John Leech, His Life and Work, Vol. 2 [of 2]

The Marchioness going to Execution.




In the year 1841 I exhibited a picture at the Suffolk Street Gallery, and I recollect accidentally overhearing fragments of a conversation between a certain Joe Allen and a brother member of the Society of British Artists in Suffolk Street. Allen's picture happened to hang near mine, and we were both touching up our productions. Joe Allen was the funny man of the society, and, though he startled me a little, he did not surprise me by a loud and really good imitation of the peculiar squeak of Punch.
Look out, my boy, he said to his friend, for the first number. We (I suppose he was a member of the first staff) shall take the town by storm. There is no mistake about it. We have so-and-so —naming some well-known men— for writers; Hine, Kenny Meadows, young Leech, and a lot more first-rate illustrators, etc.
Whether Allen's friend took his advice and bought the first number of Punch , which appeared in the following July, I know not; but I bought a copy, and remember my disappointment at finding Leech conspicuous by his absence from the pages. In the hope of finding him in the second issue, I went to the shop where I had bought the first. The shopman met my request for the second number of Punch , as well as I can recollect, in the following words:
What paper, sir? Oh, Punch ! Yes, I took a few of the first; but it's no go. You see, they billed it about a good deal (how well I recollect that expression!), so I wanted to see what it was like. It won't do; it's no go.
I have been told that, like most newspapers, Punch had some difficulty in keeping upon his legs in his first efforts to move; but as those elegant members, so exquisitely drawn by Tenniel, have supported the famous hunchback for nearly half a century, there is no need for his friends' anxiety as to his future movements.