Struggles amd Triumphs: or, Forty Years' Recollections of P.T. Barnum. Barnum Phineas Taylor

last, merely to accommodate him, I bet a dozen of champagne. The Englishman fairly jumped with delight, and roared out:

      “Open the paper! open the paper!”

      The passengers crowded round the table in great glee to see me open the paper, for all but the Yankee thought I was taken in. I quietly opened the paper, and remarked:

      “There, I told you it was tobacco – how foolish you were to suppose it was not – for, as I told you, I put it there myself.”

      The passengers, my confederate excepted, were amazed and the Englishman was absolutely astounded. It was the biter bitten. But he told the steward to bring the champagne, and turning to my confederate who had so effectually assisted in “selling” him, he pronounced the affair “a contemptible Yankee trick.” It was several days before he recovered his good humor, but he joined at last with the rest of us in laughing at the joke, and we heard no more about his extraordinary shrewdness.

      On our arrival at Liverpool, quite a crowd had assembled at the dock to see Tom Thumb, for it had been previously announced that he would arrive in the “Yorkshire,” but his mother managed to smuggle him ashore unnoticed, for she carried him, as if he was an infant, in her arms. We went to the Waterloo Hotel, and, after an excellent dinner, walked out to take a look at the town. While I was viewing the Nelson monument a venerable looking, well-dressed old gentleman volunteered to explain to me the different devices and inscriptions. I looked upon him as a disinterested and attentive man of means who was anxious to assist a stranger and to show his courtesy; but when I gave him a parting bow of thanks, half ashamed that I had so trespassed on his kindness, he put out the hand of a beggar and said that he would be thankful for any remuneration I saw fit to bestow upon him for his trouble. I was certainly astonished, and I thrust a shilling into his hand and walked rapidly away.

      In the evening of the same day, a tall, raw-boned man came to the hotel and introduced himself to me as a brother Yankee, who would be happy in pointing out the many wonders in Liverpool that a stranger would be pleased to see.

      I asked him how long he had been in Liverpool, and he replied, “Nearly a week.” I declined his proffered services abruptly, remarking that if he had been there only a week, I probably knew as much about England as he did.

      “Oh,” said he, “you are mistaken. I have been in England before, though never till recently in Liverpool.”

      “What part of England?” I inquired.

      “Opposite Niagara Falls,” he replied; “I spent several days there with the British soldiers.”

      I laughed in his face, and reminded him that England did not lie opposite Niagara Falls. The impudent fellow was confused for a moment, and then triumphantly exclaimed:

      “I didn’t mean England. I know what country it is as well as you do.”

      “Well, what country is it?” I asked, quite assured that he did not know.

      “Great Britain, of course,” he replied.

      It is needless to add that the honor of his company as a guide in Liverpool was declined, and he went off apparently in a huff because his abilities were not appreciated.

      Later in the evening, the proprietor of a cheap wax-works show, at three ha’ pence admission, called upon me. He had heard of the arrival of the great American curiosity, and he seized the earliest opportunity to make the General and myself the magnificent offer of ten dollars a week if we would join ourselves to his already remarkable and attractive exhibition. I could not but think, that dwarfs must be literally at a “low figure” in England, and my prospects were gloomy indeed. I was a stranger in the land; my letters of introduction had not been delivered; beyond my own little circle, I had not seen a friendly face, nor heard a familiar voice. I was “blue,” homesick, almost in despair. Next morning, there came a ray of sunshine in the following note:

      “Madame Celeste presents her compliments to Mr. Barnum, and begs to say that her private box is quite at his service, any night, for himself and friends.

      “Theatre Royal, Williamson Square.”

      This polite invitation was thankfully accepted, and we went to the theatre that evening. Our party, including the General, who was partly concealed by his tutor’s cloak, occupied Celeste’s box, and in the box adjoining sat an English lady and gentleman whose appearance indicated respectability, intelligence and wealth. The General’s interest in the performance attracted their attention, and the lady remarked to me:

      “What an intelligent-looking child you have! He appears to take quite an interest in the stage.”

      “Pardon me, madam,” said I, “this is not a child. This is General Tom Thumb.”

      “Indeed!” they exclaimed. They had seen the announcements of our visit and were greatly gratified at an interview with the pigmy prodigy. They at once advised me in the most complimentary and urgent manner to take the General to Manchester, where they resided, assuring me that an exhibition in that place would be highly remunerative. I thanked my new friends for their counsel and encouragement, and ventured to ask them what price they would recommend me to charge for admission.

      “The General is so decidedly a curiosity,” said the lady, “that I think you might put it as high as tuppence!” (two-pence.)

      She was, however, promptly interrupted by her husband, who was evidently the economist of the family: “I am sure you would not succeed at that price,” said he; “you should put admission at one penny, for that is the usual price for seeing giants and dwarfs in England.”

      This was worse than the ten dollars a week offer of the wax-works proprietor, but I promptly answered “Never shall the price be less than one shilling sterling and some of the nobility and gentry of England will yet pay gold to see General Tom Thumb.”

      My letters of introduction speedily brought me into friendly relations with many excellent families and I was induced to hire a hall and present the General to the public, for a short season, in Liverpool. I had intended to proceed directly to London and begin operations at “head-quarters,” that is, in Buckingham Palace, if possible; but I had been advised that the royal family was in mourning for the death of Prince Albert’s father, and would not permit the approach of any entertainments.

      Meanwhile confidential letters from London informed me that Mr. Maddox, Manager of Princess’s Theatre, was coming down to witness my exhibition, with a view to making an engagement. He came privately, but I was fully informed as to his presence and object. A friend pointed him out to me in the hall, and when I stepped up to him, and called him by name, he was “taken all aback,” and avowed his purpose in visiting Liverpool. An interview resulted in an engagement of the General for three nights at Princess’s Theatre. I was unwilling to contract for a longer period, and even this short engagement, though on liberal terms, was acceded to only as a means of advertisement. So soon, therefore, as I could bring my short, but highly successful season in Liverpool to a close, we went to London.

      CHAPTER XI.

      GENERAL TOM THUMB IN ENGLAND

      ARRIVAL IN LONDON – THE GENERAL’S DEBUT IN THE PRINCESS’S THEATRE – ENORMOUS SUCCESS – MY MANSION AT THE WEST END – DAILY LEVEES FOR THE NOBILITY AND GENTRY – HON. EDWARD EVERETT – HIS INTEREST IN THE GENERAL – VISIT TO THE BARONESS ROTHSCHILD – OPENING IN EGYPTIAN HALL, PICCADILLY – MR. CHARLES MURRAY, MASTER OF THE QUEEN’S HOUSEHOLD – AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE BY COMMAND OF HER MAJESTY – A ROYAL RECEPTION – THE FAVORABLE IMPRESSION MADE BY THE GENERAL – AMUSING INCIDENTS OF THE VISIT – BACKING OUT – FIGHT WITH A POODLE – COURT JOURNAL NOTICE – SECOND VISIT TO THE QUEEN – THE PRINCE OF WALES AND PRINCESS ROYAL – THE QUEEN OF THE BELGIANS – THIRD VISIT TO BUCKINGHAM PALACE – KING LEOPOLD, OF BELGIUM – ASSURED SUCCESS – THE BRITISH PUBLIC EXCITED – EGYPTIAN HALL CROWDED – QUEEN DOWAGER ADELAIDE – THE GENERAL’S WATCH – NAPOLEON AND THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON – DISTINGUISHED FRIENDS.

      IMMEDIATELY after our arrival in London, the General came out at the Princess’s Theatre, and made so decided a “hit” that it was difficult to decide who was best pleased,