New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-01-14

oentleman WIN with his straw hat trousers rucked
half way up his legs bis flying long, light bun hair
and tapping coat cuts dron and original hgure
enough.
do Won know who him is, Master Frankp'
queried Old John.
lido not.n
"Thats Douglas Jerrold, him as writes things for
the papers Some folks says he has heap OF
knowledge and mind, but don't think much OF
him."
This was nv first acquaintance with the great
satirist was too young to understand anything
about his position save that he was the father of
nv schoolmate, William Blanchard Jerrold often
met Douglas Jerrold years after at certain club in
Covent Garden, where Thackeray, the Mayhews,
the Broughs William Jerrold, Sydney Blanchard
and many Others used to resort. Here he used to
sit doubled up, smoking long pipe, little old man
with young face, or with face, at least. which
puzzled you whether it was young OF old, manly,
or womanly, there was something at once leonine
and feminine in his appearance At school only
remember him as looking very juvenile, and giving
me doaceurs IN the shape OF sweetmeats purcnasea
at the village general store, and called crottes
which, as you sucked them, first tasted OF red
herrngs, then tallOw, then turpentine and finally
brought up on nucleus OF mud bas nG NO. Tr
of those brilliant retorts aud cutting w1tcisms we
have read of. l do know, however, that he was
sensitive to SATIRE himself, anu
dictive; for on one occasion when a young man OF
nv acquaintance who had made some
jokes at Jerrold's expense IN paper called
PasQuin received an engagement to write on Fuhch,
Jerrold exclaimed to the editor
Here are a lot of boys have been throwing mud
at me for year past and AS soon as you ah i, one
of them has hit me III the eye, you engage MIN as
my colleague on the paper"
And 20 he secured the young fellows discharge,
who bitterly nveighed against him Tor snatch
inc the bread from the lips Of aspiring genius" as
he expressed IL. $500
Though | do not remember any unpublished
stories of yerrCld recoect one heara az nls
think Henry MAYHEM III conjunction with some
else, made arrangements to start reIlgi0us pa
per- to be called The Eye, title intended 10 ne eA-
pressiye of omnipresence. There were several de-
lays in the production OF the first number, Dnt al
last 1t did appear with salutatory article 6y MAY,
hew, commencing :" Here we are with our Egeout"
That settled the fate of the paper. Nosecond num-
Der ever published,
Ia BOulOgne l met several people whose names
then WERE or afterward became. familiar in
mems mouths. Louis Napoleon made his first at
tempt at O coup detat wlnle was there, and re-
member the cOmmotion struck me as Jolly good fun
ON the one haLd while the scattering of silver coin
through the streets impressed me us being very
prncely and romantic
Eight years after first saw Jerrold flying on
donkey used frequently TO meet the poet Camp
bell walking up the Grand Rue. his white hair con-
trastng harmoniously with the grim, gray ramparts
of the upper town. There were many tales told
punch, probably many of them as
fabulous that OF MS 1alllng uoWn stairs
and then answering, "'ris |, sir, rolling rapidly"
In Boulogne, one of our stand-bys at parties and
picnics was a nephew of Robert Burns, the poet,
retired Indian officer, who only remarkable for
having one eye. singing some of his uncles songs
indiferently and getting very red IN the face after
dinner There, too. lived rea grand-nephew of
Dean Swift. who was aiterward keeper of the
crown Jewels i'll the Tower of London, where nc
occupied a quaint suit of triangular and polyangu-
lar rooms in which you feasted with Essex Raleigh
Leicester and half the history Of England when you
lunched with Mr. Swift. i became acquainted, too
with Young Nolan, who aiterward conveyed the
fatal message TO Lord Cardigan and the Light BIZ
gade at Balakava. He was stripping OF about
my own age, tall, quiet and gen
tlemanke but cheerful withal. We
frequently rowed and sailed on the Leau and went
on fishing and other adventures together. He had
n big brother with hun belonging to the Austrian
service, but then furlough, who wore huge
pair of yellow moustaches and looked the very
picture of a German brdre sabrer. But what was
most singular in this family WAS that although
both the sons were unusually large men, the father
aud mother Colonel and Mrs. Nolan. were the
smallest couple ever saw III my HE, outside OF a
show. They were NICE far-haired little pair.
very much beloved by every one, and universally
known as the white mice. And yet they raised "A
family of Dragons FRANK BELLEW'
Nelc-i York, Jan q, 1888