As is my wont, I always try to find obscure and intriguing articles for our Masonic Miscellanies slot – this month I have found something so utterly surreal that it may be the most miscellaneous Masonic miscellany ever!
– Philippa (Editor)
As usual, whilst researching something vaguely related (in this case an artist called Max Rosenthal), I discovered within a text entitled The comic natural history of the human race (H. L. (Henry Louis Stephens), a bizarre image entitled ‘The Masonic Terrapin’.
The book is a satirical offering from 1851, with eccentric and very surreal descriptions of 39 contemporary figures, mostly Philadelphians, accompanied by a colour lithograph portrait of each, showing his or her face on the body of a bird or animal.
The caricatures were a tongue-in-cheek poke at the ‘great and the good’ of the era.
The descriptive text associated with each cartoon is by various contributors and are equally odd in their subject matter and prose.
I have no idea which prominent Mason was chosen to depict the ‘Masonic Terrapin’ but I can’t imagine the cartoon, or the description (written by ‘Richard Vaux’) was positively received!
If anyone can work out which Freemason from 1851 the caricature resembles/fits, do let us know!
One of the end pages appears to include a partial list of possible ‘victims’.
The books’ artist was Henry Louis Stephens, and the lithographs produced and signed by ‘L. Rosenthal, Phila.’, a lithographic company run by two brothers Louis and Max Rosenthal.
The book was published by Samuel Robinson of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
So, without further ado, I offer you – THE MASONIC TERRAPIN
“It is common-place to talk of this being the age of wonders; we shall not therefore insist upon it in this our Preface; but will only hint our entire conformity to such prevalent idea, and inform the public at once that we are about to give some illustrations of it.
In various aspects of their ever-changing, phantasmago-rical, kaleideiscopical or transmigratorial characters, we have some fancies, which we shall show in such a strong light as no dissolving view or master-piece of fireworks ever begun to approach.
Transmigration is held to be very marvellous, even abstractly as a doctrine only ; and we associate with it ideas of idolatrous ram-worshiping Hindoos, and other far-off out- siders, but we have discovered it to commonly happen close at home.
We shall show, amongst many other important things, some of the shapes into which men try, and rather successfully too, to transform themselves…”
THE MASONIC TERRAPIN (OBSTETRIX AUCTORUM)
The Chapter in full:
When the artist presented for our inspection, the drawing of the Masonic Terrapin, we were sorely oppressed with “a confluence of ideas on the brain.”
It was almost an ideal-apoplexy : not however of that sort which is produced by eating terrapins. We lost all consciousness.
Phantoms of Morganised turtles — Masonic suppers — free blows — champagne and cigars — songs and stories : — wit and whiskey — wine and watchmen — dyspepsia and diarrhoeticks passed before our vision, with funereal slowness and solemnity.
It was long before we returned to a sense of actual vitality. Gazing on the picture, dreaming of the vision, the first impression that took the form of thought was to audibly inquire, if all these things belonged to the “Family Robinson” — an indignant No from our publisher, startled us into our propriety.
Then it was we discovered the great resemblance between a free mason and a free terrapin. It is in their shut-up-iveness.
Ask a Mason his secret, touch him with an interrogatory, and he shuts-up, mum as a mummy. Touch a free terrapin as he is going quietly into his lodge on the sea-shore, to ask him when he will be ready for supper — and he shuts-up just like the Mason.
The ancient York Mason, and the York cove oyster, and the York bay terrapin, must have some astounding secrets among themselves; when any do come out, won’t the people gulp them down, secrets and shell-fish — ^which will go down the best, depends very much on how they are ” cooked up.”
A secret on a chafing-dish, is a novelty — although the Masons do talk a great deal about their secrets on the “gridiron.”
It is about as easy for one to be “done brown,” on either utensil.
There is a marked resemblance between the turtle and the Mason : as we have shown — ^but we think the verisimilitude is liable to be yet further extended.
There are as we know, mock turtles, snapping turtles, green turtles, and land turtles : so with the Masons — but the green Masons predominate over the snappers, and the mock Masons are scarce.
The only aqueous specimen we ever heard of, was the one that mysteriously found its way into Niagara : this must have been a female specimen — of rather doubtful reputation — we never knew her consort, and she had a large family.
Out of respect to so delicate a relation in life, her offspring always called her aunty-Mason.
We have thrown, all the ‘light of Masonry,’ or rather terrapinic Masonry, in our power ; if more is desired by the reader, we refer him to R. W. P. G. M. Chandler, who any night in the wick, will light up, show the moulds and the dips of ancient Greece, and then sit down over a Masonic terrapin, and other fixings, with a degree of satisfaction only known to the mysteries of the Order.
There is something very fat, jovial, good-natured, and convivial in a terrapin.
Who has not decided a bet over terrapin for 6? — who has not been of the party, feasted on terrapins and champagne ? — who has not been invited to join the social ‘circle’ in a ‘box,’ over terrapin and punch, where the night has glided away, till the small hours of the morning have crawled on the board?
Poor, defenceless, uncomplaining, heart-broken, secret- keeping terrapin.
Food for publishers, painters, parsons, parasites, publicans, patriots, politicians, poets.
Let us for a moment imagine three or four quiet, solemn, hungry parsons, after long fasting, with good digestion and a ” special collection,” orderly assembled, on a bleak, dreary, windy, December night, over ” terrapins for half a dozen,” a ” little good old spirits,” and cigars for their several affections of the bronchial organs : a picture of self-denial, victorious over worldly lust!
Oh, if McClees & Germon, celebrated in their art, would only use their renowned skill in daguerreotyping these “shepherds,” over this repast! Poor terrapin!
Unite as a subscriber to a dinner to a ” distinguished statesman;” take a seat at the table; listen to the speech of the chairman ; the patriotic toasts ; the great speech of the Hon. Washington Jefferson Jackson Smallpotatoes; and cast your eye on the poor terrapin — still it keeps its own secret : mason-like.
It never lets out a word or sign of complaint or anguish. It serves as the basis of all the satisfaction of these gatherings. It performs an important part, in political or pious feasts.
That the student may not be in doubt, we have drawn the likeness of one of these singular quadrupeds in full life.
It “stands erect,” full of fat and fun. In one eye you see the mischievous twinkle of a “Billy Vidkins,” in the other, the quiet drollery of a “John Donkey” — a combination of character, which once germinated in the phiz of a ‘printer’s devil,’ but which is now subdued into that intelligent serio-comic expression which so admirably belongs to ‘our publisher.’
Extraordinary terrapin! True to its character, it furnishes food for the fun-loving reader to-day ; to-morrow solemnizes itself into a condition to refresh the pious Christian who delights in religious literature ; the next day, cooked up into that flavor which gives a gout to a ‘Dutch almanac,’ and ever and anon is hashed up into all kinds of ragouts, from a ‘paper book’ to a ‘pamphlet.’
Good terrapin! Never complaining, always fat, ever jolly, universally secret, yet proffering ‘proof upon proof of the characteristics we have delineated.
The unlearned reader may inquire, if our specimen is a ‘heifer’ or a ‘cow,’ as by these terms terrapins are known to the epicure.
What a question to be suggested after all we have already said! A cow? Oh, Sam, who would have thought for a moment, you could be mistaken for any ‘udder’ kind than you are! You are no cow; you worship at no such titulary shrine.
Benevolent as our artist has truthfully drawn you, you are the parent of no such common-veal, as, with the “lowing herd, winds slowly o’er the lea.”
Meek, gentle,and kind as you are, no cow-ard blood is to be found under your shell. No, poor terrapin, you are no cow, whatever else you may be.
Judging from the eggs, which are regarded as so delicate a morceau in the cooked terrapin, one would fain believe you were a fowl — yet you are “no chicken” — however much you may, as our publisher, look after our brood, as the result of ‘Hen’s’ eggs.
You may be a heifer. But after taking a look at the drawing, we opine, that he who would doubt as to your proper position in this or any other Natural History might expect at your hands, what in France is called, a ” bull-verse-ment,” such a shaking, as in all after time could leave no doubt on the subject.
But so long as those ‘re-gal-ia’ are about, you will keep your secret on the subject; and we wont further put you “to press, “or have you bound ‘in calf,’ to answer.
You carry on your back a coat of ‘mail,’ at all events ; and if the public, in testimony of your efforts on our behalf, will only ‘shell-out,’ so that you may gain the ‘shell-ings,’ and save yourself from being one of Pharoah’s “lean kind,” you can stand well the cream of this joke, and not be under the necessity of committing cannibal-istic suicide, in eating yourself.
Poor terrapin! well, you have been cooked up in a new dish this time.
Some men say, “Save us from our friends!” but you can cry out! “Save me from a cuisine !” [don’t mistake the word for cousin] as thus being ‘ roasted’ is worse than “a stew.”
Roasted terrapin is an Epicurean novelty. And you don’t like it? Well, we have full faith in your Masonic teachings, that you will keep this as a secret, and never let the world know the current of your thoughts on the subject.
Fare-well, friend terrapin, and if in our remarks we have been the least personal — if we have trod on your toes — if we have hurt your feelings — if we have taken you by the “collar” — or pulled too hard at your “apron”-string — if we have put your temper to the “proof” — if we have said a word, that, unlike yourself, could be, mistaken — we will go to Guy’s, or Prosser’s, or ‘Jenny’s,’ or some other place, and settle this difference, by showing the difference between a Masonic terrapin and a terrapinized Mason.
Well, reader, who ever you may be, we have endeavored to en-lighten, instruct, and amuse you, on the subject of a Masonic terrapin in particular, or, more properly speaking, a particular Masonic terrapin.
Fully to understand all we wish the types to express, you must familiarize yourself with the process of practical printing.
Go for example into a large and celebrated printing establishment — take King & Baird’s — ask for the “head devil” of the concern, request him to inform you in what manner printing on types, or publishing, is connected with a Masonic terrapin.
The question is worth the asking, for he will answer it promptly, by introducing to you the publisher of Stephens’ Natural History; then, if you can properly realize the exact impression that ought at once to force itself on your mind, you will invite the editor, author, and publisher, and the printer that “set-up” this copy, to go round to “Rockwell’s,” and enjoy with you a good old-fashioned terrapin supper.
Well, let’s go. Just a snug party — Let’s see : Editor 1, publisher 2, reader 3, author 4, printer 5 ; yes, that’s right, come on! Sam! terrapins for V.
About the creators:
The Illustrator – Henry Louis Stephens
Self-portrait of the author Henry L. Stephens, as a caricature ‘The Hen That Hatched This Egg (Henry L. Stephens): Title Page, The Comic Natural History of the Human Race (1851)
Henry Louis Stephens (February 11, 1824 – December 13, 1882) was an American illustrator and editorial cartoonist.
Stephens was a prolific artist and accomplished a great amount of work for book and magazine illustration.
Stephens was well known as a caricaturist, excelling especially in the humorous delineation of animals, and drew cartoons and sketches for;
He illustrated some children’s books, including Aesop’s Fables, Death of Cock Robin, and The House that Jack Built; he wrote and illustrated The Goblin Snob (c.1855), a satirical poem, as well as The Comic Natural History of the Human Race (1851).
He painted in watercolors, but rarely exhibited his works. Stephens died in Bayonne, New Jersey in 1882.
The Lithographer – Max Rosenthal
Max Rosenthal, self-portrait, 1903.
He studied in Berlin under Professor Carl Harnisch and in 1847 he went to Paris, where he studied lithography, drawing, and painting with Martin Thurwanger, with whom he came to Philadelphia in 1849, to work under contract with Duval & Company.
After finishing his studies at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in 1951, he became a partner with his brother Louis N. Rosenthal in his lithographic company known as ‘Rosenthals’.
This is most likely where he worked on the lithographs for Henry Stephens’ ‘The Comic Natural History of the Human Race’ (1951).
Rosenthal made the chromolithographic plates for what is believed to be the first fully illustrated book by this process in the United States, “Wild Scenes and Wild Hunters.”
In 1854 he drew and lithographed an interior view of the old Masonic temple in Philadelphia, the plate being 22 by 25 inches, the largest chromolithograph that had been made in the country up to that time.
He developed the first facsimile of water colors reproduced using the lithographic process in 1858.
He also invented a process of decorating glass using sand blasting in 1872.
Interior of the old Masonic Temple (demolished) of Philadelphia, drawn and chromolithographed by Max Rosenthal (1854) – Grand Lodge room of the new Masonic Hall, Chestnut Street Philadelphia.
He designed and executed the illustrations for various works, and during the Civil War followed the Army of the Potomac, and drew every camp, up to the Battle of Gettysburg. He made illustrations for the U.S. Military Commission.
These drawings he reproduced at the time. Up to 1884 he did miscellaneous works, including about 200 lithographs of distinguished Americans.
After 1884 he turned his attention to etching, and executed over 150 portraits of eminent Americans and British officers, together with numerous large plates.
He is the father of artist Albert Rosenthal. Max died on August 8, 1918 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Article by: Philippa Lee
Philippa Lee (writes as Philippa Faulks) is the author of eight books, an editor and researcher.
Philippa was initiated into the Honourable Fraternity of Ancient Freemasons (HFAF) in 2014.
Her specialism is ancient Egypt, Freemasonry, comparative religions and social history. She has several books in progress on the subject of ancient and modern Egypt. Selection of Books Online at Amazon
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