THE BOYS.
The family of Challis, of Bradford Orcas, is well known; here there
has always been a Challis from time immemorial. They are said to
have been on the land before the time of the Conqueror. But because
they have never been a great family, like the Mohuns of Dunster,
but only modest gentle-folk with some four or five hundred pounds
a year, they have not suffered, like those great houses, from the
civil wars, which, when they raged in the land, brought in their
train so many attainders, sequestrations, beheadings, imprisonments,
and fines. Whether the Barons fought, or whether Cavaliers and
Roundheads, the Challises remained at Bradford Orcas.
Since the land is theirs and the village, it is reasonable that
they should have done everything that has been done for the place.
One of them built the church, but I know not when; another built
the tower; another gave the peal of bells. He who reigned here in
the time of Henry VII., built the Manor House; another built the
mill; the monuments in the church are all put up to the memory of
Challises dead and gone; there is one, a very stately tomb, which
figures, to the life, Sir William Challis (who died in the time
of Queen Elizabeth), carved in marble, and coloured, kneeling at
a desk; opposite to him is his second wife, Grace, also kneeling.
Behind the husband are three boys, on their knees, and behind the
wife are three girls. Apart from this group is the effigy of Filipa,
Sir Christopher's first wife, with four daughters kneeling behind
her. I was always sorry for Filipa, thus separated and cut off from
the society of her husband. There are brasses on the floor with
figures of other Challises, and tablets in the wall, and the Challis
coat-of-arms is everywhere, cut in lozenges, and painted in wood,
and shining in the east window. It seemed to me, in my young days,
that it was the grandest thing in the world to be a Challis.
In this family there was a laudable practice with the younger sons,
that they stayed not at home, as is too often their custom, leading
indolent lives without ambition or fortune, but they sallied forth
and sought fortune in trade, or in the Law, or in the Church, or
in foreign service--wherever fortune is to be honourably won--so
that, though I daresay some have proved dead and dry branches,
others have put forth flowers and fruit abundantly, forming new
and vigorous trees sprung from the ancient root. Thus, some have
become judges: and some bishops: and some great merchants: some
have crossed the ocean and are now settled in the Plantations: some
have attained rank and estates in the service of the Low Countries.
Thus, Sir Christopher's brother Humphrey went to London and became a
Levant merchant and adventurer, rising to great honour and becoming
alderman. I doubt not that he would have been made Lord Mayor but
for his untimely death. And as for his wealth, which was rumoured to
be so great--but you shall hear of this in due time.
That goodly following of his household which you have seen enter
the church on Farewell Sunday, was shortly afterwards broken into
by death. There fell upon the village (I think it was in the year
1665) the scourge of a putrid fever, of which there died, besides
numbers of the village folk, Madam herself--the honoured wife of
Sir Christopher--Humphrey his son, and Madam Patience Boscorel, his
daughter. There were left to Sir Christopher, therefore, only his
daughter-in-law and his grandsons Robin and Benjamin. And in that
year his household was increased by the arrival of his grand-nephew
Humphrey. This child was the grandson of Sir Christopher's brother,
the Turkey or Levant merchant of whom I have spoken. He was rich
and prosperous: his ships sailed out every year laden with I know
not what, and returned with figs, dates, spices, gums, silks,
and all kinds of precious commodities from Eastern parts. It is,
I have been told, a profitable trade, but subject to terrible
dangers from Moorish pirates, who must be bravely fought and beaten
off, otherwise ship and cargo will be taken, and captain and crew
driven into slavery. Mr. Challis dwelt in Thames-street, close to
Tower-hill. It is said that he lived here in great splendour, as
befits a rich merchant who is also an Alderman.
Now, in the year 1665, as is very well known, a great plague broke
out in the city. There were living in the house in Thames-street the
Alderman, his wife, his son, his son's wife, a daughter, and his
grandson, little Humphrey. On the first outbreak of the pestilence
they took counsel together and resolved that the child should be
first sent away to be out of danger, and that they would follow if
the plague spread.
This was done, and a sober man, one of their porters or
warehousemen, carried the child with his nurse all the way from
London to Bradford Orcas. Alas! Before the boy reached his
great-uncle, the house in Thames-street was attacked by the plague,
and everyone therein perished. Thus was poor little Humphrey
deprived of his parents. I know not who were his guardians or
trustees, or what steps, if any, were taken to inquire into the
Alderman's estate; but when, next year, the Great Fire of London
destroyed the house in Thames-street, with so many others, all
the estate, whatever it had been, vanished, and could no more be
traced. There must have been large moneys owing. It is certain that
he had ventures in ships. It has been supposed that he owned many
houses in the City, but they were destroyed and their very sites
forgotten, and no deeds or papers, or any proof of ownership, were
left. Moreover, there was nobody charged with inquiring into this
orphan's affairs. Therefore, in the general confusion, nothing at
all was saved out of what had been a goodly property, and the child
Humphrey was left without a guinea in the world. Thus unstable is
Fortune.
I know not whether Humphrey received a fall in his infancy, or
whether he was born with his deformity, but the poor lad grew up
with a crooked figure, one shoulder being higher than the other, and
his legs short, so that he looked as if his arms were too long for
him. We, who saw him thus every day, paid no heed, nor did he suffer
from any of those cruel gibes and taunts which are often passed upon
lads thus afflicted. As he was by nature or misfortune debarred from
the rough sports which pleased his cousins, the boy gave himself up
to reading and study, and to music. His manner of speech was soft
and gentle; his voice was always sweet, and afterwards became strong
as well, so that I have never heard a better singer. His face--ah!
my brother Humphrey, what a lovely face was thine! All goodness,
surely, was stamped upon that face. Never, never, did an unworthy
thought defile that candid soul, or a bad action cast a cloud upon
that brow!
As for Robin, Sir Christopher's grandson, I think he was always
what he is still, namely, one of a joyous heart and a cheerful
countenance. As a boy, he laughed continually, would sing more
willingly than read, would play rather than work, loved to course
and shoot and ride better than to learn Latin grammar, and would
readily off coat and fight with any who invited him. Yet not a fool
or a clown, but always a gentleman in manners, and one who read
such things as behove a country gentleman, and scrupulous as to the
point of honour. Such as he is still such he was always. And of a
comely presence, with a rosy cheek and bright eyes, and the strength
of a young David, as well as his ruddy and goodly countenance.
The name of David, I am told, means 'darling.' Therefore ought my
Robin to have been named David. There were two other boys--Barnaby,
my brother, who was six years older than myself, and, therefore,
always to me a great boy; and Benjamin, the son of the Rev. Mr.
Boscorel--the Rector. Barnaby grew up so broad and strong that
at twelve he would have passed easily for seventeen; his square
shoulders, deep chest, and big limbs made him like a bull for
strength. Yet he was shorter than most, and looked shorter than
he was by reason of his great breadth. He was always exercising
his strength; he would toss the hay with the haymakers, and carry
the corn for the reapers, and thresh with the flail, and guide
the plough. He loved to climb great trees, and fell to them with
an axe. Everybody in the village admired his wonderful strength.
Unfortunately, he loved not books, and could never learn anything,
so that when, by dint of great application and many repetitions, he
had learned a little piece of a Latin verb, he straightway forgot it
in the night, and so, next day, there was another flogging. But that
he heeded little. He was five years older than Robin, and taught
him all his woodcraft--where to find pheasants' eggs, how to catch
squirrels, how to trap weasels and stoats, how to hunt the otter,
how to make a goldfinch whistle and a raven talk--never was there
such a master of that wisdom which doth not advance a man in the
world.
Now, before Barnaby's birth, his mother, after the manner of Hannah,
gave him solemnly unto the Lord all the days of his life, and, after
his birth, her husband, after the manner of Elkanah, said: 'Do
what seemeth thee good; only the Lord establish his word.' He was,
therefore, to become a minister, like his father before him. Alas!
poor Barnaby could not even learn the Latin verbs, and his heart,
it was found, as he grew older, was wholly set upon the things of
this world. Wherefore, my mother prayed for him daily while she sat
at her work, that his heart might be turned, and that he might get
understanding.
As for the fourth of the boys, Benjamin Boscorel, he was about two
years younger than Barnaby, a boy who, for want of a mother, and
because his father was careless of him, grew up rough and coarse in
manners and in speech, and boastful of his powers. To hear Ben talk
you would think that all the boys of his school (the grammar school
of Sherborne) were heroes; that the Latin taught was of a quality
superior to that which Robin and Humphrey learnt of my father; and
that when he himself went out into the world, the superiority of his
parts would be immediately perceived and acknowledged.
Those who watch boys at play together--girls more early learn to
govern themselves and to conceal their thoughts, if not their
tempers--may, after a manner, predict the future character of every
one. There is the man who wants all for himself, and still wants
more, and will take all and yield nothing, save on compulsion, and
cares not a straw about his neighbour--such was Benjamin, as a boy.
There is the man who gives all generously--such was Robin. There is,
again, the man whose mind is raised above the petty cares of the
multitude, and dwells apart, occupied with great thoughts--such was
Humphrey. Lastly, there is the man who can act but cannot think;
who is born to be led; who is full of courage and of strength, and
leaves all to his commander, captain, or master--such was Barnaby.
As I think of these lads it seems as if the kind of man into which
each would grow must have been stamped upon their foreheads. Perhaps
to the elders this prognostic was easy to read.
They suffered me to play with them or to watch them at play. When
the boys went off to the woods I went with them. I watched them
set their traps--I ran when they ran. And then, as now, I loved
Robin and Humphrey. But I could not endure--no; not even the touch
of him--Benjamin, with the loud laugh and the braggart voice, who
laughed at me because I was a girl and could not fight. The time
came when he did not laugh at me because I was a girl. And oh! to
think--only to think--of the time that came after that!