One sing'ler idea he had in that Ed of his,which must have meant something,or it wouldn't have been there.It was always his opinion that he was entitled to property.He never would put his name to anything.He had been taught to write,by the young man without arms,who got his living with his toes (quite a writing master HE was,and taught scores in the line),but Chops would have starved to death,afore he'd have gained a bit of bread by putting his hand to a paper.This is the more curious to bear in mind,because HE had no property,nor hope of property,except his house and a sarser.When I say his house,I mean the box,painted and got up outside like a reg'lar six-roomer,that he used to creep into,with a diamond ring (or quite as good to look at)on his forefinger,and ring a little bell out of what the Public believed to be the Drawing-room winder.And when I say a sarser,I mean a Chaney sarser in which he made a collection for himself at the end of every Entertainment.His cue for that,he took from me:"Ladies and gentlemen,the little man will now walk three times round the Cairawan,and retire behind the curtain."When he said anything important,in private life,he mostly wound it up with this form of words,and they was generally the last thing he said to me at night afore he went to bed.
He had what I consider a fine mind--a poetic mind.His ideas respectin his property never come upon him so strong as when he sat upon a barrel-organ and had the handle turned.Arter the wibration had run through him a little time,he would screech out,"Toby,Ifeel my property coming--grind away!I'm counting my guineas by thousands,Toby--grind away!Toby,I shall be a man of fortun!Ifeel the Mint a jingling in me,Toby,and I'm swelling out into the Bank of England!"Such is the influence of music on a poetic mind.
Not that he was partial to any other music but a barrel-organ;on the contrary,hated it.
He had a kind of a everlasting grudge agin the Public:which is a thing you may notice in many phenomenons that get their living out of it.What riled him most in the nater of his occupation was,that it kep him out of Society.He was continiwally saying,"Toby,my ambition is,to go into Society.The curse of my position towards the Public is,that it keeps me hout of Society.This don't signify to a low beast of a Indian;he an't formed for Society.This don't signify to a Spotted Baby;HE an't formed for Society.--I am."Nobody never could make out what Chops done with his money.He had a good salary,down on the drum every Saturday as the day came round,besides having the run of his teeth--and he was a Woodpecker to eat--but all Dwarfs are.The sarser was a little income,bringing him in so many halfpence that he'd carry 'em for a week together,tied up in a pocket-handkercher.And yet he never had money.And it couldn't be the Fat Lady from Norfolk,as was once supposed;because it stands to reason that when you have a animosity towards a Indian,which makes you grind your teeth at him to his face,and which can hardly hold you from Goosing him audible when he's going through his War-Dance--it stands to reason you wouldn't under them circumstances deprive yourself,to support that Indian in the lap of luxury.
Most unexpected,the mystery come out one day at Egham Races.The Public was shy of bein pulled in,and Chops was ringin his little bell out of his drawing-room winder,and was snarlin to me over his shoulder as he kneeled down with his legs out at the back-door--for he couldn't be shoved into his house without kneeling down,and the premises wouldn't accommodate his legs--was snarlin,"Here's a precious Public for you;why the Devil don't they tumble up?"when a man in the crowd holds up a carrier-pigeon,and cries out,"If there's any person here as has got a ticket,the Lottery's just drawed,and the number as has come up for the great prize is three,seven,forty-two!Three,seven,forty-two!"I was givin the man to the Furies myself,for calling off the Public's attention--for the Public will turn away,at any time,to look at anything in preference to the thing showed 'em;and if you doubt it,get 'em together for any indiwidual purpose on the face of the earth,and send only two people in late,and see if the whole company an't far more interested in takin particular notice of them two than of you--I say,I wasn't best pleased with the man for callin out,and wasn't blessin him in my own mind,when I see Chops's little bell fly out of winder at a old lady,and he gets up and kicks his box over,exposin the whole secret,and he catches hold of the calves of my legs and he says to me,"Carry me into the wan,Toby,and throw a pail of water over me or I'm a dead man,for I've come into my property!"Twelve thousand odd hundred pound,was Chops's winnins.He had bought a half-ticket for the twenty-five thousand prize,and it had come up.The first use he made of his property,was,to offer to fight the Wild Indian for five hundred pound a side,him with a poisoned darnin-needle and the Indian with a club;but the Indian being in want of backers to that amount,it went no further.
Arter he had been mad for a week--in a state of mind,in short,in which,if I had let him sit on the organ for only two minutes,Ibelieve he would have bust--but we kep the organ from him--Mr.Chops come round,and behaved liberal and beautiful to all.He then sent for a young man he knowed,as had a wery genteel appearance and was a Bonnet at a gaming-booth (most respectable brought up,father havin been imminent in the livery stable line but unfort'nate in a commercial crisis,through paintin a old gray,ginger-bay,and sellin him with a Pedigree),and Mr.Chops said to this Bonnet,who said his name was Normandy,which it wasn't:
"Normandy,I'm a goin into Society.Will you go with me?"Says Normandy:"Do I understand you,Mr.Chops,to hintimate that the 'ole of the expenses of that move will be borne by yourself?""Correct,"says Mr.Chops."And you shall have a Princely allowance too."The Bonnet lifted Mr.Chops upon a chair,to shake hands with him,and replied in poetry,with his eyes seemingly full of tears:
"My boat is on the shore,And my bark is on the sea,And I do not ask for more,But I'll Go:-along with thee."They went into Society,in a chay and four grays with silk jackets.
