drawn, and how the coat wrinkled across the back, and how the
bourgeois whiskers were indicated. This obscene
drawing is matched
by many
equallyodious. Abject domesticity, ignominies of married
life, of middle-age, of money-making; the old common jape against
the mother-in-law; ill-dressed men with whisky--ill-dressed women
with tempers; everything that is underbred and decivilised;
abominable weddings: in one
drawing a
bridegroom with shambling
sidelong legs asks his bride if she is
nervous; she is a widow, and
she answers, 'No, never was.' In all these things there is very
little
humour. Where Keene achieved fun was in the figures of his
schoolboys. The hint of
tenderness which in really fine work could
never be
absent from a man's thought of a child or from his touch of
one, however
frolic or rowdy the subject in hand, is absolutely
lacking in Keene's designs;
nevertheless, we
acknowledge that here
is
humour. It is also in some of his
clerical figures when they are
not caricatures, and certainly in 'Robert,' the City
waiter of
Punch. But so
irresistible is the
derision of the woman that all
Charles Keene's
persistent sense of vulgarity is
intent centrally
upon her. Never for any grace gone
astray is she bantered, never
for the social extravagances, for prattle, or for
beloved dress; but
always for her
jealousy, and for the repulsive person of the man
upon whom she spies and in whom she vindicates her
ignoble rights.
If this is the
shopkeeper the possession of whom is her boast, what
then is she?
This great immorality, centring in the ir
reproachable days of the
Exhibition of 1851, or thereabouts--the pleasure in this particular
form of human disgrace--has passed, leaving one trace only: the
habit by which some men
reproach a silly woman through her sex,
whereas a silly man is not
reproached through his sex. But the
vulgarity of which I have written here was distinctively English--
the most English thing that England had in days when she bragged of
many another--and it was not able to
survive an increased commerce
of manners and letters with France. It was the chief immorality
destroyed by French fiction.
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