usually employ in the purchase of "Le litre de Lord;"— an unnecessary outlay, as every person not a tradesman receives the tittle of course. Yet this avails them little, as the different orders of our nobility hold no communication with persons of higher or lower r&nk ; our national pride prevemjng^he one, and the best of all reasons—" becajure they can't," — the other. Our patricians ride abroad followed by armed retainers, nor is any vulgar person allowed to come between the wind and their nobility, the streets being expressly cleared for them by constables. When at home, however, seated in a golden chair, in company with the Spleen, the •• jeune Miss," his wife, and a " boulledog," a native of our kingdom passes his time chiefly in drinking tea with lemon in it, and saying, " Hoh ; — Hah!— Yeeas!— Gottam !— and ver gut!"

Our ladies are a little too much given to fighting, and a little too lightly won. We sell our wives. This is a very common mercantile transaction indeed. A " pen "of no mean dimensions is appropriated in Smithfield for the interesting periodical auction. Our Queen makes away with many millions a year, and cuts off the heads of any persons to whom she may take a dislike, or hangs them without the intervention of judge, jury, or any other functionary than the executioner, who — another Tristam the Hermit — is a regular member of the royal household. We are, however, for the most part, a harmless and ridiculous race, affording excellent sport to innkeepers and adventurers. We eat prodigiously. Indeed, so great is our love for good cheer, that we name our children after our favourite dishes*, If a person in good society is not called Sir Rosbif, he will probably answer to the name \of Lord Bifstek — in honour of the two great national dishes, which we have spelt in that manner from time immemorial.

In a pretty piece at the gymnase in Paris, where the Prime Minister of England unfortunately ruined himself by speculating in railway shares, a thorough-going English servant appeared under that thorough-going English name Tom Bob — the honest fellow having been christened Tom, and born the lawful son of Mr. and Mrs. Bob. In an Italian adaptation of Dumas' preposterous play of " Kean," which we once saw at the great Theatre of Genoa, the curtain rose upon that celebrated tragedian, and fast asleep in a chair, attired in a dark blouse fastened round the waist with a broad belt and a most prodigious buckle, and wearing a dark red hat of the sugar loaf shape, nearly three feet high. Hefcborein his hand a champagne bottle, with the label Rhum, in large capital letters, carefully turned toward the audience ; and two or three dozen of the same popular liquor which we are nationally accustomed to drink neat as imported by the half-gallon, ornamented the floor of the apartment. Every frequenter of the Coal Hole Tavern, in the Strand, on that occasion wore a sword and a beard.

Every English lady presented on the stage in Italy wears a green veil ; and almost every such specimen of oar fair countrywomen carries a blight red reticule, made in the form of a monstrous heart. We do not remember to have ever seen an Englishman on the Italian stage, or in the Italian Circus, without a stomach like Daniel Lambert, an immense shirt frill, and a bunch of watch seals, each several times larger than hii watch, though the watch itself was an impossible engine. And we have rarely beheld this mimic Englishman, without seeing present, then and there, a score of real Englishmen, sufficiently characteristic and unlike the rest of the audience, to whom he bore no shadow of resemblance.

These edifying pictures of the English are not complete without the finishing touches of grotesque absurdity vouchsafed by the actors. A few winters ago we were enticed into the little theatre of Coblentz, by the information paraded in large placards on the doors, that it was " very well warmed;" that Auber's Opera of Fra Diavolo was

to be played, and that the part of Lord Alleash was to be personated by a distinguished comic actor. Even while we write, his Lordship is before our minds-eye, blazingly costumed in a green coat, blue inexpressibles, top boots, a brace of yellow handkerchiefs sticking out of either pocket, a couple of watches, and a hat with a feather in it ! Yet if they do not know something of the ordinary appearance of aa English traveller in Coblentz, where should they ? He must be at least as well known there, as in Devonshire or the Isle of Wight. So in Brussels, where the English almost outnumber the native population, the audiences relish a curious amount of ignorance respecting England and the English ; as the dramatis persona; of a piece exhibited so recently as last May, at the Theatre St. Hubert, will show. It was called "La Lectrice, ou une folie de jeune homme. Cemedie Vaudeville en 2 actes, par M. Bazard." It must have had a considerable run ; for the play bill states that M. Ferville had created a great sensation in the character of " Sir Cobridge," at Paris. We have some idea that " Sir Cobridge" must be intended for the Sleeping Partner in a Porter-Brewery, and that the name is a dreary reminiscence of the popular individual Sir Co. made easy of remembrance by signboards. But the first personage we have occasion to mention is, " Sir Arthur " (jeune officer), who has no other name, and who has no occasion for one, everybody calling him " my Lord," according (as he observed) to the usual form of address in England. Sir Arthur considers it the first duty of a British officer to insult a respectable blind old gentleman — who is moreover his guest, because the blind old gentleman ventures to insinuate something against one of the officers of Sir Arthur's regiment, through whom he.has suffered severely. This chivalrous young nobleman, disdaining all inquiry into the circumstances, at once constitutes himself champion of every individual belonging to the entire British army. The next personage is a young gentleman possessing (as he observed) a name extremely common in Britain, to wit, ", Clac-Own." The actor of this part was fitted up with a wig of violently red hair, like a carriage-rug, and was dressed in a kind of fusion of an English jockey with a French Field Marshal. Expecting to inherit the vast posses- j sions of his uncle Sir Cobridge, Clac Own passed his time, according to the custom of Anglican nephews in such cases, in giving his uncle to understand how extremely inconvenient he finds his society, and inainforming him that " Shak-es-pair"—who, being Sir Cobridge's favourite author, is naturally the avowed bugbear of ClacOwn — is an insufferable bore. This is going too far, and the wealthy old gentleman (who has quietly submitted to every other species of personal insult from his intended heir) is so shocked by this contempt for '■ Shak-es-pair," that he feels himself compelled to sing; wherein he demonstrates, in the most lucid tira-lal-a logic, that Clac-Own is very decidedly in the wrong. The scene concludes by Sir Cobridge ordering ClacOwn off, in some very deep bass notes, to "Le Lincoln!"— an idiomatic place of banishment, that would appear to be very popular among us, though whether it stands for Coventry, Bath, Jericho, Halifax, or any other such place, we are unable to report. Clac-Own, Sir Arthur, and several others having assembled at a later stage of the proceedings to go out hunting, the Belgian public perceive that our usual equipment for that sport is a white tailed coat, light blue breeches, patent leather hessian boots with brass spurs, a red neckerchief — such as one may see whispering to the gale in Field Lane or Wapping — a turned-down shirt-collar, a gun, a cutlass, and an enormous game pouch. Thus arrayed and mounted ou the " chevaux fougueux "of our island, we pursue and capture the crafty fox. When we add that Monsieur Bazard, who is the author of this singular production, is of the opinion of Boiardo, that the English have an especial talent for falling off their horses — and no wonder, riding across the conntry in such trim I — we have described the leading points of this accurate picture.

Most of these distorted views of English life originate with the French, with whom we have had most intercourse, and who ought to know us best ; but among our German and Austrian friends the dramatic caricaturists have a very hard hit at us now and then. Only last month we were attracted-to the Carl Theatre, in Vienra by one little line in a play-bill, which announced a new piece, the English title of which, " The Benefit Night." Here is the line —

Lord Pudding, a Travelling Englishman.. Mr, Heese.

In rigid obedience to the law, which has impressed the names of eatables upon the eaters thereof, the author had christened bis " pock pudEnglisher" (to borrow a pleasant periphrasis from Scotland, out of the pot. Nevertheless, " The Benefit Night" — in which we think we descry some reflection of a very good French vaudeville — is written with considerable cleverness and wit. The plot was chiefly evolved from the endeavours of a manager to obtain the assistance of certain eminent stars of the profession for his benefit. He first presented himself to a great singer, who was of course, afflicted with a bad cold, but who* was at length frightened into voice, by hearing that a rival had already agreed to sing this part, and by an assurance from the manager, that the new singer had already taken everybody by storm at the rehearsal. A great tragedian the manager won by flattery ; " the food of gods" being the only thing worthy the acceptance of so august a personage ; and a dancer he bribed by assuring her that the wealthy Englishman, Lord Pudding, would be in the house especially to fall in love with her. He also promished a troop |of experienced claquers to applaud her new " pas." We were introduced to Lord Pudding as he appeared while indulging in the singular fancy of taking a lesson in elocution from a German actor ! His personal appearance was wonderful to behold. He was much stuffed out with wadding to increase his natural proportions, and his coat was such as the tailors, not only of Pall Mall and St. James'sstreet, but of any English extraction or habitation whatsover — would see with amaze. It was composed of a blue dress coat, with white buttons, a red waistcoat, nankeen tights, shoes of polished leather, and long brass spurs. His neckerchief w«s a bright blue, carrying the eye pleasantly up 'Oja very white hat with an imperceptible brim, 'the author appeared to have studied the manners

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of our aristocracy with exceeding diligence ; for, to the usual particularities which may be considered the " stock" of foreign theatricals, he added some strikingly original features. Lord Pudding was of coursealover, and of course an unsuccessful one; he was jilted by the French dancer. When he danced he was made to tumble; when he saluted a lady he gave his lips a loud smack. He entered a room like a whirlwind, and between his paroxysms of " fuss," our usual friendly salutation •• Gottam," was repeated many time, to the enthusiastic delight of the audience, who believed it to be a polished sort of " How-d'-ye-do ?" He was quite the Clown to the Ring ; and had the long pockets — in which that gentleman usually searched for the chalk when it is required for the tight-rope— •well filled. Nor was Pudding stingy with his money. Despite his hard usage by the ballet-lady, he was liberal to the manager. Though wrathful, he was of easy faith ; being readily imposed upon, and peculiarly sensible to flattery, by which means he was induced to take three boxes for the benefit, viz., one for himself, one for the policeman who had been in constant attendance on him since his arrival, to restrain his inveterate propensity for knocking down the lieges of the city (so intense was his love for "the boaks;") the third for the exclusive occupation of his boulledog ! One or two little touches, which distinguished his lordship, showed that the actor was, at least, an observer. Such were, the hat pushed back from the crimson forehead, the heavy rolling walk, and a strenuous objection to be kissed— all particularly English. Other sepcimens of the genus we had previously seen, however, showed that Lord Pudding was a very fair example of an English gentleman on the German stage. We cannot but believe that though amusing, these caricatures— exhibited as they are to ignorant and prejudiced minds— tend to confound the just relations between one people and another. Perhaps friendly excursions on both sides of the channel may do much to lessen these absurdities. Unfortunately — as recent publications too well prove — the mistaken estimate of the English is by no means corrected by the graver works now and then put forth by distinguished men. Highly as we esteem M, Guizot, and some Frenchmen of real attainments, who have written upon England, -we have never taken up a book on the subject without painful disappointment, or without seeing in it errors almost equal to M. Ledru Rolhn's more recent incongruities.

To the honour of our modern English authors be it spoken, they have been zealous to avoid such ridiculous mistakes. It is true that the harmless old legends respecting foreigners — that nine- tenths of them are Frenchmen ; that all are of very slender proportions in figure $ and their staple diet is frogs ; and that, despite Alison's and every other History of Europe, they very much prefer to dance than to fight ; together with other popular delusions — still linger in the minds of some of our bold peasants and milder Cockneys ; but it is to be hoped, after many years of peace and better sense, that we may now claim for the majority of even the under- educated British public, a more correct knowledge .of the personnel and manners of our continental neighbours, than our continental neighbours manifestly have of us. The very foible of Lord Pudding himself — that of being a travelling Englishman — would defend him from such blunders as the Literary Frankenstein who gave life to the monster, has fallen into. Travelling English are common abroad, who speak foreign languages and understand foreign customs, ex. tremely well. There are many of our traveller^ whom we should be very glad to improve : and thanks to railways, and to our possession of som c — though not very much — of the wealth which th c foreign dramatic and firtionist artists so liberally attribute to us, we are rapidly polishing off th c rust of national prejudice, and ignorance of ooru r brethren abroad. Should an English author o actor be guilty of such laughable mistakes about foreigners as those we have pointed out, woe unut. terable would alight on his ignorant head. Every sort of attraction which brings people of different nations, and even of different countries together — whether it be a German wool fair, a music meeting, or a Swiss shooting-mateh — smooths away the acerbities of caste, and strengthens the sympathies of individuals. Let us, therefore, hope that the myriads of exotics which will be attached next year to the Great Industrial Conservatory in Hyde Park, will receive new vigour and fresh intelligence from their temporary transplantation ; that they will learn that Englishmen and English women are not quite the monstrosities they at present appear to believe them. Foreigners will then have the advantage of seeing us at home, and in a mass; and will thenceforth cease to judge us by those lollies which they observe in a few idle tourists from these islands. They will see us as we are, reciprocrating what we believe to be the general desire here, in reference to them.

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