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+The Project Gutenberg EBook The Caxtons, by Bulwer-Lytton, Part 9
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+Title: The Caxtons, Part 9
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CAXTONS, BY LYTTON, PART 9 ***
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+PART IX.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+
+And my father pushed aside his books.
+
+O young reader, whoever thou art,--or reader at least who hast been
+young,--canst thou not remember some time when, with thy wild troubles
+and sorrows as yet borne in secret, thou hast come back from that hard,
+stern world which opens on thee when thou puttest thy foot out of the
+threshold of home,--come back to the four quiet walls wherein thine
+elders sit in peace,--and seen, with a sort of sad amaze, how calm and
+undisturbed all is there?  That generation which has gone before thee in
+the path of the passions,--the generation of thy parents (not so many
+years, perchance, remote from thine own),--how immovably far off, in its
+still repose, it seems from thy turbulent youth!  It has in it a
+stillness as of a classic age, antique as the statues of the Greeks.
+That tranquil monotony of routine into which those lives that preceded
+thee have merged; the occupations that they have found sufficing for
+their happiness, by the fireside, in the arm-chair and corner
+appropriated to each,--how strangely they contrast thine own feverish
+excitement!  And they make room for thee, and bid thee welcome, and then
+resettle to their hushed pursuits as if nothing had happened!  Nothing
+had happened!  while in thy heart, perhaps, the whole world seems to
+have shot from its axis, all the elements to be at war!  And you sit
+down, crushed by that quiet happiness which you can share no more, and
+smile mechanically, and look into the fire; and, ten to one, you say
+nothing till the time comes for bed, and you take up your candle and
+creep miserably to your lonely room.
+
+Now, it in a stage-coach in the depth of winter, when three passengers
+are warm and snug, a fourth, all besnowed and frozen, descends from the
+outside and takes place amongst them, straightway all the three
+passengers shift their places, uneasily pull up their cloak collars, re-
+arrange their "comforters," feel indignantly a sensible loss of caloric:
+the intruder has at least made a sensation.  But if you had all the
+snows of the Grampians in your heart, you might enter unnoticed; take
+care not to tread on the toes of your opposite neighbor, and not a soul
+is disturbed, not a "comforter" stirs an inch.  I had not slept a wink,
+I had not even lain down all that night,--the night in which I had said
+farewell to Fanny Trevanion; and the next morning, when the sun rose, I
+wandered out,--where I know not: I have a dim recollection of long,
+gray, solitary streets; of the river, that seemed flowing in dull,
+sullen silence, away, far away, into some invisible eternity; trees and
+turf, and the gay voices of children.  I must have gone from one end of
+the great Babel to the other; for my memory only became clear and
+distinct when I knocked, somewhere before noon, at the door of my
+father's house, and, passing heavily up the stairs, came into the
+drawing-room, which was the rendezvous of the little family; for since
+we had been in London, my father had ceased to have his study apart, and
+contented himself with what he called "a corner,"--a corner wide enough
+to contain two tables and a dumb-waiter, with chairs a discretion all
+littered with books.  On the opposite side of this capacious corner sat
+my uncle, now nearly convalescent, and he was jotting down, in his
+stiff, military hand, certain figures in a little red account-book; for
+you know already that my Uncle Roland was, in his expenses, the most
+methodical of men.
+
+My father's face was more benign than usual, for before him lay a
+proof,--the first proof of his first work--his one work--the Great Book!
+Yes! it had positively found a press.  And the first proof of your first
+work--ask any author what that is!  My mother was out, with the faithful
+Mrs. Primmins, shopping or marketing, no doubt; so, while the brothers
+were thus engaged, it was natural that my entrance should not make as
+much noise as if it had been a bomb, or a singer, or a clap of thunder,
+or the last "great novel of the season," or anything else that made a
+noise in those days.  For what makes a noise now,--now, when the most
+astonishing thing of all is our easy familiarity with things astounding;
+when we say, listlessly, "Another revolution at Paris," or, "By the by,
+there is the deuce to do at Vienna!" when De Joinville is catching fish
+in the ponds at Claremont, and you hardly turn back to look at
+Metternich on the pier at Brighton!
+
+My uncle nodded and growled indistinctly; my father put aside his
+books,--"you have told us that already."
+
+Sir, you are very much mistaken; it was not then that he put aside his
+books, for he was not then engaged in them,--he was reading his proof.
+And he smiled, and pointed to it (the proof I mean) pathetically, and
+with a kind of humor, as much as to say: "What can you expect,
+Pisistratus?  My new baby in short clothes--or long primer, which is all
+the same thing!"
+
+I took a chair between the two, and looked first at one, then at the
+other.  Heaven forgive me!--I felt a rebellious, ungrateful spite
+against both.  The bitterness of my soul must have been deep indeed to
+have overflowed in that direction, but it did.  The grief of youth is an
+abominable egotist, and that is the truth.  I got up from my chair and
+walked towards the window; it was open, and outside the window was Mrs.
+Primmins's canary, in its cage.  London air had agreed with it, and it
+was singing lustily.  Now, when the canary saw me standing opposite to
+its cage, and regarding it seriously, and, I have no doubt, with a very
+sombre aspect, the creature stopped short, and hung its head on one
+side, looking at me obliquely and suspiciously.  Finding that I did it
+no harm, it began to hazard a few broken notes, timidly and
+interrogatively, as it were, pausing between each; and at length, as I
+made no reply, it evidently thought it had solved the doubt, and
+ascertained that I was more to be pitied than feared,--for it stole
+gradually into so soft and silvery a strain that, I verily believe, it
+did it on purpose to comfort me!--me, its old friend, whom it had
+unjustly suspected.  Never did any music touch me so home as did that
+long, plaintive cadence.  And when the bird ceased, it perched itself
+close to the bars of the cage, and looked at me steadily with its
+bright, intelligent eyes.  I felt mine water, and I turned back and
+stood in the centre of the room, irresolute what to do, where to go.  My
+father had done with the proof, and was deep in his folios.  Roland had
+clasped his red account-book, restored it to his pocket, wiped his pen
+carefully, and now watched me from under his great beetle-brows.
+Suddenly he rose, and stamping on the hearth with his cork leg,
+exclaimed, "Look up from those cursed books, brother Austin!  What is
+there in your son's face?  Construe that, if you can!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+
+And my father pushed aside his books and rose hastily.  He took off his
+spectacles and rubbed them mechanically, but he said nothing, and my
+uncle, staring at him for a moment, in surprise at his silence, burst
+out,--
+
+"Oh! I see; he has been getting into some scrape, and you are angry.
+Fie! young blood will have its way, Austin, it will.  I don't blame
+that; it is only when--Come here, Sisty.  Zounds! man, come here."
+
+My father gently brushed off the Captain's hand, and advancing towards
+me, opened his arms.  The next moment I was sobbing on his breast.
+
+"But what is the matter?" cried Captain Roland.  "Will nobody say what
+is the matter?  Money, I suppose, money, you confounded extravagant
+young dog.  Luckily you have got an uncle who has more than he knows
+what to do with.  How much?  Fifty?--a hundred?--two hundred?  How can I
+write the check if you'll not speak?"
+
+"Hush, brother! it is no money you can give that will set this right.
+My poor boy!  Have I guessed truly?  Did I guess truly the other evening
+when--"
+
+"Yes, sir, yes!  I have been so wretched.  But I am better now,--I can
+tell you all."
+
+My uncle moved slowly towards the door; his fine sense of delicacy made
+him think that even he was out of place in the confidence between son
+and father.
+
+"No, uncle," I said, holding out my hand to him, "stay.  You too can
+advise me,--strengthen me.  I have kept my honor yet; help me to keep it
+still."
+
+At the sound of the word "honor," Captain Roland stood mute, and raised
+his head quickly.
+
+So I told all,--incoherently enough at first, but clearly and manfully
+as I went on.  Now I know that it is not the custom of lovers to confide
+in fathers and uncles.  Judging by those mirrors of life, plays and
+novels, they choose better,--valets and chambermaids, and friends whom
+they have picked up in the street, as I had picked up poor Francis
+Vivian: to these they make clean breasts of their troubles.  But fathers
+and uncles,--to them they are close, impregnable, "buttoned to the
+chin."  The Caxtons were an eccentric family, and never did anything
+like other people.  When I had ended, I lifted up my eyes and said
+pleadingly, "Now tell me, is there no hope--none?"
+
+"Why should there be none?" cried Captain Roland, hastily--"the De
+Caxtons are as good a family as the Trevanions; and as for yourself, all
+I will say is, that the young lady might choose worse for her own
+happiness."
+
+I wrung my uncle's hand, and turned to my father in anxious fear, for I
+knew that, in spite of his secluded habits, few men ever formed a
+sounder judgment on worldly matters, when he was fairly drawn to look at
+them.  A thing wonderful is that plain wisdom which scholars and poets
+often have for others, though they rarely deign to use it for
+themselves.  And how on earth do they get at it?  I looked at my father,
+and the vague hope Roland had excited fell as I looked.
+
+"Brother," said he, slowly, and shaking his head, "the world, which
+gives codes and laws to those who live in it, does not care much for a
+pedigree, unless it goes with a title-deed to estates."
+
+"Trevanion was not richer than Pisistratus when he married Lady
+Ellinor," said my uncle.
+
+"True, but Lady Ellinor was not then an heiress; and her father viewed
+these matters as no other peer in England perhaps would.  As for
+Trevanion himself, I dare say he has no prejudices about station, but he
+is strong in common-sense.  He values himself on being a practical man.
+It would be folly to talk to him of love, and the affections of youth.
+He would see in the son of Austin Caxton, living on the interest of some
+fifteen or sixteen thousand pounds, such a match for his daughter as no
+prudent man in his position could approve.  And as for Lady Ellinor--"
+
+"She owes us much, Austin!" exclaimed Roland, his face darkening.
+
+"Lady Ellinor is now what, if we had known her better, she promised
+always to be,--the ambitious, brilliant, scheming woman of the world.
+Is it not so, Pisistratus?"
+
+I said nothing,--I felt too much.
+
+"And does the girl like you?  But I think it is clear she does!"
+exclaimed Roland.  "Fate, fate; it has been a fatal family to us!
+Zounds!  Austin, it was your fault.  Why did you let him go there?"
+
+"My son is now a man,--at least in heart, if not in years can man be
+shut from danger and trial?  They found me in the old parsonage,
+brother!" said my father, mildly.
+
+My uncle walked, or rather stumped, three times up and down the room;
+and he then stopped short, folded his arms, and came to a decision,--
+
+"If the girl likes you, your duty is doubly clear: you can't take
+advantage of it.  You have done right to leave the house, for the
+temptation might be too strong."
+
+"But what excuse shall I make to Mr. Trevanion?" said I, feebly; "what
+story can I invent?  So careless as he is while he trusts, so
+penetrating if he once suspects, he will see through all my subterfuges,
+and--and--"
+
+"It is as plain as a pikestaff," said my uncle, abruptly, "and there
+need be no subterfuge in the matter.  'I must leave you,
+Mr. Trevanion.'  'Why?' says he.  'Don't ask me.'  He insists.  'Well
+then, sir, if you must know, I love your daughter.  I have nothing, she
+is a great heiress.  You will not approve of that love, and therefore I
+leave you!'  That is the course that becomes an English gentleman.  Eh,
+Austin?"
+
+"You are never wrong when your instincts speak, Roland," said my father.
+"Can you say this, Pisistratus, or shall I say it for you?"
+
+"Let him say it himself," said Roland, "and let him judge himself of the
+answer.  He is young, he is clever, he may make a figure in the world.
+Trevanion may answer, 'Win the lady after you have won the laurel, like
+the knights of old.'  At all events you will hear the worst."
+
+"I will go," said I, firmly; and I took my hat and left the room.  As I
+was passing the landing-place, a light step stole down the upper flight
+of stairs, and a little hand seized my own.  I turned quickly, and met
+the full, dark, seriously sweet eyes of my cousin Blanche.
+
+"Don't go away yet, Sisty," said she, coaxingly.  "I have been waiting
+for you, for I heard your voice, and did not like to come in and disturb
+you."
+
+"And why did you wait for me, my little Blanche?"
+
+"Why! only to see you.  But your eyes are red.  Oh, cousin!"  and before
+I was aware of her childish impulse, she had sprung to my neck and
+kissed me.  Now Blanche was not like most children, and was very sparing
+of her caresses.  So it was out of the deeps of a kind heart that that
+kiss came.  I returned it without a word; and putting her down gently,
+descended the stairs, and was in the streets.  But I had not got far
+before I heard my father's voice; and he came up, and hooking his arm
+into mine, said, "Are there not two of us that suffer?  Let us be
+together!"  I pressed his arm, and we walked on in silence.  But when we
+were near Trevanion's house, I said hesitatingly, "Would it not be
+better, sir, that I went in alone?  If there is to be an explanation
+between Mr. Trevanion and myself, would it not seem as if your presence
+implied either a request to him that would lower us both, or a doubt of
+me that--"
+
+"You will go in alone, of course; I will wait for you--"
+
+"Not in the streets--oh, no! father," cried I, touched inexpressibly.
+For all this was so unlike my father's habits that I felt remorse to
+have so communicated my young griefs to the calm dignity of his serene
+life.
+
+"My son, you do not know how I love you; I have only known it myself
+lately.  Look you, I am living in you now, my first-born; not in my
+other son,--the Great Book: I must have my way.  Go in; that is the
+door, is it riot?"
+
+I pressed my father's hand, and I felt then, that while that hand could
+reply to mine, even the loss of Fanny Trevanion could not leave the
+world a blank.  How much we have before us in life, while we retain our
+parents!  How much to strive and to hope for!  what a motive in the
+conquest of our sorrow, that they may not sorrow with us!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+
+I entered Trevanion's study.  It was an hour in which he was rarely at
+home, but I had not thought of that; and I saw without surprise that,
+contrary to his custom, he was in his arm-chair, reading one of his
+favorite classic authors, instead of being in some committee-room of the
+House of Commons.
+
+"A pretty fellow you are," said he, looking up, "to leave me all the
+morning, without rhyme or reason!  And my committee is postponed,--
+chairman ill.  People who get ill should not go into the House of
+Commons.  So here I am looking into Propertius: Parr is right; not so
+elegant a writer as Tibullus.  But what the deuce are you about?--why
+don't you sit down?  Humph! you look grave; you have something to say,--
+say it!"
+
+And, putting down Propertius, the acute, sharp face of Trevanion
+instantly became earnest and attentive.
+
+"My dear Mr. Trevanion," said I, with as much steadiness as I could
+assume, "you have been most kind to me; and out of my own family there
+is no man I love and respect more."
+
+Trevanion.--"Humph!  What's all this?  [In an undertone]--Am I going to
+be taken in?"
+
+Pisistratus.--"Do not think me ungrateful, then, when I say I come to
+resign my office,--to leave the house where I have been so happy"
+
+Trevanion.--"Leave the house!  Pooh!  I have over-tasked you.  I will be
+more merciful in future.  You must forgive a political economist; it is
+the fault of my sect to look upon men as machines."
+
+Pisistratus (smiling faintly).--"No, indeed; that is not it!  I have
+nothing to complain of, nothing I could wish altered; could I stay."
+
+Trevanion (examining me thoughtfully).--"And does your father approve of
+your leaving me thus?"
+
+Pisistratus.--"Yes, fully."
+
+Trevanion (musing a moment).--"I see, he would send you to the
+University, make you a book-worm like himself.  Pooh! that will not do;
+you will never become wholly a man of books,--it is not in you.  Young
+man, though I may seem careless, I read characters, when I please it,
+pretty quickly.  You do wrong to leave me; you are made for the great
+world,--I can open to you a high career.  I wish to do so!  Lady Ellinor
+wishes it,--nay, insists on it,--for your father's sake as well as
+yours.  I never ask a favor from ministers, and I never will.  But"
+(here Trevanion rose suddenly, and with an erect mien and a quick
+gesture of his arm he added)--"but a minister can dispose as he pleases
+of his patronage.  Look you, it is a secret yet, and I trust to your
+honor.  But before the year is out, I must be in the Cabinet.  Stay with
+me; I guarantee your fortunes,--three months ago I would not have said
+that.  By and by I will open Parliament for you,--you are not of age
+yet; work till then.  And now sit down and write my letters,--a sad
+arrear!"
+
+"My dear, dear Mr. Trevanion!" said I, so affected that I could scarcely
+speak, and seizing his hand, which I pressed between both mine, "I dare
+not thank you,--I cannot!  But you don't know my heart: it is not
+ambition.  No! if I could but stay here on the same terms forever--
+here," looking ruefully on that spot where Fanny had stood the night
+before.  "But it is impossible!  If you knew all, you would be the first
+to bid me go!"
+
+"You are in debt," said the man of the world, coldly.  "Bad, very bad--
+still--"
+
+"No, sir; no! worse."
+
+"Hardly possible to be worse, young man--hardly!  But, just as you--
+will; you leave me, and will not say why.  Goodby.  Why do you linger?
+Shake hands, and go!"
+
+"I cannot leave you thus; I--I--sir, the truth shall out.  I am rash and
+mad enough not to see Miss Trevanion without forgetting that I am poor,
+and--"
+
+"Ha!" interrupted Trevanion, softly, and growing pale, "this is a
+misfortune, indeed!  And I, who talked of reading characters!  Truly,
+truly, we would-be practical men are fools--fools!  And you have made
+love to my daughter!"
+
+"Sir?  Mr. Trevanion!--no--never, never so base!  In your house, trusted
+by you,--how could you think it?  I dared, it, may be, to love,--at all
+events, to feel that I could not be insensible to a temptation too
+strong for me.  But to say it to your heiress,--to ask love in return: I
+would as soon have broken open your desk!  Frankly I tell you my folly:
+it is a folly, not a disgrace."
+
+Trevanion came up to me abruptly as I leaned against the bookcase, and,
+grasping my hand with a cordial kindness, said, "Pardon me!  You have
+behaved as your father's son should I envy him such a son!  Now, listen
+to me: I cannot give you my daughter--"
+
+"Believe me, sir; I never--"
+
+"Tut, listen!  I cannot give you my daughter.  I say nothing of
+inequality,--all gentlemen are equal; and if not, any impertinent
+affectation of superiority, in such a case, would come ill from one who
+owes his own fortune to his wife!  But, as it is, I have a stake in the
+world, won not by fortune only, but the labor of a life, the suppression
+of half my nature,--the drudging, squaring, taming down all that made
+the glory and joy of my youth,--to be that hard, matter-of-fact thing
+which the English world expect in a statesman!  This station has
+gradually opened into its natural result,--power!  I tell you I shall
+soon have high office in the administration; I hope to render great
+services to England,--for we English politicians, whatever the mob and
+the Press say of us, are not selfish place-hunters.  I refused office,
+as high as I look for now, ten years ago.  We believe in our opinions,
+and we hail the power that may carry them into effect.  In this cabinet
+I shall have enemies.  Oh, don't think we leave jealousy behind us, at
+the doors of Downing Street!  I shall be one of a minority.  I know well
+what must happen: like all men in power, I must strengthen myself by
+other heads and hands than my own.  My daughter shall bring to me the
+alliance of that house in England which is most necessary to me.  My
+life falls to the ground, like a child's pyramid of cards, if I waste--I
+do not say on you, but on men of ten times your fortune (whatever that
+be)--the means of strength which are at my disposal in the hand of Fanny
+Trevanion.  To this end I have looked, but to this end her mother has
+schemed; for these household matters are within a man's hopes, but
+belong to a woman's policy.  So much for us.  But to you, my dear and
+frank and high-souled young friend; to you, if I were not Fanny's
+father, if I were your nearest relation, and Fanny could be had for the
+asking, with all her princely dower (for it is princely),--to you I
+should say, fly from a load upon the heart, on the genius, the energy,
+the pride, and the spirit, which not one man in ten thousand can bear;
+fly from the curse of owing everything to a wife!  It is a reversal of
+all natural position, it is a blow to all the manhood within us.  You
+know not what it is; I do!  My wife's fortune came not till after
+marriage,--so far, so well; it saved my reputation from the charge of
+fortune-hunting.  But, I tell you fairly, that if it had never come at
+all, I should be a prouder and a greater and a happier man than I have
+ever been, or ever can be, with all its advantages: it has been a
+millstone round my neck.  And yet Ellinor has never breathed a word that
+could wound my pride.  Would her daughter be as forbearing?  Much as I
+love Fanny, I doubt if she has the great heart of her mother.  You look
+incredulous,--naturally.  Oh, you think I shall sacrifice my child's
+happiness to a politician's ambition.  Folly of youth!  Fanny would be
+wretched with you.  She might not think so now; she would five years
+hence!  Fanny will make an admirable duchess, countess, great lady; but
+wife to a man who owes all to her!  No, no; don't dream it!  I shall not
+sacrifice her happiness, depend on it.  I speak plainly, as man to man,
+--man of the world to a man just entering it,--but still man to man!
+What say you?"
+
+"I will think over all you tell me.  I know that you are speaking to me
+most generously,--as a father would.  Now let me go, and may God keep
+you and yours!"
+
+"Go,--I return your blessing; go!  I don't insult you now with offers of
+service; but remember, you have a right to command them,--in all ways,
+in all times.  Stop! take this comfort away with you,--a sorry comfort
+now, a great one hereafter.  In a position that might have moved anger,
+scorn, pity, you have made a barren-hearted man honor and admire you.
+You, a boy, have made me, with my gray hairs, think better of the whole
+world; tell your father that."
+
+I closed the door and stole out softly, softly.  But when I got into the
+hall, Fanny suddenly opened the door of the breakfast parlor, and
+seemed, by her look, her gesture, to invite me in.  Her face was very
+pale, and there were traces of tears on the heavy lids.
+
+I stood still a moment, and my heart beat violently.  I then muttered
+something inarticulately, and, bowing low, hastened to the door.
+
+I thought, but my ears might deceive me, that I heard my name
+pronounced; but fortunately the tall porter started from his newspaper
+and his leathern chair, and the entrance stood open.  I joined my
+father.
+
+"It's all over," said I, with a resolute smile.  "And now, my dear
+father, I feel how grateful I should be for all that your lessons--your
+life--have taught me; for, believe me, I am not unhappy."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+
+We came back to my father's house, and on the stairs we met my mother,
+whom Roland's grave looks and her Austin's strange absence had alarmed.
+My father quietly led the way to a little room which my mother had
+appropriated to Blanche and herself, and then, placing my hand in that
+which had helped his own steps from the stony path down the quiet vales
+of life, he said to me: "Nature gives you here the soother;" and so
+saying, he left the room.
+
+And it was true, O my mother! that in thy simple, loving breast nature
+did place the deep wells of comfort!  We come to men for philosophy,--to
+women for consolation.  And the thousand weaknesses and regrets, the
+sharp sands of the minutiae that make up sorrow,--all these, which I
+could have betrayed to no man (not even to him, the dearest and
+tenderest of all men), I showed without shame to thee!  And thy tears,
+that fell on my cheek, had the balm of Araby; and my heart at length lay
+lulled and soothed under thy moist, gentle eyes.
+
+I made an effort, and joined the little circle at dinner; and I felt
+grateful that no violent attempt was made to raise my spirits,--nothing
+but affection, more subdued and soft and tranquil.  Even little Blanche,
+as if by the intuition of sympathy, ceased her babble, and seemed to
+hush her footstep as she crept to my side.  But after dinner, when we
+had reassembled in the drawing-room, and the lights shone bright, and
+the curtains were let down, and only the quick roll of some passing
+wheels reminded us that there was a world without, my father began to
+talk.  He had laid aside all his work, the younger but less perishable
+child was forgotten, and my father began to talk.
+
+"It is," said he, musingly, "a well-known thing that particular drugs or
+herbs suit the body according to its particular diseases.  When we are
+ill, we don't open our medicine-chest at random, and take out any powder
+or phial that comes to hand.  The skilful doctor is he who adjusts the
+dose to the malady."
+
+"Of that there can be no doubt," quoth Captain Roland.  "I remember a
+notable instance of the justice of what you say.  When I was in Spain,
+both my horse and I fell ill at the same time: a dose was sent for each;
+and by some infernal mistake, I swallowed the horse's physic, and the
+horse, poor thing, swallowed mine!"
+
+"And what was the result?" asked my father.
+
+"The horse died!" answered Roland, mournfully, "a valuable beast, bright
+bay, with a star!"
+
+"And you?"
+
+"Why, the doctor said it ought to have killed me; but it took a great
+deal more than a paltry bottle of physic to kill a man in my regiment."
+
+"Nevertheless, we arrive at the same conclusion," pursued my father,--"
+I with my theory, you with your experience,--that the physic we take
+must not be chosen haphazard, and that a mistake in the bottle may kill
+a horse.  But when we come to the medicine for the mind, how little do
+we think of the golden rule which common-sense applies to the body!"
+
+"Anan," said the Captain, "what medicine is there for the mind?
+Shakspeare has said something on that subject, which, if I recollect
+right, implies that there is no ministering to a mind diseased."
+
+"I think not, brother; he only said physic (meaning boluses and black
+draughts) would not do it.  And Shakspeare was the last man to find
+fault with his own art; for, verily, he has been a great physician to
+the mind."
+
+"Ah! I take you now, brother,--books again!  So you think when a man
+breaks his heart or loses his fortune or his daughter (Blanche, child,
+come here), that you have only to clap a plaster of print on the sore
+place, and all is well.  I wish you would find me such a cure."
+
+"Will you try it?"
+
+"If it is not Greek," said my uncle.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+
+My Father's Crotchet On The Hygienic Chemistry Of Books.
+
+"If," said my father,--and here his hand was deep in his waistcoat,--"if
+we accept the authority of Diodorus as to the inscription on the great
+Egyptian library--and I don't see why Diodorus should not be as near the
+mark as any one else?" added my father interrogatively, turning round.
+
+My mother thought herself the person addressed, and nodded her gracious
+assent to the authority of Diodorus.  His opinion thus fortified, my
+father continued,--"If, I say, we accept the authority of Diodorus, the
+inscription on the Egyptian library was: 'The Medicine of the Mind.'
+Now, that phrase has become notoriously trite and hackneyed, and people
+repeat vaguely that books are the medicine of the mind.  Yes; but to
+apply the medicine is the thing!"
+
+"So you have told us at least twice before, brother," quoth the Captain,
+bluffly.  "And what Diodorus has to do with it, I know no more than the
+man of the moon."
+
+"I shall never get on at this rate," said my father, in a tone between
+reproach and entreaty.
+
+"Be good children, Roland and Blanche both," said my mother, stopping
+from her work and holding up her needle threateningly,--and indeed
+inflicting a slight puncture upon the Captain's shoulder.
+
+"'Rem acu tetigisti,' my dear," said my father, borrowing Cicero's pun
+on the occasion. (1)  "And now we shall go upon velvet.  I say, then,
+that books, taken indiscriminately, are no cure to the diseases and
+afflictions of the mind.  There is a world of science necessary in the
+taking them.  I have known some people in great sorrow fly to a novel,
+or the last light book in fashion.  One might as well take a rose-
+draught for the plague!  Light reading does not do when the heart is
+really heavy.  I am told that Goethe, when he lost his son, took to
+study a science that was new to him.  Ah! Goethe was a physician who
+knew what he was about.  In a great grief like that you cannot tickle
+and divert the mind, you must wrench it away, abstract, absorb,--bury it
+in an abyss, hurry it into a labyrinth.  Therefore, for the irremediable
+sorrows of middle life and old age I recommend a strict chronic course
+of science and hard reasoning,--counter-irritation.  Bring the brain to
+act upon the heart!  If science is too much against the grain (for we
+have not all got mathematical heads), something in the reach of the
+humblest understanding, but sufficiently searching to the highest,--a
+new language, Greek, Arabic, Scandinavian, Chinese, or Welsh!  For the
+loss of fortune, the dose should be applied less directly to the
+understanding,--I would administer something elegant and cordial.  For
+as the heart is crushed and lacerated by a loss in the affections, so it
+is rather the head that aches and suffers by the loss of money.  Here we
+find the higher class of poets a very valuable remedy.  For observe that
+poets of the grander and more comprehensive kind of genius have in them
+two separate men, quite distinct from each other,--the imaginative man,
+and the practical, circumstantial man; and it is the happy mixture of
+these that suits diseases of the mind, half imaginative and half
+practical.  There is Homer, now lost with the gods, now at home with the
+homeliest, the very 'poet of circumstance,' as Gray has finely called
+him; and yet with imagination enough to seduce and coax the dullest into
+forgetting, for a while, that little spot on his desk which his banker's
+book can cover.  There is Virgil, far below him, indeed,--`Virgil the
+wise, Whose verse walks highest, but not flies,' as Cowley expresses it.
+But Virgil still has genius enough to be two men,--to lead you into the
+fields, not only to listen to the pastoral reed and to hear the bees
+hum, but to note how you can make the most of the glebe and the
+vineyard.  There is Horace, charming man of the world, who will condole
+with you feelingly on the loss of your fortune, and by no means
+undervalue the good things of this life, but who will yet show you that
+a man may be happy with a vile modicum or parva rura.  There is
+Shakspeare, who, above all poets, is the mysterious dual of hard sense
+and empyreal fancy,--and a great many more, whom I need not name, but
+who, if you take to them gently and quietly, will not, like your mere
+philosopher, your unreasonable Stoic, tell you that you have lost
+nothing, but who will insensibly steal you out of this world, with its
+losses and crosses, and slip you into another world before you know
+where you are!--a world where you are just as welcome, though you carry
+no more earth of your lost acres with you than covers the sole of your
+shoe.  Then, for hypochondria and satiety, what is better than a brisk
+alterative course of travels,--especially early, out-of-the-way,
+marvellous, legendary travels!  How they freshen up the spirits!  How
+they take you out of the humdrum yawning state you are in.  See, with
+Herodotus, young Greece spring up into life, or note with him how
+already the wondrous old Orient world is crumbling into giant decay; or
+go with Carpini and Rubruquis to Tartary, meet 'the carts of Zagathai
+laden with houses, and think that a great city is travelling towards
+you.' (2) 'Gaze on that vast wild empire of the Tartar, where the
+descendants of Jenghis 'multiply and disperse over the immense waste
+desert, which is as boundless as the ocean.'  Sail with the early
+Northern discoverers, and penetrate to the heart of winter, among sea-
+serpents and bears and tusked morses with the faces of men.  Then, what
+think you of Columbus, and the stern soul of Cortes, and the kingdom of
+Mexico, and the strange gold city of the Peruvians, with that audacious
+brute Pizarro; and the Polynesians, just for all the world like the
+Ancient Britons; and the American Indians and the South-sea Islanders?
+How petulant and young and adventurous and frisky your hypochondriac
+must get upon a regimen like that!  Then, for that vice of the mind
+which I call sectarianism,--not in the religious sense of the word, but
+little, narrow prejudices, that make you hate your next-door neighbor
+because he has his eggs roasted when you have yours boiled; and
+gossipping and prying into people's affairs, and backbiting, and
+thinking heaven and earth are coming together if some broom touch a
+cobweb that you have let grow over the window-sill of your brains what
+like a large and generous, mildly aperient (I beg your pardon, my dear)
+course of history!  How it clears away all the fumes of the head,--
+better than the hellebore with which the old leeches of the Middle Ages
+purged the cerebellum!  There, amidst all that great whirl and sturmbad
+(storm-bath), as the Germans say, of kingdoms and empires, and races and
+ages, how your mind enlarges beyond that little feverish animosity to
+John Styles, or that unfortunate prepossession of yours that all the
+world is interested in your grievances against Tom Stokes and his wife!
+
+"I can only touch, you see, on a few ingredients in this magnificent
+pharmacy; its resources are boundless, but require the nicest
+discretion.  I remember to have cured a disconsolate widower, who
+obstinately refused every other medicament, by a strict course of
+geology.  I dipped him deep into gneiss and mica schist.  Amidst the
+first strata I suffered the watery action to expend itself upon cooling,
+crystallized masses; and by the time I had got him into the tertiary
+period, amongst the transition chalks of Maestricht and the conchiferous
+marls of Gosau, he was ready for a new wife.  Kitty, my dear, it is no
+laughing matter!  I made no less notable a cure of a young scholar at
+Cambridge who was meant for the church, when he suddenly caught a cold
+fit of freethinking, with great shiverings, from wading out of his depth
+in Spinoza.  None of the divines, whom I first tried, did him the least
+good in that state; so I turned over a new leaf, and doctored him gently
+upon the chapters of faith in Abraham Tucker's book (you should read it,
+Sisty); then I threw in strong doses of Fichte; after that I put him on
+the Scotch inetaphy sicians, with plunge-baths into certain German
+transcendentalists; and having convinced him that faith is not an
+unphilosophical state of mind, and that he might believe without
+compromising his understanding,--for he was mightily conceited on that
+score,--I threw in my divines, which he was now fit to digest; and his
+theological constitution, since then, has become so robust that he has
+eaten up two livings and a deanery!  In fact, I have a plan for a
+library that, instead of heading its compartments, 'Philology, Natural
+Science, Poetry,' etc., one shall head them according to the diseases
+for which they are severally good, bodily and mental,--up from a dire
+calamity or the pangs of the gout, down to a fit of the spleen or a
+slight catarrh; for which last your light reading comes in with a whey-
+posset and barley-water.  But," continued my father, more gravely, "when
+some one sorrow, that is yet reparable, gets hold of your mind like a
+monomania; when you think because Heaven has denied you this or that on
+which you had set your heart that all your life must be a blank,--oh!
+then diet yourself well on biography, the biography of good and great
+men.  See how little a space one sorrow really makes in life.  See
+scarce a page, perhaps, given to some grief similar to your own; and how
+triumphantly the life sails on beyond it!  You thought the wing was
+broken!  Tut, tut, it was but a bruised feather!  See what life leaves
+behind it when all is done!--a summary of positive facts far out of the
+region of sorrow and suffering, linking themselves with the being of the
+world.  Yes, biography is the medicine here!  Roland, you said you would
+try my prescription,--here it is;" and my father took up a book and
+reached it to the Captain.
+
+My uncle looked over it,--"Life of the Reverend Robert Hall."
+
+"Brother, he was a Dissenter; and, thank Heaven!  I am a Church-and-
+State man to the backbone!"
+
+"Robert Hall was a brave man and a true soldier under the Great
+Commander," said my father, artfully.
+
+The Captain mechanically carried his forefinger to his forehead in
+military fashion, and saluted the book respectfully.
+
+"I have another copy for you, Pisistratus,--that is mine which I have
+lent Roland.  This, which I bought for you to-day, you will keep."
+
+"Thank you, sir," said I listlessly, not seeing what great good the
+"Life of Robert Hall" could do me, or why the same medicine should suit
+the old weather-beaten uncle and the nephew yet in his teens.
+
+"I have said nothing," resumed my father, slightly bowing his broad
+temples, "of the Book of books, for that is the lignum vitm, the
+cardinal medicine for all.  These are but the subsidiaries; for as you
+may remember, my dear Kitty, that I have said before,--we can never keep
+the system quite right unless we place just in the centre of the great
+ganglionic system, whence the nerves carry its influence gently and
+smoothly through the whole frame, The Saffron Bag!"
+
+(1) Cicero's joke on a senator who was the son of a tailor: "Thou hast
+touched the thing sharply" (or with a needle, acu).
+
+(2) Rubruquis, sect. xii.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+
+After breakfast the next morning I took my hat to go out.  when my
+father, looking at me, and seeing by my countenance that I had not
+slept, said gently,--
+
+"My dear Pisistratus, you have not tried my medicine yet."
+
+"What medicine, sir?"
+
+"Robert Hall."
+
+"No, indeed, not yet," said I, smiling.
+
+"Do so, my son, before you go out; depend on it you will enjoy your walk
+more."
+
+I confess that it was with some reluctance I obeyed.  I went back to my
+own room and sat resolutely down to my task.  Are there any of you, my
+readers, who have not read the "Life of Robert Hall?"  If so, in the
+words of the great Captain Cuttle, "When found, make a note of it."
+Never mind what your theological opinion is,--Episcopalian,
+Presbyterian, Baptist, Paedobaptist, Independent, Quaker, Unitarian,
+Philosopher, Freethinker,--send for Robert Hall!  Yea, if there exists
+yet on earth descendants of the arch-heretics which made such a noise in
+their day,--men who believe, with Saturninus, that the world was made by
+seven angels; or with Basilides, that there are as many heavens as there
+are days in the year; or with the Nicolaitanes, that men ought to have
+their wives in common (plenty of that sect still, especially in the Red
+Republic); or with their successors, the Gnostics, who believed in
+Jaldaboath; or with the Carpacratians, that the world was made by the
+devil; or with the Cerinthians and Ebionites and Nazarites (which last
+discovered that the name of Noah's wife was Ouria, and that she set the
+ark on fire); or with the Valentinians, who taught that there were
+thirty AEones, ages or worlds, born out of Profundity (Bathos), male,
+and Silence, female; or with the Marcites, Colarbasii, and Heracleonites
+(who still kept up that bother about AEones, Mr. Profundity and Mrs.
+Silence); or with the Ophites, who are said to have worshipped the
+serpent; or the Cainites, who ingeniously found out a reason for
+honoring Judas, because he foresaw what good would come to men by
+betraying our Saviour; or with the Sethites, who made Seth a part of the
+divine substance; or with the Archonticks, Ascothyctae, Cerdonians,
+Marcionites, the disciples of Apelles, and Severus (the last was a
+teetotaller, and said wine was begot by Satan!), or of Tatian, who
+thought all the descendants of Adam were irretrievably damned except
+themselves (some of those Tatiani are certainly extant!), or the
+Cataphrygians, who were also called Tascodragitae, because they thrust
+their forefingers up their nostrils to show their devotion; or the
+Pepuzians, Quintilians, and Artotyrites; or--But no matter.  If I go
+through all the follies of men in search of the truth, I shall never get
+to the end of my chapter or back to Robert Hall; whatever, then, thou
+art, orthodox or heterodox, send for the "Life of Robert Hall."  It is
+the life of a man that it does good to manhood itself to contemplate.
+
+I had finished the biography, which is not long, and was musing over it,
+when I heard the Captain's cork-leg upon the stairs.  I opened the door
+for him, and he entered, book in hand, as I also, book in hand, stood
+ready to receive him.
+
+"Well, sir," said Roland, seating himself, "has the prescription done
+you any good?"
+
+"Yes, uncle,--great."
+
+And me too.  By Jupiter, Sisty, that same Hall was a fine
+fellow!  I wonder if the medicine has gone through the same
+channels in both?  Tell me, first, how it has affected you."
+
+"Imprimis, then, my dear uncle, I fancy that a book like this must do
+good to all who live in the world in the ordinary manner, by admitting
+us into a circle of life of which I suspect we think but little.  Here
+is a man connecting himself directly with a heavenly purpose, and
+cultivating considerable faculties to that one end; seeking to
+accomplish his soul as far as he can, that he may do most good on earth,
+and take a higher existence up to heaven; a man intent upon a sublime
+and spiritual duty: in short, living as it were in it, and so filled
+with the consciousness of immortality, and so strong in the link between
+God and man, that, without any affected stoicism, without being
+insensible to pain,--rather, perhaps, from a nervous temperament,
+acutely feeling it,--he yet has a happiness wholly independent of it.
+It is impossible not to be thrilled with an admiration that elevates
+while it awes you, in reading that solemn 'Dedication of himself to
+God.'  This offering of 'soul and body, time, health, reputation,
+talents,' to the divine and invisible Principle of Good, calls us
+suddenly to contemplate the selfishness of our own views and hopes, and
+awakens us from the egotism that exacts all and resigns nothing.
+
+"But this book has mostly struck upon the chord in my own heart in that
+characteristic which my father indicated as belonging to all biography.
+Here is a life of remarkable fulness, great study, great thought, and
+great action; and yet," said I, coloring, "how small a place those
+feelings which have tyrannized over me and made all else seem blank and
+void, hold in that life!  It is not as if the man were a cold and hard
+ascetic it is easy to see in him, not only remarkable tenderness and
+warm affections, but strong self-will, and the passion of all vigorous
+natures.  Yes; I understand better now what existence in a true man
+should be."
+
+"All that is very well said," quoth the Captain, "but it did not strike
+me.  What I have seen in this book is courage.  Here is a poor creature
+rolling on the carpet with agony; from childhood to death tortured by a
+mysterious incurable malady,--a malady that is described as 'an internal
+apparatus of torture;' and who does, by his heroism, more than bear it,
+--he puts it out of power to affect him; and though (here is the passage)
+'his appointment by day and by night was incessant pain, yet high
+enjoyment was, notwithstanding, the law of his existence.'  Robert Hall
+reads me a lesson,--me, an old soldier, who thought myself above taking
+lessons,--in courage, at least.  And as I came to that passage when, in
+the sharp paroxysms before death, he says, 'I have not complained, have
+I, sir?  And I won't complain!'--when I came to that passage I started
+up and cried, 'Roland de Caxton, thou hast been a coward! and an thou
+hadst had thy deserts, thou hadst been cashiered, broken, and drummed
+out of the regiment long ago!'"
+
+"After all, then, my father was not so wrong,--he placed his guns right,
+and fired a good shot."
+
+"He must have been from six to nine degrees above the crest of the
+parapet," said my uncle, thoughtfully,--"which, I take it, is the best
+elevation, both for shot and shells in enfilading a work."
+
+"What say you then, Captain,--up with our knapsacks, and on with the
+march?"
+
+"Right about--face!" cried my uncle, as erect as a column.
+
+"No looking back, if we can help it."
+
+"Full in the front of the enemy.  'Up, Guards, and at 'em!'"
+
+"'England expects every man to do his duty!'"
+
+"Cypress or laurel!" cried my uncle, waving the book over his head.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+
+I went out, and to see Francis Vivian; for on leaving Mr. Trevanion I
+was not without anxiety for my new friend's future provision.  But
+Vivian was from home, and I strolled from his lodgings into the suburbs
+on the other side of the river, and began to meditate seriously on the
+best course now to pursue.  In quitting my present occupations I
+resigned prospects far more brilliant and fortunes far more rapid than I
+could ever hope to realize in any other entrance into life.  But I felt
+the necessity, if I desired to keep steadfast to that more healthful
+frame of mind I had obtained, of some manly and continuous labor, some
+earnest employment.  My thoughts flew back to the university; and the
+quiet of its cloisters--which, until I had been blinded by the glare of
+the London world, and grief had somewhat dulled the edge of my quick
+desires and hopes, had seemed to me cheerless and unfaltering--took an
+inviting aspect.  It presented what I needed most,--a new scene, a new
+arena, a partial return into boyhood; repose for passions prematurely
+raised; activity for the reasoning powers in fresh directions.  I had
+not lost my time in London: I had kept up, if not studies purely
+classical, at least the habits of application; I had sharpened my
+general comprehension and augmented my resources.  Accordingly, when I
+returned home, I resolved to speak to my father.  But I found he had
+forestalled me; and on entering, my mother drew me upstairs into, her
+room, with a smile kindled by my smile, and told me that she and her
+Austin had been thinking that it was best that I should leave London as
+soon as possible; that my father found he could now dispense with the
+library of the Museum for some months; that the time for which they had
+taken their lodgings would be up in a few days: that the summer was far
+advanced, town odious, the country beautiful,--in a word, we were to go
+home.  There I could prepare myself for Cambridge till the long vacation
+was over; and, my mother added hesitatingly, and with a prefatory
+caution to spare my health, that my father, whose income could ill
+afford the requisite allowance to me, counted on my soon lightening his
+burden by getting a scholarship.  I felt how much provident kindness
+there was in all this,--even in that hint of a scholarship, which was
+meant to rouse my faculties and spur me, by affectionate incentives, to
+a new ambition.  I was not less delighted than grateful.
+
+"But poor Roland," said I, "and little Blanche,--will they come with
+us?"
+
+"I fear not," said my mother; "for Roland is anxious to get back to his
+tower, and in a day or two he will be well enough to move."
+
+"Do you not think, my dear mother, that, somehow or other, this lost son
+of his had something to do with Roland's illness,--that the illness was
+as much mental as physical?"
+
+"I have no doubt of it, Sisty.  What a sad, bad heart that young man
+must have!"
+
+"My uncle seems to have abandoned all hope of finding him in London;
+otherwise, ill as he has been, I am sure we could not have kept him at
+home.  So he goes back to the old tower.  Poor man, he must be dull
+enough there!  We must contrive to pay him a visit.  Does Blanche ever
+speak of her brother?"
+
+"No; for it seems they were not brought up much together,--at all
+events, she does not remember him.  How lovely she is!  Her mother must
+surely have been very handsome."
+
+"She is a pretty child, certainly, though in a strange style of beauty,
+--such immense eyes!--and affectionate, and loves Roland as she ought."
+
+And here the conversation dropped.
+
+Our plans being thus decided, it was necessary that I should lose no
+time in seeing Vivian and making some arrangement for the future.  His
+manner had lost so much of its abruptness that I thought I could venture
+to recommend him personally to Trevanion; and I knew, after what had
+passed, that Trevanion would make a point to oblige me.  I resolved to
+consult my father about it.  As yet I had either never found or never
+made the opportunity to talk to my father on the subject, he had been so
+occupied; and if he had proposed to see my new friend, what answer could
+I have made, in the teeth of Vivian's cynic objections?  However, as we
+were now going away, that last consideration ceased to be of importance;
+and, for the first, the student had not yet entirely settled back to his
+books.  I therefore watched the time when my father walked down to the
+Museum, and, slipping my arm in his, I told him, briefly and rapidly, as
+we went along, how I had formed this strange acquaintance, and how I was
+now situated.  The story did not interest my father quite so much as I
+expected, and he did not understand all the complexities of Vivian's
+character,--how could he?--for he answered briefly, "I should think
+that, for a young man apparently without a sixpence, and whose education
+seems so imperfect, any resource in Trevanion must be most temporary and
+uncertain.  Speak to your Uncle Jack: he can find him some place, I have
+no doubt,--perhaps a readership in a printer's office, or a reporter's
+place on some journal, if he is fit for it.  But if you want to steady
+him, let it be something regular."
+
+Therewith my father dismissed the matter and vanished through the gates
+of the Museum.  Readership to a printer, reportership on a journal, for
+a young gentleman with the high notions and arrogant vanity of Francis
+Vivian,--his ambition already soaring far beyond kid gloves and a
+cabriolet!  The idea was hopeless; and, perplexed and doubtful, I took
+my way to Vivian's lodgings.  I found him at home and unemployed,
+standing by his window with folded arms, and in a state of such revery
+that he was not aware of my entrance till I had touched him on the
+shoulder.
+
+"Ha!" said he then, with one of his short, quick, impatient sighs, "I
+thought you had given me up and forgotten me; but you look pale and
+harassed.  I could almost think you had grown thinner within the last
+few days."
+
+"Oh! never mind me, Vivian; I have come to speak of yourself.  I have
+left Trevanion; it is settled that I should go to the University, and we
+all quit town in a few days."
+
+"In a few days!--all!  Who are 'all'?"
+
+"My family,--father, mother, uncle, cousin, and myself.  But, my dear
+fellow, now let us think seriously what is best to be done for you.  I
+can present you to Trevanion."
+
+"Ha!"
+
+"But Trevanion is a hard, though an excellent man, and, moreover, as he
+is always changing the subjects that engross him, in a month or so he
+may have nothing to give you.  You said you would work,--will you
+consent not to complain if the work cannot be done in kid gloves?  Young
+men who have--risen high in the world have begun, it is well known, as
+reporters to the press.  It is a situation of respectability, and in
+request, and not easy to obtain, I fancy; but still--"
+
+Vivian interrupted me hastily.
+
+"Thank you a thousand times!  But what you say confirms a resolution I
+had taken before you came.  I shall make it up with my family and return
+home."
+
+"Oh, I am so really glad.  How wise in you!"
+
+Vivian turned away his head abruptly.
+
+"Your pictures of family life and domestic peace, you see," he said,
+"seduced me more than you thought.  When do you leave town?"
+
+"Why, I believe, early next week."
+
+"So soon," said Vivian, thoughtfully.  "Well, perhaps I may ask you yet
+to introduce me to Mr. Trevanion; for who knows?--my family and I may
+fall out again.  But I will consider.  I think I have heard you say that
+this Trevanion is a very old friend of your father's or uncle's?"
+
+"He, or rather Lady Ellinor, is an old friend of both."
+
+"And therefore would listen to your recommendations of me.  But perhaps
+I may not need them.  So you have left--left of your own accord--a
+situation that seemed more enjoyable, I should think, than rooms in a
+college.  Left, why did you leave?"
+
+And Vivian fixed his bright eyes full and piercingly on mine.
+
+"It was only for a time, for a trial, that I was there," said I,
+evasively; "out at nurse, as it were, till the Alma Mater opened her
+arms,--alma indeed she ought to be to my father's son."
+
+Vivian looked unsatisfied with my explanation, but did not question me
+further.  He himself was the first to turn the conversation, and he did
+this with more affectionate cordiality than was common to him.  He
+inquired into our general plans, into the probabilities of our return to
+town, and drew from me a description of our rural Tusculum.  He was
+quiet and subdued; and once or twice I thought there was a moisture in
+those luminous eyes.  We parted with more of the unreserve and fondness
+of youthful friendship--at least on my part, and seemingly on his--than
+had yet endeared our singular intimacy; for the cement of cordial
+attachment had been wanting to an intercourse in which one party refused
+all confidence, and the other mingled distrust and fear with keen
+interest and compassionate admiration.
+
+That evening, before lights were brought in, my father, turning to me,
+abruptly asked if I had seen my friend, and what he was about to do.
+
+"He thinks of returning to his family," said I.
+
+Roland, who had seemed dozing, winced uneasily.
+
+"Who returns to his family?" asked the Captain.
+
+"Why, you must know," said my father, "that Sisty has fished up a friend
+of whom he can give no account that would satisfy a policeman, and whose
+fortunes he thinks himself under the necessity of protecting.  You are
+very lucky that he has not picked your pockets, Sisty; but I dare say he
+has.  What's his name?"
+
+"Vivian," said I,--"Francis Vivian."
+
+"A good name and a Cornish," said my father.  "Some derive it from the
+Romans,--Vivianus; others from a Celtic word which means--"
+
+"Vivian!" interrupted Roland.  "Vivian!--I wonder if it be the son of
+Colonel Vivian."
+
+"He is certainly a gentleman's son," said I; "but he never told me what
+his family and connections were."
+
+"Vivian," repeated my uncle,--"poor Colonel Vivian!  So the young man is
+going to his father.  I have no doubt it is the same.  Ah!--"
+
+"What do you know of Colonel Vivian or his son?" said I.  "Pray, tell
+me; I am so interested in this young man."
+
+"I know nothing of either, except by gossip," said my uncle, moodily.
+"I did hear that Colonel Vivian, an excellent officer and honorable man,
+had been in--in--" (Roland's voice faltered) "in great grief about his
+son, whom, a mere boy, he had prevented from some improper marriage, and
+who had run away and left him,--it was supposed for America.  The story
+affected me at the time," added my uncle, trying to speak calmly.
+
+We were all silent, for we felt why Roland was so disturbed, and why
+Colonel Vivian's grief should have touched him home.  Similarity in
+affliction makes us brothers even to the unknown.
+
+"You say he is going home to his family,--I am heartily glad of it!"
+said the envying old soldier, gallantly.
+
+The lights came in then, and two minutes after, Uncle Roland and I were
+nestled close to each other, side by side; and I was reading over his
+shoulder, and his finger was silently resting on that passage that had
+so struck him: "I have not complained, have I, sir?  And I won't
+complain!"
+
+
+
+
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