第3章

Whereupon travelers,passing my way,would wag their heads,laughing;"See that wax nose--how it melts off!"But what cared I?The same travelers would travel across the sea to view Kenilworth peeling away,and for a very good reason:that of all artists of the picturesque,decay wears the palm--I would say,the ivy.In fact,I've often thought that the proper place for my old chimney is ivied old England.

In vain my wife--with what probable ulterior intent will,ere long,appear--solemnly warned me,that unless something were done,and speedily,we should be burnt to the ground,owing to the holes crumbling through the aforesaid blotchy parts,where the chimney joined the roof."Wife,"said I,"far better that my house should bum down,than that my chimney should be pulled down,though but a few feet.They call it a wax nose;very good;not for me to tweak the nose of my superior."But at last the man who has a mortgage on the house dropped me a note,reminding me that,if my chimney was allowed to stand in that invalid condition,my policy of insurance would be void.This was a sort of hint not to be neglected.All the world over,the picturesque yields to the pocketesque.The mortgagor cared not,but the mortgagee did.

So another operation was performed.The wax nose was taken off,and a new one fitted on.Unfortunately for the expression--being put up by a squint-eyed mason,who,at the time,had a bad stitch in the same side--the new nose stands a little awry,in the same direction.

Of one thing,however,I am proud.The horizontal dimensions of the new part are unreduced.

Large as the chimney appears upon the roof,that is nothing to its spaciousness below.At its base in the cellar,it is precisely twelve feet square;and hence covers precisely one hundred and forty-four superficial feet.What an appropriation of terra firma for a chimney,and what a huge load for this earth!In fact,it was only because I and my chimney formed no part of his ancient burden,that that stout peddler,Atlas of old,was enabled to stand up so bravely under his pack.

The dimensions given may,perhaps,seem fabulous.But,like those stones at Gilgal,which Joshua set up for a memorial of having passed over Jordan,does not my chimney remain,even unto this day?

Very often I go down into my cellar,and attentively survey that vast square of masonry.I stand long,and ponder over,and wonder at it.It has a druidical look,away down in the umbrageous cellar there whose numerous vaulted passages,and far glens of gloom,resemble the dark,damp depths of primeval woods.

So strongly did this conceit steal over me,so deeply was Ipenetrated with wonder at the chimney,that one day--when I was a little out of my mind,I now think--getting a spade from the garden,I set to work,digging round the foundation,especially at the corners thereof,obscurely prompted by dreams of striking upon some old,earthen-worn memorial of that by-gone day,when,into all this gloom,the light of heaven entered,as the masons laid the foundation-stones,peradventure sweltering under an August sun,or pelted by a March storm.Plying my blunted spade,how vexed was I by that ungracious interruption of a neighbor who,calling to see me upon some business,and being informed that I was below said I need not be troubled to come up,but he would go down to me;and so,without ceremony,and without my having been forewarned,suddenly discovered me,digging in my cellar.

"Gold digging,sir?"

"Nay,sir,"answered I,starting,"I was merely--ahem!--merely--Isay I was merely digging-round my chimney."

"Ah,loosening the soil,to make it grow.Your chimney,sir,you regard as too small,I suppose;needing further development,especially at the top?""Sir!"said I,throwing down the spade,"do not be personal.Iand my chimney--"

"Personal?"

"Sir,I look upon this chimney less as a pile of masonry than as a personage.It is the king of the house.I am but a suffered and inferior subject."In fact,I would permit no gibes to be cast at either myself or my chimney;and never again did my visitor refer to it in my hearing,without coupling some compliment with the mention.It well deserves a respectful consideration.There it stands,solitary and alone--not a council--of ten flues,but,like his sacred majesty of Russia,a unit of an autocrat.

Even to me,its dimensions,at times,seem incredible.It does not look so big--no,not even in the cellar.By the mere eye,its magnitude can be but imperfectly comprehended,because only one side can be received at one time;and said side can only present twelve feet,linear measure.But then,each other side also is twelve feet long;and the whole obviously forms a square and twelve times twelve is one hundred and forty-four.And so,an adequate conception of the magnitude of this chimney is only to be got at by a sort of process in the higher mathematics by a method somewhat akin to those whereby the surprising distances of fixed stars are computed.