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Lost Mr. Blake

Fun n.s. VIII - 28th Nov. 1868
Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner,
  Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak:
He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of grog on Sunday after
dinner,
  And seldom thought of going to church more than twice (or if good Friday or
Christmas Day happened to come in it) three times a week.

He was quite indifferent as to the particular kinds of dresses
  That the clergyman wore at the church where he used to go to pray,
And whatever he did in the way of relieving a chap's distresses,
  He always did in a nasty, sneaking, underhanded, hole-and-corner sort of way.

I have known him indulge in profane, ungentlemanly emphatics,
  When the Protestant Church has been divided on the subject of the width of a chasuble's
hem;
I have even known him to sneer at albs — and as for dalmatics,
  Words can't convey an idea of the contempt he expressed for them.

He didn't believe in persons who, not being well off themselves, are obliged to confine
their charitable exertions to collecting money from wealthier people,
  And looked upon individuals of the former class as ecclesiastical hawks;
He used to say that he would no more think of interfering with his priest's robes than with
his church or his steeple,
  And that he did not consider his soul imperilled because somebody over whom he had
no influence whatever, chose to dress himself up like an ecclesiastical Guy Fawkes.

This shocking old vagabond was so unutterably shameless
  That he actually went a-courting a very respectable and pious middle-aged sister, by the
name of Biggs:
She was a rather attractive widow whose life, as such, had always been particularly
blameless;
  Her first husband had left her a secure but moderate competence owing to some
fortunate speculations in the matter of figs.

She was an excellent person in every way--and won the respect even of Mrs. Grundy,
  She was a good housewife, too, and wouldn't have wasted a penny if she had owned the
Koh-i-noor;
She was just as strict as he was lax in her observance of Sunday,
  And being a good economist, and charitable besides, she took all the bones and cold
potatoes and broken pie-crusts and candle-ends (when she had quite done with them), and made them into an excellent soup for the deserving poor.

I am sorry to say that she rather took to Blake — that outcast of society;
  And when respectable brothers who were fond of her began to look dubious and to
cough,
She would say, "Oh, my friends, it's because I hope to bring this poor benighted soul back
to virtue and propriety"
  (And besides, the poor benighted soul, with all his faults, was uncommonly well off).

And when Mr. Blake's dissipated friends called his attention to the frown or the pout of her,
  Whenever he did anything which appeared to her to savour of an unmentionable place,
He would say she would be a very decent old girl when all that nonsense was knocked out
of her —
  And his method of knocking it out of her is one that covered him with disgrace.

She was fond of going to church services four times every Sunday, and four or five times
in the week, and never seemed to pall of them,
  So he hunted out all the churches within a convenient distance that had services at
different hours, so to speak;
And when he had married her he positively insisted upon their going to all of them,
  So they contrived to do about twelve churches every Sunday, and, if they had luck, from
twenty-two to twenty-three in the course of the week.

Illustration by Gilbert

She was fond of dropping his sovereigns ostentatiously into the plate, and she liked to
see them stand out rather conspicuously against the commonplace half-crowns and shillings,
  So he took her to all the charity sermons, and if by any extraordinary chance there wasn't
a charity sermon anywhere, he would drop a couple of sovereigns (one for him and one for her) into the poor-box at the door:
And as he always deducted the sums thus given in charity from the housekeeping money,
and the money he allowed her for her bonnets and frillings,
  She soon began to find that even charity, if you allow it to interfere with your personal
luxuries, becomes an intolerable bore.

On Sundays she was always melancholy and anything but good society,
  For that day in her household was a day of sighings and sobbings and wringing of hands
and shaking of heads:
She wouldn't hear of a button being sewn on a glove, because it was a work neither of
necessity nor of piety,
  And strictly prohibited her servants from amusing themselves, or indeed doing anything
at all except dusting the drawing-rooms, cleaning the boots and shoes, cooking the dinner, waiting generally on the family, and making the beds.

But Blake even went farther than that, and said that, on Sundays, people should do their
own works of necessity, and not delegate them to persons in a menial situation,
  So he wouldn't allow his servants to do so much as even answer a bell.
Here he is making his wife carry up the water for her bath to the second floor, much
against her inclination, —
  And why in the world the gentleman who illustrates these ballads has put him into a
cocked hat is more than I can tell.

Illustration by Gilbert

After about three months of this sort of thing, taking the smooth with the rough of it
  (Blacking her own boots and peeling her own potatoes was not her notion of connubial
bliss),
Mrs. Blake began to find that she had pretty nearly had enough of it,
  And came, in course of time, to think that Blake's own original line of conduct wasn't so
much amiss.

And now that wicked person — that detestable sinner ("Belial Blake" his friends and well-
wishers call him for his atrocities),
  And his poor deluded victim whom all her Christian brothers dislike and pity so,
Go to the parish church only on Sunday morning and afternoon and occasionally on a
week-day, and spend their evenings in connubial fondlings and affectionate reciprocities,
  And I should like to know where in the world (or rather, out of it) they expect to go!

Illustration by Gilbert

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