Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Charles Dickens and Umbrellas II: Pickwick Papers

OK, we know that Mr. Dickens brought "gamp" into the English language, but let us take another approach. According to one history of the umbrella:
In Charles Dickens’ novel "The Pickwick Papers" voters in Eatonswill were bribed with expensive gifts for their wives in the form of "45 green umbrellas for seven shillings and sixpence".
However, I have striven (strived?) in vain to find this on the freely available Internet. So, today, all the references to the word "umbrella" (but not, let us say, umbrella-stand), in The Pickwick Papers:

Chapter 7: "There were, within sight, an auctioneer's and fire-agency office, a corn-factor's, a linen-draper's, a saddler's, a distiller's, a grocer's, and a shoe-shop--the last- mentioned warehouse being also appropriated to the diffusion of hats, bonnets, wearing apparel, cotton umbrellas, and useful knowledge."

Chapter 27: "A pair of old, worn, beaver gloves, a broad-brimmed hat, and a faded green umbrella, with plenty of whalebone sticking through the bottom, as if to counterbalance the want of a handle at the top, lay on a chair beside him; and, being disposed in a very tidy and careful manner, seemed to imply that the red-nosed man, whoever he was, had no intention of going away in a hurry."

Chapter 31: "They are, for the most part, low-roofed, mouldy rooms, where innumerable rolls of parchment, which have been perspiring in secret for the last century, send forth an agreeable odour, which is mingled by day with the scent of the dry-rot, and by night with the various exhalations which arise from damp cloaks, festering umbrellas, and the coarsest tallow candles."

Chapter 32: "The umbrellas in the passage had been heaped into the little corner outside the back-parlour door; the bonnet and shawl of the landlady's servant had been removed from the bannisters; there were not more than two pairs of pattens on the street-door mat; and a kitchen candle, with a very long snuff, burned cheerfully on the ledge of the staircase window." AND "Mrs. Raddle paused to listen whether the repetition of the taunt had roused her better half; and finding that it had not been successful, proceeded to descend the stairs with sobs innumerable; when there came a loud double knock at the street door; whereupon she burst into an hysterical fit of weeping, accompanied with dismal moans, which was prolonged until the knock had been repeated six times, when, in an uncontrollable burst of mental agony, she threw down all the umbrellas, and disappeared into the back parlour, closing the door after her with an awful crash."

Chapter 34: "An extra-sized umbrella was then handed in by Mr. Dodson, and a pair of pattens by Mr. Fogg, each of whom had prepared a most sympathising and melancholy face for the occasion." AND "Mrs. Sanders, whose eyes were intently fixed on the judge's face, planted herself close by, with the large umbrella, keeping her right thumb pressed on the spring with an earnest countenance, as if she were fully prepared to put it up at a moment's notice."

Chapter 42:
'Gone, my dear sir--last coat--can't help it. Lived on a pair of boots--whole fortnight. Silk umbrella--ivory handle--week-- fact--honour--ask Job--knows it.'

'Lived for three weeks upon a pair of boots, and a silk umbrella with an ivory handle!' exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had only heard of such things in shipwrecks or read of them in Constable's Miscellany.
Chapter 45: "'In the buzzim, young man,' replied Mr. Stiggins, placing his umbrella on his waistcoat." AND "With these words, Mr. Stiggins again cast up his eyes, and rapped his breast with his umbrella; and it is but justice to the reverend gentleman to say, that his indignation appeared very real and unfeigned indeed." AND "He tasted the contents of the glass which Sam had placed in his hand, put his umbrella on the floor, and tasted it again, passing his hand placidly across his stomach twice or thrice; he then drank the whole at a breath, and smacking his lips, held out the tumbler for more." AND "At this supposition, the Reverend Mr. Stiggins, in evident consternation, gathered up his hat and umbrella, and proposed an immediate departure, to which Mrs. Weller assented. Sam walked with them to the lodge gate, and took a dutiful leave."

Chapter 51: "In the street, umbrellas were the only things to be seen, and the clicking of pattens and splashing of rain-drops were the only sounds to be heard."

Chapter 53: "So saying, he put his umbrella under his arm, drew off his right glove, and extended the hand of reconciliation to that most indignant gentleman; who, thereupon, thrust his hands beneath his coat tails, and eyed the attorney with looks of scornful amazement."

Well, there was one green umbrella in this bumch, but no references to "Eatonswill"! So, we keep searching and we do indeed find Mr. Pickwick in Eatanswill ... and following the election with interest. But no references to shillings anywhere in the book, so at last we go for sixpence and we strike the motherload: Not umbrellas, but parasols!:
'And what are the probabilities as to the result of the contest?' inquired Mr. Pickwick.

'Why, doubtful, my dear Sir; rather doubtful as yet,' replied the little man. 'Fizkin's people have got three-and-thirty voters in the lock-up coach-house at the White Hart.'

'In the coach-house!' said Mr. Pickwick, considerably astonished by this second stroke of policy.

'They keep 'em locked up there till they want 'em,' resumed the little man. 'The effect of that is, you see, to prevent our getting at them; and even if we could, it would be of no use, for they keep them very drunk on purpose. Smart fellow Fizkin's agent--very smart fellow indeed.'

Mr. Pickwick stared, but said nothing.

'We are pretty confident, though,' said Mr. Perker, sinking his voice almost to a whisper. 'We had a little tea-party here, last night--five-and-forty women, my dear sir--and gave every one of 'em a green parasol when she went away.'

'A parasol!' said Mr. Pickwick.

'Fact, my dear Sir, fact. Five-and-forty green parasols, at seven and sixpence a-piece. All women like finery--extraordinary the effect of those parasols. Secured all their husbands, and half their brothers--beats stockings, and flannel, and all that sort of thing hollow. My idea, my dear Sir, entirely. Hail, rain, or sunshine, you can't walk half a dozen yards up the street, without encountering half a dozen green parasols.'

Here the little man indulged in a convulsion of mirth, which was only checked by the entrance of a third party.
So, there you have it, not 7 shillings and sixpence for 45 umbrellas, but 7 and six for each green parasol, and not that umbrellas were used to bribe a vote but that they were used to bribe women--who had no vote--to convince their husbands and/or brothers (only half of them) (what, no fathers!), to vote the umbrella way. Ah, but there was certainly a kernel of truth to the legend of umbrellas and the Election at Eatanswill:The Election Parade at Eatanswill, from "The Pickwick Papers"




The Election Parade at Eatanswill, from "The Pickwick Papers"

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1 comment:

Stephen Jarvis said...

What an intriguing blog! Indeed - more than intriguing! It’s wonderful! I would love to know how your fascination with umbrellas began. Are you aware of John Steed, the umbrella-wielding hero of the cult TV series The Avengers? You should definitely do a piece on him, if you haven’t done so already. (His umbrella was actually a sword-stick.)
I came across your site because I was looking for people who mentioned The Pickwick Papers in their blogs. Mostly, I have been searching for ardent fans of Pickwick, as I have a piece of news which I hope will be of interest to people who like that book - specifically, that I have written a novel, which will be published later this year, about Pickwick’s very curious backstory - but your blog is so extraordinary that I thought I had to leave a message anyway. It made me wonder how many references to umbrellas I have in my novel - and so I have just searched, and there are more umbrellas than I realised!

Anyway, I do hope you will take a look at my novel, if you get an opportunity, if only to see its umbrella-content. You don’t need to have read Pickwick before reading my novel - it’s deliberately self-contained. The novel is called Death and Mr Pickwick, and further information can be found on the website www.deathandmrpickwick.com
Best wishes
Stephen Jarvis