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136 From The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade Herman Melville As Jonathan Cook has argued, The Confidence-Man (1857), Melville’s last published novel, is still a question in search of an answer: “There has been little consensus on the novel’s meaning and it continues to be the author’s most problematic and forbidding text” (ix). In brief, the novel follows events on board the steamboat Fidèle as it journeys from St. Louis to New Orleans on April Fool’s Day. Melville uses the social panorama of a Mississippi steamboat (a “ship of fools”) to effect a rigorous and far-reaching satire of the contemporary American scene. In the following extract, the eponymous confidence man, in the guise of cosmopolitan Frank Goodman, has an encounter with Charlie Noble, a riverboat gambler who attempts to get Goodman drunk—but gets a lot more than he bargained for in the process. Melville’s portrait of Noble and his methods might have been based on personal experience, since he traveled to Galena, Illinois, in 1840 and is likely to have spent some time on board a steamboat. This conversation is given added interest by the suggestion that Noble was modeled on none other than Melville’s sometime friend Nathaniel Hawthorne. For more information see Jonathan A. Cook, Satirical Apocalypse: An Anatomy of Melville’s The Confidence -Man (Westport, Conn.: Greenwood, 1996). “And now,” said the stranger, cordially retaining his hand, “you know our fashion here at the West. It may be a little low, but it is kind. Briefly, we being newly-made friends must drink together. What say you?” “Thank you; but indeed, you must excuse me.” “Why?” “Because, to tell the truth, I have to-day met so many old friends, all freehearted , convivial gentlemen, that really, really, though for the present I succeed in mastering it, I am at bottom almost in the condition of a sailor who, stepping ashore after a long voyage, ere night reels with loving welcomes, his head of less capacity than his heart.” At the allusion to old friends, the stranger’s countenance a little fell, as a jealous lover’s might at hearing from his sweetheart of former ones. But rallying , he said: “No doubt they treated you to something strong; but wine— surely, that gentle creature, wine; come, let us have a little gentle wine at one From The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade 137 of these little tables here. Come, come.” Then essaying to roll about like a full pipe in the sea, sang in a voice which had had more of good-fellowship, had there been less of a latent squeak to it: “Let us drink of the wine of the vine benign, That sparkles warm in Zausovine.” The cosmopolitan, with longing eye upon him, stood as sorely tempted and wavering a moment; then, abruptly stepping towards him, with a look of dissolved surrender, said: “When mermaid songs move figure-heads, then may glory, gold, and women try their blandishments on me. But a good fellow , singing a good song, he woos forth my every spike, so that my whole hull, like a ship’s, sailing by a magnetic rock, caves in with acquiescence. Enough: when one has a heart of a certain sort, it is in vain trying to be resolute .” The wine, port, being called for, and the two seated at the little table, a natural pause of convivial expectancy ensued; the stranger’s eye turned towards the bar near by, watching the red-cheeked, white-aproned man there, blithely dusting the bottle, and invitingly arranging the salver and glasses; when, with a sudden impulse turning round his head towards his companion , he said, “Ours is friendship at first sight, ain’t it?” “It is,” was the placidly pleased reply: “and the same may be said of friendship at first sight as of love at first sight: it is the only true one, the only noble one. It bespeaks confidence. Who would go sounding his way into love or friendship, like a strange ship by night, into an enemy’s harbor?” “Right. Boldly in before the wind. Agreeable, how we always agree. Bythe -way, though but a formality, friends should know each other’s names. What is yours, pray?” “Francis Goodman. But those who love me, call me Frank. And yours?” “Charles Arnold Noble. But do you call me Charlie.” “I will, Charlie; nothing like preserving in manhood the fraternal familiarities of youth. It proves the heart a rosy...

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