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  teapot, accurately fitting by the measurement of his eye alone -

  coaxed a middle-sized dab for two seconds, broke it, turned it over

  at the rim, and made a milkpot - laughed, and turned out a slopbasin

  - coughed, and provided for the sugar? Neither, I think, are

  you oblivious of the newer mode of making various articles, but

  especially basins, according to which improvement a mould revolves

  instead of a disc? For you MUST remember (says the plate) how you

  saw the mould of a little basin spinning round and round, and how

  the workmen smoothed and pressed a handful of dough upon it, and

  how with an instrument called a profile (a piece of wood,

  representing the profile of a basin's foot) he cleverly scraped and

  carved the ring which makes the base of any such basin, and then

  took the basin off the lathe like a doughy skull-cap to be dried,

  and afterwards (in what is called a green state) to be put into a

  second lathe, there to be finished and burnished with a steel

  burnisher? And as to moulding in general (says the plate), it

  can't be necessary for me to remind you that all ornamental

  articles, and indeed all articles not quite circular, are made in

  moulds. For you must remember how you saw the vegetable dishes,

  for example, being made in moulds; and how the handles of teacups,

  and the spouts of teapots, and the feet of tureens, and so forth,

  are all made in little separate moulds, and are each stuck on to

  the body corporate, of which it is destined to form a part, with a

  stuff called 'slag,' as quickly as you can recollect it. Further,

  you learnt - you know you did - in the same visit, how the

  beautiful sculptures in the delicate new material called Parian,

  are all constructed in moulds; how, into that material, animal

  bones are ground up, because the phosphate of lime contained in

  bones makes it translucent; how everything is moulded, before going

  into the fire, one-fourth larger than it is intended to come out of

  the fire, because it shrinks in that proportion in the intense

  heat; how, when a figure shrinks unequally, it is spoiled -

  emerging from the furnace a misshapen birth; a big head and a

  little body, or a little head and a big body, or a Quasimodo with

  long arms and short legs, or a Miss Biffin with neither legs nor

  arms worth mentioning.

  And as to the Kilns, in which the firing takes place, and in which

  some of the more precious articles are burnt repeatedly, in various

  stages of their process towards completion, - as to the Kilns (says

  the plate, warming with the recollection), if you don't remember

  THEM with a horrible interest, what did you ever go to Copeland's

  for? When you stood inside of one of those inverted bowls of a

  Pre-Adamite tobacco-pipe, looking up at the blue sky through the

  open top far off, as you might have looked up from a well, sunk

  under the centre of the pavement of the Pantheon at Rome, had you

  the least idea where you were? And when you found yourself

  surrounded, in that dome-shaped cavern, by innumerable columns of

  an unearthly order of architecture, supporting nothing, and

  squeezed close together as if a Pre-Adamite Samson had taken a vast

  Hall in his arms and crushed it into the smallest possible space,

  had you the least idea what they were? No (says the plate), of

  course not! And when you found that each of those pillars was a

  pile of ingeniously made vessels of coarse clay - called Saggers -

  looking, when separate, like raised-pies for the table of the

  mighty Giant Blunderbore, and now all full of various articles of

  pottery ranged in them in baking order, the bottom of each vessel

  serving for the cover of the one below, and the whole Kiln rapidly

  filling with these, tier upon tier, until the last workman should

  have barely room to crawl out, before the closing of the jagged

  aperture in the wall and the kindling of the gradual fire; did you

  not stand amazed to think that all the year round these dread

  chambers are heating, white hot - and cooling - and filling - and

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  emptying - and being bricked up - and broken open - humanly

  speaking, for ever and ever? To be sure you did! And standing in

  one of those Kilns nearly full, and seeing a free crow shoot across

  the aperture a-top, and learning how the fire would wax hotter and

  hotter by slow degrees, and would cool similarly through a space of

  from forty to sixty hours, did no remembrance of the days when

  human clay was burnt oppress you? Yes. I think so! I suspect

  that some fancy of a fiery haze and a shortening breath, and a

  growing heat, and a gasping prayer; and a figure in black

  interposing between you and the sky (as figures in black are very

  apt to do), and looking down, before it grew too hot to look and

  live, upon the Heretic in his edifying agony - I say I suspect

  (says the plate) that some such fancy was pretty strong upon you

  when you went out into the air, and blessed God for the bright

  spring day and the degenerate times!

  After that, I needn't remind you what a relief it was to see the

  simplest process of ornamenting this 'biscuit' (as it is called

  when baked) with brown circles and blue trees - converting it into

  the common crockery-ware that is exported to Africa, and used in

  cottages at home. For (says the plate) I am well persuaded that

  you bear in mind how those particular jugs and mugs were once more

  set upon a lathe and put in motion; and how a man blew the brown

  colour (having a strong natural affinity with the material in that

  condition) on them from a blowpipe as they twirled; and how his

  daughter, with a common brush, dropped blotches of blue upon them

  in the right places; and how, tilting the blotches upside down, she

  made them run into rude images of trees, and there an end.

  And didn't you see (says the plate) planted upon my own brother

  that astounding blue willow, with knobbed and gnarled trunk, and

  foliage of blue ostrich feathers, which gives our family the title

  of 'willow pattern'? And didn't you observe, transferred upon him

  at the same time, that blue bridge which spans nothing, growing out

  from the roots of the willow; and the three blue Chinese going over

  it into a blue temple, which has a fine crop of blue bushes

  sprouting out of the roof; and a blue boat sailing above them, the

  mast of which is burglariously sticking itself into the foundations

  of a blue villa, suspended sky-high, surmounted by a lump of blue

  rock, sky-higher, and a couple of billing blue birds, sky-highest -

  together with the rest of that amusing blue landscape, which has,

  in deference to our revered ancestors of the Cerulean Empire, and

  in defiance of every known law of perspective, adorned millions of

  our family ever since the days of platters? Didn't you inspect the

  copper-plate on which my pattern was deeply engraved? Didn't you

  perceive an impression of it taken in cobalt colour at a

  cylindrical press, upon a leaf of thin paper, streaming from a

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p; plunge-bath of soap and water? Wasn't the paper impression

  daintily spread, by a light-fingered damsel (you KNOW you admired

  her!), over the surface of the plate, and the back of the paper

  rubbed prodigiously hard - with a long tight roll of flannel, tied

  up like a round of hung beef - without so much as ruffling the

  paper, wet as it was? Then (says the plate), was not the paper

  washed away with a sponge, and didn't there appear, set off upon

  the plate, THIS identical piece of Pre-Raphaelite blue distemper

  which you now behold? Not to be denied! I had seen all this - and

  more. I had been shown, at Copeland's, patterns of beautiful

  design, in faultless perspective, which are causing the ugly old

  willow to wither out of public favour; and which, being quite as

  cheap, insinuate good wholesome natural art into the humblest

  households. When Mr. and Mrs. Sprat have satisfied their material

  tastes by that equal division of fat and lean which has made their

  MENAGE immortal; and have, after the elegant tradition, 'licked the

  platter clean,' they can - thanks to modern artists in clay - feast

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  their intellectual tastes upon excellent delineations of natural

  objects.

  This reflection prompts me to transfer my attention from the blue

  plate to the forlorn but cheerfully painted vase on the sideboard.

  And surely (says the plate) you have not forgotten how the outlines

  of such groups of flowers as you see there, are printed, just as I

  was printed, and are afterwards shaded and filled in with metallic

  colours by women and girls? As to the aristocracy of our order,

  made of the finer clay-porcelain peers and peeresses; - the slabs,

  and panels, and table-tops, and tazze; the endless nobility and

  gentry of dessert, breakfast, and tea services; the gemmed perfume

  bottles, and scarlet and gold salvers; you saw that they were

  painted by artists, with metallic colours laid on with camel-hair

  pencils, and afterwards burnt in.

  And talking of burning in (says the plate), didn't you find that

  every subject, from the willow pattern to the landscape after

  Turner - having been framed upon clay or porcelain biscuit - has to

  be glazed? Of course, you saw the glaze - composed of various

  vitreous materials - laid over every article; and of course you

  witnessed the close imprisonment of each piece in saggers upon the

  separate system rigidly enforced by means of fine-pointed

  earthenware stilts placed between the articles to prevent the

  slightest communication or contact. We had in my time - and I

  suppose it is the same now - fourteen hours' firing to fix the

  glaze and to make it 'run' all over us equally, so as to put a good

  shiny and unscratchable surface upon us. Doubtless, you observed

  that one sort of glaze - called printing-body - is burnt into the

  better sort of ware BEFORE it is printed. Upon this you saw some

  of the finest steel engravings transferred, to be fixed by an after

  glazing - didn't you? Why, of course you did!

  Of course I did. I had seen and enjoyed everything that the plate

  recalled to me, and had beheld with admiration how the rotatory

  motion which keeps this ball of ours in its place in the great

  scheme, with all its busy mites upon it, was necessary throughout

  the process, and could only be dispensed with in the fire. So,

  listening to the plate's reminders, and musing upon them, I got

  through the evening after all, and went to bed. I made but one

  sleep of it - for which I have no doubt I am also indebted to the

  plate - and left the lonely Dodo in the morning, quite at peace

  with it, before the bandy-legged baby was up.

  OUR HONOURABLE FRIEND

  WE are delighted to find that he has got in! Our honourable friend

  is triumphantly returned to serve in the next Parliament. He is

  the honourable member for Verbosity - the best represented place in

  England.

  Our honourable friend has issued an address of congratulation to

  the Electors, which is worthy of that noble constituency, and is a

  very pretty piece of composition. In electing him, he says, they

  have covered themselves with glory, and England has been true to

  herself. (In his preliminary address he had remarked, in a

  poetical quotation of great rarity, that nought could make us rue,

  if England to herself did prove but true.)

  Our honourable friend delivers a prediction, in the same document,

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  that the feeble minions of a faction will never hold up their heads

  any more; and that the finger of scorn will point at them in their

  dejected state, through countless ages of time. Further, that the

  hireling tools that would destroy the sacred bulwarks of our

  nationality are unworthy of the name of Englishman; and that so

  long as the sea shall roll around our ocean-girded isle, so long

  his motto shall be, No surrender. Certain dogged persons of low

  principles and no intellect, have disputed whether anybody knows

  who the minions are, or what the faction is, or which are the

  hireling tools and which the sacred bulwarks, or what it is that is

  never to be surrendered, and if not, why not? But, our honourable

  friend the member for Verbosity knows all about it.

  Our honourable friend has sat in several parliaments, and given

  bushels of votes. He is a man of that profundity in the matter of

  vote-giving, that you never know what he means. When he seems to

  be voting pure white, he may be in reality voting jet black. When

  he says Yes, it is just as likely as not - or rather more so - that

  he means No. This is the statesmanship of our honourable friend.

  It is in this, that he differs from mere unparliamentary men. YOU

  may not know what he meant then, or what he means now; but, our

  honourable friend knows, and did from the first know, both what he

  meant then, and what he means now; and when he said he didn't mean

  it then, he did in fact say, that he means it now. And if you mean

  to say that you did not then, and do not now, know what he did mean

  then, or does mean now, our honourable friend will be glad to

  receive an explicit declaration from you whether you are prepared

  to destroy the sacred bulwarks of our nationality.

  Our honourable friend, the member for Verbosity, has this great

  attribute, that he always means something, and always means the

  same thing. When he came down to that House and mournfully boasted

  in his place, as an individual member of the assembled Commons of

  this great and happy country, that he could lay his hand upon his

  heart, and solemnly declare that no consideration on earth should

  induce him, at any time or under any circumstances, to go as far

  north as Berwick-upon-Tweed; and when he nevertheless, next year,

  did go to Berwick-upon-Tweed, and even beyond it, to Edinburgh; he

  had one single meaning, one and indivisible. And God forbid (our

  honourable friend says) that he should waste another argument upon

  the man who profess
es that he cannot understand it! 'I do NOT,

  gentlemen,' said our honourable friend, with indignant emphasis and

  amid great cheering, on one such public occasion. 'I do NOT,

  gentlemen, I am free to confess, envy the feelings of that man

  whose mind is so constituted as that he can hold such language to

  me, and yet lay his head upon his pillow, claiming to be a native

  of that land,

  Whose march is o'er the mountain-wave,

  Whose home is on the deep!

  (Vehement cheering, and man expelled.)

  When our honourable friend issued his preliminary address to the

  constituent body of Verbosity on the occasion of one particular

  glorious triumph, it was supposed by some of his enemies, that even

  he would be placed in a situation of difficulty by the following

  comparatively trifling conjunction of circumstances. The dozen

  noblemen and gentlemen whom our honourable friend supported, had

  'come in,' expressly to do a certain thing. Now, four of the dozen

  said, at a certain place, that they didn't mean to do that thing,

  and had never meant to do it; another four of the dozen said, at

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  another certain place, that they did mean to do that thing, and had

  always meant to do it; two of the remaining four said, at two other

  certain places, that they meant to do half of that thing (but

  differed about which half), and to do a variety of nameless wonders

  instead of the other half; and one of the remaining two declared

  that the thing itself was dead and buried, while the other as

  strenuously protested that it was alive and kicking. It was

  admitted that the parliamentary genius of our honourable friend

  would be quite able to reconcile such small discrepancies as these;

  but, there remained the additional difficulty that each of the

  twelve made entirely different statements at different places, and

  that all the twelve called everything visible and invisible, sacred

  and profane, to witness, that they were a perfectly impregnable

  phalanx of unanimity. This, it was apprehended, would be a

  stumbling-block to our honourable friend.

  The difficulty came before our honourable friend, in this way. He

  went down to Verbosity to meet his free and independent

  constituents, and to render an account (as he informed them in the

  local papers) of the trust they had confided to his hands - that

 

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