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<title>The Spectator 235</title>
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  <number>no. 235</number>
  <date>1711-11-29</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>--------Populares</quotation>
  <quotation>Vincentum strepitus------- Hor.</quotation>
  <translation>Hor. Ars Poet. v. 81.</translation>
  <translation>Awes the tumultuous noises of the pit.---Roscommon</translation>
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<paragraph>THERE is nothing which lies more
within the Province of a Spectator than publick Shows and
Diversions; and as among these there are none which can pretend to
vie with those elegant Entertainments that are exhibited in our
Theatres, I think it particularly incumbent on me to take Notice of
every thing that is remarkable in such numerous and refined
Assemblies.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It is observed, that of late Years there has been a
certain Person in the upper Gallery of the Playhouse, who when he
is pleased with any Thing that is acted upon the Stage, expresses
his Approbation by a loud Knock upon the Benches or the Wainscot,
which may be heard over the whole Theatre. This Person is commonly
known by the Name of the <italic>Trunk-maker in the upper Gallery.</italic> Whether
it be, that the Blow he gives on these Occasions resembles that
which is often heard in the Shops of such Artizans, or that he was
supposed to have been a real Trunk-maker, who after the finishing
of his Day's Work used to unbend his Mind at these publick
Diversions with his Hammer in his Hand, I cannot certainly tell.
There are some, I know, who have been foolish enough to imagine it
is a Spirit which haunts the upper Gallery, and from Time to Time
makes those strange Noises; and the rather, because he is observed
to be louder than ordinary every Time the Ghost of <italic>Hamlet</italic> appears.
Others have reported, that it is a dumb Man, who has chosen this
Way of uttering himself when he is transported with any Thing he
sees or hears. Others will have it to be the Play-house Thunderer,
that exerts himself after this Manner in the upper Gallery, when he
has nothing to do upon the Roof.</paragraph>
<paragraph>But having made it my Business to
get the best Information I could in a Matter of this Moment, I find
that the Trunk-maker, as he is commonly called, is a large black
Man, whom no body knows. He generally leans forward on a huge Oaken
Plant with great. Attention to every thing that passes upon the
Stage. He is never seen to smile; but upon hearing any thing that
pleases him; he takes up his Staff with both Hands, and lays it
upon the next Piece of Timber that stands in his Way with exceeding
Vehemence: After which, he composes himself in his former Posture,
till such Time as something new sets him again at Work.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It has been observed, his Blow is so well timed, that the most judicious
Critick could never except against it. As soon as any shining
Thought is expressed in the Poet, or any uncommon Grace appears in
the Actor, he smites the Bench or Wainscot. If the Audience does
not concur with him, he smites a second Time, and if the Audience
is not yet awaked, looks round him with great Wrath, and repeats
the Blow a third Time, which never fails to produce the Clap. He
sometimes lets the Audience begin the Clap of themselves, and at
the Conclusion of their Applause ratifies it with a single Thwack.</paragraph>
<paragraph>He is of so great Use to the Play-house, that it is said a former
Director of it, upon his not being able to pay his Attendance by
reason of Sickness, kept one in Pay to officiate for him till such
time as he recovered; but the Person so employed, tho' he laid
about him with incredible Violence, did it in such wrong Places,
that the Audience soon found out that it was not their old Friend
the Trunk-maker.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It has been remarked, that he has not yet exerted
himself with Vigour this Season. He sometimes plies at the Opera;
and upon <italic>Nicolini's</italic> first Appearance, was said to have demolished
three Benches in the Fury of his Applause. He has broken half a
dozen Oaken Plants upon <italic>Dogget,</italic><footnote name="(1)" url="../november_footnotes/footnote235.xml"></footnote> and seldom goes away from a
Tragedy of <italic>Shakespear,</italic> without leaving the Wainscot extremely
shattered.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Players do not only connive at his obstreperous
Approbation, but very cheerfully repair at their own Cost whatever
Damages he makes. They had once a Thought of erecting a kind of
Wooden Anvil for his Use that should be made of a very sounding
Plank, in order to render his Stroaks more deep and mellow; but as
this might not have been distinguished from the Musick of a
Kettle-Drum, the Project was laid aside.</paragraph>
<paragraph>In the mean while, I
cannot but take notice of the great Use it is to an Audience, that
a Person should thus preside over their Heads like the Director of
a Consort, in order to awaken their Attention, and beat time to
their Applauses; or, to raise my Simile, I have sometimes fancied
the Trunk-maker in the upper Gallery to be like <italic>Virgil's</italic> Ruler of
the Wind, seated upon the Top of a Mountain, who, when he struck
his Sceptre upon the Side of it, roused an Hurricane, and set the
whole Cavern in an Uproar.<footnote name="(2)" url="../november_footnotes/footnote235.xml"></footnote></paragraph>
<paragraph>It is certain, the Trunk-maker has
saved many a good Play, and brought many a graceful Actor into
Reputation, who would not otherwise have been taken notice of. It
is very visible, as the Audience is not a little abashed, if they
find themselves betrayed into a Clap, when their Friend in the
upper Gallery does not come into it; so the Actors do not value
themselves upon the Clap, but regard it as a meer <italic>Brutum fulmen,</italic> or
empty Noise, when it has not the Sound of the Oaken Plant in it. I
know it has been given out by those who are Enemies to the
Trunk-maker, that he has sometimes been bribed to be in the
Interest of a bad Poet, or a vicious Player; but this is a Surmise
which has no Foundation: his Stroaks are always just, and his
Admonitions seasonable; he does not deal about his Blows at Random,
but always hits the right Nail upon the Head. [The<footnote name="(3)" url="../november_footnotes/footnote235.xml"></footnote>]
inexpressible Force wherewith he lays them on, sufficiently shows
the Evidence and Strength of his Conviction. His Zeal for a good
Author is indeed outrageous, and breaks down every Fence and
Partition, every Board and Plank, that stands within the Expression
of his Applause.</paragraph>
<paragraph>As I do not care for terminating my Thoughts in
barren Speculations, or in Reports of pure Matter of Fact, without
drawing something from them for the Advantage of my Country-men, I
shall take the Liberty to make an humble Proposal, that whenever
the Trunk-maker shall depart this Life, or whenever he shall have
lost the Spring of his Arm by Sickness, old Age, Infirmity, or the
like, some able-bodied Critick should be advanced to this Post, and
have a competent Salary settled on him for Life, to be furnished
with Bamboos for Operas, Crab-tree-Cudgels for Comedies, and Oaken
Plants for Tragedy, at the publick Expence. And to the End that
this Place should be always disposed of according to Merit, I would
have none preferred to it, who has not given convincing Proofs both
of a sound Judgment and a strong Arm, and who could not, upon
Occasion, either knock down an Ox, or write a Comment upon <italic>Horace's</italic>
Art of Poetry. In short, I would have him a due Composition of
<italic>Hercules</italic> and <italic>Apollo,</italic> and so rightly qualified for this important
Office, that the <italic>Trunk-maker</italic> may not be missed by our Posterity.</paragraph>
<paragraph>C.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. Thomas Doggett, an excellent comic actor, who was for many years
joint-manager with Wilkes and Cibber, died in 1721, and bequeathed
the Coat and Badge that are rowed for by Thames Watermen every
first of August, from London Bridge to Chelsea.</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. &#198;neid I. 85.</paragraph>
<paragraph>3. [That]</paragraph>
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