The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 07 — A Reader’s Guide

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Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron, 1803-1873 Project Gutenberg 2005 Not confirmed
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In Volume 07 of Bulwer Lytton's family saga, the narrative shifts between Uncle Jack's financial schemes and a father's confession of youthful ambition and lost love, using recurring images of 'puddings' and 'phantoms' to critique illusion versus reality.
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Saith Dr. Luther, "When I saw Dr. Gode begin to tell his puddings hanging in the chimney, I told him he would not live long!"

I wish I had copied that passage from "The Table Talk" in large round hand, and set it before my father at breakfast, the morn preceding that fatal eve in which Uncle Jack persuaded him to tell his puddings.

Yet, now I think of it, Uncle Jack hung the puddings in the chimney, but he did not persuade my father to tell them.

Beyond a vague surmise that half the suspended "tomacula" would furnish a breakfast to Uncle Jack, and that the youthful appetite of Pisistratus would despatch the rest, my father did not give a thought to the nutritious properties of the puddings,--in other words, to the two thousand pounds which, thanks to Mr. Tibbets, dangled down the chimney. So far as the Great Work was concerned, my father only cared for its publication, not its profits. I will not say that he might not hunger for praise, but I am quite sure that he did not care a button for pudding. Nevertheless, it was an infaust and sinister augury for Austin Caxton, the very appearance, the very suspension and danglement of any puddings whatsoever, right over his ingle-nook, when those puddings were made by the sleek hands of Uncle Jack! None of the puddings which he, poor man, had all his life been stringing, whether from his own chimneys or the chimneys of other people, had turned out to be real puddings,-- they had always been the eidola, the erscheinungen, the phantoms and semblances of puddings.

I question if Uncle Jack knew much about Democritus of Abdera. But he was certainly tainted with the philosophy of that fanciful sage. He peopled the air with images of colossal stature which impressed all his dreams and divinations, and from whose influences came his very sensations and thoughts. His whole being, asleep or waking, was thus but the reflection of great phantom puddings!

As soon as Mr. Tibbets had possessed himself of the two volumes of the "History of Human Error," he had necessarily established that hold upon my father which hitherto those lubricate hands of his had failed to effect. He had found what he had so long sighed for in vain,--his point d'appui, wherein to fix the Archimedean screw. He fixed it tight in the "History of Human Error," and moved the Caxtonian world.

A day or two after the conversation recorded in my last chapter, I saw Uncle Jack coming out of the mahogany doors of my father's banker; and from that time there seemed no reason why Mr. Tibbets should not visit his relations on weekdays as well as Sundays. Not a day, indeed, passed but what he held long conversations with my father. He had much to report of his interviews with the publishers. In these conversations he naturally recurred to that grand idea of the "Literary Times," which had so dazzled my poor father's imagination; and, having heated the iron, Uncle Jack was too knowing a man not to strike while it was hot.

The seventh volume of The Caxtons opens with a striking metaphor: Dr. Luther's observation about a man who 'began to tell his puddings hanging in the chimney'—a warning against counting one's assets prematurely. The narrator, Pisistratus, applies this to Uncle Jack Tibbets, who has persuaded Austin Caxton to invest in publishing the 'History of Human Error.' The puddings become a recurring image for illusory gains, as Uncle Jack is described as 'tainted with the philosophy' of Democritus, 'peopling the air with images of colossal stature.' This volume thus establishes a structural contrast between the domestic hearth and the speculative schemes that threaten it.

The Chimney and the Phantom

The opening chapter fixates on the image of puddings suspended in a chimney—a homely detail that Bulwer Lytton transforms into a symbol of misplaced trust. Uncle Jack's puddings are 'eidola, the erscheinungen, the phantoms and semblances of puddings,' a phrase that echoes philosophical language to underscore their unreality. The narrator's retrospective warning—'I wish I had copied that passage from "The Table Talk" in large round hand'—frames the ensuing events as a cautionary tale. This structural device, where a domestic object becomes a moral emblem, recurs throughout the volume, linking financial speculation to the erosion of family stability.

The Archimedean Screw of Persuasion

Uncle Jack's method of influence is described with mechanical precision: he finds his 'point d'appui, wherein to fix the Archimedean screw' in the 'History of Human Error,' and thereby 'moved the Caxtonian world.' This language of leverage and force contrasts with the passive, scholarly Austin Caxton, who cares only for publication, not profits. The narrative notes that Uncle Jack 'had found what he had so long sighed for in vain,' suggesting a pattern of manipulation. The structural movement between domestic scenes and financial negotiations—from the chimney to the banker's mahogany doors—reinforces the encroachment of external schemes upon the family hearth.

A Father's Confession of Ambition

Mid-volume, the tone shifts dramatically as Austin Caxton recounts his youth to Pisistratus. He describes his love for Ellinor Compton and his refusal to enter Parliament as a dependent: 'I could not mould my ambition to hers.' The passage is notable for its absence of quotations—'it was not my father speaking, it was another man.' This structural break from the father's usual scholarly detachment reveals a buried past of ambition and lost love. The setting moves from the present domestic sphere to a remembered world of Lord Rainsforth's library, where 'the French Revolution had made statesmen look round with some anxiety.' The contrast between the father's current quietude and his former aspirations deepens the family portrait.

Movement Between Worlds

The volume's structure relies on abrupt transitions between the comic-satirical tone of Uncle Jack's schemes and the earnest, almost elegiac tone of Austin's confession. The narrator's voice mediates these shifts, often with a wry observation. For instance, the father's story is prefaced by a rare physical gesture: 'he bent down and kissed her forehead'—an act that underscores the emotional weight of the revelation. The movement from the chimney to the banker's office to the memory of Lord Rainsforth's retreat creates a layered geography of the Caxton world, where financial, domestic, and romantic histories intersect. The recurring image of 'phantoms'—whether puddings or political ambitions—binds these scenes together.

Readers attentive to Bulwer Lytton's use of metaphor will find the puddings and phantoms of this volume a key to its moral architecture. The father's confession, set against Uncle Jack's machinations, invites comparison between different forms of error—financial and emotional. The incomplete excerpts leave the resolution of both threads uncertain, but the structural contrasts are clear: the domestic hearth versus the speculative chimney, the scholar's detachment versus the man of the world's ambition. This volume rewards those who track its recurring images and shifts in register.

That rainy afternoon, I kept returning to the father’s confession—how a phantom of lost love shadowed every practical choice. It felt less like fiction, more like overheard memory. Later, almost by accident, I picked up My Lady of the North — Context and Discussion and found the same quiet ache between its lines, a familiar weather indoors.

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