CHAPTER XV. Hugh Calveley.

Jocelyn at once comprehended that the person who had thus dashed the

nosegay to the ground could be no other than Hugh Calveley. But all

doubt on the point was removed by Aveline herself who exclaimed in a

reproachful tone--"O father! what have you done?"

"What have I done?" the Puritan rejoined, speaking in a loud voice, as

if desirous that his words should reach the assemblage outside. "I have

done that which thou thyself should'st have done, Aveline. I have

signified my abhorrence of this vain ceremonial. But wherefore do I find

you here? This is no fitting sight for any discreet maiden to witness;

and little did I think that daughter of mine would encourage such

profane displays by her presence. Little did I think that you, Aveline,

would look on and smile while these ignorant and benighted folk set up

their idol, piping, dancing, and singing around it as the Gentiles did

at the dedications of their deities. For it _is_ an idol they have set

up, and they have become like the heathens, worshippers of stocks and

stones. Are we not expressly forbidden by the Holy Scriptures to make

unto ourselves idols and graven images? The sins of idolatry and

superstition will assuredly provoke the Divine displeasure, and kindle

the fire of its wrath, as they did in the days of Moses, after the

worshipping of the Golden Calf by the Israelites. Thus spake offended

Heaven:--'Let me alone that my wrath may wax hot against them, and that

I may consume them.' Grievously will the Lord punish such as are guilty

of these sins, for hath He not declared, as we read in Leviticus, 'I

will make your cities waste, and bring your sanctuaries to desolation?'

And be assured, O daughter, that heavy judgments will descend upon the

land, if warning be not taken in time."

"Nay, dear father, I cannot view the matter in the same serious light

that you do," Aveline rejoined, "neither do I think evil can be derived

from pastimes like the present, unless by the evil disposed. I must

frankly own that it is pleasant to me to witness such innocent enjoyment

as is here exhibited; while as to yon May-pole, with its pretty floral

decorations, I can never be brought to regard it as an emblem of

superstition and idolatry. Nevertheless, had you commanded me to refrain

from the sight, I would unhesitatingly have obeyed you. But I thought I

was free to follow my own inclinations."

"Why so you were, child," the Puritan rejoined, "because I had full

reliance on you, and did not conceive you could have been so easily

beguiled by Satan. I lament to find you cannot discern the superstition

and wickedness lurking within this false, though fair-seeming spectacle.

Do you not perceive that in setting up this wooden idol, and worshipping

it, these people are returning to the dark and sinful practices of

Paganism of which it is an undoubted remnant? If you cannot discern

this, I will make it manifest to you anon. But I tell you now briefly,"

he continued in a voice of thunder, calculated to reach those at a

distance, "that the ceremony is impious; that those who take part in it

are idolaters; and that those who look on and approve are participators

in the sin; yea, are equal in sin to the actors themselves."

Hereupon some murmurs of displeasure arose among the crowd, but they

were instantly checked by the curiosity generally felt to hear Aveline's

reply, which was delivered in clear and gentle, but distinct tones.

"Far be it from me to dispute with you, dear father," she said; "and it

is with reluctance that I offer an opinion at all adverse to your own.

But it seems to me impossible to connect these pastimes with heathenish

and superstitious rites; for though they may bear some resemblance to

ceremonials performed in honour of the goddesses Maia and Flora, yet,

such creeds being utterly forgotten, and their spirit extinct, it cannot

revive in sports that have merely reference to harmless enjoyment. Not

one, I am sure, of these worthy folk has the slightest thought of

impiety."

"You know not what you say, girl," the Puritan rejoined sharply. "The

evil spirit is _not_ extinct, and these growing abominations prove it to

be again raising its baleful crest to pollute and destroy. Listen to my

words, ye vain and foolish ones!" he continued, advancing to the front

of the window, and stretching forth his arms towards the assemblage.

"Repent! and amend your ways ere it be too late! Hew down the offensive

idol, which you term your May-pole, and cast it into the flames! Cease

your wanton sports, your noisy pipings, your profane dances, your filthy

tipplings. Hear what the prophet Isaiah saith:--'Wo to them that rise up

early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink.' And

again:--'Wo to the drunkards of Ephraim.' And I say Wo unto you also,

for you are like unto those drunkards. 'O do not this abominable thing

that my soul hateth.' Be not guilty of the brutish sin of drunkenness.

Reflect on the words of holy Job,--'They take the timbrel and harp, and

rejoice at the sound of the organ. They spend their days in mirth, and

in a moment go down, to the grave.' Hew down your idol I say again.

Consume it utterly, and scatter its ashes to the winds. Strip off the

gaudes and tinsel in which you have decked your foolish May Queen. Have

done with your senseless and profane mummeries; and dismiss your Robin

Hoods, your Friar Tucks, and your Hobby-horses. Silence your pestilent

minstrels, and depart peaceably to your own homes. Abandon your sinful

courses, or assuredly 'the Lord will come upon you unawares, and cut you

in sunder, and appoint your portion among unbelievers.'"

So sonorous was the voice of the Puritan, so impressive were his looks

and gestures, that his address commanded general attention. While he

continued to speak, the sports were wholly stopped. The minstrels left

off playing to listen to him, and the mummers suspended their merry

evolutions round the May-pole. The poor denounced May Queen, who on the

rejection of her nosegay had flown back to Jocelyn, now looked doubly

disconcerted at this direct attack upon her and her finery, and pouted

her pretty lips in vexation. Dick Taverner, who stood by her side,

seemed disposed to resent the affront, and shook his fist menacingly at

the Puritan. Jocelyn himself was perplexed and annoyed, for though

inclined to take part with the assemblage, the growing interest he felt

in Aveline forbade all interference with her father.

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