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so queer a conceit should have entered it, for seldom has there been a face more gnarled and
a knotted with crabbed cogitation than that of this man, who was one of the last of the Giants ;)-among his emblems, I say, is one
, which represents Cupid sowing a field, and little heads springing out of the ground on all sides, some up to the neck, others to the shoulders, and some with the arms out. If the crop were examined I agree with Mr. Wordsworth that Poets would be found there as thick as darnel in the corn ;-and grave counsellors would not be wanting whose advice would be that they should be weeded out.
The Pantagruelists are scarcer. Greece produced three great tragic Poets, and only one Aristophanes. The French had but one Rabelais when the seven Pleiades shone in their poetical hemisphere. We have seen a succession of great Tragedians from Betterton to the present time; and in all that time there has been but one Grimaldi in whom the Pantagruelism of Pantomime has found its perfect representative.
And yet the Reader must not hastily conclude that I think Pantagruelism a better thing than Poetry, because it is rarer; that were imputing to me the common error of estimating things by their rarity rather than their worth, an error more vulgar than any which Sir Thomas Brown has refuted. But I do hold this, that all the greatest Poets have had a spice of Pantagruelism in their composition, which I verily believe was essential to their greatness. What the world lost in losing the Margites of Homer we know not, we only know that Homer had there proved himself a Pantagruelist. Shakespear was a Pantagruelist; so was Cervantes; and till the world shall have produced two other men in whom that humour has been wanting equal to these, I hold my point established.
Some one objects Milton. I thank him for the exception; it is just such an exception as proves the rule ; for look only at Milton's Limbo and you will see what a glorious Pantagruelist he might have been,-if the Puritans had not spoilt him for Pantagruelism.
CHAPTER XVIII. P. I.
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
Τα δ' αν επιμνησθώ,-υπό του λόγου εξαναγκαζόμενος επιμνησθήσομαι.
IF William Dove had been installed in office with cap and bells and bauble, he would have been a Professor of Pantagruelism, and might have figured in Flógel's History of such Professors with Tyll Eulenspiegel, Piovano Arlotto, and Peter the Lion; and in Douce's Illustrations of Shakespear with Muckle John, Rees Pengelding and Robin Rush. The humour lay latent till the boy his nephew, hit the spring by reading to him some of those chapters in Rabelais which in their literal grotesqueness were level to the capacity of both. These readings
led to a piece of practical Pantagruelism, for which William would have been whipt if he had worn a Fool's coat.
One unlucky day, Dan was reading to him that chapter wherein young Gargantua relates the course of experiments which he had made with a velvet mask, a leaf of vervain, his mother's glove, a lappet worked with gold thread, a bunch of nettles, and other things more or less unfit for the purpose to which they were applied. To those who are acquainted with the history of Grandgousier's royal family, I need not explain what that purpose was ; nor must I to those who are not, (for reasons that require no explanation) farther than to say it was the same purpose for which that wild enigma (the semi-composition of the Sphinx's Ghost) was designed,—that enigma of all enigmas the wildest,
“ On which was written Pñyuáowi.” William had frequently interrupted him with bursts of laughter; but when they came to that crowning experiment in which Gargantua thought he had found the beau ideal of what
he was seeking, William clapt his hands, and with an expression of glee in his countenance worthy of Eulenspiegel himself exclaimed, “ thou shalt try the Goose, Dan! thou shalt try the Goose!”
So with William's assistance the Goose was tried. They began with due prudence, according to rule, by catching a Goose. In this matter a couple of Ducks Lord Lauderdale knows would not have answered as well. The boy then having gone through the ceremony which the devotees of Baal are said to have performed at the foot of his Image, as the highest act of devotion, (an act of super-reverence it was ;) and for which the Jews are said to have called him in mockery Baalzebul, instead of Baalzebub;-cried out that he was ready. He was at that moment in the third of those eight attitudes which form a Rik'ath. My Readers who are versed in the fashionable Poets of the day (this day I mean—their fashion not being insured for to-morrow)—such Readers, I say, know that a rose is called a ghul, and a nightingale a bulbul, and that this is one way of dres