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42 A CLASSIC IN HUMOUR<br />

I enjoy the story of Babette’s love for a very stout English sailor who leant gracefully<br />

against posts on the quay of Boulogne. But how impoverished that story would be if we<br />

had not Mr. <strong>Gilbert</strong>’s own description of the captain’s view of the situation!<br />

He wept to think a tar of his Should lean so gracefully on posts,<br />

He sighed and sobbed to think of this, On foreign, French, and friendly coasts.<br />

“It’s human nature, p’raps — if so, Oh isn’t human nature low?”<br />

He called his Bill, who pulled his curl, He said, “My Bill, I understand<br />

You’ve captivated some young gurl On this here French and foreign land.<br />

Her tender heart your beauties jog — They do, you know they do, you dog.<br />

You have a graceful way, I learn, Of leaning airily on posts,<br />

By which you’ve been and caused to burn A tender flame on these here coasts.<br />

A fisher gurl, I much regret, Her age, sixteen—her name Babette.”<br />

When I analyse the delightfulness of this passage, I find that it consists mainly in the<br />

sudden changes of tone in the Captain’s manner — his ranging between extreme<br />

vulgarity and gentility, and between sternness and jocularity. Note, too, the cunning<br />

repetition of “French and friendly.” All the Bab Ballads abound in such tricks, and much<br />

of the fun depends on them. But, artist though Mr. <strong>Gilbert</strong> is, his art is always natural and<br />

spontaneous. He is never academic. Had he been a don at one of the Universities, he<br />

would have polished and polished his verses till half the fun had been polished out of<br />

them. He would have been a mere Calverley. Humour must be spontaneous; else it is<br />

deadly. And the artistic expression of humour must, likewise, be spontaneous, to a certain<br />

degree. It is well for Mr. <strong>Gilbert</strong>, and for me, that when he wrought the Ballads he was in<br />

the thick of the rough-and-tumble Bohemian journalism of the ’sixties. Art was too<br />

strongly innate in him to be killed by that atmosphere. Elsewhere it would have become<br />

over-refined for the purpose of these Ballads.

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