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+The Project Gutenberg EBook The Caxtons, by Bulwer-Lytton, Part 10
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CAXTONS, BY LYTTON, PART 10 ***
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+PART X.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+
+My uncle's conjecture as to the parentage of Francis Vivian seemed to me
+a positive discovery.  Nothing more likely than that this wilful boy had
+formed some headstrong attachment which no father would sanction, and
+so, thwarted and irritated, thrown himself on the world.  Such an
+explanation was the more agreeable to me as it cleared up much that had
+appeared discreditable in the mystery that surrounded Vivian.  I could
+never bear to think that he had done anything mean and criminal, however
+I might believe he had been rash and faulty.  It was natural that the
+unfriended wanderer should have been thrown into a society, the
+equivocal character of which had failed to revolt the audacity of an
+inquisitive mind and adventurous temper; but it was natural also that
+the habits of gentle birth, and that silent education which English
+gentlemen commonly receive from their very cradle, should have preserved
+his honor, at least, intact through all.  Certainly the pride, the
+notions, the very faults of the well-born had remained in full force,--
+why not the better qualities, however smothered for the time?  I felt
+thankful for the thought that Vivian was returning to an element in
+which he might repurify his mind, refit himself for that sphere to which
+he belonged, thankful that we might yet meet, and our present half-
+intimacy mature, perhaps, into healthful friendship.
+
+It was with such thoughts that I took up my hat the next morning to seek
+Vivian, and judge if we had gained the right clew, when we were startled
+by what was a rare sound at our door,--the postman's knock.  My father
+was at the Museum; my mother in high conference, or close preparation
+for our approaching departure, with Mrs. Primmins; Roland, I, and Blanche
+had the room to ourselves.
+
+"The letter is not for me," said Pisistratus.
+
+"Nor for me, I am sure," said the Captain, when the servant entered and
+confuted him,--for the letter was for him.  He took it up wonderingly
+and suspiciously, as Glumdalclitch took up Gulliver, or as (if
+naturalists) we take up an unknown creature that we are not quite sure
+will not bite and sting us.  Ah! it has stung or bit you, Captain
+Roland; for you start and change color,--you suppress a cry as you break
+the seal; you breathe hard as you read; and the letter seems short--but
+it takes time in the reading, for you go over it again and again.  Then
+you fold it up, crumple it, thrust it into your breast-pocket, and look
+round like a man waking from a dream.  Is it a dream of pain, or of
+pleasure?  Verily, I cannot guess, for nothing is on that eagle face
+either of pain or pleasure, but rather of fear, agitation, bewilderment.
+Yet the eyes are bright, too, and there is a smile on that iron lip.
+
+My uncle looked round, I say, and called hastily for his cane and his
+hat, and then began buttoning his coat across his broad breast, though
+the day was hot enough to have unbuttoned every breast in the
+metropolis.
+
+"You are not going out, uncle?"
+
+"Yes, Yes."
+
+"But are you strong enough yet?  Let me go with you."
+
+"No, sir; no.  Blanche, come here."  He took the child in his arms,
+surveyed her wistfully, and kissed her.  "You have never given me pain,
+Blanche: say,'God bless and prosper you, father!'"
+
+"God bless and prosper my dear, dear papa!" said Blanche, putting her
+little hands together, as if in prayer.
+
+"There--that should bring me luck, Blanche," said the Captain, gayly,
+and setting her down.  Then seizing his cane from the servant, and
+putting on his hat with a determined air, he walked stoutly forth; and I
+saw him, from the window, march along the streets as cheerfully as if he
+had been besieging Badajoz.
+
+"God prosper thee too!" said I, involuntarily.
+
+And Blanche took hold of my hand, and said in her prettiest way (and her
+pretty ways were many), "I wish you would come with us, cousin Sisty,
+and help me to love papa.  Poor papa!  he wants us both,--he wants all
+the love we can give him."
+
+"That he does, my dear Blanche; and I think it a great mistake that we
+don't all live together.  Your papa ought not to go to that tower of his
+at the world's end, but come to our snug, pretty house, with a garden
+full of flowers, for you to be Queen of the May,--from May to November;
+to say nothing of a duck that is more sagacious than any creature in the
+Fables I gave you the other day."
+
+Blanche laughed and clapped her hands.  "Oh, that would be so nice!
+But"--and she stopped gravely, and added, "but then, you see, there
+would not be the tower to love papa; and I am sure that the tower must
+love him very much, for he loves it dearly."
+
+It was my turn to laugh now.  "I see how it is, you little witch," said
+I; "you would coax us to come and live with you and the owls!  With all
+my heart, so far as I am concerned."
+
+"Sisty," said Blanche, with an appalling solemnity on her face, "do you
+know what I've been thinking?"
+
+"Not I, miss--what?  Something very deep, I can see,--very horrible,
+indeed, I fear; you look so serious."
+
+"Why, I've been thinking," continued Blanche, not relaxing a muscle, and
+without the least bit of a blush--"I've been thinking that I'll be your
+little wife; and then, of course, we shall all live together."
+
+Blanche did not blush, but I did.  "Ask me that ten years hence, if you
+dare, you impudent little thing; and now, run away to Mrs. Primmins and
+tell her to keep you out of mischief, for I must say 'Good morning.'"
+
+But Blanche did not run away, and her dignity seemed exceedingly hurt at
+my mode of taking her alarming proposition, for she retired into a
+corner pouting, and sat down with great majesty.  So there I left her,
+and went my way to Vivian.  He was out; but seeing books on his table,
+and having nothing to do, I resolved to wait for his return.  I had
+enough of my father in me to turn at once to the books for company; and
+by the side of some graver works which I had recommended, I found
+certain novels in French that Vivian had got from a circulating library.
+I had a curiosity to read these; for except the old classic novels of
+France, this mighty branch of its popular literature was then new to me.
+I soon got interested; but what an interest!--the interest that a
+nightmare might excite if one caught it out of one's sleep and set to
+work to examine it.  By the side of what dazzling shrewdness, what deep
+knowledge of those holes and corners in the human system of which Goethe
+must have spoken when he said somewhere,--if I recollect right, and
+don't misquote him, which I'll not answer for "There is something in
+every man's heart which, if we could know, would make us hate him,"--by
+the side of all this, and of much more that showed prodigious boldness
+and energy of intellect, what strange exaggeration; what mock nobility
+of sentiment; what inconceivable perversion of reasoning; what damnable
+demoralization!  The true artist, whether in Romance or the Drama, will
+often necessarily interest us in a vicious or criminal character; but he
+does not the less leave clear to our reprobation the vice or the crime.
+But here I found myself called upon, not only to feel interest in the
+villain (which would be perfectly allowable,--I am very much interested
+in Macbeth and Lovelace), but to admire and sympathize with the villany
+itself.  Nor was it the confusion of all wrong and right in individual
+character that shocked me the most, but rather the view of society
+altogether, painted in colors so hideous that, if true, instead of a
+revolution, it would draw down a deluge.  It was the hatred, carefully
+instilled, of the poor against the rich; it was the war breathed between
+class and class; it was that envy of all superiorities which loves to
+show itself by allowing virtue only to a blouse, and asserting; that a
+man must be a rogue if he belong to that rank of society in which, from
+the very gifts of education, from the necessary associations of
+circumstance, roguery is the last thing probable or natural.  It was all
+this, and things a thousand times worse, that set my head in a whirl, as
+hour after hour slipped on, and I still gazed, spell-bound, on these
+Chimeras and Typhons,--these symbols of the Destroying Principle.  "Poor
+Vivian!" said I, as I rose at last; "if thou readest these books with
+pleasure or from habit, no wonder that thou seemest to me so obtuse
+about right and wrong, and to have a great cavity where thy brain should
+have the bump of 'conscientiousness' in full salience!"
+
+Nevertheless, to do those demoniacs justice, I had got through time
+imperceptibly by their pestilent help; and I was startled to see, by my
+watch, how late it was.  I had just resolved to leave a line fixing an
+appointment for the morrow, and so depart, when I heard Vivian's knock,
+--a knock that had great character in it, haughty, impatient, irregular;
+not a neat, symmetrical, harmonious, unpretending knock, but a knock
+that seemed to set the whole house and street at defiance: it was a
+knock bullying--a knock ostentatious--a knock irritating and offensive--
+impiger and iracundus.
+
+But the step that came up the stairs did not suit the knock; it was a
+step light, yet firm--slow, yet elastic.
+
+The maid-servant who had opened the door had, no doubt, informed Vivian
+of my visit, for he did not seem surprised to see me; but he cast that
+hurried, suspicious look round the room which a man is apt to cast when
+he has left his papers about and finds some idler, on whose
+trustworthiness he by no means depends, seated in the midst of the
+unguarded secrets.  The look was not flattering; but my conscience was
+so unreproachful that I laid all the blame upon the general
+suspiciousness of Vivian's character.
+
+"Three hours, at least, have I been here!" said I, maliciously.
+
+"Three hours!"--again the look.
+
+"And this is the worst secret I have discovered,"--and I pointed to
+those literary Manicheans.
+
+"Oh!" said he, carelessly, "French novels!  I don't wonder you stayed so
+long.  I can't read your English novels,--flat and insipid; there are
+truth and life here."
+
+"Truth and life!" cried I, every hair on my head erect with
+astonishment.  "Then hurrah for falsehood and death!"
+
+"They don't please you,--no accounting for tastes."
+
+"I beg your pardon,--I account for yours, if you really take for truth
+and life monsters so nefast and flagitious.  For Heaven's sake, my dear
+fellow, don't suppose that any man could get on in England,--get
+anywhere but to the Old Bailey or Norfolk Island,--if he squared his
+conduct to such topsy-turvy notions of the world as I find here."
+
+"How many years are you my senior," asked Vivian, sneeringly, "that you
+should play the mentor and correct my ignorance of the world?"
+
+"Vivian, it is not age and experience that speak here, it is something
+far wiser than they,--the instinct of a man's heart and a gentleman's
+honor."
+
+"Well, well," said Vivian, rather discomposed, "let the poor books
+alone; you know my creed--that books influence us little one way or the
+other."
+
+"By the great Egyptian library and the soul of Diodorus!  I wish you
+could hear my father upon that point.  Come," added I, with sublime
+compassion, "come, it is not too late, do let me introduce you to my
+father.  I will consent to read French novels all my life if a single
+chat with Austin Caxton does not send you home with a happier face and
+lighter heart.  Come, let me take you back to dine with us to-day."
+
+"I cannot," said Vivian, with some confusion; "I cannot, for this day I
+leave London.  Some other time perhaps,--for," he added, but not
+heartily, "we may meet again."
+
+"I hope so," said I, wringing his hand, "and that is likely, since, in
+spite of yourself, I have guessed your secret,--your birth and
+parentage."
+
+"How!" cried Vivian, turning pale and gnawing his lip.  "What do you
+mean?  Speak."
+
+"Well, then, are you not the lost, runaway son of Colonel Vivian?  Come,
+say the truth; let us be confidants."
+
+Vivian threw off a succession of his abrupt sighs; and, then, seating
+himself, leaned his face on the table, confused, no doubt, to find
+himself discovered.
+
+"You are near the mark," said he, at last, "but do not ask me further
+yet.  Some day," he cried impetuously, and springing suddenly to his
+feet, "some day you shall know all,--yes, some day, if I live, when that
+name shall be high in the world; yes, when the world is at my feet!"  He
+stretched his right hand as if to grasp the space, and his whole face
+was lighted with a fierce enthusiasm.  The glow died away, and with a
+slight return of his scornful smile he said: "Dreams yet; dreams!  And
+now, look at this paper."  And he drew out a memorandum, scrawled over
+with figures.
+
+"This, I think, is my pecuniary debt to you; in a few days I shall
+discharge it.  Give me your address."
+
+"Oh!" said I, pained, "can you speak to me of money, Vivian?"
+
+"It is one of those instincts of honor you cite so often," answered he,
+coloring.  "Pardon me."
+
+"That is my address," said I, stooping to write, in order to conceal my
+wounded feelings.  "You will avail yourself of it, I hope, often, and
+tell me that you are well and happy."
+
+"When I am happy you shall know."
+
+"You do not require any introduction to Trevanion?"
+
+Vivian hesitated.  "No, I think  not.  If ever I do, I will write for
+it."
+
+I took up my hat, and was about to go,--for I was still chilled and
+mortified,--when, as if by an irresistible impulse, Vivian came to me
+hastily, flung his arms round my neck, and kissed me as a boy kisses his
+brother.
+
+"Bear with me!" he cried in a faltering voice; "I did not think to love
+any one as you have made me love you, though sadly against the grain.
+If you are not my good angel, it is that nature and habit are too strong
+for you.  Certainly some day we shall meet again.  I shall have time, in
+the mean while, to see if the world can be indeed 'mine oyster, which I
+with sword can open.'  I would be aut Caesar aut nullus!  Very little
+other Latin know I to quote from!  If Caesar, men will forgive me all
+the means to the end; if nullus, London has a river, and in every street
+one may buy a cord!"
+
+"Vivian! Vivian!"
+
+"Now go, my dear friend, while my heart is softened,--go before I shock
+you with some return of the native Adam.  Go, go!"
+
+And taking me gently by the arm, Francis Vivian drew me from the room,
+and re-entering, locked his door.
+
+Ah! if I could have left him Robert Hall, instead of those execrable
+Typhons!  But would that medicine have suited his case, or must grim
+Experience write sterner prescriptions with iron hand?
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+
+When I got back, just in time for dinner, Roland had not returned, nor
+did he return till late in the evening.  All our eyes were directed
+towards him, as we rose with one accord to give him welcome; but his
+face was like a mask,--it was locked and rigid and unreadable.
+
+Shutting the door carefully after him, he came to the hearth, stood on
+it, upright and calm, for a few moments, and then asked,--
+
+"Has Blanche gone to bed?"
+
+"Yes," said my mother, "but not to sleep, I am sure; she made me promise
+to tell her when you came back."
+
+Roland's brow relaxed.
+
+"To-morrow, sister," said he, slowly, "will you see that she has the
+proper mourning made for her?  My son is dead."
+
+"Dead!" we cried with one voice, and surrounded him with one impulse.
+
+"Dead! impossible,--you could not say it so calmly.  Dead,--how do you
+know?  You may be deceived.  Who told you? why do you think so?"
+
+"I have seen his remains," said my uncle, with the same gloomy calm.
+"We will all mourn for him.  Pisistratus, you are heir to my name now,
+as to your father's.  Good-night; excuse me, all--all you dear and kind
+ones; I am worn out."  Roland lighted his candle and went away, leaving
+us thunderstruck; but he came back again, looked round, took up his
+book, open in the favorite passage, nodded again, and again vanished.
+We looked at each other as if we had seen a ghost.  Then my father rose
+and went out of the room, and remained in Roland's till the night was
+well-nigh gone!  We sat up, my mother and I, till he returned.  His
+benign face looked profoundly sad.
+
+"How is it, sir?  Can you tell us more?" My father shook his head.
+
+"Roland prays that you may preserve the same forbearance you have shown
+hitherto, and never mention his son's name to him.  Peace be to the
+living, as to the dead!  Kitty, this changes our plans; we must all go
+to Cumberland,--we cannot leave Roland thus!"
+
+"Poor, poor Roland!" said my mother, through her tears.  "And to think
+that father and son were not reconciled!  But Roland forgives him now,--
+oh, yes, now!"
+
+"It is not Roland we can censure," said my father, almost fiercely; "it
+is--But enough; we must hurry out of town as soon as we can: Roland will
+recover in the native air of his old ruins."
+
+We went up to bed mournfully.  "And so," thought I, "ends one grand
+object of my life!  I had hoped to have brought those two together.
+But, alas, what peacemaker like the grave!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+
+My uncle did not leave his room for three days; but he was much closeted
+with a lawyer, and my father dropped some words which seemed to imply
+that the deceased had incurred debts, and that the poor Captain was
+making some charge on his small property.  As Roland had said that he
+had seen the remains of his son, I took it at first for granted that we
+should attend a funeral; but no word of this was said.  On the fourth
+day Roland, in deep mourning, entered a hackney-coach with the lawyer,
+and was absent about two hours.  I did not doubt that he had thus
+quietly fulfilled the last mournful offices.  On his return, he shut
+himself up again for the rest of the day, and would not see even my
+father.  But the next morning he made his appearance as usual, and I
+even thought that he seemed more cheerful than I had yet known him,--
+whether he played a part, or whether the worst was now over, and the
+grave was less cruel than uncertainty.  On the following day we all set
+out for Cumberland.
+
+In the interval, Uncle Jack had been almost constantly at the house,
+and, to do him justice, he had seemed unaffectedly shocked at the
+calamity that had befallen Roland.  There was, indeed, no want of heart
+in Uncle Jack, whenever you went straight at it; but it was hard to find
+if you took a circuitous route towards it through the pockets.  The
+worthy speculator had indeed much business to transact with my father
+before he left town.  The Anti-Publisher Society had been set up, and it
+was through the obstetric aid of that fraternity that the Great Book was
+to be ushered into the world.  The new journal, the "Literary Times,"
+was also far advanced,--not yet out, but my father was fairly in for it.
+There were preparations for its debut on a vast scale, and two or three
+gentlemen in black--one of whom looked like a lawyer, and another like a
+printer, and a third uncommonly like a Jew--called twice, with papers of
+a very formidable aspect.  All these preliminaries settled, the last
+thing I heard Uncle Jack say, with a slap on my father's back, was,
+"Fame and fortune  both made now!  You may go to sleep in safety, for
+you leave me wide awake.  Jack Tibbets never sleeps!"
+
+I had thought it strange that, since my abrupt exodus from Trevanion's
+house, no notice had been taken of any of us by himself or Lady Ellinor.
+But on the very eve of our departure came a kind note from Trevanion to
+me, dated from his favorite country seat (accompanied by a present of
+some rare books to my father), in which he said, briefly, that there had
+been illness in his family which had obliged him to leave town for a
+change of air, but that Lady Ellinor expected to call on my mother the
+next week.  He had found amongst his books some curious works of the
+Middle Ages, amongst others a complete set of Cardan, which he knew my
+father would like to have, and so sent them.  There was no allusion to
+what had passed between us.  In reply to this note, after due thanks on
+my father's part, who seized upon the Cardan (Lyons edition, 1663, ten
+volumes folio) as a silk-worm does upon a mulberry-leaf, I expressed our
+joint regrets that there was no hope of our seeing Lady Ellinor, as we
+were just leaving town.  I should have added something on the loss my
+uncle had sustained, but my father thought that since Roland shrank from
+any mention of his son, even by his nearest kindred, it would be his
+obvious wish not to parade his affliction beyond that circle.
+
+And there had been illness in Trevanion's family!  On whom had it
+fallen?  I could not rest satisfied with that general expression, and I
+took my answer myself to Trevanion's house, instead of sending it by the
+post.  In reply to my inquiries, the porter said that all the family
+were expected at the end of the week; that he had heard both Lady
+Ellinor and Miss Trevanion had been rather poorly, but that they were
+now better.  I left my note with orders to forward it; and my wounds
+bled afresh as I came away.
+
+We had the whole coach to ourselves in our journey, and a silent journey
+it was, till we arrived at a little town about eight miles from my
+uncle's residence, to which we could only get through a cross-road.  My
+uncle insisted on preceding us that night; and though he had written
+before we started, to announce our coming, he was fidgety lest the poor
+tower should not make the best figure it could, so he went alone, and we
+took our ease at our inn.
+
+Betimes the next day we hired a fly-coach--for a chaise could never have
+held us and my father's books--and jogged through a labyrinth of
+villanous lanes which no Marshal Wade had ever reformed from their
+primal chaos.  But poor Mrs. Primmins and the canary-bird alone seemed
+sensible of the jolts; the former, who sat opposite to us wedged amidst
+a medley of packages, all marked "Care, to be kept top uppermost" (why I
+know not, for they were but books, and whether they lay top or bottom it
+could not materially affect their value),--the former, I say, contrived
+to extend her arms over those disjecta membra, and griping a window-sill
+with the right hand, and a window-sill with the left, kept her seat
+rampant, like the split eagle of the Austrian Empire: in fact, it would
+be well nowadays if the split eagle were as firm as Mrs. Primmins!  As
+for the canary, it never failed to respond, by an astonished chirp, to
+every "Gracious me!" and "Lord save us!" which the delve into a rut, or
+the bump out of it, sent forth from Mrs. Primmins's lips, with all the
+emphatic dolor of the "Ai, ai!" in a Greek chorus.
+
+But my father, with his broad hat over his brows, was in deep thought.
+The scenes of his youth were rising before him, and his memory went,
+smooth as a spirit's wing, over delve and bump.  And my mother, who sat
+next him, had her arm on his shoulder, and was watching his face
+jealously.  Did she think that in that thoughtful face there was regret
+for the old love?  Blanche, who had been very sad, and had wept much and
+quietly since they put on her the mourning, and told her that she had no
+brother (though she had no remembrance of the lost), began now to evince
+infantine curiosity and eagerness to catch the first peep of her
+father's beloved tower.  And Blanche sat on my knee, and I shared her
+impatience.  At last there came in view a church-spire, a church, a
+plain square building near it, the parsonage (my father's old home), a
+long, straggling street of cottages and rude shops, with a better kind
+of house here and there, and in the hinder ground a gray, deformed mass
+of wall and ruin, placed on one of those eminences on which the Danes
+loved to pitch camp or build fort, with one high, rude, Anglo-Norman
+tower rising from the midst.  Few trees were round it, and those either
+poplars or firs, save, as we approached, one mighty oak,--integral and
+unscathed.  The road now wound behind the parsonage and up a steep
+ascent.  Such a road,--the whole parish ought to have been flogged for
+it!  If I had sent up a road like that, even on a map, to Dr. Herman, I
+should not have sat down in comfort for a week to come!
+
+The fly-coach came to a full stop.
+
+"Let us get out," cried I, opening the door, and springing to the ground
+to set the example.
+
+Blanche followed, and my respected parents came next.  But when Mrs.
+Primmins was about to heave herself into movement,
+
+"Papce!" said my father.  "I think, Mrs. Primmins, you must remain in,
+to keep the books steady."
+
+"Lord love you!" cried Mrs. Primmins, aghast.
+
+"The subtraction of such a mass, or moles,--supple and elastic as all
+flesh is, and fitting into the hard corners of the inert matter,--such a
+subtraction, Mrs. Primmins, would leave a vacuum which no natural
+system, certainly no artificial organization, could sustain.  There
+would be a regular dance of atoms, Mrs. Primmins; my books would fly
+here, there, on the floor, out of the window!
+
+     "'Corporis officium est quoniam omnia deorsum.'
+
+"The business of a body like yours, Mrs. Primmins, is to press all things
+down, to keep them tight, as you will know one of these days,--that is,
+if you will do me the favor to read Lucretius, and master that material
+philosophy of which I may say, without flattery, my dear Mrs. Primmins,
+that you are a living illustration."
+
+These, the first words my father had spoken since we set out from the
+inn, seemed to assure my mother that she need have no apprehension as to
+the character of his thoughts, for her brow cleared, and she said,
+laughing,--
+
+"Only look at poor Primmins, and then at that hill!"
+
+"You may subtract Primmins, if you will be answerable for the remnant,
+Kitty.  Only I warn you that it is against all the laws of physics."
+
+So saying, he sprang lightly forward, and, taking hold of my arm, paused
+and looked round, and drew the loud free breath with which we draw
+native air.
+
+"And yet," said my father, after that grateful and affectionate
+inspiration,--"and yet, it must be owned that a more ugly country one
+cannot see out of Cambridgeshire." (1)
+
+"Nay," said I, "it is bold and large, it has a beauty of its own.  Those
+immense, undulating, uncultivated, treeless tracts have surely their
+charm of wildness and solitude.  And how they suit the character of the
+ruin!  All is feudal there!  I understand Roland better now."
+
+"I hope to Heaven Cardan will come to no harm!" cried my father; "he is
+very handsomely bound, and he fitted beautifully just into the fleshiest
+part of that fidgety Primmins."
+
+Blanche, meanwhile, had run far before us, and I followed fast.  There
+were still the remains of that deep trench (surrounding the ruins on
+three sides, leaving a ragged hill-top at the fourth) which made the
+favorite fortification of all the Teutonic tribes.  A causeway, raised
+on brick arches, now, however, supplied the place of the drawbridge, and
+the outer gate was but a mass of picturesque ruin.  Entering into the
+courtyard or bailey, the old castle mound, from which justice had been
+dispensed, was in full view, rising higher than the broken walls around
+it, and partially over grown with brambles.  And there stood,
+comparatively whole, the Tower or Keep, and from its portals emerged the
+veteran owner.
+
+His ancestors might have received us in more state, but certainly they
+could not have given us a warmer greeting.  In fact, in his own domain
+Roland appeared another man.  His stiffness, which was a little
+repulsive to those who did not understand it, was all gone.  He seemed
+less proud, precisely because he and his pride, on that ground, were on
+good terms with each other.  How gallantly he extended,--not his arm, in
+our modern Jack-and-Jill sort of fashion, but his right hand to my
+mother; how carefully he led her over "brake, bush, and scaur," through
+the low vaulted door, where a tall servant, who, it was easy to see, had
+been a soldier,--in the precise livery, no doubt, warranted by the
+heraldic colors (his stockings were red!),--stood upright as a sentry.
+And coming into the hall, it looked absolutely cheerful,--it took us by
+surprise.  There was a great fireplace, and, though it was still summer,
+a great fire!  It did not seem a bit too much, for the walls were stone,
+the lofty roof open to the rafters, while the windows were small and
+narrow, and so high and so deep sunk that one seemed in a vault.
+Nevertheless, I say the room looked sociable and cheerful,--thanks
+principally to the fire, and partly to a very ingenious medley of old
+tapestry at one end, and matting at the other, fastened to the lower
+part of the walls, seconded by an arrangement of furniture which did
+credit to my uncle's taste for the picturesque.  After we had looked
+about and admired to our heart's content, Roland took us, not up one of
+those noble staircases you see in the later manorial residences, but a
+little winding stone stair, into the rooms he had appropriated to his
+guests.  There was first a small chamber, which he called my father's
+study,--in truth, it would have done for any philosopher or saint who
+wished to shut out the world, and might have passed for the interior of
+such a column as the Stylites inhabited; for you must have climbed a
+ladder to have looked out of the window, and then the vision of no
+short-sighted man could have got over the interval in the wall made by
+the narrow casement, which, after all, gave no other prospect than a
+Cumberland sky, with an occasional rook in it.  But my father, I think I
+have said before, did not much care for scenery, and he looked round
+with great satisfaction upon the retreat assigned him.
+
+"We can knock up shelves for your books in no time," said my uncle,
+rubbing his hands.
+
+"It would be a charity," quoth my father, "for they have been very long
+in a recumbent position, and would like to stretch themselves, poor
+things.  My dear Roland, this room is made for books,--so round and so
+deep!  I shall sit here, like Truth in a well."
+
+"And there is a room for you, sister, just out of it," said my uncle,
+opening a little, low, prison-like door into a charming room, for its
+window was low and it had an iron balcony; "and out of that is the
+bedroom.  For you, Pisistratus, my boy, I am afraid that it is soldier's
+quarters, indeed, with which you will have to put up.  But never mind;
+in a day or two we shall make all worthy a general of your illustrious
+name,--for he was a great general, Pisistratus the First, was he not,
+brother?"
+
+"All tyrants are," said my father; "the knack of soldiering is
+indispensable to them."
+
+"Oh! you may say what you please here," said Roland, in high good humor,
+as he drew me downstairs, still apologizing for my quarters, and so
+earnestly that I made up my mind that I was to be put into an oubliette.
+Nor were my suspicions much dispelled on seeing that we had to leave the
+keep, and pick our way into what seemed to me a mere heap of rubbish on
+the dexter side of the court.  But I was agreeably surprised to find,
+amidst these wrecks, a room with a noble casement, commanding the whole
+country, and placed immediately over a plot of ground cultivated as a
+garden.  The furniture was ample, though homely; the floors and walls
+well matted; and, altogether, despite the inconvenience of having to
+cross the courtyard to get to the rest of the house, and being wholly
+without the modern luxury of a bell, I thought that I could not be
+better lodged.
+
+"But this is a perfect bower, my dear uncle!  Depend on it, it was the
+bower-chamber of the Dames de Caxton,--Heaven rest them!"
+
+"No," said my uncle, gravely, "I suspect it must have been the
+chaplain's room, for the chapel was to the right of you.  An earlier
+chapel, indeed, formerly existed in the keep tower; for, indeed, it is
+scarcely a true keep without a chapel, well, and hall.  I can show you
+part of the roof of the first, and the two last are entire; the well is
+very curious, formed in the substance of the wall at one angle of the
+hall.  In Charles the First's time our ancestor lowered his only son
+down in a bucket, and kept him there six hours, while a malignant mob
+was storming the tower.  I need not say that our ancestor himself
+scorned to hide from such a rabble, for he was a grown man.  The boy
+lived to be a sad spendthrift, and used the well for cooling his wine.
+He drank up a great many good acres."
+
+"I should scratch him out of the pedigree, if I were you.  But pray,
+have you not discovered the proper chamber of that great Sir William
+about whom my father is so shamefully sceptical?"
+
+"To tell you a secret," answered the Captain, giving me a sly poke in
+the ribs, "I have put your father into it!  There are the initial
+letters W. C. let into the cusp of the York rose, and the date, three
+years before the battle of Bosworth, over the chimney-piece."
+
+I could not help joining my uncle's grim, low laugh at this
+characteristic pleasantry; and after I had complimented him on so
+judicious a mode of proving his point, I asked him how he could possibly
+have contrived to fit up the ruin so well, especially as he had scarcely
+visited it since his purchase.
+
+"Why," said he, "some years ago that poor fellow you now see as my
+servant, and who is gardener, bailiff, seneschal, butler, and anything
+else you can put him to, was sent out of the army on the invalid list.
+So I placed him here; and as he is a capital carpenter, and has had a
+very fair education, I told him what I wanted, and put by a small sum
+every year for repairs and furnishing.  It is astonishing how little it
+cost me; for Bolt, poor fellow (that is his name), caught the right
+spirit of the thing, and most of the furniture (which you see is ancient
+and suitable) he picked up at different cottages and farm-houses in the
+neighborhood.  As it is, however, we have plenty more rooms here and
+there,--only, of late," continued my uncle, slightly changing color, "I
+had no money to spare.  But come," he resumed with an evident effort,
+"come and see my barrack; it is on the other side of the hall, and made
+out of what no doubt were the butteries."
+
+We reached the yard, and found the fly-coach had just crawled to the
+door.  My father's head was buried deep in the vehicle; he was gathering
+up his packages and sending out, oracle-like, various muttered
+objurgations and anathemas upon Mrs. Primmins and her vacuum, which Mrs.
+Primmins, standing by and making a lap with her apron to receive the
+packages and anathemas simultaneously, bore with the mildness of an
+angel, lifting up her eyes to heaven and murmuring something about "poor
+old bones,"--though as for Mrs. Primmins's bones, they had been myths
+these twenty years, and you might as soon have found a Plesiosaurus in
+the fat lands of Romney Marsh as a bone amidst those layers of flesh in
+which my poor father thought he had so carefully cottoned up his Cardan.
+
+Leaving these parties to adjust matters between them, we stepped under
+the low doorway and entered Roland's room.  Oh!  certainly Bolt had
+caught the spirit of the thing; certainly he had penetrated down to the
+pathos that lay within the deeps of Roland's character.  Buffon says,
+"The style is the man;" there, the room was the man.  That nameless,
+inexpressible, soldier--like, methodical neatness which belonged to
+Roland,--that was the first thing that struck one; that was the general
+character of the whole.  Then, in details, there, on stout oak shelves,
+were the books on which my father loved to jest his more imaginative
+brother; there they were,--Froissart, Barante, Joinville, the Mort
+d'Arthur, Amadis of Gaul, Spenser's Faerie Queene, a noble copy of
+Strutt's Horda, Mallet's Northern Antiquities, Percy's Reliques, Pope's
+Homer, books on gunnery, archery, hawking, fortification; old chivalry
+and modern war together, cheek-by-jowl.
+
+Old chivalry and modern war!  Look to that tilting helmet with the tall
+Caxton crest, and look to that trophy near it,--a French cuirass--and
+that old banner (a knight's pennon) surmounting those crossed bayonets.
+And over the chimneypiece there--bright, clean, and, I warrant you,
+dusted daily--are Roland's own sword, his holsters and pistols, yea, the
+saddle, pierced and lacerated, from which he had reeled when that leg--
+I gasped, I felt it all at a glance, and I stole softly to the spot,
+and, had Roland not been there, I could have kissed that sword as
+reverently as if it had been a Bayard's or a Sidney's.
+
+My uncle was too modest to guess my emotion; he rather thought I had
+turned my face to conceal a smile at his vanity, and said, in a
+deprecating tone of apology: "It was all Bolt's doing, foolish fellow!"
+
+(1) This certainly cannot be said of Cumberland generally, one of the
+most beautiful counties in Great Britain.  But the immediate district to
+which Mr. Caxton's exclamation refers, if not ugly, is at least savage,
+bare, and rude.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+
+Our host regaled us with a hospitality that notably contrasted his
+economical thrifty habits in London.  To be sure, Bolt had caught the
+great pike which headed the feast; and Bolt, no doubt, had helped to
+rear those fine chickens ab ovo; Bolt, I have no doubt, made that
+excellent Spanish omelette; and, for the rest, the products of the
+sheepwalk and the garden came in as volunteer auxiliaries,--very
+different from the mercenary recruits by which those metropolitan
+Condottieri, the butcher and greengrocer, hasten the ruin of that
+melancholy commonwealth called "genteel poverty."
+
+Our evening passed cheerfully; and Roland, contrary to his custom, was
+talker in chief.  It was eleven o'clock before Bolt appeared with a
+lantern to conduct me through the courtyard to my dormitory among the
+ruins,--a ceremony which, every night, shine or dark, he insisted upon
+punctiliously performing.
+
+It was long before I could sleep; before I could believe that but so few
+days had elapsed since Roland heard of his son's death,--that son whose
+fate had so long tortured him; and yet, never had Roland appeared so
+free from sorrow!  Was it natural, was it effort?  Several days passed
+before I could answer that question, and then not wholly to my
+satisfaction.  Effort there was, or rather resolute, systematic
+determination.  At moments Roland's head drooped, his brows met, and the
+whole man seemed to sink.  Yet these were only moments; he would rouse
+himself up, like a dozing charger at the sound of the trumpet, and shake
+off the creeping weight.  But whether from the vigor of his
+determination, or from some aid in other trains of reflection, I could
+not but perceive that Roland's sadness really was less grave and bitter
+than it had been, or than it was natural to suppose.  He seemed to
+transfer, daily, more and more, his affections from the dead to those
+around him, especially to Blanche and myself.  He let it be seen that he
+looked on me now as his lawful successor,--as the future supporter of
+his name; he was fond of confiding to me all his little plans, and
+consulting me on them.  He would walk with me around his domains (of
+which I shall say more hereafter),--point out, from every eminence we
+climbed, where the broad lands which his forefathers had owned stretched
+away to the horizon: unfold with tender hand the mouldering pedigree,
+and rest lingeringly on those of his ancestors who had held martial post
+or had died on the field.  There was a crusader who had followed Richard
+to Ascalon; there was a knight who had fought at Agincourt: there was a
+cavalier (whose picture was still extant), with fair love-locks, who had
+fallen at Worcester,--no doubt the same who had cooled his son in that
+well which the son devoted to more agreeable associations.  But of all
+these worthies there was none whom my uncle, perhaps from the spirit of
+contradiction, valued like that apocryphal Sir William.  And why?
+Because when the apostate Stanley turned the fortunes of the field at
+Bosworth, and when that cry of despair, "Treason! treason!" burst from
+the lips of the last Plantagenet, "amongst the faithless," this true
+soldier, "faithful found," had fallen in that lion rush which Richard
+made at his foe.  "Your father tells me that Richard was a murderer and
+usurper," quoth my uncle.  "Sir, that might be true or not; but it was
+not on the field of battle that his followers were to reason on the
+character of the master who trusted them, especially when a legion of
+foreign hirelings stood opposed to them.  I would not have descended
+from that turncoat Stanley to be lord of all the lands the earls of
+Derby can boast of.  Sir, in loyalty, men fight and die for a grand
+principle and a lofty passion; and this brave Sir William was paying
+back to the last Plantagenet the benefits he had received from the
+first!"
+
+"And yet it may be doubted," said I, maliciously, "whether William
+Caxton the printer did not--"
+
+Plague, pestilence, and fire seize William Caxton the printer, and his
+invention too!" cried my uncle, barbarously.
+
+"When there were only a few books, at least they were good ones; and now
+they are so plentiful, all they do is to confound the judgment, unsettle
+the reason, drive the good books out of cultivation, and draw a
+ploughshare of innovation over every ancient landmark; seduce the women,
+womanize the men, upset states, thrones, and churches; rear a race of
+chattering, conceited coxcombs who can always find books in plenty to
+excuse them from doing their duty; make the poor discontented, the rich
+crotchety and whimsical, refine away the stout old virtues into quibbles
+and sentiments!  All imagination formerly was expended in noble action,
+adventure, enterprise, high deeds, and aspirations; now a man can but be
+imaginative by feeding on the false excitement of passions he never
+felt, dangers he never shared, and he fritters away all there is of life
+to spare in him upon the fictitious love--sorrows of Bond Street and St.
+James's.  Sir, chivalry ceased when the Press rose!  And to fasten upon
+me, as a forefather, out of all men who ever lived and sinned, the very
+man who has most destroyed what I most valued,--who, by the Lord! with
+his cursed invention has well-nigh got rid of respect for forefathers
+altogether,--is a cruelty of which my brother had never been capable if
+that printer's devil had not got hold of him!"
+
+That a man in this blessed nineteenth century should be such a Vandal,
+and that my Uncle Roland should talk in a strain that Totila would have
+been ashamed of, within so short a time after my father's scientific and
+erudite oration on the Hygeiana of Books,--was enough to make one
+despair of the progress of intellect and the perfectibility of our
+species.  And I have no manner of doubt that, all the while, my uncle
+had a brace of books in his pockets, Robert Hall one of them!  In truth,
+he had talked himself into a passion, and did not know what nonsense he
+was saying.  But this explosion of Captain Roland's has shattered the
+thread of my matter.  Pouff!  I must take breath and begin again.
+
+Yes, in spite of my sauciness, the old soldier evidently took to me more
+and more.  And besides our critical examination of the property and the
+pedigree, he carried me with him on long excursions to distant villages
+where some memorial of a defunct Caxton, a coat of arms, or an epitaph
+on a tombstone, might be still seen.  And he made me pore over
+topographical works and county histories (forgetful, Goth that he was,
+that for those very authorities he was indebted to the repudiated
+printer!) to find some anecdote of his beloved dead!  In truth, the
+county for miles round bore the vestigia of those old Caxtons; their
+handwriting was on many a broken wall.  And obscure as they all were,
+compared to that great operative of the Sanctuary at Westminster whom my
+father clung to, still, that the yesterdays that had lighted them the
+way to dusty death had cast no glare on dishonored scutcheons seemed
+clear, from the popular respect and traditional affection in which I
+found that the name was still held in hamlet and homestead.  It was
+pleasant to see the veneration with which this small hidalgo of some
+three hundred a-year was held, and the patriarchal affection with which
+he returned it.  Roland was a man who would walk into a cottage, rest
+his cork leg on the hearth, and talk for the hour together upon all that
+lay nearest to the hearts of the owners.  There is a peculiar spirit of
+aristocracy amongst agricultural peasants: they like old names and
+families; they identify themselves with the honors of a house, as if of
+its clan.  They do not care so much for wealth as townsfolk and the
+middle class do; they have a pity, but a respectful one, for well-born
+poverty.  And then this Roland, too,--who would go and dine in a
+cookshop, and receive change for a shilling, and shun the ruinous luxury
+of a hack cabriolet,--could be positively extravagant in his
+liberalities to those around him.  He was altogether another being in
+his paternal acres.  The shabby-genteel, half-pay captain, lost in the
+whirl of London, here luxuriated into a dignified ease of manner that
+Chesterfield might have admired.  And if to please is the true sign of
+politeness, I wish you could have seen the faces that smiled upon
+Captain Roland as he walked down the village, nodding from side to side.
+
+One day a frank, hearty old woman, who had known Roland as a boy, seeing
+him lean on my arm, stopped us, as she said bluffly, to take a "geud
+luik" at me.
+
+Fortunately I was stalwart enough to pass muster, even in the eyes of a
+Cumberland matron; and after a compliment at which Roland seemed much
+pleased, she said to me, but pointing to the Captain,--
+
+"Hegh, sir, now you ha' the bra' time before you, you maun e'en try and
+be as geud as he.  And if life last, ye wull too; for there never waur a
+bad ane of that stock.  Wi' heads
+kindly stup'd to the least, and lifted manfu' oop to the heighest,--that
+ye all war' sin ye came from the Ark.  Blessin's on the ould name!
+though little pelf goes with it, it sounds on the peur man's ear like a
+bit of gould!"
+
+"Do you not see now," said Roland, as we turned away, "what we owe to a
+name, and what to our forefathers?  Do you not see why the remotest
+ancestor has a right to our respect and consideration,--for he was a
+parent?  'Honor your parents': the law does not say, 'Honor your
+children!'  If a child disgrace us, and the dead, and the sanctity of
+this great heritage of their virtues,--the name; if he does--" Roland
+stopped short, and added fervently, "But you are my heir now,--I have no
+fear!  What matter one foolish old man's sorrows?  The name, that
+property of generations, is saved, thank Heaven,--the name!"
+
+Now the riddle was solved, and I understood why, amidst all his natural
+grief for a son's loss, that proud father was consoled.  For he was less
+himself a father than a son,--son to the long dead.  From every grave
+where a progenitor slept, he had heard a parent's voice.  He could bear
+to be bereaved, if the forefathers were not dishonored.  Roland was more
+than half a Roman; the son might still cling to his household
+affections, but the Lares were a part of his religion.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+
+But I ought to be hard at work preparing myself for Cambridge.  The
+deuce! how can I?  The point in academical education on which I require
+most preparation is Greek composition.  I come to my father, who, one
+might think, was at home enough in this.  But rare indeed it is to find
+a great scholar who is a good teacher.
+
+My dear father, if one is content to take you in your own way, there
+never was a more admirable instructor for the heart, the head, the
+principles, or the taste,--when you have discovered that there is some
+one sore to be healed, one defect to be repaired; and you have rubbed
+your spectacles, and got your hand fairly into that recess between your
+frill and your waistcoat.  But to go to you cut and dry, monotonously,
+regularly, book and exercise in hand; to see the mournful patience with
+which you tear yourself from that great volume of Cardan in the very
+honeymoon of possession; and then to note those mild eyebrows gradually
+distend themselves into perplexed diagonals over some false quantity or
+some barbarous collocation, till there steal forth that horrible Papce!
+which means more on your lips than I am sure it ever did when Latin was
+a live language, and Papce a natural and unpedantic ejaculation!--no, I
+would sooner blunder through the dark by myself a thousand times than
+light my rushlight at the lamp of that Phlegethonian Papce!
+
+And then my father would wisely and kindly, but wondrous slowly, erase
+three fourths of one's pet verses, and intercalate others that one saw
+were exquisite, but could not exactly see why.  And then one asked why;
+and my father shook his head in despair, and said, "But you ought to
+feel why!"
+
+In short, scholarship to him was like poetry; he could no more teach it
+you than Pindar could have taught you how to make an ode.  You breathed
+the aroma, but you could no more seize and analyze it than, with the
+opening of your naked hand, you could carry off the scent of a rose.  I
+soon left my father in peace to Cardan and to the Great Book,--which
+last, by the way, advanced but slowly; for Uncle Jack had now insisted
+on its being published in quarto, with illustrative plates, and those
+plates took an immense time, and were to cost an immense sum,--but that
+cost was the affair of the Anti-Publisher Society.  But how can I settle
+to work by myself?  No sooner have I got into my room--penitus ab orbe
+divisus, as I rashly think--than there is a tap at the door.  Now it is
+my mother, who is benevolently engaged upon making curtains to all the
+windows (a trifling superfluity that Bolt had forgotten or disdained),
+and who wants to know how the draperies are fashioned at Mr.
+Trevanion's,--a pretence to have me near her, and see with her own eyes
+that I am not fretting; the moment she hears I have shut myself up in my
+room, she is sure that it is for sorrow.  Now it is Bolt, who is making
+bookshelves for my father, and desires to consult me at every turn,
+especially as I have given him a Gothic design, which pleases him
+hugely.  Now it is Blanche, whom, in an evil hour, I undertook to teach
+to draw, and who comes in on tiptoe, vowing she'll not disturb me, and
+sits so quiet that she fidgets me out of all patience.  Now, and much
+more often, it is the Captain, who wants me to walk, to ride, to fish.
+And, by St.  Hubert (saint of the chase) bright August comes, and there
+is moorgame on those barren wolds; and my uncle has given me the gun he
+shot with at my age,--single-barrelled, flint lock; but you would not
+have laughed at it if you had seen the strange feats it did in Roland's
+hands,--while in mine, I could always lay the blame on the flint lock!
+Time, in short, passed rapidly; and if Roland and I had our dark hours,
+we chased them away before they could settle,--shot them on the wing as
+they got up.
+
+Then, too, though the immediate scenery around my uncle's was so bleak
+and desolate, the country within a few miles was so full of objects of
+interest,--of landscapes so poetically grand or lovely; and occasionally
+we coaxed my father from the Cardan, and spent whole days by the margin
+of some glorious lake.
+
+Amongst these excursions I made one by myself to that house in which my
+father had known the bliss and the pangs of that stern first-love which
+still left its scars fresh on my own memory.  The house, large and
+imposing, was shut up,--the Trevanions had not been there for years,--
+the pleasure-grounds had been contracted into the smallest possible
+space.  There was no positive decay or ruin,--that Trevanion would never
+have allowed; but there was the dreary look of absenteeship everywhere.
+I penetrated into the house with the help of my card and half-a-crown.
+I saw that memorable boudoir,--I could fancy the very spot in which my
+father had heard the sentence that had changed the current of his life.
+And when I returned home, I looked with new tenderness on my father's
+placid brow, and blessed anew that tender helpmate who in her patient
+love had chased from it every shadow.
+
+I had received one letter from Vivian a few days after our arrival.  It
+had been re-directed from my father's house, at which I had given him my
+address.  It was short, but seemed cheerful.  He said that he believed
+he had at last hit on the right way, and should keep to it; that he and
+the world were better friends than they had been; that the only way to
+keep friends with the world was to treat it as a tamed tiger, and have
+one hand on a crowbar while one fondled the beast with the other.  He
+enclosed me a bank-note, which somewhat more than covered his debt to
+me, and bade me pay him the surplus when he should claim it as a
+millionnaire.  He gave me no address in his letter, but it bore the
+postmark of Godalming.  I had the impertinent curiosity to look into an
+old topographical work upon Surrey, and in a supplemental itinerary I
+found this passage: "To the left of the beech wood, three miles from
+Godalming, you catch a glimpse of the elegant seat of Francis Vivian,
+Esq."  To judge by the date of the work, the said Francis Vivian might
+be the grandfather of my friend, his namesake.  There could no longer be
+any doubt as to the parentage of this prodigal son.
+
+The long vacation was now nearly over, and all his guests were to leave
+the poor Captain.  In fact, we had made a considerable trespass on his
+hospitality.  It was settled that I was to accompany my father and
+mother to their long-neglected Penates, and start thence for Cambridge.
+
+Our parting was sorrowful,--even Mrs. Primmins wept as she shook hands
+with Bolt.  But Bolt, an old soldier, was of course a lady's man.  The
+brothers did not shake hands only,--they fondly embraced, as brothers of
+that time of life rarely do nowadays, except on the stage.  And Blanche,
+with one arm round my mother's neck and one round mine, sobbed in my
+ear: "But I will be your little wife, I will."  Finally, the fly-coach
+once more received us all,--all but poor Blanche, and we looked round
+and missed her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+
+Alma Mater!  Alma Mater!  New-fashioned folks, with their large theories
+of education, may find fault with thee.  But a true Spartan mother thou
+art: hard and stern as the old matron who bricked up her son Pausanius,
+bringing the first stone to immure him,--hard and stern, I say, to the
+worthless, but full of majestic tenderness to the worthy.
+
+For a young man to go up to Cambridge (I say nothing of Oxford, knowing
+nothing thereof) merely as routine work, to lounge through three years
+to a degree among the (Greek word),--for such an one Oxford Street
+herself, whom the immortal Opium-Eater hath so direly apostrophized, is
+not a more careless and stony-hearted mother.  But for him who will
+read, who will work, who will seize the rare advantages proffered, who
+will select his friends judiciously,--yea, out of that vast ferment of
+young idea in its lusty vigor choose the good and reject the bad,--there
+is plenty to make those three years rich with fruit imperishable, three
+years nobly spent, even though one must pass over the Ass's Bridge to
+get into the Temple of Honor.
+
+Important changes in the Academical system have been recently announced,
+and honors are henceforth to be accorded to the successful disciples in
+moral and natural sciences.  By the side of the old throne of Mathesis
+they have placed two very useful fauteuils a la Voltaire.  I have no
+objection; but in those three years of life it is not so much the thing
+learned as the steady perseverance in learning something that is
+excellent.
+
+It was fortunate, in one respect, for me that I had seen a little of the
+real world,--the metropolitan,--before I came to that mimic one,--the
+cloistral.  For what were called pleasures in the last, and which might
+have allured me, had I come fresh from school, had no charm for me now.
+Hard drinking and high play, a certain mixture of coarseness and
+extravagance, made the fashion among the idle when I was at the
+University, console Planco,--when Wordsworth was master of Trinity; it
+may be altered now.
+
+But I had already outlived such temptations, and so, naturally, I was
+thrown out of the society of the idle, and somewhat into that of the
+laborious.
+
+Still, to speak frankly, I had no longer the old pleasure in books.  If
+my acquaintance with the great world had destroyed the temptation to
+puerile excesses, it had also increased my constitutional tendency to
+practical action.  And, alas! in spite of all the benefit I had derived
+from Robert Hall, there were times when memory was so poignant that I
+had no choice but to rush from the lonely room haunted by tempting
+phantoms too dangerously fair, and sober Town the fever of the heart by
+some violent bodily fatigue.  The ardor which belongs to early youth,
+and which it best dedicates to knowledge, had been charmed prematurely
+to shrines less severely sacred.  Therefore, though I labored, it was
+with that full sense of labor which (as I found at a much later period
+of life) the truly triumphant student never knows.  Learning--that
+marble image--warms into life, not at the toil of the chisel, but the
+worship of the sculptor.  The mechanical workman finds but the voiceless
+stone.
+
+At my uncle's, such a thing as a newspaper rarely made its appearance.
+At Cambridge, even among reading men, the newspapers had their due
+importance.  Politics ran high; and I had not been three days at
+Cambridge before I heard Trevanion's name.  Newspapers, therefore, had
+their charms for me.  Trevanion's prophecy about himself seemed about to
+be fulfilled.  There were rumors of changes in the Cabinet.  Trevanion's
+name was bandied to and fro, struck from praise to blame, high and low,
+as a shuttlecock.  Still the changes were not made, and the Cabinet held
+firm.  Not a word in the "Morning Post," under the head of "fashionable
+intelligence," as to rumors that would have agitated me more than the
+rise and fall of governments; no hint of "the speedy nuptials of the
+daughter and sole heiress of a distinguished and wealthy commoner:" only
+now and then, in enumerating the circle of brilliant guests at the house
+of some party chief, I gulped back the heart that rushed to my lips when
+I saw the names of Lady Ellinor and Miss Trevanion.
+
+But amongst all that prolific progeny of the periodical Press, remote
+offspring of my great namesake and ancestor (for I hold the faith of my
+father), where was the "Literary Times"?  What had so long retarded its
+promised blossoms?  Not a leaf in the shape of advertisements had yet
+emerged from its mother earth.  I hoped from my heart that the whole
+thing was abandoned, and would not mention it in my letters home, lest I
+should revive the mere idea of it.  But in default of the "Literary
+Times" there did appear a new journal, a daily journal too,--a tall,
+slender, and meagre stripling, with a vast head, by way of prospectus,
+which protruded itself for three weeks successively at the top of the
+leading article, with a fine and subtle body of paragraphs, and the
+smallest legs, in the way of advertisements, that any poor newspaper
+ever stood upon!  And yet this attenuated journal had a plump and
+plethoric title,--a title that smacked of turtle and venison; an
+aldermanic, portly, grandiose, Falstaflian title: it was called The
+Capitalist.  And all those fine, subtle paragraphs were larded out with
+recipes how to make money.  There was an El Dorado in every sentence.
+To believe that paper, you would think no man had ever yet found a
+proper return for his pounds, shillings, and pence; you would turn up
+your nose at twenty per cent.  There was a great deal about Ireland,--
+not her wrongs, thank Heaven! but her fisheries; a long inquiry what had
+become of the pearls for which Britain was once so famous; a learned
+disquisition upon certain lost gold mines now happily re-discovered; a
+very ingenious proposition to turn London smoke into manure, by a new
+chemical process; recommendations to the poor to hatch chickens in ovens
+like the ancient Egyptians; agricultural schemes for sowing the waste
+lands in England with onions, upon the system adopted near Bedford,--net
+produce one hundred pounds an acre.  In short, according to that paper,
+every rood of ground might well maintain its man, and every shilling be,
+like Hobson's money-bag, "the fruitful parent of a hundred more."  For
+three days, at the newspaper room of the Union Club, men talked of this
+journal: some pished, some sneered, some wondered; till an ill-natured
+mathematician, who had just taken his degree, and had spare time on his
+hands, sent a long letter to the "Morning Chronicle," showing up more
+blunders, in some article to which the editor of "The Capitalist" had
+specially invited attention, than would have paved the whole island of
+Laputa.  After that time, not a soul read "The Capitalist."  How long it
+dragged on its existence I know not; but it certainly did not die of a
+maladie de langueur.
+
+Little thought I, when I joined in the laugh against "The Capitalist,"
+that I ought rather to have followed it to its grave, in black crape and
+weepers,--unfeeling wretch that I was!  But, like a poet, O
+"Capitalist"! thou Overt not discovered and appreciated and prized and
+mourned till thou Overt dead and buried, and the bill came in for thy
+monument.
+
+The first term of my college life was just expiring when I received a
+letter from my mother, so agitated, so alarming,--at first reading so
+unintelligible,--that I could only see that some great misfortune had
+befallen us; and I stopped short and dropped on my knees to pray for the
+life and health of those whom that misfortune more specially seemed to
+menace; and then, towards the end of the last blurred sentence, read
+twice, thrice, over,--I could cry, "Thank Heaven, thank Heaven! it is
+only, then, money after all!"
+
+
+
+
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