<h2>CHILDREN IN BURLESQUE</h2>
<p>Derision, which is so great a part of human comedy, has not spared
the humours of children. Yet they are fitter subjects for any
other kind of jesting. In the first place they are quite defenceless,
but besides and before this, it might have been supposed that nothing
in a child could provoke the equal passion of scorn. Between confessed
unequals scorn is not even suggested. Its derisive proclamation
of inequality has no sting and no meaning where inequality is natural
and manifest.</p>
<p>Children rouse the laughter of men and women; but in all that laughter
the tone of derision is more strange a discord than the tone of anger
would be, or the tone of theological anger and menace. These,
little children have had to bear in their day, but in the grim and serious
moods—not in the play—of their elders. The wonder
is that children should ever have been burlesqued, or held to be fit
subjects for irony.</p>
<p>Whether the thing has been done anywhere out of England, in any form,
might be a point for enquiry. It would seem, at a glance, that
English art and literature are quite alone in this incredible manner
of sport.</p>
<p>And even here, too, the thing that is laughed at in a child is probably
always a mere reflection of the parents’ vulgarity. None
the less it is an unintelligible thing that even the rankest vulgarity
of father or mother should be resented, in the child, with the implacable
resentment of derision.</p>
<p>John Leech used the caricature of a baby for the purposes of a scorn
that was not angry, but familiar. It is true that the poor child
had first been burlesqued by the unchildish aspect imposed upon him
by his dress, which presented him, without the beauties of art or nature,
to all the unnatural ironies. Leech did but finish him in the
same spirit, with dots for the childish eyes, and a certain form of
face which is best described as a fat square containing two circles—the
inordinate cheeks of that ignominious baby. That is the child
as <i>Punch</i> in Leech’s day preserved him, the latest figure
of the then prevailing domestic raillery of the domestic.</p>
<p>In like manner did Thackeray and Dickens, despite all their sentiment.
Children were made to serve both the sentiment and the irony between
which those two writers, alike in this, stood double-minded. Thackeray,
writing of his snobs, wreaks himself upon a child; there is no worse
snob than his snob-child. There are snob-children not only in
the book dedicated to their parents, but in nearly all his novels.
There is a female snob-child in “Lovel the Widower,” who
may be taken as a type, and there are snob-children at frequent intervals
in “Philip.” It is not certain that Thackeray intended
the children of Pendennis himself to be innocent and exempt.</p>
<p>In one of Dickens’s early sketches there is a plot amongst
the humorous <i>dramatis</i> <i>personae</i>, to avenge themselves on
a little boy for the lack of tact whereby his parents have brought him
with them to a party on the river. The principal humorist frightens
the child into convulsions. The incident is the success of the
day, and is obviously intended to have some kind of reflex action in
amusing the reader. In Dickens’s maturer books the burlesque
little girl imitates her mother’s illusory fainting-fits.</p>
<p>Our glimpses of children in the fugitive pages of that day are grotesque.
A little girl in <i>Punch</i> improves on the talk of her dowdy mother
with the maids. An inordinate baby stares; a little boy flies,
hideous, from some hideous terror.</p>
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