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Every morning, day +comes to him with a virgin's love, full of bloom and purity and +freshness. The youth of Nature is contagious, like the gladness of a +happy child. I doubt if any man can be called "old" so long as he is an +early riser and an early walker. And oh, youth!--take my word of it-- +youth in dressing-gown and slippers, dawdling over breakfast at noon, is +a very decrepit, ghastly image of that youth which sees the sun blush +over the mountains, and the dews sparkle upon blossoming hedgerows. + +Passing by my father's study, I was surprised to see the windows +unclosed; surprised more, on looking in, to see him bending over his +books,--for I had never before known him study till after the morning +meal. Students are not usually early risers, for students, alas! +whatever their age, are rarely young. Yes, the Great Book must be +getting on in serious earnest. It was no longer dalliance with +learning; this was work. + +I passed through the gates into the road. A few of the cottages were +giving signs of returning life, but it was not yet the hour for labor, +and no "Good morning, sir," greeted me on the road. Suddenly at a turn, +which an over-hanging beech-tree had before concealed, I came full upon +my Uncle Roland. + +"What! you, sir? So early? Hark, the clock is striking five!" + +"Not later! I have walked well for a lame man. It must be more than +four miles to--and back." + +"You have been to--? Not on business? No soul would be up." + +"Yes, at inns there is always some one up. Hostlers never sleep! I +have been to order my humble chaise and pair. I leave you today, +nephew." + +"Ah, uncle, we have offended you! It was my folly, that cursed print--" + +"Pooh!" said my uncle, quickly. "Offended me, boy? I defy you!" and he +pressed my hand roughly. + +"Yet this sudden determination! It was but yesterday, at the Roman +Camp, that you planned an excursion with my father, to C------ Castle." + +"Never depend upon a whimsical man. I must be in London tonight." + +"And return to-morrow?" + +"I know not when," said my uncle, gloomily; and he was silent for some +moments. At length, leaning less lightly on my arm, he continued: +"Young man, you have pleased me. I love that open, saucy brow of yours, +on which Nature has written 'Trust me.' I love those clear eyes, that +look one manfully in the face. I must know more of you--much of you. +You must come and see me some day or other in your ancestors' ruined +keep." + +"Come! that I will. And you shall show me the old tower--" + +"And the traces of the outworks!" cried my uncle, flourishing his stick. + +"And the pedigree--" + +"Ay, and your great-great-grandfather's armor, which he wore at Marston +Moor--" + +"Yes, and the brass plate in the church, uncle." + +"The deuce is in the boy! Come here, come here: I've three minds to +break your head, sir!" + +"It is a pity somebody had not broken the rascally printer's, before he +had the impudence to disgrace us by having a family, uncle." + +Captain Roland tried hard to frown, but he could not. "Pshaw!" said he, +stopping, and taking snuff. "The world of the dead is wide; why should +the ghosts jostle us?" + +"We can never escape the ghosts, uncle. They haunt us always. We +cannot think or act, but the soul of some man, who has lived before, +points the way. The dead never die, especially since--" + +"Since what, boy? You speak well." + +"Since our great ancestor introduced printing," said I, majestically. + +My uncle whistled "Malbrouk s'en va-t-en guerre." + +I had not the heart to plague him further. + +"Peace!" said I, creeping cautiously within the circle of the stick. + +"No! I forewarn you--" + +"Peace! and describe to me my little cousin, your pretty daughter,--for +pretty I am sure she is." + +"Peace," said my uncle, smiling. "But you must come and judge for +yourself." + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + +Uncle Roland was gone. Before he went, he was closeted for an hour with +my father, who then accompanied him to the gate; and we all crowded +round him as he stepped into his chaise. When the Captain was gone, I +tried to sound my father as to the cause of so sudden a departure. But +my father was impenetrable in all that related to his brother's secrets. +Whether or not the Captain had ever confided to him the cause of his +displeasure with his son,--a mystery which much haunted me,--my father +was mute on that score both to my mother and myself. For two or three +days, however, Mr. Caxton was evidently unsettled. He did not even take +to his Great Work, but walked much alone, or accompanied only by the +duck, and without even a book in his hand. But by degrees the scholarly +habits returned to him; my mother mended his pens, and the work went on. + +For my part, left much to myself, especially in the mornings, I began to +muse restlessly over the future. Ungrateful. that I was, the happiness +of home ceased to content me. I heard afar the roar of the great world, +and roved impatient by the shore. + +At length, one evening, my father, with some modest hums and ha's, and +an unaffected blush on his fair forehead, gratified a prayer frequently +urged on him, and read me some portions of the Great Work. I cannot +express the feelings this lecture created,--they were something akin to +awe. For the design of this book was so immense, and towards its +execution a learning so vast and various had administered, that it +seemed to me as if a spirit had opened to me a new world, which had +always been before my feet, but which my own human blindness had +hitherto concealed from me. The unspeakable patience with which all +these materials had been collected, year after year; the ease with which +now, by the calm power of genius, they seemed of themselves to fall into +harmony and system; the unconscious humility with which the scholar +exposed the stores of a laborious life,---all combined to rebuke my own +restlessness and ambition, while they filled me with a pride in my +father which saved my wounded egotism from a pang. Here, indeed, was +one of those books which embrace an existence; like the Dictionary of +Bayle, or the History of Gibbon, or the "Fasti Hellenici" of Clinton, it +was a book to which thousands of books had contributed, only to make the +originality of the single mind more bold and clear. Into the furnace +all vessels of gold, of all ages, had been cast; but from the mould came +the new coin, with its single stamp. And, happily, the subject of the +work did not forbid to the writer the indulgence of his naive, peculiar +irony of humor, so quiet, yet so profound. My father's book was the +"History of Human Error." It was, therefore, the moral history of +mankind, told with truth and earnestness, yet with an arch, unmalignant +smile. Sometimes, indeed, the smile drew tears. But in all true humor +lies its germ, pathos. Oh! by the goddess Moria, or Folly, but he was +at home in his theme. He viewed man first in the savage state, +preferring in this the positive accounts of voyagers and travellers to +the vague myths of antiquity and the dreams of speculators on our +pristine state. From Australia and Abyssinia he drew pictures of +mortality unadorned, as lively as if he had lived amongst Bushmen and +savages all his life. Then he crossed over the Atlantic, and brought +before you the American Indian, with his noble nature, struggling into +the dawn of civilization, when Friend Penn cheated him out of his +birthright, and the Anglo-Saxon drove him back into darkness. He showed +both analogy and contrast between this specimen of our kind and others +equally apart from the extremes of the savage state and the cultured,-- +the Arab in his tent, the Teuton in his forests, the Greenlander in his +boat, the Finn in his reindeer car. Up sprang the rude gods of the +North and the resuscitated Druidism, passing from its earliest +templeless belief into the later corruptions of crommell and idol. Up +sprang, by their side, the Saturn of the Phoenicians, the mystic Budh of +India, the elementary deities of the Pelasgian, the Naith and Serapis of +Egypt, the Ormuzd of Persia, the Bel of Babylon, the winged genii of the +graceful Etruria. How nature and life shaped the religion; how the +religion shaped the manners; how, and by what influences, some tribes +were formed for progress; how others were destined to remain stationary, +or be swallowed up in war and slavery by their brethren,--was told with +a precision clear and strong as the voice of Fate. Not only an +antiquarian and philologist, but an anatomist and philosopher, my father +brought to bear on all these grave points the various speculations +involved in the distinction of races. He showed how race in perfection +is produced, up to a certain point, by admixture; how all mixed races +have been the most intelligent; how, in proportion as local circumstance +and religious faith permitted the early fusion of different tribes, +races improved and quickened into the refinements of civilization. He +tracked the progress and dispersion of the Hellenes from their mythical +cradle in Thessaly, and showed how those who settled near the sea- +shores, and were compelled into commerce and intercourse with strangers, +gave to Greece her marvellous accomplishments in arts and letters,--the +flowers of the ancient world. How others, like the Spartans; dwelling +evermore in a camp, on guard against their neighbors, and rigidly +preserving their Dorian purity of extraction, contributed neither +artists, nor poets, nor philosophers to the golden treasure-house of +mind. He took the old race of the Celts, Cimry, or Cimmerians. He +compared the Celt who, as in Wales, the Scotch Highlands, in Bretagne, +and in uncomprehended Ireland, retains his old characteristics and +purity of breed, with the Celt whose blood, mixed by a thousand +channels, dictates from Paris the manners and revolutions of the world. +He compared the Norman, in his ancient Scandinavian home, with that +wonder of intelligence and chivalry into which he grew, fused +imperceptibly with the Frank, the Goth, and the Anglo-Saxon. He +compared the Saxon, stationary in the land of Horsa, with the colonist +and civilizes of the globe as he becomes when he knows not through what +channels--French, Flemish, Danish, Welsh, Scotch, and Irish--he draws +his sanguine blood. And out from all these speculations, to which I do +such hurried and scanty justice, he drew the blessed truth, that carries +hope to the land of the Caffre, the but of the Bushman,--that there is +nothing in the flattened skull and the ebon aspect that rejects God's +law, improvement; that by the same principle which raises the dog, the +lowest of the animals in its savage state, to the highest after man-- +viz., admixture of race--you can elevate into nations of majesty and +power the outcasts of humanity, now your compassion or your scorn. But +when my father got into the marrow of his theme; when, quitting these +preliminary discussions, he fell pounce amongst the would-be wisdom of +the wise; when he dealt with civilization itself, its schools, and +porticos, and academies; when he bared the absurdities couched beneath +the colleges of the Egyptians and the Symposia of the Greeks; when he +showed that, even in their own favorite pursuit of metaphysics, the +Greeks were children, and in their own more practical region of +politics, the Romans were visionaries and bunglers; when, following the +stream of error through the Middle Ages, he quoted the puerilities of +Agrippa, the crudities of Cardan, and passed, with his calin smile, into +the salons of the chattering wits of Paris in the eighteenth century,-- +oh! then his irony was that of Lucian, sweetened by the gentle spirit of +Erasmus. For not even here was my father's satire of the cheerless and +Mephistophelian school. From this record of error he drew forth the +granderas of truth. He showed how earnest men never think in vain, +though their thoughts may be errors. He proved how, in vast cycles, age +after age, the human mind marches on, like the ocean, receding here, but +there advancing; how from the speculations of the Greek sprang all true +philosophy; how from the institutions of the Roman rose all durable +systems of government; how from the robust follies of the North came the +glory of chivalry, and the modern delicacies of honor, and the sweet, +harmonizing influences of woman. He tracked the ancestry of our Sidneys +and Bayards from the Hengists, Genserics, and Attilas. Full of all +curious and quaint anecdote, of original illustration, of those niceties +of learning which spring from a taste cultivated to the last exquisite +polish, the book amused and allured and charmed; and erudition lost its +pedantry, now in the simplicity of Montaigne, now in the penetration of +La Bruyere. He lived in each time of which he wrote, and the time lived +again in him. Ah! what a writer of romances he would have been if--if +what? If he had had as sad an experience of men's passions as he had +the happy intuition into their humors. But he who would see the mirror +of the shore must look where it is cast on the river, not the ocean. +The narrow stream reflects the gnarled tree and the pausing herd and the +village spire and the romance of the landscape. But the sea reflects +only the vast outline of the headland and the lights of the eternal +heaven. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + +"It is Lombard Street to a China orange," quoth Uncle Jack. + +"Are the odds in favor of fame against failure so great? You do not +speak, I fear, from experience, brother Jack," answered my father, as he +stooped down to tickle the duck under the left ear. + +"But Jack Tibbets is not Augustine Caxton. Jack Tibbets is not a +scholar, a genius, a wond--" + +"Stop!" cried my father. + +"After all," said Mr. Squills, "though I am no flatterer, Mr. Tibbets is +not so far out. That part of your book which compares the crania or +skulls of the different races is superb. Lawrence or Dr. Prichard could +not have done the thing more neatly. Such a book must not be lost to +the world; and I agree with Mr. Tibbets that you should publish as soon +as possible." + +"It is one thing to write, and another to publish," said my father, +irresolutely. "When one considers all the great men who have published; +when one thinks one is going to intrude one's self audaciously into the +company of Aristotle and Bacon, of Locke, of Herder, of all the grave +philosophers who bend over Nature with brows weighty with thought,--one +may well pause and-" + +"Pooh!" interrupted Uncle Jack, "science is not a club, it is an ocean; +it is open to the cock-boat as the frigate. One man carries across it a +freightage of ingots, another may fish there for herrings. Who can +exhaust the sea, who say to Intellect, 'The deeps of philosophy are +preoccupied'?" + +"Admirable!" cried Squills. + +"So it is really your advice, my friends," said my father, who seemed +struck by Uncle Jack's eloquent illustrations, "that I should desert my +household gods, remove to London, since my own library ceases to supply +my wants, take lodgings near the British Museum, and finish off one +volume, at least, incontinently." + +"It is a duty you owe to your country," said Uncle Jack, solemnly. + +"And to yourself," urged Squills. "One must attend to the natural +evacuations of the brain. Ah! you may smile, sir, but I have observed +that if a man has much in his head, he must give it vent, or it +oppresses him; the whole system goes wrong. From being abstracted, he +grows stupefied. The weight of the pressure affects the nerves. I +would not even guarantee you from a stroke of paralysis." + +"Oh, Austin!" cried my mother tenderly, and throwing her arms round my +father's neck. + +"Come, sir, you are conquered," said I. + +"And what is to become of you, Sisty?" asked my father. "Do you go with +us, and unsettle your mind for the university?" + +"My uncle has invited me to his castle; and in the mean while I will +stay here, fag hard, and take care of the duck." + +"All alone?" said my mother. + +"No. All alone! Why, Uncle Jack will come here as often as ever, I +hope." + +Uncle Jack shook his head. + +"No, my boy, I must go to town with your father. You don't understand +these things. I shall see the booksellers for him. I know how these +gentlemen are to be dealt with. I shall prepare the literary circles +for the appearance of the book. In short, it is a sacrifice of +interest, I know; my Journal will suffer. But friendship and my +country's good before all things." + +"Dear Jack!" said my mother, affectionately. + +"I cannot suffer it," cried my father. "You are making a good income. +Yon are doing well where you are, and as to seeing the booksellers,-- +why, when the work is ready, you can come to town for a week, and settle +that affair." + +"Poor dear Austin," said Uncle Jack, with an air of superiority and +compassion. "A week! Sir, the advent of a book that is to succeed +requires the preparation of months. Pshaw! I am no genius, but I am a +practical man. I know what's what. Leave me alone." + +But my father continued obstinate, and Uncle Jack at last ceased to urge +the matter. The journey to fame and London was now settled, but my +father would not hear of my staying behind. + +No, Pisistratus must needs go also to town and see the world; the duck +would take care of itself. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + +We had taken the precaution to send, the day before, to secure our due +complement of places--four in all, including one for Mrs. Primmins--in, +or upon, the fast family coach called the "Sun," which had lately been +set up for the special convenience of the neighborhood. + +This luminary, rising in a town about seven miles distant from us, +described at first a very erratic orbit amidst the contiguous villages +before it finally struck into the high-road of enlightenment, and thence +performed its journey, in the full eyes of man, at the majestic pace of +six miles and a half an hour. My father with his pockets full of books, +and a quarto of "Gebelin on the Primitive World," for light reading, +under his arm; my mother with a little basket containing sandwiches, and +biscuits of her own baking; Mrs. Primmins, with a new umbrella purchased +for the occasion, and a bird-cage containing a canary endeared to her +not more by song than age and a severe pip through which she had +successfully nursed it; and I myself,--waited at the gates to welcome +the celestial visitor. The gardener, with a wheel-barrow full of boxes +and portmanteaus, stood a little in the van; and the footman, who was to +follow when lodgings had been found, had gone to a rising eminence to +watch the dawning of the expected "Sun," and apprise us of its approach +by the concerted signal of a handkerchief fixed to a stick. + +The quaint old house looked at us mournfully from all its deserted +windows. The litter before its threshold and in its open hall; wisps of +straw or hay that had been used for packing; baskets and boxes that had +been examined and rejected; others, corded and piled, reserved to follow +with the footman; and the two heated and hurried serving-women left +behind, standing halfway between house and garden-gate, whispering to +each other, and looking as if they had not slept for weeks,--gave to a +scene, usually so trim and orderly, an aspect of pathetic abandonment +and desolation. The Genius of the place seemed to reproach us. I felt +the omens were against us, and turned my earnest gaze from the haunts +behind with a sigh, as the coach now drew up with all its grandeur. An +important personage, who, despite the heat of the day, was enveloped in +a vast superfluity of belcher, in the midst of which galloped a gilt +fox, and who rejoiced in the name of "guard," descended to inform us +politely that only three places, two inside and one out, were at our +disposal, the rest having been pre-engaged a fortnight before our orders +were received. + +Now, as I knew that Mrs. Primmins was indispensable to the comforts of +my honored parents (the more so as she had once lived in London, and +knew all its ways), I suggested that she should take the outside seat, +and that I should perform the journey on foot,--a primitive mode of +transport which has its charms to a young man with stout limbs and gay +spirits. The guard's outstretched arm left my mother little time to +oppose this proposition, to which my father assented with a silent +squeeze of the hand. And having promised to join them at a family hotel +near the Strand, to which Mr. Squills had recommended them as peculiarly +genteel and quiet, and waved my last farewell to my poor mother, who +continued to stretch her meek face out of the window till the coach was +whirled off in a cloud like one of the Homeric heroes, I turned within, +to put up a few necessary articles in a small knapsack which I +remembered to have seen in the lumber-room, and which had appertained to +my maternal grandfather; and with that on my shoulder, and a strong +staff in my hand, I set off towards the great city at as brisk a pace as +if I were only bound to the next village. Accordingly, about noon I was +both tired and hungry; and seeing by the wayside one of those pretty +inns yet peculiar to England, but which, thanks to the railways, will +soon be amongst the things before the Flood, I sat down at a table under +some clipped limes, unbuckled my knapsack, and ordered my simple fare +with the dignity of one who, for the first time in his life, bespeaks +his own dinner and pays for it out of his own pocket. + +While engaged on a rasher of bacon and a tankard of what the landlord +called "No mistake," two pedestrians, passing the same road which I had +traversed, paused, cast a simultaneous look at my occupation, and +induced no doubt by its allurements, seated themselves under the same +lime-trees, though at the farther end of the table. I surveyed the new- +comers with the curiosity natural to my years. + +The elder of the two might have attained the age of thirty, though +sundry deep lines, and hues formerly florid and now faded, speaking of +fatigue, care, or dissipation, might have made him look somewhat older +than he was. There was nothing very prepossessing in his appearance. +He was dressed with a pretension ill suited to the costume appropriate +to a foot-traveller. His coat was pinched and padded; two enormous +pins, connected by a chain, decorated a very stiff stock of blue satin +dotted with yellow stars; his hands were cased in very dingy gloves +which had once been straw-colored, and the said hands played with a +whalebone cane surmounted by a formidable knob, which gave it the +appearance of a "life-pre server." As he took off a white napless hat, +which he wiped with great care and affection with the sleeve of his +right arm, a profusion of stiff curls instantly betrayed the art of man. +Like my landlord's ale, in that wig there was "no mistake;" it was +brought (after the fashion of the wigs we see in the popular effigies of +George IV. in his youth), low over his fore-head, and was raised at the +top. The wig had been oiled, and the oil had imbibed no small quantity +of dust; oil and dust had alike left their impression on the forehead +and cheeks of the wig's proprietor. For the rest, the expression of his +face was somewhat impudent and reckless, but not without a certain +drollery in the corners of his eyes. + +The younger man was apparently about my own age,--a year or two older, +perhaps, judging rather from his set and sinewy frame than his boyish +countenance. And this last, boyish as it was, could not fail to command +the attention even of the most careless observer. It had not only the +darkness, but the character of the gipsy face, with large, brilliant +eyes, raven hair, long and wavy, but not curling; the features were +aquiline, but delicate, and when he spoke he showed teeth dazzling as +pearls. It was impossible not to admire the singular beauty of the +countenance; and yet it had that expression, at once stealthy and +fierce, which war with society has stamped upon the lineaments of the +race of which it reminded me. But, withal, there was somewhat of the +air of a gentleman in this young wayfarer. His dress consisted of a +black velveteen shooting-jacket, or rather short frock, with a broad +leathern strap at the waist, loose white trousers, and a foraging cap, +which he threw carelessly on the table as he wiped his brow. Turning +round impatiently, and with some haughtiness, from his companion, he +surveyed me with a quick, observant flash of his piercing eyes, and then +stretched himself at length on the bench, and appeared either to dose or +muse, till, in obedience to his companion's orders, the board was spread +with all the cold meats the larder could supply. + +"Beef!" said his companion, screwing a pinchbeck glass into his right +eye. "Beef,--mottled, covey; humph! Lamb,--oldish, ravish, muttony; +humph! Pie,--stalish. Veal?--no, pork. Ah! what will you have?" + +"Help yourself," replied the young man peevishly, as he sat up, looked +disdainfully at the viands, and, after a long pause, tasted first one, +then the other, with many shrugs of the shoulders and muttered +exclamations of discontent. Suddenly he looked up, and called for +brandy; and to my surprise, and I fear admiration, he drank nearly half +a tumblerful of that poison undiluted, with a composure that spoke of +habitual use. + +"Wrong!" said his companion, drawing the bottle to himself, and mixing +the alcohol in careful proportions with water. "Wrong! coats of +stomach soon wear out with that kind of clothes-brush. Better stick to +the 'yeasty foam,' as sweet Will says. That young gentleman sets you a +good example," and therewith the speaker nodded at me familiarly. +Inexperienced as I was, I surmised at once that it was his intention to +make acquaintance with the neighbor thus saluted. I was not deceived. +"Anything to tempt you, sir?" asked this social personage after a short +pause, and describing a semicircle with the point of his knife. + +"I thank you, sir, but I have dined." + +"What then? 'Break out into a second course of mischief,' as the Swan +recommends,--Swan of Avon, sir! No? 'Well, then, I charge you with +this cup of sack.' Are you going far, if I may take the liberty to +ask?" + +"To London." + +"Oh!" said the traveller, while his young companion lifted his eyes; and +I was again struck with their remarkable penetration and brilliancy. + +"London is the best place in the world for a lad of spirit. See life +there,--'glass of fashion and mould of form.' Fond of the play, sir?" + +"I never saw one." + +"Possible!" cried the gentleman, dropping the handle of his knife, and +bringing up the point horizontally; "then, young man," he added +solemnly, "you have,--but I won't say what you have to see. I won't +say,--no, not if you could cover this table with golden guineas, and +exclaim, with the generous ardor so engaging in youth, 'Mr. Peacock, +these are yours if you will only say what I have to see!'" + +I laughed outright. May I be forgiven for the boast, but I had the +reputation at school of a pleasant laugh. The young man's face grew +dark at the sound; he pushed back his plate and sighed. + +"Why," continued his friend, "my companion here, who, I suppose, is +about your own age, he could tell you what a play is,--he could tell you +what life is. He has viewed the mantiers of the town; 'perused the +traders,' as the Swan poetically remarks. Have you not, my lad, eh?" + +Thus directly appealed to, the boy looked up with a smile of scorn on +his lips,-- + +"Yes, I know what life is, and I say that life, like poverty, has +strange bed-fellows. Ask me what life is now, and I say a melodrama; +ask me what it is twenty years hence, and I shall say--" + +"A farce?" put in his comrade. + +"No, a tragedy,--or comedy as Moliere wrote it." + +"And how is that?" I asked, interested and somewhat surprised at the +tone of my contemporary. + +"Where the play ends in the triumph of the wittiest rogue. My friend +here has no chance!" + +"'Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley,' hem--yes, Hal Peacock may be witty, +but he is no rogue." + +"This was not exactly my meaning," said the boy, dryly. + +"'A fico for your meaning,' as the Swan says.--Hallo, you sir! Bully +Host, clear the table--fresh tumblers--hot water--sugar--lemon--and--The +bottle's out! Smoke, sir?" and Mr. Peacock offered me a cigar. + +Upon my refusal, he carefully twirled round a very uninviting specimen +of some fabulous havanna, moistened it all over, as a boa-constrictor +may do the ox he prepares for deglutition, bit off one end, and lighting +the other from a little machine for that purpose which he drew from his +pocket, he was soon absorbed in a vigorous effort (which the damp +inherent in the weed long resisted) to poison the surrounding +atmosphere. Therewith the young gentleman, either from emulation or in +self-defence, extracted from his own pouch a cigar-case of notable +elegance,--being of velvet, embroidered apparently by some fair hand, +for "From Juliet" was very legibly worked thereon,--selected a cigar of +better appearance than that in favor with his comrade, and seemed quite +as familiar with the tobacco as he had been with the brandy. + +"Fast, sir, fast lad that," quoth Mr. Peacock, in the short gasps which +his resolute struggle with his uninviting victim alone permitted; +"nothing but [puff, puff] your true [suck, suck] syl--syl--sylva--does +for him. Out, by the Lord! the jaws of darkness have devoured it up;'" +and again Mr. Peacock applied to his phosphoric machine. This time +patience and perseverance succeeded, and the heart of the cigar +responded by a dull red spark (leaving the sides wholly untouched) to +the indefatigable ardor of its wooer. + +This feat accomplished, Mr. Peacock exclaimed triumphantly: "And now, +what say you, my lads, to a game at cards? Three of us,--whist and a +dummy; nothing better, eh?" As he spoke, he produced from his coat- +pocket a red silk handkerchief, a bunch of keys, a nightcap, a tooth- +brush, a piece of shaving-soap, four lumps of sugar, the remains of a +bun, a razor, and a pack of cards. Selecting the last, and returning +its motley accompaniments to the abyss whence they had emerged, he +turned up, with a jerk of his thumb and finger, the knave of clubs, and +placing it on the top of the rest, slapped the cards emphatically on the +table. + +"You are very good, but I don't know whist," said I. + +"Not know whist--not been to a play--not smoke! Then pray tell me, +young man," said he majestically, and with a frown, "what on earth you +do know." + +Much consternated by this direct appeal, and greatly ashamed of my +ignorance of the cardinal points of erudition in Mr. Peacock's +estimation, I hung my head and looked down. + +"That is right," renewed Mr. Peacock, more benignly; "you have the +ingenuous shame of youth. It is promising, sir; 'lowliness is young +ambition's ladder,' as the Swan says. Mount the first step, and learn +whist,--sixpenny points to begin with." + +Notwithstanding any newness in actual life, I had had the good fortune +to learn a little of the way before me, by those much-slandered guides +called novels,--works which are often to the inner world what maps are +to the outer; and sundry recollections of "Gil Blas" and the "Vicar of +Wakefield" came athwart me. I had no wish to emulate the worthy Moses, +and felt that I might not have even the shagreen spectacles to boast of +in my negotiations with this new Mr. Jenkinson. Accordingly, shaking my +head, I called for my bill. As I took out my purse,--knit by my +mother,--with one gold piece in one corner, and sundry silver ones in +the other, I saw that the eyes of Mr. Peacock twinkled. + +"Poor spirit, sir! poor spirit, young man! 'This avarice sticks deep,' +as the Swan beautifully observes. 'Nothing venture, nothing have.'" + +"Nothing have, nothing venture," I returned, plucking up spirit. + +"Nothing have! Young sir, do you doubt my solidity--my capital--my +'golden joys'?" + +"Sir, I spoke of myself. I am not rich enough to gamble." + +"Gamble!" exclaimed Mr. Peacock, in virtuous indignation--" gamble! +what do you mean, sir? You insult me!" and he rose threateningly, and +slapped his white hat on his wig. "Pshaw! let him alone, Hal," said +the boy, contemptuously. "Sir, if he is impertinent, thrash him." +(This was to me.) "Impertinent! thrash!" exclaimed Mr. Peacock, waxing +very red; but catching the sneer on his companion's lip, he sat down, +and subsided into sullen silence. + +Meanwhile I paid my bill. This duty--rarely a cheerful one--performed, +I looked round for my knapsack, and perceived that it was in the boy's +hands. He was very coolly reading the address, which, in case of +accidents, I prudently placed on it: "Pisistratus Caxton, Esq.,-- +Hotel,--Street, Strand." + +I took my knapsack from him, more surprised at such a breach of good +manners in a young gentleman who knew life so well, than I should have +been at a similar error on the part of Mr. Peacock. He made no apology, +but nodded farewell, and stretched himself at full length on the bench. +Mr. Peacock, now absorbed in a game of patience, vouchsafed no return to +my parting salutation, and in another moment I was alone on the high- +road. My thoughts turned long upon the young man I had left; mixed with +a sort of instinctive compassionate foreboding of an ill future for one +with such habits and in such companionship, I felt an involuntary +admiration, less even for his good looks than his ease, audacity, and +the careless superiority he assumed over a comrade so much older than +himself. + +The day twas far gone when I saw the spires of a town at which I +intended to rest for the night. The horn of a coach behind made me turn +my head, and as the vehicle passed me, I saw on the outside Mr. Peacock, +still struggling with a cigar,--it could scarcely be the same,--and his +young friend stretched on the roof amongst the luggage, leaning his +handsome head on his hand, and apparently unobservant both of me and +every one else. + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + +I am apt--judging egotistically, perhaps, from my own experience-to +measure a young man's chance of what is termed practical success in life +by what may seem at first two very vulgar qualities; viz., his +inquisitiveness and his animal vivacity. A curiosity which springs +forward to examine everything new to his information; a nervous +activity, approaching to restlessness, which rarely allows bodily +fatigue to interfere with some object in view,--constitute, in my mind, +very profitable stock-in-hand to begin the world with. + +Tired as I was, after I had performed my ablutions and refreshed myself +in the little coffee-room of the inn at which I put up, with the +pedestrian's best beverage, familiar and oft calumniated tea, I could +not resist the temptation of the broad, bustling street, which, lighted +with gas, shone on me through the dim windows of the coffee-room. I had +never before seen a large town, and the contrast of lamp-lit, busy night +in the streets, with sober, deserted night in the lanes and fields, +struck me forcibly. + +I sauntered out, therefore, jostling and jostled, now gazing at the +windows, now hurried along the tide of life, till I found myself before +a cookshop, round which clustered a small knot of housewives, citizens, +and hungry-looking children. While contemplating this group, and +marvelling how it comes to pass that the staple business of earth's +majority is how, when, and where to eat, my ear was struck with "'In +Troy there lies the scene,' as the illustrious Will remarks." + +Looking round, I perceived Mr. Peacock pointing his stick towards an +open doorway next to the cookshop, the hall beyond which was lighted +with gas, while painted in black letters on a pane of glass over the +door was the word "Billiards." + +Suiting the action to the word, the speaker plunged at once into the +aperture, and vanished. The boy-companion was following more slowly, +when his eye caught mine. A slight blush came over his dark cheek; he +stopped, and leaning against the door-jambs, gazed on me hard and long +before he said: "Well met again, sir! You find it hard to amuse +yourself in this dull place; the nights are long out of London." + +"Oh!" said I, ingenuously, "everything here amuses me,--the lights, the +shops, the crowd; but, then, to me everything is new." + +The youth came from his lounging-place and moved on, as if inviting me +to walk; while he answered, rather with bitter sullenness than the +melancholy his words expressed,-- + +"One thing, at least, cannot be new to you,--it is an old truth with us +before we leave the nursery: 'Whatever is worth having must be bought;' +ergo, he who cannot buy, has nothing worth having." + +"I don't think," said I, wisely, "that the things best worth having can +be bought at all. You see that poor dropsical jeweller standing before +his shop-door: his shop is the finest in the street, and I dare say he +would be very glad to give it to you or me in return for our good health +and strong legs. Oh, no! I think with my father: 'All that are worth +having are given to all,'--that is, Nature and labor." + +"Your father says that; and you go by what your father says? Of course, +all fathers have preached that, and many other good doctrines, since +Adam preached to Cain; but I don't see that the fathers have found their +sons very credulous listeners." + +"So much the worse for the sons," said I, bluntly. "Nature," continued +my new acquaintance, without attending to my ejaculation,--"Nature +indeed does give us much, and Nature also orders each of us how to use +her gifts. If Nature give you the propensity to drudge, you will +drudge; if she give me the ambition to rise, and the contempt for work, +I may rise,--but I certainly shall not work." + +"Oh," said I, "you agree with Squills, I suppose, and fancy we are all +guided by the bumps on our foreheads?" + +"And the blood in our veins, and our mothers' milk. We inherit other +things besides gout and consumption. So you always do as your father +tells you! Good boy!" + +I was piqued. Why we should be ashamed of being taunted for goodness, I +never could understand; but certainly I felt humbled. However, I +answered sturdily: "If you had as good a father as I have, you would not +think it so very extraordinary to do as he tells you." + +"Ah! so he is a very good father, is he? He must have a great trust in +your sobriety and steadiness to let you wander about the world as he +does." + +"I am going to join him in London." + +"In London! Oh, does he live there?" + +"He is going to live there for some time." + +"Then perhaps we may meet. I too am going to town." + +"Oh, we shall be sure to meet there!" said I, with frank gladness; for +my interest in the young man was not diminished by his conversation, +however much I disliked the sentiments it expressed. + +The lad laughed, and his laugh was peculiar,--it was low, musical, but +hollow and artificial. + +"Sure to meet! London is a large place: where shall you be found?" + +I gave him, without scruple, the address of the hotel at which I +expected to find my father, although his deliberate inspection of my +knapsack must already have apprised him of that address. He listened +attentively, and repeated it twice over, as if to impress it on his +memory; and we both walked on in silence, till, turning up a small +passage, we suddenly found ourselves in a large churchyard,--a flagged +path stretched diagonally across it towards the market-place, on which +it bordered. In this churchyard, upon a gravestone, sat a young +Savoyard; his hurdy-gurdy, or whatever else his instrument might be +called, was on his lap; and he was gnawing his crust and feeding some +poor little white mice (standing on their hind legs on the hurdy-gurdy) +as merrily as if he had chosen the gayest resting-place in the world. + +We both stopped. The Savoyard, seeing us, put his arch head on one +side, showed all his white teeth in that happy smile so peculiar to his +race, and in which poverty seems to beg so blithely, and gave the handle +of his instrument a turn. "Poor child!" said I. + +"Aha, you pity him! but why? According to your rule, Mr. Caxton, he is +not so much to be pitied; the dropsical jeweller would give him as much +for his limbs and health as for ours! How is it--answer me, son of so +wise a father--that no one pities the dropsical jeweller, and all pity +the healthy Savoyard? It is, sir, because there is a stern truth which +is stronger than all Spartan lessons,--Poverty is the master-ill of the +world. Look round. Does poverty leave its signs over the graves? Look +at that large tomb fenced round; read that long inscription: 'Virtue'-- +'best of husbands'--'affectionate father'--'inconsolable grief'-'sleeps +in the joyful hope,' etc. Do you suppose these stoneless mounds hide no +dust of what were men just as good? But no epitaph tells their virtues, +bespeaks their wifes' grief, or promises joyful hope to them!" + +"Does it matter? Does God care for the epitaph and tombstone?" + +"Datemi qualche cosa!" said the Savoyard, in his touching patois, still +smiling, and holding out his little hand; therein I dropped a small +coin. The boy evinced his gratitude by a new turn of the hurdy-gurdy. + +"That is not labor," said my companion; "and had you found him at work, +you had given him nothing. I, too, have my instrument to play upon, and +my mice to see after. Adieu!" + +He waved his hand, and strode irreverently over the graves back in the +direction we had come. + +I stood before the fine tomb with its fine epitaph: the Savoyard looked +at me wistfully. + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + +The Savoyard looked at me wistfully. I wished to enter into +conversation with him. That was not easy. However, I began. + +Pisistratus.--"You must be often hungry enough, my poor boy. Do the +mice feed you?" + +Savoyard puts his head on one side, shakes it, and strokes his mice. + +Pisistratus.-"You are very fond of the mice; they are your only friends, +I fear." + +Savoyard evidently understanding Pisistratus, rubs his face gently +against the mice, then puts them softly down on a grave, and gives a +turn to the hurdy-gurdy. The mice play unconcernedly over the grave. + +Pisistratus, pointing first to the beasts, then to the instrument.-- +"Which do you like best, the mice or the hurdygurdy?" + +Savoyard shows his teeth--considers--stretches himself on the grass- +plays with the mice--and answers volubly. Pisistratus, by the help of +Latin comprehending that the Savoyard says that the mice are alive, and +the hurdy-gurdy is not.--"Yes, a live friend is better than a dead one. +Mortua est hurdy-gurda!" + +Savoyard shakes his head vehemently.--"No--no, Eccellenza, non e morta!" +and strikes up a lively air on the slandered instrument. The Savoyard's +face brightens-he looks happy; the mice run from the grave into his +bosom. Pisistratus, affected, and putting the question in Latin.--"Have +you a father?" + +Savoyard with his face overcast.--"No, Eccellenza!" then pausing a +little, he says briskly, "Si, si!" and plays a solemn air on the hurdy- +gurdy--stops--rests one hand on the instrument, and raises the other to +heaven. + +Pisistratus understands: the father is like the hurdygurdy, at once dead +and living. The mere form is a dead thing, but the music lives. +Pisistratus drops another small piece of silver on the ground, and turns +away. + +God help and God bless thee, Savoyard! Thou hast done Pisistratus all +the good in the world. Thou hast corrected the hard wisdom of the young +gentleman in the velveteen jacket; Pisistratus is a better lad for +having stopped to listen to thee. + +I regained the entrance to the churchyard, I looked back; there sat the +Savoyard still amidst men's graves, but under God's sky. He was still +looking at me wistfully; and when he caught my eye, he pressed his hand +to his heart and smiled. God help and God bless thee, young Savoyard! + + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CAXTONS, BY LYTTON, PART 4 *** + +********* This file should be named 7589.txt or 7589.zip ********** + +This eBook was produced by Pat Castevens +and David Widger + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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