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Turf Smoked.
other . And the fun of it all is , that if ever you do reach Louey ' s—that is to say , the immediate locality of Louey ' s—yon Avon't know that you are tbere . It is a case of through the wood , and round the Avood , and never touching the AVOOCI . For Louey ' s isn't there ; it is other-Avhere . To the street this ancient tavern gh'es no indication of its presence . It is up a court—very much up a court ; and when you haA ' e got up the court you find that Louey ' s is—amphibious . Sailors are said in the ballad to stand in an uncomfortable attitude described as " one foot on sea and one on shore ; " but
Louey ' s hasn't even a foot on shore—it may have a toe—a finger—it feebly essays to cling to the bank bj means of its almost Avholly deserted public bar—wherein , IIOAA ' - ever , only vinous or spirituous compounds are purveyed , for , like the " Garland , " * the " Anchor" has neA'er descended to supplying malt liquor—but the main corporeality of Louey ' s is like the braggadocio buccaneer in EHza Cook ' s ballad , " afloat "—its heart beats on the mighty Avaters of Thames . In other and less lofty Avords , Louey ' s main business is transacted in a " parlour " poised upon piles deeply driven into tbe mudd y bed of the river .
And IIOAV that , thanks to my lucid cartography , you bave found Louey s , " sit ye down , " order a steaming rummer of " something hot , " light your pipe , and perpend , for I bave at length arrived at tbe appropriate moment for narrating to you tbe abstract ancl brief chronicle of the history of that renoAvned hostelry . When that " bold hussy , " as honest Nell GAvynne called her , she of the beetle brows , and the swarthy complexion , and the large globular eyes , and the curly black " fringe " biding the low foreheadshe whovery much decolleteestares insolently at you from
, , , Lely ' s canvas in Hampton Court Gallery—Louise de Querouailles , or Madame CareAA'ell , as the public , with their usual fine sense of irony , would persist in calling ber—afterwards Duchess of Portsmouth—came over to England in 1670 , in attendance on decapitated Charles ' s daughter , the ill-fated Henrietta Maria , Duchess of Orleans , the Frenchwoman brought in ber train two boys , destined to play contrasting parts in history—one a conspicuous and notorious character ' ; the other to assume the role of an insignificant
ancl obscure founder of a very ordinary commercial establishment . The first bore the Christian name of Claude , to Avhich was added a surname derived from the fertile dell whence he had bis birth , in the sunny land of the Pa } 's d'Oc—Du Val . Of the sceond only the name Loms has been preseiwed . The one kicked off his Parisian pantoujles to a grinning English mob from under the three-legged Avooden mare at Tyburn . The other died in his bed—a naturalised subject of the British
CroAvnconstructively—as tbe lawyers say—girt with tbe Avhite apron of a tapster , tbe founder , first licensee , and landlord of the "Anchor" Tavern , hi the Ward of What's-its-naine Within , in tbe city of London . HOAV the original Louis , or LeAvis , according to Lord Macaulay , first came to cast this " Anchor " I haA'e neA'er been able to ascertain , nor is it of any great importance . The discarded or retiring servants of the nobility and gentry of this realm have not
infrequently invested their savings in a " pub , " and although Louey ' s felloAA' -servant ' s aA'ocations conferred upon him the privilege of dancing a coranto AA'ith Lad y Arabella Sydney on HOUHSIOAV Heath by moonlight , and endowed him AA'ith the choicest of floAvers , and bedewed him with tears from the loA'eliest of eyes AA'hile quaffing his last draught " at the CI ' OAATI in St . Giles ' s , " I fancy the honest vintner ' s euthanasia Avas quite as dignified , if not altogether as sensational , as dashing Claude ' s apotheosis .
I see noAv , " in my mind ' s eye , Horatio , " oldLouey ' s portrait , Kit Cat size , by—Avell say Thornhill—over tbe mantel in the pile-supported parlour . His portly paunch is scarcely covered by the smallest of kid-skin aprons . His fat hand bears the tiniest of gavels , and his manly chest is adorned with the narrowest of blue ribbon collars . Pendant therefrom , hoAvever , is the mystic jeAvel Avhich tells us to this clay that Bro . Louis was emeritus in our beloved craft . The canvas is called in contemporary records Bro . Louey ' s " effigies , " and is so entered in the minute book of the Lodge Antediluvian , No . 0 , where the illustrious Boniface appears as a member , under tbe style and title of
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Turf Smoked.
other . And the fun of it all is , that if ever you do reach Louey ' s—that is to say , the immediate locality of Louey ' s—yon Avon't know that you are tbere . It is a case of through the wood , and round the Avood , and never touching the AVOOCI . For Louey ' s isn't there ; it is other-Avhere . To the street this ancient tavern gh'es no indication of its presence . It is up a court—very much up a court ; and when you haA ' e got up the court you find that Louey ' s is—amphibious . Sailors are said in the ballad to stand in an uncomfortable attitude described as " one foot on sea and one on shore ; " but
Louey ' s hasn't even a foot on shore—it may have a toe—a finger—it feebly essays to cling to the bank bj means of its almost Avholly deserted public bar—wherein , IIOAA ' - ever , only vinous or spirituous compounds are purveyed , for , like the " Garland , " * the " Anchor" has neA'er descended to supplying malt liquor—but the main corporeality of Louey ' s is like the braggadocio buccaneer in EHza Cook ' s ballad , " afloat "—its heart beats on the mighty Avaters of Thames . In other and less lofty Avords , Louey ' s main business is transacted in a " parlour " poised upon piles deeply driven into tbe mudd y bed of the river .
And IIOAV that , thanks to my lucid cartography , you bave found Louey s , " sit ye down , " order a steaming rummer of " something hot , " light your pipe , and perpend , for I bave at length arrived at tbe appropriate moment for narrating to you tbe abstract ancl brief chronicle of the history of that renoAvned hostelry . When that " bold hussy , " as honest Nell GAvynne called her , she of the beetle brows , and the swarthy complexion , and the large globular eyes , and the curly black " fringe " biding the low foreheadshe whovery much decolleteestares insolently at you from
, , , Lely ' s canvas in Hampton Court Gallery—Louise de Querouailles , or Madame CareAA'ell , as the public , with their usual fine sense of irony , would persist in calling ber—afterwards Duchess of Portsmouth—came over to England in 1670 , in attendance on decapitated Charles ' s daughter , the ill-fated Henrietta Maria , Duchess of Orleans , the Frenchwoman brought in ber train two boys , destined to play contrasting parts in history—one a conspicuous and notorious character ' ; the other to assume the role of an insignificant
ancl obscure founder of a very ordinary commercial establishment . The first bore the Christian name of Claude , to Avhich was added a surname derived from the fertile dell whence he had bis birth , in the sunny land of the Pa } 's d'Oc—Du Val . Of the sceond only the name Loms has been preseiwed . The one kicked off his Parisian pantoujles to a grinning English mob from under the three-legged Avooden mare at Tyburn . The other died in his bed—a naturalised subject of the British
CroAvnconstructively—as tbe lawyers say—girt with tbe Avhite apron of a tapster , tbe founder , first licensee , and landlord of the "Anchor" Tavern , hi the Ward of What's-its-naine Within , in tbe city of London . HOAV the original Louis , or LeAvis , according to Lord Macaulay , first came to cast this " Anchor " I haA'e neA'er been able to ascertain , nor is it of any great importance . The discarded or retiring servants of the nobility and gentry of this realm have not
infrequently invested their savings in a " pub , " and although Louey ' s felloAA' -servant ' s aA'ocations conferred upon him the privilege of dancing a coranto AA'ith Lad y Arabella Sydney on HOUHSIOAV Heath by moonlight , and endowed him AA'ith the choicest of floAvers , and bedewed him with tears from the loA'eliest of eyes AA'hile quaffing his last draught " at the CI ' OAATI in St . Giles ' s , " I fancy the honest vintner ' s euthanasia Avas quite as dignified , if not altogether as sensational , as dashing Claude ' s apotheosis .
I see noAv , " in my mind ' s eye , Horatio , " oldLouey ' s portrait , Kit Cat size , by—Avell say Thornhill—over tbe mantel in the pile-supported parlour . His portly paunch is scarcely covered by the smallest of kid-skin aprons . His fat hand bears the tiniest of gavels , and his manly chest is adorned with the narrowest of blue ribbon collars . Pendant therefrom , hoAvever , is the mystic jeAvel Avhich tells us to this clay that Bro . Louis was emeritus in our beloved craft . The canvas is called in contemporary records Bro . Louey ' s " effigies , " and is so entered in the minute book of the Lodge Antediluvian , No . 0 , where the illustrious Boniface appears as a member , under tbe style and title of