muttered Saxon, quoting from his favourite poem.

"Why, here are our Colonels catching the rhyming complaint," said the King, laughing. "We shall be dropping the sword and taking to the harp anon, as Alfred did in these very parts. Or I shall become a king of bards and trouveurs, like good King Rene of Provence. But, gentlemen, if this be indeed a prophecy, it should, methinks, bode well for our enterprise. It is true that I am warned against the Rhine, but there is little prospect of our fighting this quarrel upon its banks."

"Worse luck!" murmured the German, under his breath.

"We may, therefore, thank this Sir Jacob and his giant messenger for his forecast as well as for his gold. But here comes the worthy Mayor of Taunton, the oldest of our councillors and the youngest of our knights. Captain Clarke, I desire you to stand at the inside of the door and to prevent intrusion. What pa.s.ses amongst us will, I am well convinced, be safe in your keeping."

I bowed and took up my post as ordered, while the council-men and commanders gathered round the great oaken table which ran down the centre of the hall. The mellow evening light was streaming through the three western windows, while the distant babble of the soldiers upon the Castle Green sounded like the sleepy drone of insects. Monmouth paced with quick uneasy steps up and down the further end of the room until all were seated, when he turned towards them and addressed them.

"You will have surmised, gentlemen," he said, "that I have called you together to-day that I might have the benefit of your collective wisdom in determining what our next steps should be. We have now marched some forty miles into our kingdom, and we have met wherever we have gone with the warm welcome which we expected. Close upon eight thousand men follow our standards, and as many more have been turned away for want of arms. We have twice met the enemy, with the effect that we have armed ourselves with their muskets and field-pieces. From first to last there hath been nothing which has not prospered with us. We must look to it that the future be as successful as the past. To insure this I have called ye together, and I now ask ye to give me your opinions of our situation, leaving me after I have listened to your views to form our plan of action. There are statesmen among ye, and there are soldiers among ye, and there are G.o.dly men among ye who may chance to get a flash of light when statesman and soldier are in the dark. Speak fearlessly, then, and let me know what is in your minds."

From my central post by the door I could see the lines of faces on either side of the board, the solemn close-shaven Puritans, sunburned soldiers, and white-wigged moustachioed courtiers. My eyes rested particularly upon Ferguson"s s...o...b..tic features, Saxon"s hard aquiline profile, the German"s burly face, and the peaky thoughtful countenance of the Lord of Wark.

"If naebody else will gie an opeenion," cried the fanatical Doctor, "I"ll een speak mysel" as led by the inward voice. For have I no worked in the cause and slaved in it, much enduring and suffering mony things at the honds o" the froward, whereby my ain speerit hath plentifully fructified? Have I no been bruised as in a wine-press, and cast oot wi" hissing and scorning into waste places?"

"We know your merits and your sufferings, Doctor," said the King. "The question before us is as to our course of action."

"Was there no a voice heard in the East?" cried the old Whig. "Was there no a soond as o" a great crying, the crying for a broken covenant and a sinful generation? Whence came the cry? Wha"s was the voice? Was it no that o" the man Robert Ferguson, wha raised himsel" up against the great ones in the land, and wouldna be appeased?"

"Aye, aye, Doctor," said Monmouth impatiently. "Speak to the point, or give place to another."

"I shall mak" mysel" clear, your Majesty. Have we no heard that Argyle is cutten off? And why was he cutten off? Because he hadna due faith in the workings o" the Almighty, and must needs reject the help o" the children o" light in favour o" the bare-legged sp.a.w.n o" Prelacy, wha are half Pagan, half Popish. Had he walked in the path o" the Lord he wudna be lying in the Tolbooth o" Edinburgh wi" the tow or the axe before him. Why did he no gird up his loins and march straight onwards wi" the banner o" light, instead o" dallying here and biding there like a half-hairted Didymus? And the same or waur will fa" upon us if we dinna march on intae the land and plant our ensigns afore the wicked toun o" London-the toun where the Lord"s wark is tae be done, and the tares tae be separated frae the wheat, and piled up for the burning."

"Your advice, in short, is that we march on!" said Monmouth.

"That we march on, your Majesty, and that we prepare oorselves tae be the vessels o" grace, and forbear frae polluting the cause o" the Gospel by wearing the livery o" the devil"-here he glared at a gaily attired cavalier at the other side of the table-"or by the playing o" cairds, the singing o" profane songs and the swearing o" oaths, all which are nichtly done by members o" this army, wi" the effect o" giving much scandal tae G.o.d"s ain folk."

A hum of a.s.sent and approval rose up from the more Puritan members of the council at this expression of opinion, while the courtiers glanced at each other and curled their lips in derision. Monmouth took two or three turns and then called for another opinion.

"You, Lord Grey," he said, "are a soldier and a man of experience. What is your advice? Should we halt here or push forward towards London?"

"To advance to the East would, in my humble judgment, be fatal to us," Grey answered, speaking slowly, with the manner of a man who has thought long and deeply before delivering an opinion. "James Stuart is strong in horse, and we have none. We can hold our own amongst hedgerows or in broken country, but what chance could we have in the middle of Salisbury Plain? With the dragoons round us we should be like a flock of sheep amid a pack of wolves. Again, every step which we take towards London removes us from our natural vantage ground, and from the fertile country which supplies our necessities, while it strengthens our enemy by shortening the distance he has to convey his troops and his victuals. Unless, therefore, we hear of some great outbreak elsewhere, or of some general movement in London in our favour, we would do best to hold our ground and wait an attack."

"You argue shrewdly and well, my Lord Grey," said the King. "But how long are we to wait for this outbreak which never comes, and for this support which is ever promised and never provided? We have now been seven long days in England, and during that time of all the House of Commons no single man hath come over to us, and of the lords none gave my Lord Grey, who was himself an exile. Not a baron or an earl, and only one baronet, hath taken up arms for me. Where are the men whom Danvers and Wildman promised me from London? Where are the brisk boys of the City who were said to be longing for me? Where are the breakings out from Berwick to Portland which they foretold? Not a man hath moved save only these good peasants. I have been deluded, ensnared, trapped-trapped by vile agents who have led me into the shambles." He paced up and down, wringing his hands and biting his lips, with despair stamped upon his face. I observed that Buyse smiled and whispered something to Saxon-a hint, I suppose, that this was the cold fit of which he spoke.

"Tell me, Colonel Buyse," said the King, mastering his emotion by a strong effort. "Do you, as a soldier, agree with my Lord Grey?"

"Ask Saxon, your Majesty," the German answered. "My opinion in a Raths-Versammlung is, I have observed, ever the same as his."

"Then we turn to you, Colonel Saxon," said Monmouth. "We have in this council a party who are in favour of an advance and a party who wish to stand their ground. Their weight and numbers are, methinks, nearly equal. If you had the casting vote how would you decide?" All eyes were bent upon our leader, for his martial bearing, and the respect shown to him by the veteran Buyse, made it likely that his opinion might really turn the scale. He sat for a few moments in silence with his hands before his face.

"I will give my opinion, your Majesty," he said at last. "Feversham and Churchill are making for Salisbury with three thousand foot, and they have pushed on eight hundred of the Blue Guards, and two or three dragoon regiments. We should, therefore, as Lord Grey says, have to fight on Salisbury Plain, and our foot armed with a medley of weapons could scarce make head against their horse. All is possible to the Lord, as Dr. Ferguson wisely says. We are as grains of dust in the hollow of His hand. Yet He hath given us brains wherewith to choose the better course, and if we neglect it we must suffer the consequence of our folly."

Ferguson laughed contemptuously, and breathed out a prayer, but many of the other Puritans nodded their heads to acknowledge that this was not an unreasonable view to take of it.

"On the other hand, sire," Saxon continued, "it appears to me that to remain here is equally impossible. Your Majesty"s friends throughout England would lose all heart if the army lay motionless and struck no blow. The rustics would flock off to their wives and homes. Such an example is catching. I have seen a great army thaw away like an icicle in the sunshine. Once gone, it is no easy matter to collect them again. To keep them we must employ them. Never let them have an idle minute. Drill them. March them. Exercise them. Work them. Preach to them. Make them obey G.o.d and their Colonel. This cannot be done in snug quarters. They must travel. We cannot hope to end this business until we get to London. London, then, must be our goal. But there are many ways of reaching it. You have, sire, as I have heard, many friends at Bristol and in the Midlands. If I might advise, I should say let us march round in that direction. Every day that pa.s.ses will serve to swell your forces and improve your troops, while all will feel something is astirring. Should we take Bristol-and I hear that the works are not very strong-it would give us a very good command of shipping, and a rare centre from which to act. If all goes well with us, we could make our way to London through Gloucestershire and Worcestershire. In the meantime I might suggest that a day of fast and humiliation be called to bring down a blessing on the cause."

This address, skilfully compounded of worldly wisdom and of spiritual zeal, won the applause of the whole council, and especially that of King Monmouth, whose melancholy vanished as if by magic.

"By my faith, Colonel," said he, "you make it all as clear as day. Of course, if we make ourselves strong in the West, and my uncle is threatened with disaffection elsewhere, he will have no chance to hold out against us. Should he wish to fight us upon our own ground, he must needs drain his troops from north, south, and east, which is not to be thought of. We may very well march to London by way of Bristol."

"I think that the advice is good," Lord Grey observed; "but I should like to ask Colonel Saxon what warrant he hath for saying that Churchill and Feversham are on their way, with three thousand regular foot and several regiments of horse?"

"The word of an officer of the Blues with whom I conversed at Salisbury," Saxon answered. "He confided in me, believing me to be one of the Duke of Beaufort"s household. As to the horse, one party pursued us on Salisbury Plain with bloodhounds, and another attacked us not twenty miles from here and lost a score of troopers and a cornet."

"We heard something of the brush," said the King. "It was bravely done. But if these men are so close we have no great time for preparation."

"Their foot cannot be here before a week," said the Mayor. "By that time we might be behind the walls of Bristol."

"There is one point which might be urged," observed Wade the lawyer. "We have, as your Majesty most truly says, met with heavy discouragement in the fact that no n.o.blemen and few commoners of repute have declared for us. The reason is, I opine, that each doth wait for his neighbour to make a move. Should one or two come over the others would soon follow. How, then, are we to bring a duke or two to our standards?"

"There"s the question, Master Wade," said Monmouth, shaking his head despondently.

"I think that it might be done," continued the Whig lawyer. "Mere proclamations addressed to the commonalty will not catch these gold fish. They are not to be angled for with a naked hook. I should recommend that some form of summons or writ be served upon each of them, calling upon them to appear in our camp within a certain date under pain of high treason."

"There spake the legal mind," quoth King Monmouth, with a laugh. "But you have omitted to tell us how the said writ or summons is to be conveyed to these same delinquents."

"There is the Duke of Beaufort," continued Wade, disregarding the King"s objection. "He is President of Wales, and he is, as your Majesty knows, lieutenant of four English counties. His influence overshadows the whole West. He hath two hundred horses in his stables at Badminton, and a thousand men, as I have heard, sit down at his tables every day. Why should not a special effort be made to gain over such a one, the more so as we intend to march in his direction?"

"Henry, Duke of Beaufort, is unfortunately already in arms against his sovereign," said Monmouth gloomily.

"He is, sire, but he may be induced to turn in your favour the weapon which he hath raised against you. He is a Protestant. He is said to be a Whig. Why should we not send a message to him? Flatter his pride. Appeal to his religion. Coax and threaten him. Who knows? He may have private grievances of which we know nothing, and may be ripe for such a move."

"Your counsel is good, Wade," said Lord Grey, "but methinks his Majesty hath asked a pertinent question. Your messenger would, I fear, find himself swinging upon one of the Badminton oaks if the Duke desired to show his loyalty to James Stuart. Where are we to find a man who is wary enough and bold enough for such a mission, without risking one of our leaders, who could be ill-spared at such a time?"

"It is true," said the King. "It were better not to venture it at all than to do it in a clumsy and halting fashion. Beaufort would think that it was a plot not to gain him over, but to throw discredit upon him. But what means our giant at the door by signing to us?"

"If it please your Majesty," I asked, "have I permission to speak?"

"We would fain hear you, Captain," he answered graciously. "If your understanding is in any degree correspondent to your strength, your opinion should be of weight."

"Then, your Majesty," said I, "I would offer myself as a fitting messenger in this matter. My father bid me spare neither life nor limb in this quarrel, and if this honourable council thinks that the Duke may be gained over, I am ready to guarantee that the message shall be conveyed to him if man and horse can do it."

"I"ll warrant that no better herald could be found," cried Saxon. "The lad hath a cool head and a staunch heart."

"Then, young sir, we shall accept your loyal and gallant offer," said Monmouth. "Are ye all agreed, gentlemen, upon the point?" A murmur of a.s.sent rose from the company.

"You shall draw up the paper, Wade. Offer him money, a seniority amongst the dukes, the perpetual Presidentship of Wales-what you will, if you can but shake him. If not, sequestration, exile, and everlasting infamy. And, hark ye! you can enclose a copy of the papers drawn up by Van Brunow, which prove the marriage of my mother, together with the attestations of the witnesses. Have them ready by to-morrow at daybreak, when the messenger may start." (Note H, Appendix.) "They shall be ready, your Majesty," said Wade.

"In that case, gentlemen," continued King Monmouth, "I may now dismiss ye to your posts. Should anything fresh arise I shall summon ye again, that I may profit by your wisdom. Here we shall stay, if Sir Stephen Timewell will have us, until the men are refreshed and the recruits enrolled. We shall then make our way Bristolwards, and see what luck awaits us in the North. If Beaufort comes over all will be well. Farewell, my kind friends! I need not tell ye to be diligent and faithful."

The council rose at the King"s salutation, and bowing to him they began to file out of the Castle hall. Several of the members cl.u.s.tered round me with hints for my journey or suggestions as to my conduct.

"He is a proud, froward man," said one. "Speak humbly to him or he will never hearken to your message, but will order you to be scourged out of his presence."

"Nay, nay!" cried another. "He is hot, but he loves a man that is a man. Speak boldly and honestly to him, and he is more like to listen to reason."

"Speak as the Lord shall direct you," said a Puritan. "It is His message which you bear as well as the King"s."

"Entice him out alone upon some excuse," said Buyse, "then up and away mit him upon your crupper. Hagelsturm! that would be a proper game."

"Leave him alone," cried Saxon. "The lad hath as much sense as any of ye. He will see which way the cat jumps. Come, friend, let us make our way back to our men."

"I am sorry, indeed, to lose you," he said, as we threaded our way through the throng of peasants and soldiers upon the Castle Green. "Your company will miss you sorely. Lockarby must see to the two. If all goes well you should be back in three or four days. I need not tell you that there is a real danger. If the Duke wishes to prove to James that he would not allow himself to be tampered with, he can only do it by punishing the messenger, which as lieutenant of a county he hath power to do in times of civil commotion. He is a hard man if all reports be true. On the other hand, if you should chance to succeed it may lay the foundations of your fortunes and be the means of saving Monmouth. He needs help, by the Lord Harry! Never have I seen such a rabble as this army of his. Buyse says that they fought l.u.s.tily at this ruffle at Axminster, but he is of one mind with me, that a few whiffs of shot and cavalry charges would scatter them over the countryside. Have you any message to leave?"

"None, save my love to my mother," said I.

"It is well. Should you fall in any unfair way, I shall not forget his Grace of Beaufort, and the next of his gentlemen who comes in my way shall hang as high as Haman. And now you had best make for your chamber, and have as good a slumber as you may, since to-morrow at c.o.c.k-crow begins your new mission."

Chapter XXII. Of the News from Havant

Having given my orders that Covenant should be saddled and bridled by daybreak, I had gone to my room and was preparing for a long night"s rest, when Sir Gervas, who slept in the same apartment, came dancing in with a bundle of papers waving over his head.

"Three guesses, Clarke!" he cried. "What would you most desire?"

"Letters from Havant," said I eagerly.

"Right," he answered, throwing them into my lap. "Three of them, and not a woman"s hand among them. Sink me, if I can understand what you have been doing all your life.

"How can youthful heart resign Lovely woman, sparkling wine?"

But you are so lost in your news that you have not observed my transformation."

"Why, wherever did you get these?" I asked in astonishment, for he was attired in a delicate plum-coloured suit with gold b.u.t.tons and tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs, set off by silken hosen and Spanish leather shoes with roses on the instep.

"It smacks more of the court than of the camp," quoth Sir Gervas, rubbing his hands and glancing down at himself with some satisfaction. "I am also revictualled in the matter of ratafia and orange-flower water, together with two new wigs, a bob and a court, a pound of the Imperial snuff from the sign of the Black Man, a box of De Crepigny"s hair powder, my foxskin m.u.f.f, and several other necessaries. But I hinder you in your reading."

"I have seen enough to tell me that all is well at home," I answered, glancing over my father"s letter. "But how came these things?"

"Some hors.e.m.e.n have come in from Petersfield, bearing them with them. As to my little box, which a fair friend of mine in town packed for me, it was to be forwarded to Bristol, where I am now supposed to be, and should be were it not for my good fortune in meeting your party. It chanced to find its way, however, to the Bruton inn, and the good woman there, whom I had conciliated, found means to send it after me. It is a good rule to go upon, Clarke, in this earthly pilgrimage, always to kiss the landlady. It may seem a small thing, and yet life is made up of small things. I have few fixed principles, I fear, but two there are which I can say from my heart that I never transgress. I always carry a corkscrew, and I never forget to kiss the landlady."

"From what I have seen of you," said I, laughing, "I could be warranty that those two duties are ever fulfilled."

"I have letters, too," said he, sitting on the side of the bed and turning over a sheaf of papers. ""Your broken-hearted Araminta." Hum! The wench cannot know that I am ruined or her heart would speedily be restored. What"s this? A challenge to match my bird Julius against my Lord Dorchester"s c.o.c.kerel for a hundred guineas. Faith! I am too busy backing the Monmouth rooster for the champion stakes. Another asking me to chase the stag at Epping. Zounds! had I not cleared off I should have been run down myself, with a pack of bandog bailiffs at my heels. A dunning letter from my clothier. He can afford to lose this bill. He hath had many a long one out of me. An offer of three thousand from little d.i.c.ky Chichester. No, no, d.i.c.ky, it won"t do. A gentleman can"t live upon his friends. None the less grateful. How now? From Mrs. b.u.t.terworth! No money for three weeks! Bailiffs in the house! Now, curse me, if this is not too bad!"

"What is the matter?" I asked, glancing up from my own letters. The baronet"s pale face had taken a tinge of red, and he was striding furiously up and down the bedroom with a letter crumpled up in his hand.

"It is a burning shame, Clarke," he cried. "Hang it, she shall have my watch. It is by Tompion, of the sign of the Three Crowns in Paul"s Yard, and cost a hundred when new. It should keep her for a few months. Mortimer shall measure swords with me for this. I shall write villain upon him with my rapier"s point."

"I have never seen you ruffled before," said I.

"No," he answered, laughing. "Many have lived with me for years and would give me a certificate for temper. But this is too much. Sir Edward Mortimer is my mother"s younger brother, Clarke, but he is not many years older than myself. A proper, strait-laced, soft-voiced lad he has ever been, and, as a consequence, he throve in the world, and joined land to land after the scriptural fashion. I had befriended him from my purse in the old days, but he soon came to be a richer man than I, for all that he gained he kept, whereas all I got-well, it went off like the smoke of the pipe which you are lighting. When I found that all was up with me I received from Mortimer an advance, which was sufficient to take me according to my wish over to Virginia, together with a horse and a personal outfit. There was some chance, Clarke, of the Jerome acres going to him should aught befall me, so that he was not averse to helping me off to a land of fevers and scalping knives. Nay, never shake your head, my dear country lad, you little know the wiles of the world."

"Give him credit for the best until the worst is proved," said I, sitting up in bed smoking, with my letters littered about in front of me.

"The worst is proved," said Sir Gervas, with a darkening face. "I have, as I said, done Mortimer some turns which he might remember, though it did not become me to remind him of them. This Mistress b.u.t.terworth is mine old wet-nurse, and it hath been the custom of the family to provide for her. I could not bear the thought that in the ruin of my fortune she should lose the paltry guinea or so a week which stood between her and hunger. My only request to Mortimer, therefore, made on the score of old friendship, was that he should continue this pittance, I promising that should I prosper I would return whatever he should disburse. The mean-hearted villain wrung my hand and swore that it should be so. How vile a thing is human nature, Clarke! For the sake of this paltry sum he, a rich man, hath broken his pledge, and left this poor woman to starve. But he shall answer to me for it. He thinks that I am on the Atlantic. If I march back to London with these brave boys I shall disturb the tenor of his sainted existence. Meanwhile I shall trust to sun-dials, and off goes my watch to Mother b.u.t.terworth. Bless her ample bosoms! I have tried many liquors, but I dare bet that the first was the most healthy. But how of your own letters? You have been frowning and smiling like an April day."

"There is one from my father, with a few words attached from my mother," said I. "The second is from an old friend of mine, Zachariah Palmer, the village carpenter. The third is from Solomon Sprent, a retired seaman, for whom I have an affection and respect."

"You have a rare trio of newsmen. I would I knew your father, Clarke, he must, from what you say, be a stout bit of British oak. I spoke even now of your knowing little of the world, but indeed it may be that in your village you can see mankind without the varnish, and so come to learn more of the good of human nature. Varnish or none, the bad will ever peep through. Now this carpenter and seaman show themselves no doubt for what they are. A man might know my friends of the court for a lifetime, and never come upon their real selves, nor would it perhaps repay the search when you had come across it. Sink me, but I wax philosophical, which is the old refuge of the ruined man. Give me a tub, and I shall set up in the Piazza of Covent Garden, and be the Diogenes of London. I would not be wealthy again, Micah! How goes the old lilt?- "Our money shall never indite us Or drag us to Goldsmith Hall, No pirates or wrecks can affright us.

We that have no estates Fear no plunder or rates, Nor care to lock gates.

He that lies on the ground cannot fall!"

That last would make a good motto for an almshouse."

"You will have Sir Stephen up," said I warningly, for he was carolling away at the pitch of his lungs.

"Never fear! He and his "prentices were all at the broad-sword exercise in the hall as I came by. It is worth something to see the old fellow stamp, and swing his sword, and cry, "Ha!" on the down-cut. Mistress Ruth and friend Lockarby are in the tapestried room, she spinning and he reading aloud one of those entertaining volumes which she would have me read. Methinks she hath taken his conversion in hand, which may end in his converting her from a maid into a wife. And so you go to the Duke of Beaufort! Well, I would that I could travel with you, but Saxon will not hear of it, and my musqueteers must be my first care. G.o.d send you safe back! Where is my jasmine powder and the patch-box? Read me your letters if there be aught in them of interest. I have been splitting a flask with our gallant Colonel at his inn, and he hath told me enough of your home at Havant to make me wish to know more."

"This one is somewhat grave," said I.

"Nay, I am in the humour for grave things. Have at it, if it contain the whole Platonic philosophy."

"Tis from the venerable carpenter who hath for many years been my adviser and friend. He is one who is religious without being sectarian, philosophic without being a partisan, and loving without being weak."

"A paragon, truly!" exclaimed Sir Gervas, who was busy with his eyebrow brush.

"This is what he saith," I continued, and proceeded to read the very letter which I now read to you.

""Having heard from your father, my dear lad, that there was some chance of being able to send a letter to you, I have written this, and am now sending it under the charge of the worthy John Packingham, of Chichester, who is bound for the West. I trust that you are now safe with Monmouth"s army, and that you have received honourable appointment therein. I doubt not that you will find among your comrades some who are extreme sectaries, and others who are scoffers and disbelievers. Be advised by me, friend, and avoid both the one and the other. For the zealot is a man who not only defends his own right of worship, wherein he hath justice, but wishes to impose upon the consciences of others, by which he falls into the very error against which he fights. The mere brainless scoffer is, on the other hand, lower than the beast of the field, since he lacks the animal"s self-respect and humble resignation.""

"My faith!" cried the Baronet, "the old gentleman hath a rough side to his tongue."

""Let us take religion upon its broadest base, for the truth must be broader than aught which we can conceive. The presence of a table doth prove the existence of a carpenter, and so the presence of a universe proves the existence of a universe Maker, call Him by what name you will. So far the ground is very firm beneath us, without either inspiration, teaching, or any aid whatever. Since, then, there must be a world Maker, let us judge of His nature by His work. We cannot observe the glories of the firmament, its infinite extent, its beauty, and the Divine skill wherewith every plant and animal hath its wants cared for, without seeing that He is full of wisdom, intelligence, and power. We are still, you will perceive, upon solid ground, without having to call to our aid aught save pure reason.""

""Having got so far, let us inquire to what end the universe was made, and we put upon it. The teaching of all nature shows that it must be to the end of improvement and upward growth, the increase in real virtue, in knowledge, and in wisdom. Nature is a silent preacher which holds forth upon week-days as on Sabbaths. We see the acorn grow into the oak, the egg into the bird, the maggot into the b.u.t.terfly. Shall we doubt, then, that the human soul, the most precious of all things, is also upon the upward path? And how can the soul progress save through the cultivation of virtue and self-mastery? What other way is there? There is none. We may say with confidence, then, that we are placed here to increase in knowledge and in virtue.""

""This is the core of all religion, and this much needs no faith in the acceptance. It is as true and as capable of proof as one of those exercises of Euclid which we have gone over together. On this common ground men have raised many different buildings. Christianity, the creed of Mahomet, the creed of the Easterns, have all the same essence. The difference lies in the forms and the details. Let us hold to our own Christian creed, the beautiful, often-professed, and seldom-practised doctrine of love, but let us not despise our fellow-men, for we are all branches from the common root of truth.""

""Man comes out of darkness into light. He tarries awhile and then pa.s.ses into darkness again. Micah, lad, the days are pa.s.sing, mine as well as thine. Let them not be wasted. They are few in number. What says Petrarch?" To him that enters, life seems infinite; to him that departs, nothing." Let every day, every hour, be spent in furthering the Creator"s end-in getting out whatever power for good there is in you. What is pain, or work, or trouble? The cloud that pa.s.ses over the sun. But the result of work well done is everything. It is eternal. It lives and waxes stronger through the centuries. Pause not for rest. The rest will come when the hour of work is past.""

""May G.o.d protect and guard you! There is no great news. The Portsmouth garrison hath marched to the West. Sir John Lawson, the magistrate, hath been down here threatening your father and others, but he can do little for want of proofs. Church and Dissent are at each other"s throats as ever. Truly the stern law of Moses is more enduring than the sweet words of Christ. Adieu, my dear lad! All good wishes from your grey-headed friend, ZACHARIAH PALMER.""

"Od"s fish!" cried Sir Gervas, as I folded up the letter, "I have heard Stillingfleet and Tenison, but I never listened to a better sermon. This is a bishop disguised as a carpenter. The crozier would suit his hand better than the plane. But how of our seaman friend? Is he a tarpaulin theologian-a divine among the tarry-breeks?"

"Solomon Sprent is a very different man, though good enough in his way," said I. "But you shall judge him from his letter."