My Friends and Acquaintance
Charles Lamb IV
IV.
THE LAMBS’ DOMESTIC ARRANGEMENTS.—TOO HONEST BY
HALF.
Another characteristic instance of Lamb’s sacrifice of his own most cherished habits and feelings to
those of other people was in the case of a favourite servant,
“Beckey,” to whose will and pleasure both
Charles Lamb and his sister were as much at the mercy as they were
to those of Dash.
This Beckey was an excellent person in her way, and not
the worse that she had not the happiness of comprehending the difference between genius and
common sense—between “an author” and an ordinary man. Accordingly, having a
real regard for her master and mistress, and a strong impression of what was or was not
“good for them,” she used not seldom to take the liberty of telling them
“a bit of her mind,” when they did anything that she considered to be
“odd” or out of the way. And as (to do them jus-
tice) their
whole life and behaviour were as little directed by the rules of common-place as could well
be, Beckey had plenty of occasions for the exercise of her
self-imposed task, of instructing her master and mistress in the ways of the world.
Beckey, too, piqued herself on her previous experience in
observing and treating the vagaries of extraordinary people; for she had lived some years
with Hazlitt before she went to the
Lambs.
In performing the duties of housekeeping the Lambs were
something like an excellent friend of mine, who, when a tradesman brings him home a pair of
particularly easy boots, or any other object perfectionated in a way that peculiarly takes
his fancy, inquires the price, and if it happens to be at all within decent tradesmanlike
limits, says—“No—I cannot give you that price—it is too little—you cannot afford
it, I’m sure—I shall give you so and so”—naming a third or fourth more
than the price demanded. If the Lambs’ baker, for example, had
charged them (as it is said bakers have been known to do) a dozen loaves in their weekly
bill, when they must have known that they had not eaten
two-thirds of
that number, the last thing they would have thought of was complaining of the overcharge.
If they had not consumed the proper quantity to remunerate him for the trouble of serving
them, it was not the baker’s fault, and the least they could do was to pay for it!
Now this kind of logic was utterly lost upon Beckey,
and she would not hear of it. Her master and mistress, she fully admitted, had a right to
be as extravagant as they pleased; but they had no right to confound the distinctions
between honesty and roguery, and it was what she would not permit.
There are few of us who would not duly prize a domestic who had honesty and
wit enough to protect us from the consequences of our own carelessness or indifference; but
where is the one who, like Lamb, without caring one
farthing for the advantages he might derive from Beckey’s
unimpeachable honesty, and her genius for going the best way to market, could not merely
overlook, but be highly gratified and amused by, the ineffable airs of superiority,
amounting to nothing less than a sort of personal patronage, which she
assumed on the strength of these? The truth is, that Beckey used to
take unwarrantable liberties with her quasi-master and mistress—liberties that amounted to
what are usually deemed, in such cases, gross and unpardonable impertinences. Yet I do not
believe any of their friends ever heard a complaint or a harsh word uttered of her, much
less to her; and I believe there was no inconvenience or privation they would not have
submitted to, rather than exchange her blunt honesty for the servile civility, whether
accompanied by honesty or not, of anybody else. And I believe, when
Beckey at last left them, to be married, it was this circumstance,
much more than anything else, which caused them to give up housekeeping, never afterwards
to resume it.
Another notable instance may here be cited of Lamb’s habitual disposition to bend and vail his own feelings,
inclinations, and personal comforts to those of other people. When they left off
housekeeping, and went to reside at Enfield, they boarded for some time in the house of a
reputable old couple, to whom they paid, for the
plainest possible
accommodation, a price almost sufficient to keep all
the household twice over, but where, nevertheless, they were expected to pay for every
extra cup of tea, or any other refreshment, they might offer to any occasional visitor.
Lamb soon found out the mistake he had made in connecting himself
with these people, and did not fail to philosophise (to his friends) on their blind
stupidity, in thus risking what was almost their sole means of support, in order to screw
an extra shilling out of his easy temper. But he endured it patiently, nevertheless. One
circumstance I remember his telling me with great glee, which was evidently unmixed with
any anger or annoyance at the cupidity of these people, but only at its blindness.
Wordsworth and another friend had just been down
to see them, and had taken tea; and in the next week’s bill one of the extra
“teas” was charged an extra sixpence, and on Lamb’s inquiring what this
meant, the reply was, that “the elderly gentleman,” meaning
Wordsworth, “had taken such a quantity of sugar in his
tea.”
Yet this sort of thing Lamb bore
patiently,
month after month, for years, under the feeling, or rather
on the express plea of—What was to become of the poor people if he left them?
The Protectionists never pleaded harder for their “vested
rights” than did Lamb for the claims of these
people to continue to live upon him, and affront him every now and then into the bargain,
because they had been permitted to begin to do so.
William Hazlitt (1778-1830)
English essayist and literary critic; author of
Characters of
Shakespeare's Plays (1817),
Lectures on the English Poets
(1818), and
The Spirit of the Age (1825).
Charles Lamb [Elia] (1775-1834)
English essayist and boyhood friend of Coleridge at Christ's Hospital; author of
Essays of Elia published in the
London
Magazine (collected 1823, 1833) and other works.
Thomas Westwood senior (1833 fl.)
A retired haberdasher, he was the miserly agent for the Phoenix Insurance Company with
whom Charles and Mary Lamb lodged at Enfield from 1829-33.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
With Coleridge, author of
Lyrical Ballads (1798), Wordsworth
survived his early unpopularity to succeed Robert Southey as poet laureate in 1843.