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He reached Tyburn through a howling mob, and died...

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He reached Tyburn through a howling mob, and died to a yell of universal joy The Ordinary has left a record so precious and so lying, that it must needs be quoted at length The great Thief-Catcher's confession is a masterpiece of comfort, and is so far removed from the truth as completely to justify Fielding's incomparable creation `Finding there was no room for mercy (and how could I expect mercy, who never showed any)'--thus does the devil dodger dishonour our Jonathan's memory!--`as soon as I came into the Condemned Hole, I began to think of making a preparation for my soul To part with my wife, my dear Molly, is so great an Affliction to me, that it touches me to the Quick, and is like Daggers entering into my Heart' How tame the Ordinary's falsehood to the brilliant invention of Fielding, who makes Jonathan kick his Tishy in the very shadow of the Tree! And the Reverend Gentleman gains in unction as he goes: `In the Cart they all kneeled down to prayers and seemed very penitent; the Ordinary used all the means imaginable to make them think of another World, and after singing a penitential Psalm, they cry'd Lord Jesus Christ receive our Souls, the cart drew away and they were all A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELS turned off This is as good an account as can be given by me' Poor Ordinary! If he was modest, he was also untruthful, and you are certain that it was not thus the hero met his death Even had Fielding never written his sale chanel quilted handbag masterpiece, Jonathan Wild would still have been surnamed `The Great' For scarce a chap- book appeared in the year of Jonathan's death that did not expose the only right and true view of his character `His business,' says one hack of prison literature, `at all times was to put a false gloss upon things, and to make fools of mankind' Another precisely formulates the theory of greatness insisted upon by Fielding with so lavish an irony and so masterly a wit While it is certain that The History of the Late MrJonathan Wild is as noble a piece of irony as literature can show, while for the qualities of wit and candour it is equal to its motive, it is likewise true that therein you meet the indubitable Jonathan Wild It is an entertainment to compare the chap-books of the time with the reasoned, finished work of art: not in any spirit of pedantry--since accuracy in these matters is of small account, but with intent to show how doubly fortunate Fielding was in his genius and in his material Of course the writer rejoiced in the aid of imagination and eloquence; of course he embellished his picture with such inspirations as Miss Laetitia and the Count; of course he preserves from the first page to the last the highest level of unrivalled irony But the sketch was there before him, and a lawyer's clerk had treated Jonathan in a vein of heroism within a few weeks of his death And since a plain statement is never so true as fiction, Fielding's romance is still more credible, still convinces with an easier effort, than the serious and pedestrian records of contemporaries Nor can prada evening bags you return to its pages without realising that, so far from being `the evolution of a purely intellectual conception,' Jonathan Wild is a magnificently idealised and ironical portrait of a great man III A PARALLEL (MOLL CUTPURSE AND JONATHAN WILD) THEY plied the same trade, each with incomparable success By her, as by him, the art of the fence was carried to its ultimate perfection In A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELS their hands the high policy of theft wanted nor dignity nor assurance Neither harboured a single scheme which was not straightway translated into action, and they were masters at once of Newgate and the Highway As none might rob without the encouragement of his emperor, so none was hanged at Tyburn while intrigue or bribery might avail to drag a half- doomed neck from the halter; and not even Moll herself was more bitterly tyrannical in the control of a reckless gang than the thin-jawed, hatchet- faced Jonathan Wild They were statesmen rather than warriors--happy if they might direct the enterprises of others, and determined to punish the lightest disobedience by death The mind of each was readier than his right arm, and neither would risk an easy advantage by a misunderstood or unwonted sleight of hand But when you leave the exercise of their craft to contemplate their character with a larger eye, it is the woman who at every point has the advantage Not only was she the purple fendi bags peerless inventor of a new cunning; she was at home (and abroad) the better fellow The suppression of sex was in itself an unparalleled triumph, and the most envious detractor could not but marvel at the domination of her womanhood Moreover, she shone in a gayer, more splendid epoch The worthy contemporary of Shakespeare, she had small difficulty in performing feats of prowess and resource which daunted the intrepid ruffians of the eighteenth century Her period, in brief, gave her an eternal superiority; and it were as hopeless for Otway to surpass the master whom he disgraced, as for Wild to o'ershadow the brilliant example of Moll Cutpurse Tyrants both, they exercised their sovereignty in accordance with their varying temperament Hers was a fine, fat, Falstaffian humour, which, while it inspired Middleton, might have suggested to Shakespeare an equal companion of the drunken knight His was but a narrow, cynic wit, not edged like the knife, which wellnigh cut his throat, but blunt and scratching like a worn-toothed saw She laughed with a laugh that echoed from Ludgate to Charing Cross, and her voice drowned all the City He grinned rarely and with malice; he piped in a voice shrill and acid as the tricks of his mischievous A BOOK OF SCOUNDRELS imagination She knew no cruelty beyond the necessities of her life, and none regretted more than she the inevitable death of a traitor He lusted after destruction with a fake tiffany heart drop earrings fiendish temper, which was a grim anticipation of De Sade; he would even smile as he saw the noose tighten round the necks of the poor innocents he had beguiled to Tyburn It was his boast that he had contrived robberies for the mere glory of dragging his silly victims to the gallows But Moll, though she stood half-way between the robber and his prey, would have sacrificed a hundred well-earned commissions rather than see her friends and comrades strangled Her temperament compelled her to the loyal support of her own order, and she would have shrunk in horror from her rival, who, for all his assumed friendship with the thief, was a staunch and subtle ally of justice Before all things she had the genius of success Her public offences were trivial and condoned She died in her bed, full of years and of honours, beloved by the light-fingered gentry, reverenced by all the judges on the bench He, for all the sacrifices he made to a squint-eyed law, died execrated alike by populace and police Already Blueskin had done his worst with a pen-knife; already Jack Sheppard and his comrades had warned Drury Lane against the infamous thief-catcher And so anxious, on the other hand, was the law to be quit of their too zealous servant, that an Act of Parliament was passed with the sole object of placing Jonathan's head within the noose His method, meagre though masterly, lulled him too soon to an impotent security She, with her larger view of life, her plumper sense of style, was content with nothing less than an ultimate sovereignty, and manifestly did she prove her mulberry style bags superiority

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