Brother Jacob

Among the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, that of

blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, been sufficiently

considered. How is the son of a British yeoman, who has been fed

principally on salt pork and yeast dumplings, to know that there is satiety

for the human stomach even in a paradise of glass jars full of sugared

almonds and pink lozenges, and that the tedium of life can reach a pitch

where plum-buns at discretion cease to offer the slightest excitement? Or

how, at the tender age when a confectioner seems to him a very prince

whom all the world must envy--who breakfasts on macaroons, dines on

meringues, sups on twelfth-cake, and fills up the intermediate hours with

sugar-candy or peppermint--how is he to foresee the day of sad wisdom,

when he will discern that the confectioner's calling is not socially

influential, or favourable to a soaring ambition? I have known a man who

turned out to have a metaphysical genius, incautiously, in the period of

youthful buoyancy, commence his career as a dancing-master; and you

may imagine the use that was made of this initial mistake by opponents

who felt themselves bound to warn the public against his doctrine of the

Inconceivable. He could not give up his dancing-lessons, because he

made his bread by them, and metaphysics would not have found him in

so much as salt to his bread. It was really the same with Mr. David Faux

and the confectionery business. His uncle, the butler at the great house

close by Brigford, had made a pet of him in his early boyhood, and it was

on a visit to this uncle that the confectioners' shops in that brilliant town

had, on a single day, fired his tender imagination. He carried home the

pleasing illusion that a confectioner must be at once the happiest and the

foremost of men, since the things he made were not only the most

beautiful to behold, but the very best eating, and such as the Lord Mayor

must always order largely for his private recreation; so that when his

father declared he must be put to a trade, David chose his line without a

moment's hesitation; and, with a rashness inspired by a sweet tooth,

wedded himself irrevocably to confectionery. Soon, however, the tooth

lost its relish and fell into blank indifference; and all the while, his mind

expanded, his ambition took new shapes, which could hardly be satisfied

within the sphere his youthful ardour had chosen. But what was he to do?

He was a young man of much mental activity, and, above all, gifted with

a spirit of contrivance; but then, his faculties would not tell with great

effect in any other medium than that of candied sugars, conserves, and

pastry. Say what you will about the identity of the reasoning process in all

branches of thought, or about the advantage of coming to subjects with a

fresh mind, the adjustment of butter to flour, and of heat to pastry, is not

the best preparation for the office of prime minister; besides, in the

present imperfectly-organized state of society, there are social barriers.

David could invent delightful things in the way of drop-cakes, and he had

the widest views of the sugar department; but in other directions he

certainly felt hampered by the want of knowledge and practical skill; and

the world is so inconveniently constituted, that the vague consciousness

of being a fine fellow is no guarantee of success in any line of business.

This difficulty pressed with some severity on Mr. David Faux, even before

his apprenticeship was ended. His soul swelled with an impatient sense

that he ought to become something very remarkable--that it was quite

out of the question for him to put up with a narrow lot as other men did:

he scorned the idea that he could accept an average. He was sure there

was nothing average about him: even such a person as Mrs. Tibbits, the

washer- woman, perceived it, and probably had a preference for his linen.

At that particular period he was weighing out gingerbread nuts; but such

an anomaly could not continue. No position could be suited to Mr. David

Faux that was not in the highest degree easy to the flesh and flattering to

the spirit. If he had fallen on the present times, and enjoyed the

advantages of a Mechanic's Institute, he would certainly have taken to

literature and have written reviews; but his education had not been

liberal. He had read some novels from the adjoining circulating library,

and had even bought the story of Inkle and Yarico, which had made him

feel very sorry for poor Mr. Inkle; so that his ideas might not have been

below a certain mark of the literary calling; but his spelling and diction

were too unconventional.