TO Haggart,who babbled on the Castle Rock of Willie Wallace and was only nineteen when he danced without the music;to Simms,alias Gentleman Harry,who showed at Tyburn how a hero could die;to George Barrington,the incomparably witty and adroitto these a full meed of honour has been paid.Even the coarse and dastardly Freney has achieved,with Thackeray's aid (and Lever's)something of a reputation.But James Hardy Vaux,despite his eloquent bid for fame,has not found his rhapsodist.Yet a more consistent ruffian never pleaded for mercy.From his early youth until in 1819he sent forth his Memoirs to the world,he lived industriously upon the cross.There was no racket but he worked it with energy and address.Though he practised the more glorious crafts of pickpocket and shoplifter,he did not despise the beggingletter,and he suffered his last punishment for receiving what another's courage had conveyed.His enterprise was not seldom rewarded with success,and for a decade of years he continued to preserve an appearance of gentility;but it is plain,even from his own narrative,that he was scarce an artist,and we shall best understand him if we recognise that he was a Philistine among thieves.He lived in an age of pocketpicking,and skill in this branch is the true test of his time.
A contemporary of Barrington,he had before him the most brilliant of examples,which might properly have enforced the worth of a simple method.But,though he constantly brags of his success at Drury Lane,we take not his generalities for gospel,and the one exploit whose credibility is enforced with circumstance was pitiful both in conception and performance.Ameeting of freeholders at the `Mermaid Tavern,'Hackney,was the occasion,and after drawing blank upon blank,Vaux succeeded at last in extracting a silver snuffbox.Now,his clumsiness had suggested the use of the scissors,and the victim not only discovered the scission in his coat,but caught the thief with the implements of his art upon him.By a miracle of impudence Vaux escaped conviction,but he deserved the gallows for his want of principle,and not even sympathy could have let drop a tear,had justice seized her due.On the straight or on the cross the canons of art deserve respect;and a thief is great,not because he is a thief,but because,in filling his own pocket,he preserves from violence the legitimate traditions of his craft.
But it was in conflict with the jewellers that Vaux best proved his mettle.It was his wont to clothe himself `in the most elegant attire,'and on the pretence of purchase to rifle the shops of Piccadilly.For this offence`pinching'the Cant Dictionary calls ithe did his longest stretch of time,and here his admirable qualities of cunning and coolness found their most generous scope.A love of fine clothes he shared with all the best of his kind,and he visited Mr Bilgerthe jeweller who arrested himmagnificently arrayed.He wore a black coat and waistcoat,blue pantaloons,Hessian boots,and a hat `in the extreme of the newest fashion.'He was also resplendent with gold watch and eyeglass.His hair was powdered,and a fawney sparkled on his dexter fam.The booty was enormous,and a week later he revisited the shop on another errand.This second visit was the one flash of genius in a somewhat drab career:the jeweller was so completely dumfounded,that Vaux might have got clean away.But though he kept discreetly out of sight for a while,at last he drifted back to his ancient boozingken,and was there betrayed to a notorious thiefcatcher.The inevitable sentence of death followed.It was commuted after the fashion of the time,and Vaux,having sojourned a while at the Hulks,sought for a second time the genial airs of Botany Bay.
His vanity and his laziness were alike invincible.He believed himself a miracle of learning as well as a perfect thief,and physical toil was the sole `lay'for which he professed no capacity.For a while he corrected the press for a printer,and he roundly asserts that his knowledge of literature and of foreign tongues rendered him invaluable.It was vanity again that induced him to assert his innocence when he was lagged for so vulgar a crime as stealing a wipe from a tradesman in Chancery Lane.At the moment of arrest he was on his way to purchase base coin from a Whitechapel bitfaker:but,despite his nefarious errand,he is righteously wrathful at what he asserts was an unjust conviction,and henceforth he assumed the crown of martyrdom.His first and last ambition during the intervals of freedom was gentility,and so long as he was not at work he lived the life of a respectable grocer.Although the casual Cyprian flits across his page,he pursued the one flame of his life for the good motive,and he affects to be a very model of domesticity.The sentiment of piety also was strong upon him,and if he did not,like the illustrious Peace,pray for his jailer,he rivalled the Prison Ordinary in comforting the condemned.Had it only been his fate to die on the gallows,how unctuous had been his croak!
