“[The son of
Molly Boswell] had stolen some iron-work, the property of Griggs, the butcher.
Being convicted, he was ordered to be whipped, which operation he underwent at
the cart's tail, from the stone-house to the high arch and back again. He seemed
to show great fortitude, but it was all an imposition upon the public. The
beadle, who performed it, had filled his left hand with red ochre, through
which after every stroke he drew the lash of his whip, leaving the appearance
of a wound upon the skin, but in reality not hurting him at all.”
There’s the
set-up: a thief and his soft-hearted punisher. That the latter is a minor
church functionary makes what happens next even better:
“This being
perceived by Mr. Constable H——, who followed the beadle, he applied his cane,
without any such management or precaution, to the shoulders of the too merciful
executioner. The scene immediately became more interesting. The beadle could by
no means be prevailed upon to strike hard, which provoked the constable to
strike harder; and this double flogging continued, till a lass of Silver-end,
pitying the pitiful beadle thus suffering under the hands of the pitiless
constable, joined the procession, and placing herself immediately behind the
latter seized him by his capillary club, and pulling him backwards by the same,
slapped his face with a most Amazonian fury.”
Cowper’s
pacing is superb. And that’s often the secret of comic writing – doling out
the information at the appropriate rate, sometimes with understatement (“it was
all an imposition”), something hyperbolically (“a most Amazonian fury”). Cowper
ties it all up neatly:
“This
concatenation of events has taken up more of my paper than I intended it
should, but I could not forbear to inform you how the beadle thrashed the
thief, the constable the beadle, and the lady the constable, and how the thief
was the only person concerned who suffered nothing.”
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