MR. PIPS HIS DIARY.
pretty, modeſt, black Maid beſide me, and ſhe hers on me, till my Wife ſpying us, did pinch me with her Nails in the Arm. Pretty, to ſee the Sovereign Allies in the laſt War, and bluff old Blucher, and Bonaparte and his Officers, in brave Poſtures, but ſtiff. Alſo the two King Charleses, and Oliver, together; Charles the First proteſting againſt his Death-Warrant, and his Son backing him; and Cardinal Wolsey looking on. Lord Byron in the Dreſs of a Greek Pirate, looking Daggers and Piſtols, cloſe to John Wesley preaching a Sermon, was likewiſe mighty droll; and methought, if all Madame Tussaud's Figures were their Originals inſtead, what Ado there would be! Many of the Faces that I knew by Recollection, or Pictures, very like; and my Lord Brougham I did know directly, and Liston in Paul Pry. But ſtrange, among the Kings to ſee him that was the Railway King; and methinks that it were as well now if he were melted up. Thence to the Napoleon Rooms, where Bonaparte's Coach, and one of his Teeth, and other Reliques and Gimcracks of his, well enough to ſee for ſuch as care about him a Button. Then to the Chamber of Horrors, which my Wife did long to ſee moſt of all; coſt 1s.', with the Napoleon Rooms, 1s. more; a Room like a Dungeon, where the Head of Robespierre, and other Scoundrels of the great French Revolution, in Wax, as though juſt cut off, horrid ghaſtly, and Plaſter Carts of Fellows that have been hanged: but the chief Attraction a Sort of Dock, wherein all the notorious Murderers of late Years; the foremoſt of all, Rush, according to the Bill, taken from Life at Norwich, which, ſeeing he was hanged there, is an odd Phraſe. There was likewiſe a Model of Stanfield Hall, and Rush his Farm, as though the Place were as famous as Waterloo. Methinks it is of ill Conſequence that there ſhould be a Murderers' Corner, wherein a Villain may look to have his Figure put more certainly than a Poet can to a Statue in the Abbey. So away again to the large Room, to look at Jenny Lind inſtead of Greenacre, and at 10 of the Clock Home, and ſo to Bed, my Wife declaring ſhe ſhould dream of the Chamber of Horrors.
