GREAT MARCH OF INTELLECT.
Now I come to larger actions, and the rise of great events, and the
movements of mankind, enough to make their mother earth tremble, and
take them for suicides, and even grudge her bosom for their naked
burial. Often had I longed for war, not from love of slaughter, but
because it is so good for us. It calls out the strength of a man from
his heart, into the swing of his legs and arms, and fills him with his
duty to the land that is his mother; and scatters far away small things,
and shows beyond dispute God's wisdom, when He made us male and female.
The fair sex (after long peace) always want to take the lead of us,
having rash faith in their quicker vigour of words and temper. But they
prove their goodness always, coming down to their work at once, when the
blood flows, and the bones are split into small splinters, and a man
dies bravely in their arms, through doing his duty to them.
But though war is good, no doubt (till men shall be too good for it),
there was not one man as yet in Great Britain, who would have gone of
his own accord into the grand and endless war at this time impending.
Master Roger Berkrolles told me that throughout all history (every in
and out of which he knew, while pretending otherwise) never had been
known such war, and destruction of God's men, as might now be looked
for. He said that it was no question now of nation against nation, such
as may be fought out and done with, after rapid victory; neither a piece
of mere covetousness for a small advance of dominion; nor even a contest
of dynasties, which might prove the tougher one. But that it was
universal clash; half of mankind imbittered to a deadly pitch with the
other half; and that now no peace could be, till one side was crushed
under.
These things were beyond my grasp of widest comprehension, neither could
I desire a war, begun about nothing, anyhow. If the Frenchmen insulted
our flag, or wanted back some of their islands, or kept us from
examining their customs (when imported), no true Briton could hesitate
to keep his priming ready.
But at present they were only plucking up courage to affront us, being
engrossed with their own looseness, and broad spread of idiocy. For they
even went the length of declaring all men to be equal, the whole world
common property, and the very names of the months all wrong! After this
it was natural, and one might say the only sensible thing they ever did,
to deny the existence of their Maker. For it could hardly be argued that
the Almighty ever did lay hand to such a lot of scoundrels.
Now if these rats of the bilge-hole had chosen to cock their tails in
their dirt, and devour one another, pleasure alone need have been the
feeling of the human race looking down at them. But the worst of it was
that real men, and women, far above them, took up their filthy tricks
and antics, and their little buck-jumps, and allowed their judgment so
to be taken with grimaces--even as a man who mocks a fit may fall into
it--that in every country there were "sympathisers with the great and
glorious march of intellect."
In Devonshire, I had heard none of all this, for none of the servants
ever set eyes, or desired to do so, on "public journals." They had heard
of these, but believed them to be very dangerous and wicked things; also
devoid of interest, for what was the good of knowing things which
anybody else might know?[E]
And even if they had taken trouble ever to hear of the great outbreak,
they would have replied (until it led to recruiting in their own
parish), "Thiccy be no consarn to we."
But in our enlightened neighbourhood things were very different. There
had long been down among us ever so many large-minded fellows, anxious
to advance mankind, by great jumps, towards perfection. And in this they
showed their wisdom (being all young bachelors) to strive to catch the
golden age before they got rheumatics.
However, to men whose life has been touched with the proper grey and
brown of earth, all these bright ideas seemed a baseless dance of
rainbows. Man's perfection was a thing we had not found in this world;
and being by divine wisdom weaned from human pride concerning it, we
could be well content to wait our inevitable opportunity for seeking it
in the other world. We had found this world wag slowly; sometimes
better, and sometimes worse, pretty much according to the way in which
it treated us. Neither had we yet perceived, in the generation newly
breeched, any grand advance, but rather a very poor backsliding, from
what we were at their time of life. We all like a strong fellow when we
see him; and we all like a very bright child, who leaps through our
misty sense of childhood. To either of these an average chap knocks
under, when quite sure of it. And yet, in our parish, there was but one
of the one sort, and one of the other. Bardie, of course, of the new
generation; and old Davy of the elder. It vexes me to tell the truth so.
But how can I help it, unless I spoil my story?
Ever so many people got a meeting in the chapel up, to sign a paper, and
to say that nobody could guess the mischief done by all except
themselves. They scouted the French Revolution as the direct work of the
devil; and in the very next sentence vowed it the work of the seventh
angel, to shatter the Church of England. They came with this rubbish for
me to sign; and I signed it (and some of them also) with my
well-attested toe and heel.
After such a demonstration, any man of candid mind falls back on
himself, to judge if he may have been too forcible. But I could not see
my way to any cross-road of repentance; and when I found what good I had
done, I wished that I had kicked harder. By doing so, I might have
quenched a pestilential doctrine; as every orthodox person told me, when
they heard how the fellows ran. But--as my bad luck always conquers--I
had but a pair of worn-out pumps on, and the only toe which a man can
trust (through his own defects of discipline) happened to be in hospital
now, and short of spring and flavour. Nevertheless some good was done.
For Parson Lougher not only praised me, but in his generous manner
provided a new pair of shoes for me, to kick harder, if again so
visited. And the news of these prevented them.
But even the way these fellows had to rub themselves was not enough to
stop the spreading of low opinions; for the strength of my manifestation
was impressive rather than permanent. Also all the lower lot of
Nonconformists and schismatics ran with their tongues out, like mad
dogs, all over the country raving, snapping at every good gentleman's
heels, and yelping that the seventh vial was open, and the seventh seal
broken. To argue with a gale of wind would show more sense than to try
discussion with such a set of ninnies; and when I asked them to
reconcile their admiration of atheism with their religious fervour, one
of them answered bravely that he would rather worship the Goddess of
Reason than the God of the Church of England.
However, the followers of John Wesley, and all the respectable
Methodists, scouted these ribalds as much as we did; and even Hezekiah
had the sense to find himself going too far with them, and to repair the
seventh seal, and clap it on Hepzibah's mouth. For how could he sell a
clock, if time was declared by the trumpet to be no more?
Amid this universal turmoil, uproar, and upheaving, I received a letter
from Captain Bampfylde, very short, and without a word of thanks for
what I had done for him, but saying that he was just appointed to the
Bellona, 74, carrying 6 carronades on the poop; that she was fitting now
at Chatham, and in two months' time would be at Spithead, where he was
to man her. He believed that the greater part of the fine ship's company
of the Thetis would be only too glad to sail under him, and he was
enabled to offer me the master's berth, if I saw fit. He said that he
knew my efficiency, but would not have ventured to take this step but
for what I had told him about my thorough acquirement of navigation
under the care of a learned man. After saying that if I reported myself
at Narnton Court by the end of October he would have me cared for and
sent on, he concluded with these stirring words:--
"There is a great war near at hand; our country will want every man,
young or old, who can fight a gun."
These last words fixed my resolve. I had not been very well treated,
perhaps; at any rate, my abilities had not been recognised too highly,
lest they should have to be paid for with a little handsomeness. But a
man of large mind allows for this, feeling that the world, of course,
would gladly have him at half-price. But when it came to talking of the
proper style to fight a gun, how could I give way to any small
considerations?
Fuzzy and Ike were stealing rock at this particular period in a new
ketch called the Devil (wholly in honour of Parson Chowne); and through
these worthy fellows, and Bang (now the most trustworthy of all), I sent
a letter to Narnton Court, accepting the mastership of his Majesty's
ship of the line, Bellona.
Now everybody in earnest began to call me "Captain Llewellyn"--not at my
own instigation, but in spite of all done to the contrary. The master of
a ship must be the captain, they argued, obstinately; and my well-known
modesty had the blame of all that I urged against it. But I need not say
any more about it; because the war has gone on so long, and so many
seamen have now been killed, that the nation has been stirred up to
learn almost a little about us.
While I was dwelling on all these subjects, who should appear but Miss
Delushy, newly delivered from Candleston Court, on her round of high
education? And to my amazement, who but Lieutenant Bluett delivered her?
I had not even heard that he was come home; so much does a man, when he
rises in life, fail in proper wakefulness! But now he leaped down from
the forecastle, and with a grave and most excellent courtesy, and his
bright uniform very rich and noble, and his face outdoing it, forth he
led this little lady, who was clad in simple grey. She descended quite
as if it was the proper thing to do; and then she turned and kissed the
tips of her fingers to him gracefully. And she was not yet eleven years
old! How can we be amazed at any revolutions after this?
"Bardie!" I cried, with some indignation, as if she were growing beyond
my control; and she stood on the spring of her toes exactly as she had
done when two years old, and offered her bright lips for a kiss, to
prove that she was not arrogant. None but a surly bear could refuse her;
still my feelings were deeply hurt, that other people should take
advantage of my being from home so much, to wean the affections of this
darling from her own old Davy, and perhaps to set up a claim for her.
Berkrolles knew what my rights were; and finding him such a quiet man,
I gave it to him thoroughly well, before I went to bed that night. I let
him know that his staying there depended wholly upon myself; not only as
his landlord, but as holding such a position now in Newton, and Nottage,
and miles around, that the lifting of my finger would leave him without
a scholar or a crust. Also I wished him to know that he must not, as a
wretched landsman, take any liberties with me, because I had allowed him
gratis to impart to me the vagueness of what he called "Mathematics," in
the question of navigation. Of that queer science I made out some; but
the rest went from me, through the clearness of my brain (which let
things pass through it); otherwise I would have paid him gladly, if he
had earned it. But he said (or I may myself have said, to suggest some
sense to him) that my brain was now too full of experience for
experiments. And of all the knowledge put into me by this good man
carefully, and I may say laboriously, I could not call to mind a letter,
figure, stroke, or even sign, when I led the British fleet into action,
at the battle of the Nile. Nevertheless, it may all have been there,
steadily underlying all, coming through great moments, like a quiet
perspiration.
But if I could not take much learning, here was some one else who could;
and there could be no finer sight for lovers of education than to watch
old Mr Berkrolles and his pupil entering into the very pith of
everything. I could not perceive any cause for excitement, in a dull
matter of this sort; nevertheless they seemed to manage to get stirred
up about it. For when they came to any depth of mystery for fathoming,
it was beautiful to behold the long white hair and the short brown curls
dancing together over it. That good old Roger was so clever in every
style of teaching, that he often feigned not to know a thing of the
simplest order to him; so that his pupil might work it out, and have a
bit of triumph over him. He knew that nothing puts such speed into
little folk and their steps--be they of mind or body--as to run a race
with grown-up people, whether nurse or tutor.
But in spite of all these brilliant beams of knowledge now shed over
her, our poor Bardie was held fast in an awkward cleft of conscience. I
may not have fully contrived to show that this little creature was as
quick of conscience as myself almost; although, of course, in a smaller
way, and without proper sense of proportions. But there was enough of it
left to make her sigh very heavily, lest she might have gone too far in
one way or the other. Her meaning had been, from her earliest years, to
marry, or be married. She had promised me through my grey whiskers often
(with two years to teach her her own mind), never, as long as she lived,
to accept any one but old Davy. We had settled it ever so many times,
while she sate upon my shoulder; and she smacked me every now and then,
to prove that she meant matrimony. Now, when I called to her mind all
this, she said that I was an old stupid, and she meant to do just what
she liked; though admitting that everybody wanted her. And after a
little thought she told me, crossing her legs (in the true old style),
and laying down her lashes, that her uncertainty lay between Master
Roger and Mr Bluett. She had promised them both, she did believe,
without proper time to think of it; and could she marry them both,
because the one was so young and the other so old? I laid before her
that the proper middle age of matrimony could not be attained in this
way; though in the present upside-down of the world it might come to be
thought of. And then she ran away and danced (exactly as she used to
do), and came back with her merry laugh to argue the point again with
me.
Before I set off for Narnton Court, on my way to join the Bellona,
Lieutenant Bluett engaged my boat and my services, both with oar and
net, for a day's whole pleasure off shore and on. I asked how many he
meant to take, for the craft was a very light one; but he answered, "As
many as ever he chose, for he hoped that two officers of the Royal Navy
knew better than to swamp a boat in a dead calm such as this was." My
self-respect derived such comfort from his outspoken and gallant way of
calling me a brother officer (as well as from the most delicate air of
ignorance which he displayed when I took up a two-guinea piece which
happened to have come through my roof at this moment perhaps, or at any
rate somehow to be lying in an old tobacco-box on my table), that I
declared my boat and self at his command entirely.
We had a very pleasant party, and not so many as to endanger us, if the
ladies showed good sense. Colonel Lougher and Lady Bluett, also the
lieutenant, of course, and a young lady staying at Candleston Court, and
doing her utmost to entrap the youthful sailor--her name has quite
escaped me--also Delushy, and myself. These were all, or would have been
all, if Master Rodney had not chanced, as we marched away from my
cottage, with two men carrying hampers, to espy, in the corner of the
old well, a face so sad, and eyes so black, that they pierced his happy
and genial heart.
"I'll give it to you, you sly minx," I cried, "for an impudent, brazen
trick like this. What orders did I give you, Miss? A master of a ship of
the line, and not master of his own grandchild!"
The young lieutenant laughed so that the rushes on the sandhills shook,
for he saw in a moment all the meaning of this most outrageous trick.
Bunny, forgetting her grade in life, had been crying, ever since she
awoke, at receiving no invitation to this great festivity. She had even
shown ill-will and jealousy towards Bardie, and a want of proper
submission to her inevitable rank in the world. I perceived that these
vile emotions grew entirely from the demagogic spirit of the period,
which must be taken in hand at once. Wherefore I boxed her ears with
vigour, and locked her into an empty cupboard, there to wait for our
return, with a junk of bread and a cheese-rind. However, she made her
way out, as her father had done with the prison of Dunkirk; and here she
was in spite of all manners, good faith, and discipline.
"Let her come; she deserves to come; she shall come," Master Rodney
cried; and as all the others said the same, I was forced to give in to
it; and upon the whole I was proud perhaps of our Bunny's resolution.
Neither did it turn out ill, but rather a good luck for us, because the
young lady who wooed the lieutenant proved her entire unfitness for a
maritime alliance, by wanting, before we had long been afloat, although
the sea was as smooth as a duck-pond, some one to attend upon her.
Every one knows what the Tuskar Rock is, and the caves under Southern
Down; neither am I at all of a nature to dwell upon eating and drinking.
And though all these were of lofty order, and I made a fire of
wreck-wood (just to broil some collops of a sewin, who came from the
water into it, through a revival of my old skill; and to do a few
oysters in their shells, with their gravy sputtering, to let us know
when they were done, and to call for a bit of butter), no small
considerations, or most grateful memories of flavour could have
whispered to me twice, thus to try my mouth with waterings over such a
cookery. But I have two reasons for enlarging on this happy day; and
these two would be four at once, if any one contradicted them.
My chief reason is that poor dear Bardie first obtained a pure
knowledge of her desolate state upon that occasion;--at least so far as
we can guess what works inside the little chips of skulls that we call
babyish. Everybody had spoiled her so (being taken with her lovingness,
and real newness of going on, and power to look into things, together
with such a turn for play as never can be satiated in a world like ours;
not to mention heaps of things which you must see to understand), let me
not overdo it now, in saying that this little dear had taken such good
education, through my liberal management, as to long to know a little
more about herself, if possible.
This is a very legitimate wish, and deserving of more encouragement than
most of us care to give to it; because so many of us are not the waifs
and strays, and salvage only, but the dead shipwrecks of ourselves;
content with the bottom of the great deep, only if no shallow fellows
shall come diving down for us.
Having the joy of sun and sea, and the gratitude for a most lovely
dinner, such as none could take from me, I happened to lie on my oars
and think, while all my passengers roved on the rock. They were astray
upon bladder-weed, pop-weed, dellusk, oar-weed, ribbons, frills, kelp,
wrack, or five-tails--anything you like to call them, without falling
over them. My orders were to stand off and on, till the gentry had
amused themselves. Only I must look alive; for the Tuskar rock would be
two fathoms under water, in about four hours, at a mile and a half from
the nearest land.
The sunset wanted not so much as a glance of sea to answer it, but lay
hovering quietly, and fading beneath the dark brows of the cliffs; which
do sometimes glorify, and sometimes so discourage it. The meaning of the
weather and the arrangement of the sky and sea, was not to make a show
for once, but to let the sunset gently glide into the twilight, and the
twilight take its time for melting into starlight. This I never thus
have watched except in our old island.
There was not a wave to be seen or felt, only the glassy heave of the
tide lifted my boat every now and then, or lapped among the wrinkles of
the rocks, and spread their fringes. Not a sound was in the air, and on
the water nothing, except the little tinkling softness of the drops that
feathered off from my suspended oar-blades.
Floating round a corner thus, I came upon a sight as gently sad as sky
and sea were. A little maid was leaning on a shelf of stone with her
hair dishevelled as the kelp it mingled with. Her plain brown hat was
cast aside, and her clasped hands hid her face, while her slender feet
hung down, and scarcely cared to paddle in the water that embraced them.
Now and then a quiet sob, in harmony with the evening tide, showed that
the storm of grief was over, but the calm of deep sorrow abiding.
"What is the matter, my pretty dear?" I asked, after landing, and
coaxing her. "Tell old Davy; Captain David will see the whole of it put
to rights."
"It cannot be put to yights," she answered, being even now unable to
pronounce the _r_ aright, although it was rather a lisp than any clear
sound that supplied its place; "it never can be put to yights: when the
other children had fathers and mothers, God left me outside of them; and
the young lady says that I must not aspiya ever to marry a gentleman. I
am ony fit for Watkin, or Tommy-Toms, or nobody! Old Dyo, why did I
never have a father or a mother?"
"My dear, you had plenty of both," I replied; "but they were
shipwrecked, and so were you. Only before the storm came on, you were
put into this boat somehow, nobody living can tell how, and the boat
came safe, though the ship was wrecked."
"This boat!" she cried, spreading out her hands to touch it upon either
side--for by this time I had shipped her--"was it this boat saved me?"
"Yes, you beauty of the world. Now tell me what that wicked girl had the
impudence to say to you."
This I need not here set down. Enough that it flowed from jealousy,
jealousy of the lowest order, caused by the way in which Lieutenant
Rodney played with Bardie. This of course interfered with the lady's
chances of spreading nets for him, so that soon she lost her temper,
fell upon Delushy, and upbraided her for being no more than an utterly
unknown castaway.