Accordingly, Bianconi's father arranged with one Andrea Faroni to
take the young man to England and
instruct him in the trade of
print-selling. Bianconi was to be Faroni's
apprentice for
eighteen months; and in the event of his not
liking the
occupation, he was to be placed under the care of Colnaghi, a
friend of his father's, who was then making
considerable progress
as a print-seller in London; and who afterwards succeeded in
achieving a
considerable fortune and reputation.
Bianconi made his preparations for leaving home. A little
festive
entertainment was given at a little inn in Como, at which
the whole family were present. It was a sad thing for Bianconi's
mother to take leave of her boy, wild though he was. On the
occasion of this
partingceremony, she fainted outright, at which
the young fellow thought that things were assuming a rather
serious
aspect. As he finally left the family home at Tregolo,
the last words his mother said to him were these --words which he
never forgot: "When you remember me, think of me as
waiting at
this window, watching for your return."
Besides Charles Bianconi, Faroni took three other boys under his
charge. One was the son of a small village innkeeper, another
the son of a
tailor, and the third the son of a flax-dealer.
This party, under
charge of the Padre, ascended the Alps by the
Val San Giacomo road. From the
summit of the pass they saw the
plains of Lombardy stretching away in the blue distance. They
soon crossed the Swiss
frontier, and then Bianconi found himself
finally separated from home. He now felt, that without further
help from friends or relatives, he had his own way to make in the
world.
The party of travellers duly reached England; but Faroni, without
stopping in London, took them over to Ireland at once. They
reached Dublin in the summer of 1802, and lodged in Temple Bar,
near Essex Bridge. It was some little time before Faroni could
send out the boys to sell pictures. First he had the leaden
frames to cast; then they had to be trimmed and coloured; and
then the pictures--mostly of
sacred subjects, or of public
characters--had to be mounted. The flowers; which were of wax,
had also to be prepared and finished, ready for sale to the
passers-by.
When Bianconi went into the streets of Dublin to sell his mounted
prints, he could not speak a word of English. He could only say,
"Buy, buy!" Everybody spoke to him an unknown tongue. When
asked the price, he could only indicate by his fingers the number
of pence he wanted for his goods. At length he
learned a little
English,--at least sufficient "for the road;" and then he was
sent into the country to sell his merchandize. He was
despatched
every Monday morning with about forty shillings' worth of stock,
and ordered to return home on Saturdays, or as much sooner as he
liked, if he had sold all the pictures. The only money his
master allowed him at starting was fourpence. When Bianconi
remonstrated at the smallness of the
amount, Faroni answered,
"While you have goods you have money; make haste to sell your
goods!"
During his
apprenticeship, Bianconi
learnt much of the country
through which he travelled. He was
constantly making
acquaintances with new people, and visiting new places. At
Waterford he did a good trade in small prints. Besides the
Scripture pieces, he sold portraits of the Royal Family, as well
as of Bonaparte and his most
distinguished generals. "Bony" was
the dread of all magistrates, especially in Ireland. At Passage,
near Waterford, Bianconi was arrested for having sold a leaden
framed picture of the famous French Emperor. He was thrown into
a cold guard-room, and spent the night there without bed, or
fire, or food. Next morning he was dis
charged by the magistrate,
but cautioned that he must not sell any more of such pictures.
Many things struck Bianconi in making his first journeys through
Ireland. He was astonished at the dram-drinking of the men, and
the pipe-smoking of the women. The
violent faction-fights which
took place at the fairs which he frequented, were of a kind which
he had never before observed among the
pacific people of North
Italy. These faction-fights were the result,
partly of
dram-drinking, and
partly of the fighting mania which then
prevailed in Ireland. There were also numbers of crippled and