 out at the door - he was called upon unanimously for Rule
Britannia. When he recommended the player not to saw the air thus, the sulky man
said, »And don't you do it, neither; you're a deal worse than him!« And I grieve
to add that peals of laughter greeted Mr. Wopsle on every one of these
occasions.
    But his greatest trials were in the churchyard: which had the appearance of
a primeval forest, with a kind of small ecclesiastical wash-house on one side,
and a turnpike gate on the other. Mr. Wopsle, in a comprehensive black cloak,
being descried entering at the turnpike, the gravedigger was admonished in a
friendly way, »Look out! Here's the undertaker a coming, to see how you're
getting on with your work!« I believe it is well known in a constitutional
country that Mr. Wopsle could not possibly have returned the skull, after
moralising over it, without dusting his fingers on a white napkin taken from his
breast; but even that innocent and indispensable action did not pass without the
comment »Wai-ter!« The arrival of the body for interment (in an empty black box
with the lid tumbling open), was the signal for a general joy which was much
enhanced by the discovery, among the bearers, of an individual obnoxious to
identification. The joy attended Mr. Wopsle through his struggle with Laertes on
the brink of the orchestra and the grave, and slackened no more until he had
tumbled the king off the kitchen-table, and had died by inches from the ankles
upward.
    We had made some pale efforts in the beginning to applaud Mr. Wopsle; but
they were too hopeless to be persisted in. Therefore we had sat, feeling keenly
for him, but laughing, nevertheless, from ear to ear. I laughed in spite of
myself all the time, the whole thing was so droll; and yet I had a latent
impression that there was something decidedly fine in Mr. Wopsle's elocution -
not for old associations' sake, I am afraid, but because it was very slow, very
dreary, very up-hill and down-hill, and very unlike any way in which any man in
any natural circumstances of life or death ever expressed himself about
anything. When the tragedy was over, and he had been called for and hooted, I
said to Herbert, »Let us go at once, or perhaps we shall meet him.«
    We made all the haste we could down-stairs, but we were not
