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THE ADVENTURES OF SIR LAUNCELOT GREAVES

by Tobias Smollett


With the Author's Preface, and an Introduction by G. H. Maynadier, Ph.D.
Department of English, Harvard University




CONTENTS


  INTRODUCTION

  CHAPTER
     I   In which certain Personages of this delightful History are
           introduced to the Reader's Acquaintance
    II   In which the Hero of these Adventures makes his First
           Appearance on the Stage of Action
   III   Which the Reader, on perusal, may wish were Chapter the last
    IV   In which it appears that the Knight, when heartily set in for
           sleeping, was not easily disturbed
     V   In which this Recapitulation draws to a close
    VI   In which the Reader will perceive that in some Cases Madness
           is catching
   VII   In which the Knight resumes his Importance
  VIII   Which is within a hair's-breadth of proving highly
           interesting will interest the Curiosity of the Reader
    IX   Which may serve to show, that true Patriotism is of no Party
     X   Which showeth that he who plays at Bowls, will sometimes meet
           with Rubbers
    XI   Description of a modern Magistrate
   XII   Which shows there are more Ways to kill a Dog than Hanging
  XIII   In which our Knight is tantalised with a transient Glimpse
           of Felicity
   XIV   Which shows that a Man cannot always sip, when the Cup is
           at his Lip
    XV   Exhibiting an Interview, which, it is to be hoped, will
           interest the Curiosity of the Reader
   XVI   Which, it is to be hoped, the Reader will find an agreeable
           Medley of Mirth and Madness, Sense and Absurdity
  XVII   Containing Adventures of Chivalry equally new and surprising
 XVIII   In which the Rays of Chivalry shine with renovated Lustre
   XIX   Containing the Achievements of the Knights of the Griffin and
           Crescent
    XX   In which our Hero descends into the Mansions of the Damned
   XXI   Containing further Anecdotes relating to the Children of
           Wretchedness
  XXII   In which Captain Crowe is sublimed into the Regions of
           Astrology
 XXIII   In which the Clouds that cover the Catastrophe begin to
           disperse
  XXIV   The Knot that puzzles human Wisdom, the Hand of Fortune
           sometimes will untie familiar as her Garter
   XXV   Which, it is to be hoped, will be, on more accounts than one,
           agreeable to the Reader




INTRODUCTION


It was on the great northern road from York to London, about the
beginning of the month of October, and the hour of eight in the evening,
that four travellers were, by a violent shower of rain, driven for
shelter into a little public-house on the side of the highway,
distinguished by a sign which was said to exhibit the figure of a black
lion.  The kitchen, in which they assembled, was the only room for
entertainment in the house, paved with red bricks, remarkably clean,
furnished with three or four Windsor chairs, adorned with shining plates
of pewter, and copper saucepans, nicely scoured, that even dazzled the
eyes of the beholder; while a cheerful fire of sea-coal blazed in the
chimney.

It would be hard to find a better beginning for a wholesome novel of
English life, than these first two sentences in The Adventures of Sir
Launcelot Greaves.  They are full of comfort and promise.  They promise
that we shall get rapidly into the story; and so we do.  They give us the
hope, in which we are not to be disappointed, that we shall see a good
deal of those English inns which to this day are delightful in reality,
and which to generations of readers, have been delightful in fancy.
Truly, English fiction, without its inns, were as much poorer as the
English country, without these same hostelries, were less comfortable.
For few things in the world has the so-called "Anglo-Saxon" race more
reason to be grateful than for good old English inns.  Finally there is a
third promise in these opening sentences of Sir Launcelot Greaves.  "The
great northern road!"  It was that over which the youthful Smollett made
his way to London in 1739; it was that over which, less than nine years
later, he sent us travelling in company with Random and Strap and the
queer people whom they met on their way.  And so there is the promise
that Smollett, after his departure in Count Fathom from the field of
personal experience which erstwhile he cultivated so successfully, has
returned to see if the ground will yield him another rich harvest.
Though it must be admitted that in Sir Launcelot Greaves his labours were
but partially successful, yet the story possesses a good deal of the
lively verisimilitude which Fathom lacked.  The very first page, as we
have seen, shows that its inns are going to be real.  So, too, are most
of its highway adventures, and also its portion of those prison scenes of
which Smollett seems to have been so fond.  As for the description of the
parliamentary election, it is by no means the least graphic of its kind
in the fiction of the last two centuries.  The speech of Sir Valentine
Quickset, the fox-hunting Tory candidate, is excellent, both for its
brevity and for its simplicity.  Any of his bumpkin audience could
understand perfectly his principal points: that he spends his estate of
"vive thousand clear" at home in old English hospitality; that he comes
of pure old English stock; that he hates all foreigners, not excepting
those from Hanover; and that if he is elected, he "will cross the
ministry in everything, as in duty bound."

In the characters, likewise, though less than in the scenes just spoken
of, we recognise something of the old Smollett touch.  True, it is not
high praise to say of Miss Aurelia Darnel that she is more alive, or
rather less lifeless, than Smollett's heroines have been heretofore.
Nor can we give great praise to the characterisation of Sir Launcelot.
Yet if less substantial than Smollett's roystering heroes, he is more
distinct than de Melvil in Fathom, the only one of our author's earlier
young men, by the way, (with the possible exception of Godfrey Gauntlet)
who can stand beside Greaves in never failing to be a gentleman.  It
is a pity, when Greaves's character is so lovable, and save for his
knight-errantry, so well conceived, that the image is not more distinct.
Crowe is distinct enough, however, though not quite consistently drawn.
There is justice in Scott's objection [Tobias Smollett in Biographical
and Critical Notices of Eminent Novelists] that nothing in the seaman's
"life .  .  .  renders it at all possible that he should have caught" the
baronet's Quixotism.  Otherwise, so far from finding fault with the old
sailor, we are pleased to see Smollett returning in him to a favourite
type.  It might be thought that he would have exhausted the possibilities
of this type in Bowling and Trunnion and Pipes and Hatchway.  In point
of fact, Crowe is by no means the equal of the first two of these.  And
yet, with his heart in the right place, and his application of sea terms
to land objects, Captain Samuel Crowe has a good deal of the rough charm
of his prototypes.  Still more distinct, and among Smollett's personages
a more novel figure, is the Captain's nephew, the dapper, verbose,
tender-hearted lawyer, Tom Clarke.  Apart from the inevitable Smollett
exaggeration, a better portrait of a softish young attorney could hardly
be painted.  Nor, in enumerating the characters of Sir Launcelot Greaves
who fix themselves in a reader's memory, should Tom's inamorata, Dolly,
be forgotten, or the malicious Ferret, or that precious pair, Justice and
Mrs. Gobble, or the Knight's squire, Timothy Crabshaw, or that very
individual horse, Gilbert, whose lot is to be one moment caressed, and
the next, cursed for a "hard-hearted, unchristian tuoad."

Barring the Gobbles, all these characters are important in the book from
first to last.  Sir Launcelot Greaves, then, is significant among
Smollett's novels, as indicating a reliance upon the personages for
interest quite as much as upon the adventures.  If the author failed in a
similar intention in Fathom, it was not through lack of clearly conceived
characters, but through failure to make them flesh and blood.  In that
book, however, he put the adventures together more skilfully than in Sir
Launcelot Greaves, the plot of which is not only rather meagre but also
far-fetched.  There seems to be no adequate reason for the baronet's whim
of becoming an English Don Quixote of the eighteenth century, except the
chance it gave Smollett for imitating Cervantes.  He was evidently
hampered from the start by the consciousness that at best the success of
such imitation would be doubtful.  Probably he expresses his own
misgivings when he makes Ferret exclaim to the hero: "What! .  .  .  you
set up for a modern Don Quixote?  The scheme is rather too stale and
extravagant.  What was a .  .  .  well-timed satire in Spain near two
hundred years ago, will .  .  .  appear .  .  .  insipid and absurd
 .  .  .  at this time of day, in a country like England."  Whether from
the author's half-heartedness or from some other cause, there is no
denying that the Quixotism in Sir Launcelot Greaves is flat.  It is a
drawback to the book rather than an aid.  The plot could have developed
itself just as well, the high-minded young baronet might have had just as
entertaining adventures, without his imitation of the fine old Spanish
Don.

I have remarked on the old Smollett touch in Sir Launcelot Greaves,--the
individual touch of which we are continually sensible in Roderick Random
and Peregrine Pickle, but seldom in Count Fathom.  With it is a new
Smollett touch, indicative of a kindlier feeling towards the world.  It
is commonly said that the only one of the writer's novels which contains
a sufficient amount of charity and sweetness is Humphry Clinker.  The
statement is not quite true.  Greaves is not so strikingly amiable as
Smollett's masterpiece only because it is not so striking in any of its
excellences; their lines are always a little blurred.  Still, it shows
that ten years before Clinker, Smollett had learned to combine the
contradictory elements of life in something like their right proportions.
If obscenity and ferocity are found in his fourth novel, they are no
longer found in a disproportionate degree.

There is little more to say of Sir Launcelot Greaves, except in the way
of literary history.  The given name of the hero may or may not be
significant.  It is safe to say that if a Sir Launcelot had appeared in
fiction one or two generations earlier, had the fact been recognised
(which is not indubitable) that he bore the name of the most celebrated
knight of later Arthurian romance, he would have been nothing but a
burlesque figure.  But in 1760, literary taste was changing.  Romanticism
in literature had begun to come to the front again, as Smollett had
already shown by his romantic leanings in Count Fathom.  With it there
came interest in the Middle Ages and in the most popular fiction of the
Middle Ages, the "greatest of all poetic subjects," according to
Tennyson, the stories of Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table,
which, for the better part of a century, had been deposed from their
old-time place of honour.  These stories, however, were as yet so
imperfectly known--and only to a few--that the most to be said is that
some connection between their reviving popularity and the name of
Smollett's knight-errant hero is not impossible.

Apart from this, Sir Launcelot Greaves is interesting historically as
ending Smollett's comparatively long silence in novel-writing after the
publication of Fathom in 1753.  His next work was the translation of Don
Quixote, which he completed in 1755, and which may first have suggested
the idea of an English knight, somewhat after the pattern of the Spanish.
Be that as it may, before developing the idea, Smollett busied himself
with his Complete History of England, and with the comedy, The Reprisal:
or the Tars of Old England, a successful play which at last brought about
a reconciliation with his old enemy, Garrick.  Two years later, in 1759,
as editor of the Critical Review, Smollett was led into a criticism of
Admiral Knowles's conduct that was judged libellous enough to give its
author three months in the King's Bench prison, during which time, it has
been conjectured, he began to mature his plans for the English Quixote.
The result was that, in 1760 and 1761, Sir Launcelot Greaves came out in
various numbers of the British Magazine.  Scott has given his authority
to the statement that Smollett wrote many of the instalments in great
haste, sometimes, during a visit in Berwickshire, dashing off the
necessary amount of manuscript in an hour or so just before the departure
of the post.  If the story is true, it adds its testimony to that of his
works to the author's extraordinarily facile pen.  Finally, in 1762, the
novel thus hurried off in instalments appeared as a whole.  This method
of its introduction to the public gives Sir Launcelot Greaves still
another claim to interest.  It is one of the earliest English novels,
indeed the earliest from the pen of a great writer, published in serial
form.

G. H. MAYNADIER.






THE ADVENTURES OF SIR LAUNCELOT GREAVES




CHAPTER ONE

IN WHICH CERTAIN PERSONAGES OF THIS DELIGHTFUL HISTORY ARE INTRODUCED TO
THE READER'S ACQUAINTANCE.


It was on the great northern road from York to London, about the
beginning of the month of October, and the hour of eight in the evening,
that four travellers were, by a violent shower of rain, driven for
shelter into a little public-house on the side of the highway,
distinguished by a sign which was said to exhibit the figure of a black
lion.  The kitchen, in which they assembled, was the only room for
entertainment in the house, paved with red bricks, remarkably clean,
furnished with three or four Windsor chairs, adorned with shining plates
of pewter, and copper saucepans, nicely scoured, that even dazzled the
eyes of the' beholder; while a cheerful fire of sea-coal blazed in the
chimney.  Three of the travellers, who arrived on horseback, having seen
their cattle properly accommodated in the stable, agreed to pass the
time, until the weather should clear up, over a bowl of rumbo, which was
accordingly prepared.  But the fourth, refusing to join their company,
took his station at the opposite side of the chimney, and called for a
pint of twopenny, with which he indulged himself apart.  At a little
distance, on his left hand, there was another group, consisting of the
landlady, a decent widow, her two daughters, the elder of whom seemed to
be about the age of fifteen, and a country lad, who served both as waiter
and ostler.

The social triumvirate was composed of Mr. Fillet, a country practitioner
in surgery and midwifery, Captain Crowe, and his nephew Mr. Thomas
Clarke, an attorney.  Fillet was a man of some education, and a great
deal of experience, shrewd, sly, and sensible.  Captain Crowe had
commanded a merchant ship in the Mediterranean trade for many years, and
saved some money by dint of frugality and traffic.  He was an excellent
seaman, brave, active, friendly in his way, and scrupulously honest; but
as little acquainted with the world as a sucking child; whimsical,
impatient, and so impetuous, that he could not help breaking in upon the
conversation, whatever it might be, with repeated interruptions, that
seemed to burst from him by involuntary impulse.  When he himself
attempted to speak he never finished his period; but made such a number
of abrupt transitions, that his discourse seemed to be an unconnected
series of unfinished sentences, the meaning of which it was not easy to
decipher.

His nephew, Tom Clarke, was a young fellow, whose goodness of
heart even the exercise of his profession had not been able to corrupt.
Before strangers he never owned himself an attorney without blushing,
though he had no reason to blush for his own practice, for he constantly
refused to engage in the cause of any client whose character was
equivocal, and was never known to act with such industry as when
concerned for the widow and orphan, or any other object that sued in
forma pauperis.  Indeed, he was so replete with human kindness, that as
often as an affecting story or circumstance was told in his hearing, it
overflowed at his eyes.  Being of a warm complexion, he was very
susceptible of passion, and somewhat libertine in his amours.  In other
respects, he piqued himself on understanding the practice of the courts,
and in private company he took pleasure in laying down the law; but he
was an indifferent orator, and tediously circumstantial in his
explanations.  His stature was rather diminutive; but, upon the whole, he
had some title to the character of a pretty, dapper, little fellow.

The solitary guest had something very forbidding in his aspect, which was
contracted by an habitual frown.  His eyes were small and red, and so
deep set in the sockets, that each appeared like the unextinguished snuff
of a farthing candle, gleaming through the horn of a dark lanthorn.  His
nostrils were elevated in scorn, as if his sense of smelling had been
perpetually offended by some unsavoury odour; and he looked as if he
wanted to shrink within himself from the impertinence of society.  He
wore a black periwig as straight as the pinions of a raven, and this was
covered with a hat flapped, and fastened to his head by a speckled
handkerchief tied under his chin.  He was wrapped in a greatcoat of brown
frieze, under which he seemed to conceal a small bundle.  His name was
Ferret, and his character distinguished by three peculiarities.  He was
never seen to smile; he was never heard to speak in praise of any person
whatsoever; and he was never known to give a direct answer to any
question that was asked; but seemed, on all occasions, to be actuated by
the most perverse spirit of contradiction.

Captain Crowe, having remarked that it was squally weather, asked how far
it was to the next market town; and understanding that the distance was
not less than six miles, said he had a good mind to come to an anchor for
the night, if so be as he could have a tolerable berth in this here
harbour.  Mr. Fillet, perceiving by his style that he was a seafaring
gentleman, observed that their landlady was not used to lodge such
company; and expressed some surprise that he, who had no doubt endured so
many storms and hardships at sea, should think much of travelling five or
six miles a-horseback by moonlight.  "For my part," said he, "I ride in
all weathers, and at all hours, without minding cold, wet, wind, or
darkness.  My constitution is so case-hardened that I believe I could
live all the year at Spitzbergen.  With respect to this road, I know
every foot of it so exactly, that I'll engage to travel forty miles upon
it blindfold, without making one false step; and if you have faith enough
to put yourselves under my auspices, I will conduct you safe to an
elegant inn, where you will meet with the best accommodation."  "Thank
you, brother," replied the captain, "we are much beholden to you for your
courteous offer; but, howsomever, you must not think I mind foul weather
more than my neighbours.  I have worked hard aloft and alow in many a
taut gale; but this here is the case, d'ye see; we have run down a long
day's reckoning; our beasts have had a hard spell; and as for my own hap,
brother, I doubt my bottom-planks have lost some of their sheathing,
being as how I a'n't used to that kind of scrubbing."

The doctor, who had practised aboard a man-of-war in his youth, and was
perfectly well acquainted with the captain's dialect, assured him that if
his bottom was damaged he would new pay it with an excellent salve, which
he always carried about him to guard against such accidents on the road.
But Tom Clarke, who seemed to have cast the eyes of affection upon the
landlady's eldest daughter, Dolly, objected to their proceeding farther
without rest and refreshment, as they had already travelled fifty miles
since morning; and he was sure his uncle must be fatigued both in mind
and body, from vexation, as well as from hard exercise, to which he had
not been accustomed.  Fillet then desisted, saying, he was sorry to find
the captain had any cause of vexation; but he hoped it was not an
incurable evil.  This expression was accompanied with a look of
curiosity, which Mr. Clarke was glad of an occasion to gratify; for, as
we have hinted above, he was a very communicative gentleman, and the
affair which now lay upon his stomach interested him nearly.

"I'll assure you, sir," said he, "this here gentleman, Captain Crowe, who
is my mother's own brother, has been cruelly used by some of his
relations.  He bears as good a character as any captain of a ship on the
Royal Exchange, and has undergone a variety of hardships at sea.  What
d'ye think, now, of his bursting all his sinews, and making his eyes
start out of his head, in pulling his ship off a rock, whereby he saved
to his owners"----Here he was interrupted by the captain, who
exclaimed, "Belay, Tom, belay; pr'ythee, don't veer out such a deal of
jaw.  Clap a stopper on thy cable and bring thyself up, my lad--what a
deal of stuff thou has pumped up concerning bursting and starting, and
pulling ships; Laud have mercy upon us!--look ye here, brother--look ye
here--mind these poor crippled joints; two fingers on the starboard, and
three on the larboard hand; crooked, d'ye see, like the knees of a
bilander.  I'll tell you what, brother, you seem to be a--ship deep
laden--rich cargo--current setting into the bay--hard gale--lee shore--
all hands in the boat--tow round the headland--self pulling for dear
blood, against the whole crew--snap go the finger-braces--crack went the
eye-blocks.  Bounce daylight--flash starlight--down I foundered, dark as
hell--whiz went my ears, and my head spun like a whirligig.  That don't
signify--I'm a Yorkshire boy, as the saying is--all my life at sea,
brother, by reason of an old grandmother and maiden aunt, a couple of old
stinking--kept me these forty years out of my grandfather's estate.
Hearing as how they had taken their departure, came ashore, hired horses,
and clapped on all my canvas, steering to the northward, to take
possession of my--But it don't signify talking--these two old piratical--
had held a palaver with a lawyer--an attorney, Tom, d'ye mind me, an
attorney--and by his assistance hove me out of my inheritance.  That is
all, brother--hove me out of five hundred pounds a year--that's all--what
signifies--but such windfalls we don't every day pick up along shore.
Fill about, brother--yes, by the L--d! those two smuggling harridans,
with the assistance of an attorney--an attorney, Tom--hove me out of five
hundred a year."  "Yes, indeed, sir," added Mr. Clarke, "those two
malicious old women docked the intail, and left the estate to an alien."

Here Mr. Ferret thought proper to intermingle in the conversation with a
"Pish, what dost talk of docking the intail?  Dost not know that by the
statute Westm. 2, 13 Ed. the will and intention of the donor must be
fulfilled, and the tenant in tail shall not alien after issue had, or
before."  "Give me leave, sir," replied Tom, "I presume you are a
practitioner in the law.  Now, you know, that in the case of a contingent
remainder, the intail may be destroyed by levying a fine, and suffering a
recovery, or otherwise destroying the particular estate, before the
contingency happens.  If feoffees, who possess an estate only during the
life of a son, where divers remainders are limited over, make a feoffment
in fee to him, by the feoffment, all the future remainders are destroyed.
Indeed, a person in remainder may have a writ of intrusion, if any do
intrude after the death of a tenant for life, and the writ ex gravi
querela lies to execute a device in remainder after the death of a tenant
in tail without issue."  "Spoke like a true disciple of Geber," cries
Ferret.  "No, sir," replied Mr. Clarke, "Counsellor Caper is in the
conveyancing way--I was clerk to Serjeant Croker."  "Ay, now you may set
up for yourself," resumed the other; "for you can prate as unintelligibly
as the best of them."

"Perhaps," said Tom, "I do not make myself understood; if so be as how
that is the case, let us change the position, and suppose that this here
case is a tail after a possibility of issue extinct.  If a tenant in tail
after a possibility make a feoffment of his land, he in reversion may
enter for the forfeiture.  Then we must make a distinction between
general tail and special tail.  It is the word body that makes the
intail: there must be a body in the tail, devised to heirs male or
female, otherwise it is a fee-simple, because it is not limited of what
body.  Thus a corporation cannot be seized in tail.  For example, here is
a young woman--What is your name, my dear?"  "Dolly," answered the
daughter, with a curtsey.  "Here's Dolly--I seize Dolly in tail--Dolly, I
seize you in tail"--"Sha't then," cried Dolly, pouting.  "I am seized of
land in fee--I settle on Dolly in tail."

Dolly, who did not comprehend the nature of the illustration, understood
him in a literal sense, and, in a whimpering tone, exclaimed, "Sha't
then, I tell thee, cursed tuoad!"  Tom, however, was so transported with
his subject, that he took no notice of poor Dolly's mistake, but
proceeded in his harangue upon the different kinds of tails, remainders,
and seisins, when he was interrupted by a noise that alarmed the whole
company.  The rain had been succeeded by a storm of wind that howled
around the house with the most savage impetuosity, and the heavens were
overcast in such a manner that not one star appeared, so that all without
was darkness and uproar.  This aggravated the horror of divers loud
screams, which even the noise of the blast could not exclude from the
ears of our astonished travellers.  Captain Crowe called out, "Avast,
avast!"  Tom Clarke sat silent, staring wildly, with his mouth still
open; the surgeon himself seemed startled, and Ferret's countenance
betrayed evident marks of confusion.  The ostler moved nearer the
chimney, and the good woman of the house, with her two daughters, crept
closer to the company.

After some pause, the captain starting up, "These," said he, "be signals
of distress.  Some poor souls in danger of foundering--let us bear up
a-head, and see if we can give them any assistance."  The landlady begged
him, for Christ's sake, not to think of going out, for it was a spirit
that would lead him astray into fens and rivers, and certainly do him a
mischief.  Crowe seemed to be staggered by this remonstrance, which his
nephew reinforced, observing, that it might be a stratagem of rogues to
decoy them into the fields, that they might rob them under the cloud of
night.  Thus exhorted, he resumed his seat, and Mr. Ferret began to make
very severe strictures upon the folly and fear of those who believed and
trembled at the visitation of spirits, ghosts, and goblins.  He said he
would engage with twelve pennyworth of phosphorus to frighten a whole
parish out of their senses; then he expatiated on the pusillanimity of
the nation in general, ridiculed the militia, censured the government,
and dropped some hints about a change of hands, which the captain could
not, and the doctor would not, comprehend.

Tom Clarke, from the freedom of his discourse, concluded he was a
ministerial spy, and communicated his opinion to his uncle in a whisper,
while this misanthrope continued to pour forth his invectives with a
fluency peculiar to himself.  The truth is, Mr. Ferret had been a party
writer, not from principle, but employment, and had felt the rod of
power, in order to avoid a second exertion of which, he now found it
convenient to skulk about in the country, for he had received intimation
of a warrant from the secretary of state, who wanted to be better
acquainted with his person.  Notwithstanding the ticklish nature of his
situation, it was become so habitual to him to think and speak in a
certain manner, that even before strangers whose principles and
connexions he could not possibly know, he hardly ever opened his mouth,
without uttering some direct or implied sarcasm against the government.

He had already proceeded a considerable way in demonstrating, that the
nation was bankrupt and beggared, and that those who stood at the helm
were steering full into the gulf of inevitable destruction, when his
lecture was suddenly suspended by a violent knocking at the door, which
threatened the whole house with inevitable demolition.  Captain Crowe,
believing they should be instantly boarded, unsheathed his hanger, and
stood in a posture of defence.  Mr. Fillet armed himself with the poker,
which happened to be red hot; the ostler pulled down a rusty firelock,
that hung by the roof, over a flitch of bacon.  Tom Clarke perceiving the
landlady and her children distracted with terror, conducted them, out of
mere compassion, below stairs into the cellar; and as for Mr. Ferret, he
prudently withdrew into an adjoining pantry.

But as a personage of great importance in this entertaining history was
forced to remain some time at the door before he could gain admittance,
so must the reader wait with patience for the next chapter, in which he
will see the cause of this disturbance explained much to his comfort and
edification.




CHAPTER TWO

IN WHICH THE HERO OF THESE ADVENTURES MAKES HIS FIRST APPEARANCE ON THE
STAGE OF ACTION.


The outward door of the Black Lion had already sustained two dreadful
shocks, but at the third it flew open, and in stalked an apparition that
smote the hearts of our travellers with fear and trepidation.  It was the
figure of a man armed cap-a-pee, bearing on his shoulders a bundle
dropping with water, which afterwards appeared to be the body of a man
that seemed to have been drowned, and fished up from the bottom of the
neighbouring river.

Having deposited his burden carefully on the floor, he addressed himself
to the company in these words: "Be not surprised, good people, at this
unusual appearance, which I shall take an opportunity to explain, and
forgive the rude and boisterous manner in which I have demanded, and
indeed forced admittance; the violence of my intrusion was the effect of
necessity.  In crossing the river, my squire and his horse were swept
away by the stream, and, with some difficulty, I have been able to drag
him ashore, though I am afraid my assistance reached him too late, for
since I brought him to land he has given no signs of life."

Here he was interrupted by a groan, which issued from the chest of the
squire, and terrified the spectators as much as it comforted the master.
After some recollection, Mr. Fillet began to undress the body, which was
laid in a blanket on the floor, and rolled from side to side by his
direction.  A considerable quantity of water being discharged from the
mouth of this unfortunate squire, he uttered a hideous roar, and, opening
his eyes, stared wildly around.  Then the surgeon undertook for his
recovery; and his master went forth with the ostler in quest of the
horses, which he had left by the side of the river.  His back was no
sooner turned, than Ferret, who had been peeping from behind the
pantry-door, ventured to rejoin the company; pronouncing with a smile,
or rather grin, of contempt, "Hey-day! what precious mummery is this?
What, are we to have the farce of Hamlet's ghost?"  "Adzooks," cried the
captain, "My kinsman Tom has dropped astern--hope in God a-has not bulged
to, and gone to bottom."  "Pish," exclaimed the misanthrope, "there's no
danger; the young lawyer is only seizing Dolly in tail."

Certain it is, Dolly squeaked at that instant in the cellar; and Clarke
appearing soon after in some confusion, declared she had been frightened
by a flash of lightning.  But this assertion was not confirmed by the
young lady herself, who eyed him with a sullen regard, indicating
displeasure, though not indifference; and when questioned by her mother,
replied, "A doan't maind what a-says, so a doan't, vor all his goalden
jacket, then."

In the meantime the surgeon had performed the operation of phlebotomy on
the squire, who was lifted into a chair, and supported by the landlady
for that purpose; but he had not as yet given any sign of having
retrieved the use of his senses.  And here Mr. Fillet could not help
contemplating, with surprise, the strange figure and accoutrements of his
patient, who seemed in age to be turned of fifty.  His stature was below
the middle size; he was thick, squat, and brawny, with a small
protuberance on one shoulder, and a prominent belly, which, in
consequence of the water he had swallowed, now strutted beyond its usual
dimensions.  His forehead was remarkably convex, and so very low, that
his black bushy hair descended within an inch of his nose; but this did
not conceal the wrinkles of his front, which were manifold.  His small
glimmering eyes resembled those of the Hampshire porker, that turns up
the soil with his projecting snout.  His cheeks were shrivelled and
puckered at the corners, like the seams of a regimental coat as it comes
from the hands of the contractor.  His nose bore a strong analogy in
shape to a tennis-ball, and in colour to a mulberry; for all the water of
the river had not been able to quench the natural fire of that feature.
His upper jaw was furnished with two long white sharp-pointed teeth or
fangs, such as the reader may have observed in the chaps of a wolf, or
full-grown mastiff, and an anatomist would describe as a preternatural
elongation of the dentes canini.  His chin was so long, so peaked, and
incurvated, as to form in profile, with his impending forehead, the exact
resemblance of a moon in the first quarter.  With respect to his
equipage, he had a leathern cap upon his head, faced like those worn by
marines, and exhibiting in embroidery, the figure of a crescent.  His
coat was of white cloth, faced with black, and cut in a very antique
fashion; and, in lieu of a waistcoat, he wore a buff jerkin.  His feet
were cased with loose buskins, which, though they rose almost to his
knee, could not hide that curvature, known by the appellation of bandy
legs.  A large string of bandaliers garnished a broad belt that graced
his shoulders, from whence depended an instrument of war, which was
something between a back-sword and a cutlass; and a case of pistols were
stuck in his girdle.

Such was the figure which the whole company now surveyed with admiration.
After some pause, he seemed to recover his recollection.  He rolled about
his eyes around, and, attentively surveying every individual, exclaimed,
in a strange tone, "Bodikins! where's Gilbert?"  This interrogation did
not savour much of sanity, especially when accompanied with a wild
stare, which is generally interpreted as a sure sign of a disturbed
understanding.  Nevertheless, the surgeon endeavoured to assist his
recollection.  "Come," said he, "have a good heart.--How dost do,
friend?"  "Do!" replied the squire, "do as well as I can.--That's a lie
too; I might have done better.  I had no business to be here."  "You
ought to thank God and your master," resumed the surgeon, "for the
providential escape you have had."  "Thank my master!" cried the squire,
"thank the devil!  Go and teach your grannum to crack filberds.  I know
who I'm bound to pray for, and who I ought to curse the longest day I
have to live."

Here the captain interposing, "Nay, brother," said he, "you are bound to
pray for this here gentleman as your sheet-anchor; for, if so be as he
had not cleared your stowage of the water you had taken in at your upper
works, and lightened your veins, d'ye see, by taking away some of your
blood, adad! you had driven before the gale, and never been brought up
in this world again, d'ye see."  "What, then you would persuade me,"
replied the patient, "that the only way to save my life was to shed my
precious blood?  Look ye, friend, it shall not be lost blood to me.--I
take you all to witness, that there surgeon, or apothecary, or farrier,
or dog-doctor, or whatsoever he may be, has robbed me of the balsam of
life.--He has not left so much blood in my body as would fatten a starved
flea.--O! that there was a lawyer here to serve him with a siserari."

Then fixing his eyes upon Ferret, he proceeded: "An't you a limb of the
law, friend?--No, I cry you mercy, you look more like a showman or a
conjurer."--Ferret, nettled at this address, answered, "It would be well
for you, that I could conjure a little common sense into that numskull of
yours."  "If I want that commodity," rejoined the squire, "I must go to
another market, I trow.--You legerdemain men be more like to conjure the
money from our pockets than sense into our skulls.  Vor my own part, I
was once cheated of vorty good shillings by one of your broother cups and
balls."  In all probability he would have descended to particulars, had
he not been seized with a return of his nausea, which obliged him to call
for a bumper of brandy.  This remedy being swallowed, the tumult in his
stomach subsided.  He desired he might be put to bed without delay, and
that half a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon might, in a couple of hours,
be dressed for his supper.

He was accordingly led off the scene by the landlady and her daughter;
and Mr. Ferret had just time to observe the fellow was a composition, in
which he did not know whether knave or fool most predominated, when the
master returned from the stable.  He had taken off his helmet, and now
displayed a very engaging countenance.  His age did not seem to exceed
thirty.  He was tall, and seemingly robust; his face long and oval, his
nose aquiline, his mouth furnished with a set of elegant teeth, white as
the drifted snow, his complexion clear, and his aspect noble.  His
chestnut hair loosely flowed in short natural curls; and his grey eyes
shone with such vivacity, as plainly showed that his reason was a little
discomposed.  Such an appearance prepossessed the greater part of the
company in his favour.  He bowed round with the most polite and affable
address; inquired about his squire, and, being informed of the pains Mr.
Fillet had taken for his recovery, insisted upon that gentleman's
accepting a handsome gratuity.  Then, in consideration of the cold bath
he had undergone, he was prevailed upon to take the post of honour;
namely, the great chair fronting the fire, which was reinforced with a
billet of wood for his comfort and convenience.

Perceiving his fellow-travellers, either overawed into silence by his
presence, or struck dumb with admiration at his equipage, he accosted
them in these words, while an agreeable smile dimpled on his cheek:--

"The good company wonders, no doubt, to see a man cased in armour, such
as hath been for above a whole century disused in this and every other
country of Europe; and perhaps they will be still more surprised, when
they hear that man profess himself a novitiate of that military order,
which hath of old been distinguished in Great Britain, as well as through
all Christendom, by the name of knights-errant.  Yes, gentlemen, in that
painful and thorny path of toil and danger I have begun my career, a
candidate for honest fame; determined, as far as in me lies, to honour
and assert the efforts of virtue; to combat vice in all her forms,
redress injuries, chastise oppression, protect the helpless and forlorn,
relieve the indigent, exert my best endeavours in the cause of innocence
and beauty, and dedicate my talents, such as they are, to the service of
my country."

"What!" said Ferret, "you set up for a modern Don Quixote?  The scheme
is rather too stale and extravagant.  What was a humorous romance and
well-timed satire in Spain near two hundred years ago, will make but a
sorry jest, and appear equally insipid and absurd when really acted from
affectation, at this time of day, in a country like England."

The knight, eyeing this censor with a look of disdain, replied, in a
solemn, lofty tone: "He that from affectation imitates the extravagancies
recorded of Don Quixote, is an impostor equally wicked and contemptible.
He that counterfeits madness, unless he dissembles, like the elder
Brutus, for some virtuous purpose, not only debases his own soul, but
acts as a traitor to Heaven, by denying the divinity that is within him.
I am neither an affected imitator of Don Quixote, nor, as I trust in
Heaven, visited by that spirit of lunacy so admirably displayed in the
fictitious character exhibited by the inimitable Cervantes.  I have not
yet encountered a windmill for a giant, nor mistaken this public-house
for a magnificent castle; neither do I believe this gentleman to be the
constable; nor that worthy practitioner to be Master Elizabat, the
surgeon recorded in Amadis de Gaul; nor you to be the enchanter Alquife,
nor any other sage of history or romance; I see and distinguish objects
as they are discerned and described by other men.  I reason without
prejudice, can endure contradiction, and, as the company perceives, even
bear impertinent censure without passion or resentment.  I quarrel with
none but the foes of virtue and decorum, against whom I have declared
perpetual war, and them I will everywhere attack as the natural enemies
of mankind."

"But that war," said the cynic, "may soon be brought to a conclusion, and
your adventures close in Bridewell, provided you meet with some
determined constable, who will seize your worship as a vagrant, according
to the statute."  "Heaven and earth!" cried the stranger, starting up,
and laying his hand on his sword, "do I live to hear myself insulted with
such an opprobrious epithet, and refrain from trampling into dust the
insolent calumniator?"

The tone in which these words were pronounced, and the indignation that
flashed from the eyes of the speaker, intimidated every individual of the
society, and reduced Ferret to a temporary privation of all his
faculties.  His eyes retired within their sockets; his complexion, which
was naturally of a copper hue, now shifted to a leaden colour; his teeth
began to chatter; and all his limbs were agitated by a sudden palsy.  The
knight observed his condition, and resumed his seat, saying, "I was to
blame; my vengeance must be reserved for very different objects.  Friend,
you have nothing to fear--the sudden gust of passion is now blown over.
Recollect yourself, and I will reason calmly on the observation you have
made."

This was a very seasonable declaration to Mr. Ferret, who opened his
eyes, and wiped his forehead, while the other proceeded in these terms:
"You say I am in danger of being apprehended as a vagrant.  I am not so
ignorant of the laws of my country, but that I know the description of
those who fall within the legal meaning of this odious term.  You must
give me leave to inform you, friend, that I am neither bearward, fencer,
stroller, gipsy, mountebank, nor mendicant; nor do I practise subtle
craft, to deceive and impose upon the king's lieges; nor can I be held as
an idle disorderly person, travelling from place to place, collecting
monies by virtue of counterfeited passes, briefs, and other false
pretences; in what respect, therefore, am I to be deemed a vagrant?
Answer boldly without fear or scruple."

To this interrogation the misanthrope replied, with a faltering accent,
"If not a vagrant, you incur the penalty for riding armed in affray of
the peace."  "But, instead of riding armed in affray of the peace,"
resumed the other, "I ride in preservation of the peace; and gentlemen
are allowed by the law to wear armour for their defence.  Some ride with
blunderbusses, some with pistols, some with swords, according to their
various inclinations.  Mine is to wear the armour of my forefathers.
Perhaps I use them for exercise, in order to accustom myself to fatigue,
and strengthen my constitution; perhaps I assume them for a frolic."

"But if you swagger, armed and in disguise, assault me on the highway, or
put me in bodily fear for the sake of the jest, the law will punish you
in earnest," cried the other.  "But my intention," answered the knight,
"is carefully to avoid all those occasions of offence."  "Then," said
Ferret, "you may go unarmed, like other sober people."  "Not so,"
answered the knight; "as I propose to travel all times, and in all
places, mine armour may guard me against the attempts of treachery; it
may defend me in combat against odds, should I be assaulted by a
multitude, or have occasion to bring malefactors to justice."

"What, then," exclaimed the philosopher, "you intend to co-operate with
the honourable fraternity of thief-takers?"  "I do purpose," said the
youth, eyeing him with a look of ineffable contempt, "to act as a
coadjutator to the law, and even to remedy evils which the law cannot
reach; to detect fraud and treason, abase insolence, mortify pride,
discourage slander, disgrace immodesty, and stigmatise ingratitude, but
the infamous part of a thief-catcher's character I disclaim.  I neither
associate with robbers and pickpockets, knowing them to be such, that, in
being intrusted with their secrets, I may the more effectually betray
them; nor shall I ever pocket the reward granted by the legislature to
those by whom robbers are brought to conviction; but I shall always think
it my duty to rid my country of that pernicious vermin, which prey upon
the bowels of the commonwealth--not but that an incorporated company of
licensed thieves might, under proper regulations, be of service to the
community."

Ferret, emboldened by the passive tameness with which the stranger bore
his last reflection, began to think he had nothing of Hector but his
outside, and gave a loose to all the acrimony of his party rancour.
Hearing the knight mention a company of licensed thieves, "What else,"
cried he, "is the majority of the nation?  What is your standing army at
home, that eat up their fellow-subjects?  What are your mercenaries
abroad, whom you hire to fight their own quarrels?  What is your militia,
that wise measure of a sagacious ministry, but a larger gang of petty
thieves, who steal sheep and poultry through mere idleness; and were
they confronted with an enemy, would steal themselves away?  What is your
 .  .  .  but a knot of thieves, who pillage the nation under colour of
law, and enrich themselves with the wreck of their country?  When you
consider the enormous debt of above an hundred millions, the intolerable
load of taxes and impositions under which we groan, and the manner in
which that burden is yearly accumulating, to support two German
electorates, without our receiving anything in return, but the shows of
triumph and shadows of conquest;--I say, when you reflect on these
circumstances, and at the same time behold our cities filled with
bankrupts, and our country with beggars, can you be so infatuated as to
deny that the ministry is mad, or worse than mad--our wealth exhausted,
our people miserable, our credit blasted, and our state on the brink of
perdition?  This prospect, indeed, will make the fainter impression, if
we recollect that we ourselves are a pack of such profligate, corrupted,
pusillanimous rascals, as deserve no salvation."

The stranger, raising his voice to a loud tone, replied, "Such, indeed,
are the insinuations, equally false and insidious, with which the
desperate emissaries of a party endeavour to poison the minds of his
majesty's subjects, in defiance of common honesty and common sense.  But
he must be blind to all perception, and dead to candour, who does not see
and own that we are involved in a just and necessary war, which has been
maintained on truly British principles, prosecuted with vigour, and
crowned with success; that our taxes are easy, in proportion to our
wealth; that our conquests are equally glorious and important; that our
commerce flourishes, our people are happy, and our enemies reduced to
despair.  Is there a man who boasts a British heart, that repines at the
success and prosperity of his country?  Such there are, (Oh, shame to
patriotism, and reproach to Great Britain!) who act as the emissaries of
France, both in word and writing; who exaggerate our necessary burdens,
magnify our dangers, extol the power of our enemies, deride our
victories, extenuate our conquests, condemn the measures of our
government, and scatter the seeds of dissatisfaction through the land.
Such domestic traitors are doubly the objects of detestation;--first, in
perverting truth; and, secondly, in propagating falsehood, to the
prejudice of that community of which they have professed themselves
members.  One of these is well known by the name of Ferret, an old,
rancorous, incorrigible instrument of sedition.  Happy it is for him that
he has never fallen in my way; for, notwithstanding the maxims of
forbearance which I have adopted, the indignation which the character of
that caitiff inspires, would probably impel me to some act of violence,
and I should crush him like an ungrateful viper, that gnawed the bosom
which warmed it into life!"

These last words were pronounced with a wildness of look, that even
bordered upon frenzy.  The misanthrope once more retired to the pantry
for shelter, and the rest of the guests were evidently disconcerted.

Mr. Fillet, in order to change the conversation, which was likely to
produce serious consequences, expressed uncommon satisfaction at the
remarks which the knight had made, signified his approbation of the
honourable office he had undertaken, declared himself happy in having
seen such an accomplished cavalier, and observed, that nothing was
wanting to render him a complete knight-errant, but some celebrated
beauty, the mistress of his heart, whose idea might animate his breast,
and strengthen his arm to the utmost exertion of valour.  He added, that
love was the soul of chivalry.

The stranger started at this discourse.  He turned his eyes on the
surgeon with a fixed regard; his countenance changed; a torrent of tears
gushed down his cheeks; his head sunk upon his bosom; he heaved a
profound sigh, and remained in silence with all the external marks of
unutterable sorrow.  The company were, in some measure, infected by his
despondence, concerning the cause of which, however, they would not
venture to inquire.

By this time the landlady, having disposed of the squire, desired to
know, with many curtsies, if his honour would not choose to put off his
wet garments, assuring him, that she had a very good feather bed at his
service, upon which many gentlevolks of the virst quality had lain, that
the sheets were well aired, and that Dolly would warm them for his
worship with a pan of coals.  This hospitable offer being repeated, he
seemed to wake from a trance of grief, arose from his seat, and, bowing
courteously to the company, withdrew.

Captain Crowe, whose faculty of speech had been all this time absorbed in
amazement, now broke into the conversation with a volley of
interjections.  "Split my snatchblock!--Odd's firkin!--Splice my old
shoes!--I have sailed the salt seas, brother, since I was no higher than
the Triton's taffrel--east, west, north, and south, as the saying is--
Blacks, Indians, Moors, Morattos, and Seapoys;--but, smite my timbers!
such a man of war--"

Here he was interrupted by his nephew, Tom Clarke, who had disappeared at
the knight's first entrance, and now produced himself with an eagerness
in his look, while the tears stared in his eyes.--"Lord bless my soul!"
cried he, "I know that gentleman, and his servant, as well as I know my
own father!--I am his own godson, uncle; he stood for me when he was a
boy--yes, indeed, sir, my father was steward to the estate--I may say I
was bred up in the family of Sir Everhard Greaves, who has been dead
these two years--this is the only son, Sir Launcelot; the best-natured,
worthy, generous gentleman--I care not who knows it.  I love him as well
as if he was my own flesh and blood."

At this period, Tom, whose heart was of the melting mood, began to sob
and weep plenteously, from pure affection.  Crowe, who was not very
subject to these tendernesses, d---ed him for a chicken-hearted lubber;
repeating, with much peevishness, "What dost cry for? what dost cry for,
noddy?"  The surgeon, impatient to know the story of Sir Launcelot, which
he had heard imperfectly recounted, begged that Mr. Clarke would compose
himself, and relate it as circumstantially as his memory would retain the
particulars; and Tom, wiping his eyes, promised to give him that
satisfaction; which the reader, if he be so minded, may partake in the
next chapter.




CHAPTER THREE

WHICH THE READER, ON PERUSAL, MAY WISH WERE CHAPTER THE LAST.


The doctor prescribed a repetatur of the julep, and mixed the
ingredients, secundum artem; Tom Clarke hemmed thrice, to clear his
pipes; while the rest of the company, including Dolly and her mother, who
had by this time administered to the knight, composed themselves into
earnest and hushed attention.  Then the young lawyer began his narrative
to this effect:--

"I tell ye what, gemmen, I don't pretend in this here case to flourish
and harangue like a--having never been called to--but what of that, d'ye
see? perhaps I may know as much as--facts are facts, as the saying is.--I
shall tell, repeat, and relate a plain story--matters of fact, d'ye see,
without rhetoric, oratory, ornament, or embellishment; without
repetition, tautology, circumlocution, or going about the bush; facts
which I shall aver, partly on the testimony of my own knowledge, and
partly from the information of responsible evidences of good repute and
credit, any circumstance known to the contrary notwithstanding.--For as
the law saith, if so be as how there is an exception to evidence, that
exception is in its nature but a denial of what is taken to be good by
the other party, and exceptio in non exceptis, firmat regulam, d'ye see.
--But howsomever, in regard to this here affair, we need not be so
scrupulous as if we were pleading before a judge sedente curia."

Ferret, whose curiosity was rather more eager than that of any other
person in this audience, being provoked by this preamble, dashed the pipe
he had just filled in pieces against the grate; and after having
pronounced the interjection pish! with an acrimony of aspect altogether
peculiar to himself, "If," said he, "impertinence and folly were felony
by the statute, there would be no warrant of unexceptionable evidence to
hang such an eternal babbler."  "Anan, babbler!" cried Tom, reddening
with passion, and starting up; "I'd have you to know, sir, that I can
bite as well as babble; and that, if I am so minded, I can run upon the
foot after my game without being in fault, as the saying is; and, which
is more, I can shake an old fox by the collar."

How far this young lawyer might have proceeded to prove himself staunch
on the person of the misanthrope, if he had not been prevented, we shall
not determine; but the whole company were alarmed at his looks and
expressions.  Dolly's rosy cheeks assumed an ash colour, while she ran
between the disputants, crying, "Naay, naay--vor the love of God doan't
then, doan't then!"  But Captain Crowe exerted a parental authority over
his nephew, saying, "Avast, Tom, avast!--Snug's the word--we'll have no
boarding, d'ye see.--Haul forward thy chair again, take thy berth, and
proceed with thy story in a direct course, without yawing like a Dutch
yanky."

Tom, thus tutored, recollected himself, resumed his seat, and, after some
pause, plunged at once into the current of narration.  "I told you
before, gemmen, that the gentleman in armour was the only son of Sir
Everhard Greaves, who possessed a free estate of five thousand a year in
our country, and was respected by all his neighbours as much for his
personal merit as for his family fortune.  With respect to his son
Launcelot, whom you have seen, I can remember nothing until he returned
from the university, about the age of seventeen, and then I myself was
not more than ten years old.  The young gemman was at that time in
mourning for his mother; though, God knows, Sir Everhard had more cause
to rejoice than to be afflicted at her death:--for, among friends" (here
he lowered his voice, and looked round the kitchen), "she was very
whimsical, expensive, ill-tempered, and, I'm afraid, a little--upon the--
flightly order--a little touched or so;--but mum for that--the lady is
now dead; and it is my maxim, de mortuis nil nisi bonum.  The young
squire was even then very handsome, and looked remarkably well in his
weepers; but he had an awkward air and shambling gait, stooped mortally,
and was so shy and silent that he would not look a stranger in the face,
nor open his mouth before company.  Whenever he spied a horse or carriage
at the gate, he would make his escape into the garden, and from thence
into the park; where many is the good time and often he has been found
sitting under a tree, with a book in his hand, reading Greek, Latin, and
other foreign linguas.

"Sir Everhard himself was no great scholar, and my father had forgot his
classical learning; and so the rector of the parish was desired to
examine young Launcelot.  It was a long time before he found an
opportunity; the squire always gave him the slip.--At length the parson
catched him in bed of a morning, and, locking the door, to it they went
tooth and nail.  What passed betwixt them the Lord in heaven knows; but
when the doctor came forth, he looked wild and haggard as if he had seen
a ghost, his face as white as paper, and his lips trembling like an
aspen-leaf.  'Parson,' said the knight, 'what is the matter?--how dost
find my son?  I hope he won't turn out a ninny, and disgrace his family?'
The doctor, wiping the sweat from his forehead, replied, with some
hesitation, 'he could not tell--he hoped the best--the squire was to be
sure a very extraordinary young gentleman.'--But the father urging him to
give an explicit answer, he frankly declared, that, in his opinion, the
son would turn out either a mirror of wisdom, or a monument of folly; for
his genius and disposition were altogether preternatural.  The knight was
sorely vexed at this declaration, and signified his displeasure by
saying, the doctor, like a true priest, dealt in mysteries and oracles,
that would admit of different and indeed contrary interpretations.  He
afterwards consulted my father, who had served as a steward upon the
estate for above thirty years, and acquired a considerable share of his
favour.  'Will Clarke,' said he, with tears in his eyes, 'what shall I do
with this unfortunate lad?  I would to God he had never been born; for I
fear he will bring my grey hairs with sorrow to the grave.  When I am
gone, he will throw away the estate, and bring himself to infamy and
ruin, by keeping company with rooks and beggars.--O Will! I could forgive
extravagance in a young man; but it breaks my heart to see my only son
give such repeated proofs of a mean spirit and sordid disposition!'

"Here the old gentleman shed a flood of tears, and not without some
shadow of reason.  By this time Launcelot was grown so reserved to his
father, that he seldom saw him or any of his relations, except when he
was in a manner forced to appear at table, and there his bashfulness
seemed every day to increase.  On the other hand, he had formed some very
strange connexions.  Every morning he visited the stable, where he not
only conversed with the grooms and helpers, but scraped acquaintance with
the horses; he fed his favourites with his own hand, stroked, caressed,
and rode them by turns; till at last they grew so familiar, that, even
when they were a-field at grass, and saw him at a distance, they would
toss their manes, whinny like so many colts at sight of the dam, and,
galloping up to the place where he stood, smell him all over.

"You must know that I myself, though a child, was his companion in all
these excursions.  He took a liking to me on account of my being his
godson, and gave me more money than I knew what to do with.  He had
always plenty of cash for the asking, as my father was ordered to supply
him liberally, the knight thinking that a command of money might help to
raise his thoughts to a proper consideration of his own importance.  He
never could endure a common beggar, that was not either in a state of
infancy or of old age; but, in other respects, he made the guineas fly in
such a manner, as looked more like madness than generosity.  He had no
communication with your rich yeomen, but rather treated them and their
families with studied contempt, because forsooth they pretended to assume
the dress and manners of the gentry.

"They kept their footmen, their saddle horses, and chaises; their wives
and daughters appeared in their jewels, their silks, and their satins,
their negligees and trollopees; their clumsy shanks, like so many shins
of beef, were cased in silk hose and embroidered slippers; their raw red
fingers, gross as the pipes of a chamber organ, which had been employed
in milking the cows, in twirling the mop or churn-staff, being adorned
with diamonds, were taught to thrum the pandola, and even to touch the
keys of the harpsichord!  Nay, in every village they kept a rout, and set
up an assembly; and in one place a hog-butcher was master of the
ceremonies.

"I have heard Mr. Greaves ridicule them for their vanity and awkward
imitation; and therefore, I believe, he avoided all concerns with them,
even when they endeavoured to engage his attention.  It was the lower
sort of people with whom he chiefly conversed, such as ploughmen,
ditchers, and other day-labourers.  To every cottager in the parish he
was a bounteous benefactor.  He was, in the literal sense of the word, a
careful overseer of the poor; for he went from house to house,
industriously inquiring into the distresses of the people.  He repaired
their huts, clothed their backs, filled their bellies, and supplied them
with necessaries for exercising their industry and different occupations.

"I'll give you one instance now, as a specimen of his character:--He and
I, strolling one day on the side of a common, saw two boys picking hips
and haws from the hedges; one seemed to be about five, and the other a
year older; they were both barefoot and ragged, but at the same time fat,
fair, and in good condition.  'Who do you belong to?' said Mr. Greaves.
'To Mary Stile,' replied the oldest, 'the widow that rents one of them
housen.'  'And how dost live, my boy?  Thou lookest fresh and jolly,'
resumed the squire.  'Lived well enough till yesterday,' answered the
child.  'And pray what happened yesterday, my boy?' continued Mr.
Greaves.  'Happened!' said he, 'why, mammy had a coople of little Welsh
keawes, that gi'en milk enough to fill all our bellies; mammy's, and
mine, and Dick's here, and my two little sisters' at hoam:--Yesterday the
squire seized the keawes for rent, God rot'un!  Mammy's gone to bed sick
and sulky; my two sisters be crying at hoam vor vood; and Dick and I be
come hither to pick haws and bullies.'

"My godfather's face grew red as scarlet; he took one of the children in
either hand, and leading them towards the house, found Sir Everhard
talking with my father before the gate.  Instead of avoiding the old
gentleman, as usual, he brushed up to him with a spirit he had never
shown before, and presenting the two ragged boys, 'Surely, sir,' said he,
'you will not countenance that there ruffian, your steward, in oppressing
the widow and fatherless?  On pretence of distraining for the rent of a
cottage, he has robbed the mother of these and other poor infant-orphans
of two cows, which afforded them their whole sustenance.  Shall you be
concerned in tearing the hard-earned morsel from the mouth of indigence?
Shall your name, which has been so long mentioned as a blessing, be now
detested as a curse by the poor, the helpless, and forlorn?  The father
of these babes was once your gamekeeper, who died of a consumption caught
in your service.--You see they are almost naked--I found them plucking
haws and sloes, in order to appease their hunger.  The wretched mother is
starving in a cold cottage, distracted with the cries of other two
infants, clamorous for food; and while her heart is bursting with anguish
and despair, she invokes Heaven to avenge the widow's cause upon the head
of her unrelenting landlord!'

"This unexpected address brought tears into the eyes of the good old
gentleman.  'Will Clarke,' said he to my father, 'how durst you abuse my
authority at this rate?  You who know I have always been a protector, not
an oppressor of the needy and unfortunate.  I charge you, go immediately
and comfort this poor woman with immediate relief; instead of her own
cows, let her have two of the best milch cows of my dairy; they shall
graze in my parks in summer, and be foddered with my hay in winter.--She
shall sit rent-free for life; and I will take care of these her poor
orphans.'

"This was a very affecting scene.  Mr. Launcelot took his father's hand
and kissed it, while the tears ran down his cheeks; and Sir Everhard
embraced his son with great tenderness, crying, 'My dear boy!  God be
praised for having given you such a feeling heart.'  My father himself
was moved, thof a practitioner of the law, and consequently used to
distresses.--He declared, that he had given no directions to distrain;
and that the bailiff must have done it by his own authority.--'If that be
the case,' said the young squire, 'let the inhuman rascal be turned out
of our service.'

"Well, gemmen, all the children were immediately clothed and fed, and the
poor widow had well-nigh run distracted with joy.  The old knight, being
of a humane temper himself, was pleased to see such proofs of his son's
generosity.  He was not angry at his spending his money, but at
squandering away his time among the dregs of the people.  For you must
know, he not only made matches, portioned poor maidens, and set up young
couples that came together without money; but he mingled in every rustic
diversion, and bore away the prize in every contest.  He excelled every
swain of that district in feats of strength and activity; in leaping,
running, wrestling, cricket, cudgel-playing, and pitching the bar; and
was confessed to be, out of sight, the best dancer at all wakes and
holidays.  Happy was the country-girl who could engage the young squire
as her partner!  To be sure, it was a comely sight for to see as how the
buxom country-lasses, fresh and fragrant and blushing like the rose, in
their best apparel dight, their white hose, and clean short dimity
petticoats, their gaudy gowns of printed cotton; their top-knots and
stomachers, bedizened with bunches of ribbons of various colours, green,
pink, and yellow; to see them crowned with garlands, and assembled on
Mayday, to dance before Squire Launcelot, as he made his morning's
progress through the village.  Then all the young peasants made their
appearance with cockades, suited to the fancies of their several
sweethearts, and boughs of flowering hawthorn.  The children sported
about like flocks of frisking lambs, or the young fry swarming under the
sunny bank of some meandering river.  The old men and women, in their
holiday garments, stood at their doors to receive their benefactor, and
poured forth blessings on him as he passed.  The children welcomed him
with their shrill shouts, the damsels with songs of praise, and the young
men, with the pipe and tabor, marched before him to the May-pole, which
was bedecked with flowers and bloom.  There the rural dance began.  A
plentiful dinner, with oceans of good liquor, was bespoke at the White
Hart.  The whole village was regaled at the squire's expense; and both
the day and the night was spent in mirth and pleasure.

"Lord help you! he could not rest if he thought there was an aching heart
in the whole parish.  Every paltry cottage was in a little time converted
into a pretty, snug, comfortable habitation, with a wooden porch at the
door, glass casements in the windows, and a little garden behind, well
stored with greens, roots, and salads.  In a word, the poor's rate was
reduced to a mere trifle; and one would have thought the golden age
was revived in Yorkshire.  But, as I told you before, the old knight
could not bear to see his only son so wholly attached to these lowly
pleasures, while he industriously shunned all opportunities of appearing
in that superior sphere to which he was designed by nature and by
fortune.  He imputed his conduct to meanness of spirit, and advised with
my father touching the properest expedient to wean his affections from
such low-born pursuits.  My father counselled him to send the young
gentleman up to London, to be entered as a student in the Temple, and
recommended him to the superintendence of some person who knew the town,
and might engage him insensibly in such amusements and connexions, as
would soon lift his ideas above the humble objects on which they had been
hitherto employed.

"This advice appeared so salutary, that it was followed without the least
hesitation.  The young squire himself was perfectly well satisfied with
the proposal; and in a few days he set out for the great city.  But there
was not a dry eye in the parish at his departure, although he prevailed
upon his father to pay in his absence all the pensions he had granted to
those who could not live on the fruit of their own industry.  In what
manner he spent his time in London, it is none of my business to inquire;
thof I know pretty well what kind of lives are led by gemmen of your Inns
of Court.--I myself once belonged to Serjeants' Inn, and was perhaps as
good a wit and a critic as any Templar of them all.  Nay, as for that
matter, thof I despise vanity, I can aver with a safe conscience, that I
had once the honour to belong to the society called the Town.  We were
all of us attorney's clerks, gemmen, and had our meetings at an ale-house
in Butcher Row, where we regulated the diversions of the theatre.

"But to return from this digression.  Sir Everhard Greaves did not seem
to be very well pleased with the conduct of his son at London.  He got
notice of some irregularities and scrapes into which he had fallen; and
the squire seldom wrote to his father, except to draw upon him for money;
which he did so fast, that in eighteen months the old gentleman lost all
patience.

"At this period Squire Darnel chanced to die, leaving an only daughter, a
minor, heiress of three thousand a year under the guardianship of her
uncle Anthony, whose brutal character all the world knows.  The breath
was no sooner out of his brother's body, than he resolved, if possible,
to succeed him in parliament as representative for the borough of
Ashenton.  Now you must know, that this borough had been for many years a
bone of contention between the families of Greaves and Darnel; and at
length the difference was compromised by the interposition of friends, on
condition that Sir Everhard and Squire Darnel should alternately
represent the place in parliament.  They agreed to this compromise for
their mutual convenience; but they were never heartily reconciled.  Their
political principles did not tally; and their wives looked upon each
other as rivals in fortune and magnificence.  So that there was no
intercourse between them, thof they lived in the same neighbourhood.  On
the contrary, in all disputes, they constantly headed the opposite
parties.  Sir Everhard understanding that Anthony Darnel had begun to
canvass, and was putting every iron in the fire, in violation and
contempt of the pactum familiae before mentioned, fell into a violent
passion, that brought on a severe fit of the gout; by which he was
disabled from giving personal attention to his own interest.  My father,
indeed, employed all his diligence and address, and spared neither money,
time, nor constitution, till at length he drank himself into a
consumption, which was the death of him.  But, after all, there is a
great difference between a steward and a principal.  Mr. Darnel attended
in propria persona, flattered and caressed the women, feasted the
electors, hired mobs, made processions, and scattered about his money in
such a manner, that our friends durst hardly show their heads in public.

"At this very crisis, our young squire, to whom his father had written an
account of the transaction, arrived unexpectedly at Greavesbury Hall, and
had a long private conference with Sir Everhard.  The news of his return
spread like wildfire through all that part of the country.  Bonfires were
made, and the bells set a-ringing in several towns and steeples; and next
morning above seven hundred people were assembled at the gate, with
music, flags, and streamers, to welcome their young squire, and accompany
him to the borough of Ashenton.  He set out on foot with his retinue, and
entered one end of the town just as Mr. Darnel's mob had come in at the
other.  Both arrived about the same time at the market-place; but Mr.
Darnel, mounting first into the balcony of the town-house, made a long
speech to the people in favour of his own pretensions, not without some
invidious reflections glanced at Sir Everhard, his competitor.

"We did not much mind the acclamations of his party, which we knew had
been hired for the purpose; but we were in some pain for Mr. Greaves, who
had not been used to speak in public.  He took his turn, however, in the
balcony, and, uncovering his head, bowed all round with the most engaging
courtesy.  He was dressed in a green frock, trimmed with gold, and his
own dark hair flowed about his ears in natural curls, while his face was
overspread with a blush, that improved the glow of youth to a deeper
crimson; and I daresay set many a female heart a palpitating.  When he
made his first appearance, there was just such a humming and clapping of
hands as you may have heard when the celebrated Garrick comes upon the
stage in King Lear, or King Richard, or any other top character.  But how
agreeably were we disappointed, when our young gentleman made such an
oration as would not have disgraced a Pitt, an Egmont, or a Murray! while
he spoke, all was hushed in admiration and attention; you could have
almost heard a feather drop to the ground.  It would have charmed you to
hear with what modesty he recounted the services which his father and
grandfather had done to the corporation; with what eloquence he
expatiated upon the shameful infraction of the treaty subsisting between
the two families; and with what keen and spirited strokes of satire he
retorted the sarcasms of Darnel.

"He no sooner concluded his harangue, than there was such a burst of
applause, as seemed to rend the very sky.  Our music immediately struck
up; our people advanced with their ensigns, and, as every man had a good
cudgel, broken heads would have ensued, had not Mr. Darnel and his party
thought proper to retreat with uncommon despatch.  He never offered to
make another public entrance, as he saw the torrent ran so violently
against him; but sat down with his loss, and withdrew his opposition,
though at bottom extremely mortified and incensed.  Sir Everhard was
unanimously elected, and appeared to be the happiest man upon earth; for,
besides the pleasure arising from his victory over this competitor, he
was now fully satisfied that his son, instead of disgracing, would do
honour to his family.  It would have moved a heart of stone, to see with
what a tender transport of paternal joy he received his dear Launcelot,
after having heard of his deportment and success at Ashenton; where, by
the bye, he gave a ball to the ladies, and displayed as much elegance and
politeness, as if he had been bred at the court of Versailles.

"This joyous season was of short duration.  In a little time all the
happiness of the family was overcast by a sad incident, which hath left
such an unfortunate impression upon the mind of the young gentleman, as,
I am afraid, will never be effaced.  Mr. Darnel's niece and ward, the
great heiress, whose name is Aurelia, was the most celebrated beauty of
the whole country; if I said the whole kingdom, or indeed all Europe,
perhaps I should barely do her justice.  I don't pretend to be a limner,
gemmen; nor does it become me to delineate such excellence; but surely I
may presume to repeat from the play--

     Oh! she is all that painting can express,
     Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

"At that time she might be about seventeen, tall and fair, and so
exquisitely shaped--you may talk of your Venus de Medicis, your Dianas,
your Nymphs, and Galateas; but if Praxiteles, and Roubilliac, and Wilton,
were to lay their heads together, in order to make a complete pattern of
beauty, they would hardly reach her model of perfection.--As for
complexion, poets will talk of blending the lily with the rose, and bring
in a parcel of similes of cowslips, carnations, pinks, and daisies.--
There's Dolly, now, has got a very good complexion.--Indeed, she's the
very picture of health and innocence--you are, indeed, my pretty lass;--
but parva componere magnis.--Miss Darnel is all amazing beauty, delicacy,
and dignity!  Then the softness and expression of her fine blue eyes; her
pouting lips of coral hue; her neck, that rises like a tower of polished
alabaster between two mounts of snow.  I tell you what, gemmen, it don't
signify talking; if e'er a one of you was to meet this young lady alone,
in the midst of a heath or common, or any unfrequented place, he would
down on his knees, and think he kneeled before some supernatural being.
I'll tell you more: she not only resembles an angel in beauty, but a
saint in goodness, and an hermit in humility;--so void of all pride and
affectation; so soft, and sweet, and affable, and humane!  Lord! I could
tell such instances of her charity!

"Sure enough, she and Sir Launcelot were formed by nature for each other.
Howsoever, the cruel hand of fortune hath intervened, and severed them
for ever.  Every soul that knew them both, said it was a thousand pities
but they should come together, and extinguish, in their happy union, the
mutual animosity of the two families, which had so often embroiled the
whole neighbourhood.  Nothing was heard but the praises of Miss Aurelia
Darnel and Mr. Launcelot Greaves; and no doubt the parties were
prepossessed, by this applause, in favour of each other.  At length, Mr.
Greaves went one Sunday to her parish church; but, though the greater
part of the congregation watched their looks, they could not perceive
that she took the least notice of him; or that he seemed to be struck
with her appearance.  He afterwards had an opportunity of seeing her,
more at leisure, at the York assembly, during the races; but this
opportunity was productive of no good effect, because he had that same
day quarrelled with her uncle on the turf.

"An old grudge, you know, gemmen, is soon inflamed to a fresh rupture.
It was thought Mr. Darnel came on purpose to show his resentment.  They
differed about a bet upon Miss Cleverlegs, and, in the course of the
dispute, Mr. Darnel called him a petulant boy.  The young squire, who was
as hasty as gunpowder, told him he was man enough to chastise him for his
insolence; and would do it on the spot, if he thought it would not
interrupt the diversion.  In all probability they would have come to
points immediately, had not the gentlemen interposed; so that nothing
further passed, but abundance of foul language on the part of Mr.
Anthony, and a repeated defiance to single combat.

"Mr. Greaves, making a low bow, retired from the field; and in the
evening danced at the assembly with a young lady from the bishoprick,
seemingly in good temper and spirits, without having any words with Mr.
Darnel, who was also present.  But in the morning he visited that proud
neighbour betimes; and they had almost reached a grove of trees on the
north side of the town, when they were suddenly overtaken by half a dozen
gentlemen, who had watched their motions.  It was in vain for them to
dissemble their design, which could not now take effect.  They gave up
their pistols, and a reconciliation was patched up by the pressing
remonstrances of their common friends; but Mr. Darnel's hatred still
rankled at bottom, and soon broke out in the sequel.  About three months
after this transaction, his niece Aurelia, with her mother, having been
to visit a lady in the chariot, the horses being young, and not used to
the traces, were startled at the braying of a jackass on the common, and,
taking fright, ran away with the carriage, like lightning.  The coachman
was thrown from the box, and the ladies screamed piteously for help.  Mr.
Greaves chanced to be a-horseback on the other side of an enclosure, when
he heard their shrieks; and riding up the hedge, knew the chariot, and
saw their disaster.  The horses were then running full speed in such a
direction, as to drive headlong over a precipice into a stone quarry,
where they and the chariot, and the ladies, must be dashed to pieces.

"You may conceive, gemmen, what his thoughts were when he saw such a fine
young lady, in the flower of her age, just plunging into eternity; when
he saw the lovely Aurelia on the brink of being precipitated among rocks,
where her delicate limbs must be mangled and tore asunder; when he
perceived, that, before he could ride round by the gate, the tragedy
would be finished.  The fence was so thick and high, flanked with a broad
ditch on the outside, that he could not hope to clear it, although he was
mounted on Scipio, bred out of Miss Cowslip, the sire Muley, and his
grandsire the famous Arabian Mustapha.--Scipio was bred by my father, who
would not have taken a hundred guineas for him, from any other person but
the young squire--indeed, I have heard my poor father say"----

By this time Ferret's impatience was become so outrageous, that he
exclaimed in a furious tone, "D--n your father, and his horse, and his
colt into the bargain!"

Tom made no reply; but began to strip with great expedition.  Captain
Crowe was so choked with passion that he could utter nothing but
disjointed sentences.  He rose from his seat, brandished his horsewhip,
and, seizing his nephew by the collar, cried, "Odd's heartlikins! sirrah,
I have a good mind--Devil fire your running tackle, you landlubber!--
can't you steer without all this tacking hither and thither, and the Lord
knows whither?--'Noint my block!  I'd give thee a rope's end for thy
supper if it wan't"----

Dolly had conceived a sneaking kindness for the young lawyer, and
thinking him in danger of being roughly handled, flew to his relief.  She
twisted her hand in Crowe's neckcloth without ceremony, crying, "Sha't
then, I tell thee, old codger--who kears a vig vor thy voolish tantrums?"

While Crowe looked black in the face, and ran the risk of strangulation
under the gripe of this Amazon, Mr. Clarke having disengaged himself of
his hat, wig, coat, and waistcoat, advanced in an elegant attitude of
manual offence towards the misanthrope, who snatched up a gridiron from
the chimney corner, and Discord seemed to clap her sooty wings in
expectation of battle.  But as the reader may have more than once already
cursed the unconscionable length of this chapter, we must postpone to the
next opportunity the incidents that succeeded this denunciation of war.




CHAPTER FOUR

IN WHICH IT APPEARS THAT THE KNIGHT, WHEN HEARTILY SET IN FOR SLEEPING,
WAS NOT EASILY DISTURBED.


In all probability the kitchen of the Black Lion, from a domestic temple
of society and good fellowship, would have been converted into a scene or
stage of sanguinary dispute, had not Pallas, or Discretion, interposed in
the person of Mr. Fillet, and, with the assistance of the ostler,
disarmed the combatants, not only of their arms, but also of their
resentment.

The impetuosity of Mr. Clarke was a little checked at sight of the
gridiron, which Ferret brandished with uncommon dexterity; a circumstance
from whence the company were, upon reflection, induced to believe,
that before he plunged into the sea of politics, he had occasionally
figured in the character of that facetious droll, who accompanies your
itinerant physicians, under the familiar appellation of Merry-Andrew, or
Jack-Pudding, and on a wooden stage entertains the populace with a solo
on the saltbox, or a sonata on the tongs and gridiron.  Be that as it
may, the young lawyer seemed to be a little discomposed at the glancing
of this extraordinary weapon of offence, which the fair hands of Dolly
had scoured, until it had shone as bright as the shield of Achilles; or
as the emblem of good old English fare, which hangs by a red ribbon round
the neck of that thrice-honoured sage's head, in velvet bonnet cased, who
presides by rotation at the genial board, distinguished by the title of
the Beef-steak Club where the delicate rumps irresistibly attract the
stranger's eye, and, while they seem to cry, "Come cut me--come cut me,"
constrain, by wondrous sympathy, each mouth to overflow.  Where the
obliging and humorous Jemmy B----t, the gentle Billy H----d, replete with
human kindness, and the generous Johnny B----d, respected and beloved by
all the world, attend as the priests and ministers of mirth, good cheer,
and jollity, and assist with culinary art the raw, unpractised, awkward
guest.

But to return from this digressive simile.  The ostler no sooner stept
between those menacing antagonists, than Tom Clarke very quietly resumed
his clothes, and Mr. Ferret resigned the gridiron without further
question.  The doctor did not find it quite so easy to release the throat
of Captain Crowe from the masculine grasp of the virago Dolly, whose
fingers could not be disengaged until the honest seaman was almost at the
last gasp.  After some pause, during which he panted for breath, and
untied his neckcloth, "D--n thee, for a brimstone galley," cried he; "I
was never so grappled withal since I knew a card from a compass.--
Adzooks! the jade has so tautened my rigging, d'ye see, that I--Snatch my
bowlines, if I come athwart thy hawser, I'll turn thy keel upwards--or
mayhap set thee a-driving under thy bare poles--I will--I will, you
hell-fire, saucy--I will."

Dolly made no reply; but seeing Mr. Clarke sit down again with great
composure, took her station likewise at the opposite side of the
apartment.  Then Mr. Fillet requested the lawyer to proceed with his
story, which, after three hems, he accordingly prosecuted in these words:

"I told you, gemmen, that Mr. Greaves was mounted on Scipio, when he saw
Miss Darnel and her mother in danger of being hurried over a precipice.
Without reflecting a moment, he gave Scipio the spur, and at one spring
he cleared five-and-twenty feet, over hedge and ditch and every
obstruction.  Then he rode full speed, in order to turn the coach-horses;
and, finding them quite wild and furious, endeavoured to drive against
the counter of the hither horse, which he missed, and staked poor Scipio
on the pole of the coach.  The shock was so great, that the coach-horses
made a full stop within ten yards of the quarry, and Mr. Greaves was
thrown forwards towards the coach-box, which mounting with admirable
dexterity, he seized the reins before the horses could recover of their
fright.  At that instant the coachman came running up, and loosed them
from the traces with the utmost despatch.  Mr. Greaves had now time to
give his attention to the ladies, who were well-nigh distracted with
fear.  He no sooner opened the chariot door than Aurelia, with a wildness
of look, sprung into his arms, and, clasping him round the neck, fainted
away.  I leave you to guess, gemmen, what were his feelings at this
instant.  The mother was not so discomposed, but that she could
contribute to the recovery of her daughter, whom the young squire still
supported in his embrace.  At length she retrieved the use of her senses,
and, perceiving the situation in which she was, the blood revisited her
face with a redoubled glow, while she desired him to set her down upon
the turf.

"Mrs. Darnel, far from being shy or reserved in her compliments of
acknowledgments, kissed Mr. Launcelot without ceremony, the tears of
gratitude running down her cheeks; she called him her dear son, her
generous deliverer, who, at the hazard of his own life, had saved her and
her child from the most dismal fate that could be imagined.

"Mr. Greaves was so much transported on this occasion, that he could not
help disclosing a passion, which he had hitherto industriously concealed.
'What I have done,' said he, 'was but a common office of humanity, which
I would have performed for any of my fellow-creatures; but for the
preservation of Miss Aurelia Darnel, I would at any time sacrifice my
life with pleasure.'  The young lady did not hear this declaration
unmoved.  Her face was again flushed, and her eyes sparkled with
pleasure.  Nor was the youth's confession disagreeable to the good lady,
her mother, who, at one glance, perceived all the advantages of such an
union between the two families.

"Mr. Greaves proposed to send the coachman to his father's stable for a
pair of sober horses, that could be depended upon, to draw the ladies
home to their own habitation; but they declined the offer, and chose to
walk, as the distance was not great.  He then insisted upon his being
their conductor; and, each taking him under the arm, supported them to
their own gate, where such an apparition filled all the domestics with
astonishment.  Mrs. Darnel taking him by the hand, led him into the
house, where she welcomed him with another affectionate embrace, and
indulged him with an ambrosial kiss of Aurelia, saying, 'But for you, we
had both been by this time in eternity.  Sure it was Heaven that sent you
as an angel to our assistance!'  She kindly inquired if he had himself
sustained any damage in administering that desperate remedy to which they
owed their lives.  She entertained him with a small collation; and, in
the course of the conversation, lamented the animosity which had so long
divided two neighbouring families of such influence and character.  He
was not slow in signifying his approbation of her remarks, and expressing
the most eager desire of seeing all those unhappy differences removed.
In a word, they parted with mutual satisfaction.

"Just as he advanced from the outward gate, on his return to Greavesbury
Hall, he was met by Anthony Darnel on horseback, who, riding up to him
with marks of surprise and resentment, saluted him with, 'Your servant,
sir.--Have you any commands for me?'  The other replying with an air of
indifference, 'None at all,'--Mr. Darnel asked, what had procured him the
honour of a visit.  The young gentleman, perceiving by the manner in
which he spoke, that the old quarrel was not yet extinguished, answered
with equal disdain, that the visit was not intended for him; and that, if
he wanted to know the cause of it, he might inform himself by his own
servants.  'So I shall,' cried the uncle of Aurelia; 'and perhaps let you
know my sentiments of the matter.'--'Hereafter as it may be,' said the
youth; who, turning out of the avenue, walked home, and made his father
acquainted with the particulars of this adventure.

"The old gentleman chid him for his rashness; but seemed pleased with the
success of his attempt; and still more so, when he understood his
sentiments of Aurelia, and the deportment of the ladies.

"Next day the son sent over a servant with a compliment to inquire about
their health; and the messenger, being seen by Mr. Darnel, was told that
the ladies were indisposed, and did not choose to be troubled with
messages.  The mother was really seized with a fever, produced by the
agitation of her spirits, which every day became more and more violent,
until the physicians despaired of her life.  Believing that her end
approached, she sent a trusty servant to Mr. Greaves, desiring that she
might see him without delay; and he immediately set out with the
messenger, who introduced him in the dark.

"He found the old lady in bed almost exhausted, and the fair Aurelia
sitting by her overwhelmed with grief, her lovely hair in the utmost
disorder, and her charming eyes inflamed with weeping.  The good lady
beckoning Mr. Launcelot to approach, and directing all the attendants to
quit the room, except a favourite maid, from whom I learned the story,
she took him by the hand, and fixing her eyes upon him with all the
fondness of a mother, shed some tears in silence, while the same marks of
sorrow trickled down his cheeks.  After this affecting pause, 'My dear
son,' said she, 'Oh! that I could have lived to see you so indeed! you
find me hastening to the goal of life.'  Here the tender-hearted Aurelia,
being unable to contain herself longer, broke out into a violent passion
of grief, and wept aloud.  The mother, waiting patiently till she had
thus given vent to her anguish, calmly entreated her to resign herself
submissively to the will of Heaven; then turning to Mr. Launcelot, 'I had
indulged,' said she, 'a fond hope of seeing you allied to my family.
This is no time for me to insist upon the ceremonies and forms of a vain
world.  Aurelia looks upon you with the eyes of tender prepossession.'
No sooner had she pronounced these words than he threw himself on his
knees before the young lady, and pressing her hand to his lips, breathed
the softest expressions which the most delicate love could suggest.  'I
know,' resumed the mother, 'that your passion is mutually sincere, and I
should die satisfied if I thought your union would not be opposed; but
that violent man, my brother-in-law, who is Aurelia's sole guardian, will
thwart her wishes with every obstacle that brutal resentment and
implacable malice can contrive.  Mr. Greaves, I have long admired your
virtues, and am confident that I can depend upon your honour.  You shall
give me your word, that when I am gone you will take no steps in this
affair without the concurrence of your father, and endeavour, by all fair
and honourable means, to vanquish the prejudices, and obtain the consent
of her uncle; the rest we must leave to the dispensation of Providence.'

"The squire promised, in the most solemn and fervent manner, to obey all
her injunctions, as the last dictates of a parent whom he should never
cease to honour.  Then she favoured them both with a great deal of
salutary advice touching their conduct before and after marriage, and
presented him with a ring as a memorial of her affection, at the same
time he pulled another off his finger, and made a tender of it as a
pledge of his love to Aurelia, whom her mother permitted to receive this
token.  Finally, he took a last farewell of the good matron, and returned
to his father with the particulars of this interview.

"In two days Mrs. Darnel departed this life, and Aurelia was removed to
the house of a relation, where her grief had like to have proved fatal to
her constitution.

"In the meantime, the mother was no sooner committed to the earth, than
Mr. Greaves, mindful of her exhortations, began to take measures for a
reconciliation with the guardian.  He engaged several gentlemen to
interpose their good offices, but they always met with the most
mortifying repulse, and at last Anthony Darnel declared that his hatred
to the house of Greaves was hereditary, habitual, and unconquerable.  He
swore he would spend his heart's blood to perpetuate the quarrel, and
that, sooner than his niece should match with young Launcelot, he would
sacrifice her with his own hand.

"The young gentleman, finding his prejudice so rancorous and invincible,
left off making any further advances, and, since he found it impossible
to obtain his consent, resolved to cultivate the good graces of Aurelia,
and wed her in despite of her implacable guardian.  He found means to
establish a literary correspondence with her as soon as her grief was a
little abated, and even to effect an interview, after her return to her
own house; but he soon had reason to repent of his indulgence.  The uncle
entertained spies upon the young lady, who gave him an account of this
meeting, in consequence of which she was suddenly hurried to some distant
part of the country, which we never could discover.

"It was then we thought Mr. Launcelot a little disordered in his brain,
his grief was so wild, and his passion so impetuous.  He refused all
sustenance, neglected his person, renounced his amusements, rode out in
the rain, sometimes bareheaded; strolled about the fields all night, and
became so peevish, that none of the domestics durst speak to him without
the hazard of broken bones.  Having played these pranks for about three
weeks, to the unspeakable chagrin of his father, and the astonishment of
all that knew him, he suddenly grew calm, and his good-humour returned.
But this, as your seafaring people say, was a deceitful calm, that soon
ushered in a dreadful storm.

"He had long sought an opportunity to tamper with some of Mr. Darnel's
servants, who could inform him of the place where Aurelia was confined;
but there was not one about the family who could give him that
satisfaction, for the persons who accompanied her remained as a watch
upon her motions, and none of the other domestics were privy to the
transaction.  All attempts proving fruitless, he could no longer restrain
his impatience, but throwing himself in the way of the uncle, upbraided
him in such harsh terms, that a formal challenge ensued.  They agreed to
decide their difference without witnesses, and one morning, before
sunrise, met on that very common where Mr. Greaves had saved the life of
Aurelia.  The first pistol was fired on each side without any effect, but
Mr. Darnel's second wounded the young squire in the flank; nevertheless,
having a pistol in reserve, he desired his antagonist to ask his life.
The other, instead of submitting, drew his sword, and Mr. Greaves, firing
his piece into the air, followed his example.  The contest then became
very hot, though of short continuance.  Darnel being disarmed at the
first onset, our young squire gave him back the sword, which he was base
enough to use a second time against his conqueror.  Such an instance of
repeated ingratitude and brutal ferocity divested Mr. Greaves of his
temper and forbearance.  He attacked Mr. Anthony with great fury, and at
the first lunge ran him up to the hilt, at the same time seized with his
left hand the shell of his enemy's sword, which he broke in disdain.  Mr.
Darnel having fallen, the other immediately mounted his horse, which he
had tied to a tree before the engagement, and, riding full speed to
Ashenton, sent a surgeon to Anthony's assistance.  He afterwards
ingenuously confessed all these particulars to his father, who was
overwhelmed with consternation, for the wounds of Darnel were judged
mortal; and, as no person had seen the particulars of the duel, Mr.
Launcelot might have been convicted of murder.

"On these considerations, before a warrant could be served upon him, the
old knight, by dint of the most eager entreaties, accompanied with marks
of horror and despair, prevailed upon his son to withdraw himself from
the kingdom until such time as the storm should be overblown.  Had his
heart been unengaged, he would have chose to travel, but at this period,
when his whole soul was engrossed, and so violently agitated by his
passion for Aurelia, nothing but the fear of seeing the old gentleman run
distracted would have induced him to desist from the pursuit of that
young lady, far less quit the kingdom where she resided.

"Well then, gemmen, he repaired to Harwich, where he embarked for
Holland, from whence he proceeded to Brussels, where he procured a
passport from the French king, by virtue of which he travelled to
Marseilles, and there took a tartan for Genoa.  The first letter Sir
Everhard received from him was dated at Florence.  Meanwhile the
surgeon's prognostic was not altogether verified.  Mr. Darnel did not die
immediately of his wounds, but he lingered a long time, as it were in the
arms of death, and even partly recovered, yet, in all probability, he
will never be wholly restored to the enjoyment of his health, and is
obliged every summer to attend the hot-well at Bristol.  As his wounds
began to heal, his hatred to Mr. Greaves seemed to revive with augmented
violence, and he is now, if possible, more than ever determined against
all reconciliation.

"Mr. Launcelot, after having endeavoured to amuse his imagination with a
succession of curious objects, in a tour of Italy, took up his residence
at a town called Pisa, and there fell into a deep melancholy, from which
nothing could rouse him but the news of his father's death.

"The old gentleman, God rest his soul, never held up his head after the
departure of his darling Launcelot, and the dangerous condition of
Darnel kept up his apprehension.  This was reinforced by the obstinate
silence of the youth, and certain accounts of his disordered mind,
which he had received from some of those persons who take pleasure in
communicating disagreeable tidings.  A complication of all these
grievances, co-operating with a severe fit of the gout and gravel,
produced a fever, which, in a few days, brought Sir Everhard to his long
home, after he had settled his affairs with heaven and earth, and made
his peace with God and man.  I'll assure you, gemmen, he made a most
edifying and Christian end; he died regretted by all his neighbours
except Anthony, and might be said to be embalmed by the tears of the
poor, to whom he was always a bounteous benefactor.

"When the son, now Sir Launcelot, came home, he appeared so meagre, wan,
and hollow-eyed, that the servants hardly knew their young master.  His
first care was to take possession of his fortune, and settle accounts
with the steward who had succeeded my father.  These affairs being
discussed, he spared no pains to get intelligence concerning Miss Darnel;
and soon learned more of that young lady than he desired to know; for it
was become the common talk of the country, that a match was agreed upon
between her and young Squire Sycamore, a gentleman of a very great
fortune.  These tidings were probably confirmed under her own hand, in a
letter which she wrote to Sir Launcelot.  The contents were never exactly
known but to the parties themselves; nevertheless, the effects were too
visible, for, from that blessed moment, he spoke not one word to any
living creature for the space of three days; but was seen sometimes to
shed a flood of tears, and sometimes to burst out into a fit of laughing.
At last he broke silence, and seemed to wake from his disorder.  He
became more fond than ever of the exercise of riding, and began to amuse
himself again with acts of benevolence.

"One instance of his generosity and justice deserves to be recorded in
brass or marble.  You must know, gemmen, the rector of the parish was
lately dead, and Sir Everhard had promised the presentation to another
clergyman.  In the meantime, Sir Launcelot chancing one Sunday to ride
through a lane, perceived a horse saddled and bridled, feeding on the
side of a fence; and, casting his eyes around, beheld on the other side
of the hedge an object lying extended on the ground, which he took to be
the body of a murdered traveller.  He forthwith alighted, and, leaping
into the field, descried a man at full length, wrapped in a greatcoat and
writhing in agony.  Approaching nearer, he found it was a clergyman, in
his gown and cassock.  When he inquired into the case, and offered his
assistance, the stranger rose up, thanked him for his courtesy, and
declared that he was now very well.  The knight who thought there was
something mysterious in this incident, expressed a desire to know the
cause of his rolling in the grass in that manner, and the clergyman, who
knew his person, made no scruple in gratifying his curiosity.  'You must
know, sir,' said he, 'I serve the curacy of your own parish, for which
the late incumbent paid me twenty pounds a year; but this sum being
scarce sufficient to maintain my wife and children, who are five in
number, I agreed to read prayers in the afternoon at another church,
about four miles from hence; and for this additional duty I receive ten
pounds more.  As I keep a horse, it was formerly an agreeable exercise
rather than a toil; but of late years I have been afflicted with a
rupture, for which I consulted the most eminent operators in the kingdom;
but I have no cause to rejoice in the effects of their advice, though one
of them assured me I was completely cured.  The malady is now more
troublesome than ever, and often comes upon me so violently while I am on
horseback, that I am forced to alight, and lie down upon the ground,
until the cause of the disorder can for the time be reduced.'

"Sir Launcelot not only condoled with him upon his misfortune, but
desired him to throw up the second cure, and he would pay him ten pounds
a year out of his own pocket.  'Your generosity confounds me, good sir,'
replied the clergyman; 'and yet I ought not to be surprised at any
instance of benevolence in Sir Launcelot Greaves; but I will check the
fulness of my heart.  I shall only observe, that your good intention
towards me can hardly take effect.  The gentleman, who is to succeed the
late incumbent, has given me notice to quit the premises, as he hath
provided a friend of his own for the curacy.'  'What!' cried the knight,
'does he mean to take your bread from you, without assigning any other
reason?'  'Surely, sir,' replied the ecclesiastic, 'I know of no other
reason.  I hope my morals are irreproachable, and that I have done my
duty with a conscientious regard; I may venture an appeal to the
parishioners among whom I have lived these seventeen years.  After all,
it is natural for every man to favour his own friends in preference to
strangers.  As for me, I propose to try my fortune in the great city, and
I doubt not but Providence will provide for me and my little ones.'

"To this declaration Sir Launcelot made no reply; but, riding home, set
on foot a strict inquiry into the character of this man, whose name was
Jenkins.  He found that he was a reputed scholar, equally remarkable for
his modesty and good life; that he visited the sick, assisted the needy,
compromised disputes among his neighbours, and spent his time in such a
manner as would have done honour to any Christian divine.  Thus informed,
the knight sent for the gentleman to whom the living had been promised,
and accosted him to this effect: 'Mr. Tootle, I have a favour to ask of
you.  The person who serves the cure of this parish is a man of good
character, beloved by the people, and has a large family.  I shall be
obliged to you if you will continue him in the curacy.'  The other told
him he was sorry he could not comply with his request, being that he had
already promised the curacy to a friend of his own.  'No matter,' replied
Sir Launcelot, 'since I have not interest with you, I will endeavour to
provide for Mr. Jenkins in some other way.'

"That same afternoon he walked over to the curate's house, and told
him that he had spoken in his behalf to Dr. Tootle, but the curacy was
pre-engaged.  The good man having made a thousand acknowledgments for the
trouble his honour had taken; 'I have not interest sufficient to make you
curate,' said the knight, 'but I can give you the living itself, and that
you shall have.'  So saying, he retired, leaving Mr. Jenkins incapable of
uttering one syllable, so powerfully was he struck with this unexpected
turn of good fortune.  The presentation was immediately made out, and in
a few days Mr. Jenkins was put in possession of his benefice, to the
inexpressible joy of the congregation.

"Hitherto everything went right, and every unprejudiced person commended
the knight's conduct; but in a little time his generosity seemed to
overleap the bounds of discretion, and even in some cases might be
thought tending to a breach of the king's peace.  For example, he
compelled, vi et armis, a rich farmer's son to marry the daughter of a
cottager, whom the young fellow had debauched.  Indeed, it seems there
was a promise of marriage in the case, though it could not be legally
ascertained.  The wench took on dismally, and her parents had recourse to
Sir Launcelot, who, sending for the delinquent, expostulated with him
severely on the injury he had done the young woman, and exhorted him to
save her life and reputation by performing his promise, in which case he,
Sir Launcelot, would give her three hundred pounds to her portion.
Whether the farmer thought there was something interested in this
uncommon offer, or was a little elevated by the consciousness of his
father's wealth, he rejected the proposal with rustic disdain, and said,
if so be as how the wench would swear the child to him, he would settle
it with the parish; but declared, that no squire in the land should
oblige him to buckle with such a cracked pitcher.  This resolution,
however, he could not maintain; for, in less than two hours the rector of
the parish had direction to publish the banns, and the ceremony was
performed in due course.

"Now, though we know not precisely the nature of the arguments that were
used with the farmer, we may conclude they were of the minatory species,
for the young fellow could not, for some time, look any person in the
face.

"The knight acted as the general redresser of grievances.  If a woman
complained to him of being ill-treated by her husband, he first inquired
into the foundation of the complaint, and, if he found it just,
catechised the defendant.  If the warning had no effect, and the man
proceeded to fresh acts of violence, then his judge took the execution of
the law in his own hand, and horsewhipped the party.  Thus he involved
himself in several law-suits, that drained him of pretty large sums of
money.  He seemed particularly incensed at the least appearance of
oppression; and supported divers poor tenants against the extortion of
their landlords.  Nay, he has been known to travel two hundred miles as a
volunteer, to offer his assistance in the cause of a person, who he heard
was by chicanery and oppression wronged of a considerable estate.  He
accordingly took her under his protection, relieved her distresses, and
was at a vast expense in bringing the suit to a determination; which
being unfavourable to his client, he resolved to bring an appeal into the
House of Lords, and certainly would have executed his purpose, if the
gentlewoman had not died in the interim."

At this period Ferret interrupted the narrator, by observing that the
said Greaves was a common nuisance, and ought to be prosecuted on the
statute of barratry.

"No, sir," resumed Mr. Clarke, "he cannot be convicted of barratry,
unless he is always at variance with some person or other, a mover of
suits and quarrels, who disturbs the peace under colour of law.
Therefore he is in the indictment styled, Communis malefactor,
calumniator, et seminator litium."

"Pr'ythee, truce with thy definitions," cried Ferret, "and make an end to
thy long-winded story.  Thou hast no title to be so tedious, until thou
comest to have a coif in the Court of Common Pleas."

Tom smiled contemptuous, and had just opened his mouth to proceed, when
the company were disturbed by a hideous repetition of groans, that seemed
to issue from the chamber in which the body of the squire was deposited.
The landlady snatched the candle, and ran into the room, followed by the
doctor and the rest; and this accident naturally suspended the narration.
In like manner we shall conclude the chapter, that the reader may have
time to breathe and digest what he has already heard.




CHAPTER FIVE

IN WHICH THIS RECAPITULATION DRAWS TO A CLOSE.


When the landlady entered the room from whence the groaning proceeded,
she found the squire lying on his back, under the dominion of the
nightmare, which rode him so hard that he not only groaned and snorted,
but the sweat ran down his face in streams.  The perturbation of his
brain, occasioned by this pressure, and the fright he had lately
undergone, gave rise to a very terrible dream, in which he fancied
himself apprehended for a robbery.  The horror of the gallows was strong
upon him, when he was suddenly awaked by a violent shock from the doctor;
and the company broke in upon his view, still perverted by fear, and
bedimmed by slumber.  His dream was now realised by a full persuasion
that he was surrounded by the constable and his gang.  The first object
that presented itself to his disordered view was the figure of Ferret,
who might very well have passed for the finisher of the law; against him,
therefore, the first effort of his despair was directed.  He started upon
the floor, and seizing a certain utensil, that shall be nameless,
launched it at the misanthrope with such violence, that had he not
cautiously slipt his head aside, it is supposed that actual fire would
have been produced from the collision of two such hard and solid
substances.  All future mischief was prevented by the strength and
agility of Captain Crowe, who, springing upon the assailant, pinioned his
arms to his sides, crying, "O, d--n ye, if you are for running a-head,
I'll soon bring you to your bearings."

The squire, thus restrained, soon recollected himself, and gazing upon
every individual in the apartment, "Wounds!" said he, "I've had an ugly
dream.  I thought, for all the world, they were carrying me to Newgate,
and that there was Jack Ketch coom to vetch me before my taim."

Ferret, who was the person he had thus distinguished, eyeing him with a
look of the most emphatic malevolence, told him it was very natural for a
knave to dream of Newgate; and that he hoped to see the day when his
dream would be found a true prophecy, and the commonwealth purged of all
such rogues and vagabonds.  But it could not be expected that the vulgar
would be honest and conscientious, while the great were distinguished by
profligacy and corruption.  The squire was disposed to make a practical
reply to this insinuation, when Mr. Ferret prudently withdrew himself
from the scene of altercation.  The good woman of the house persuaded his
antagonist to take out his nap, assuring him that the eggs and bacon,
with a mug of excellent ale, should be forthcoming in due season.  The
affair being thus fortunately adjusted, the guests returned to the
kitchen, and Mr. Clarke resumed his story to this effect:--

"You'll please to take notice, gemmen, that, besides the instances I have
alleged of Sir Launcelot's extravagant benevolence, I could recount a
great many others of the same nature, and particularly the laudable
vengeance he took of a country lawyer.  I'm sorry that any such miscreant
should belong to the profession.  He was clerk of the assize, gemmen, in
a certain town, not a great way distant; and having a blank pardon left
by the judges for some criminals whose cases were attended with
favourable circumstances, he would not insert the name of one who could
not procure a guinea for the fee; and the poor fellow, who had only stole
an hour-glass out of a shoemaker's window, was actually executed, after a
long respite, during which he had been permitted to go abroad, and earn
his subsistence by his daily labour.

"Sir Launcelot being informed of this barbarous act of avarice, and
having some ground that bordered on the lawyer's estate, not only
rendered him contemptible and infamous, by exposing him as often as they
met on the grand jury, but also, being vested with the property of the
great tithe, proved such a troublesome neighbour, sometimes by making
waste among his hay and corn, sometimes by instituting suits against him
for petty trespasses, that he was fairly obliged to quit his habitation,
and remove into another part of the kingdom.

"All these avocations could not divert Sir Launcelot from the execution
of a wild scheme, which has carried his extravagance to such a pitch that
I am afraid, if a statute--you understand me, gemmen--were sued, the jury
would--I don't choose to explain myself further on this circumstance.  Be
that as it may, the servants at Greavesbury Hall were not a little
confounded, when their master took down from the family armoury a
complete suit of armour, which belonged to his great-grandfather, Sir
Marmaduke Greaves, a great warrior, who lost his life in the service of
his king.  This armour being scoured, repaired, and altered, so as to fit
Sir Launcelot, a certain knight, whom I don't choose to name, because I
believe he cannot be proved compos mentis, came down, seemingly on a
visit, with two attendants; and, on the evening of the festival of St.
George, the armour being carried into the chapel.  Sir Launcelot (Lord
have mercy upon us!) remained all night in that dismal place alone, and
without light, though it was confidently reported all over the country,
that the place was haunted by the spirit of his great-great-uncle, who,
being lunatic, had cut his throat from ear to ear, and was found dead on
the communion table."

It was observed, that while Mr. Clarke rehearsed this circumstance his
eyes began to stare and his teeth to chatter; while Dolly, whose looks
were fixed invariably on this narrator, growing pale, and hitching her
joint-stool nearer the chimney, exclaimed, in a frightened tone,
"Moother, moother, in the neame of God, look to 'un! how a quakes! as I'm
a precious saoul, a looks as if a saw something."  Tom forced a smile,
and thus proceeded:--

"While Sir Launcelot tarried within the chapel, with the doors all
locked, the other knight stalked round and round it on the outside, with
his sword drawn, to the terror of divers persons who were present at the
ceremony.  As soon as day broke he opened one of the doors, and going in
to Sir Launcelot, read a book for some time, which we did suppose to be
the constitutions of knight-errantry.  Then we heard a loud slap, which
echoed through the whole chapel, and the stranger pronounce, with an
audible and solemn voice, 'In the name of God, St.  Michael, and St.
George, I dub thee knight--be faithful, bold, and fortunate.'  You cannot
imagine, gemmen, what an effect this strange ceremony had upon the people
who were assembled.  They gazed at one another in silent horror, and when
Sir Launcelot came forth completely armed, took to their heels in a body,
and fled with the utmost precipitation.  I myself was overturned in the
crowd; and this was the case with that very individual person who now
serves him as squire.  He was so frightened that he could not rise, but
lay roaring in such a manner that the knight came up and gave him a
thwack with his lance across the shoulders, which roused him with a
vengeance.  For my own part I freely own I was not unmoved at seeing such
a figure come stalking out of a church in the grey of the morning; for it
recalled to my remembrance the idea of the ghost in Hamlet, which I had
seen acted in Drury Lane, when I made my first trip to London, and I had
not yet got rid of the impression.

"Sir Launcelot, attended by the other knight, proceeded to the stable,
from whence, with his own hands, he drew forth one of his best horses, a
fine mettlesome sorrel, who had got blood in him, ornamented with rich
trappings.  In a trice, the two knights, and the other two strangers, who
now appeared to be trumpeters, were mounted.  Sir Launcelot's armour was
lacquered black; and on his shield was represented the moon in her first
quarter, with the motto, Impleat orbem.  The trumpets having sounded a
charge, the stranger pronounced with a loud voice, 'God preserve this
gallant knight in all his honourable achievements; and may he long
continue to press the sides of his now adopted steed, which I denominate
Bronzomarte, hoping that he will rival in swiftness and spirit, Bayardo,
Brigliadoro, or any other steed of past or present chivalry!'  After
another flourish of the trumpets, all four clapped spurs to their horses,
Sir Launcelot couching his lance, and galloped to and fro, as if they had
been mad, to the terror and astonishment of all the spectators.

"What should have induced our knight to choose this here man for his
squire, is not easy to determine; for, of all the servants about the
house, he was the least likely either to please his master, or engage in
such an undertaking.  His name is Timothy Crabshaw, and he acted in the
capacity of whipper-in to Sir Everhard.  He afterwards married the
daughter of a poor cottager, by whom he has several children, and was
employed about the house as a ploughman and carter.  To be sure, the
fellow has a dry sort of humour about him; but he was universally hated
among the servants, for his abusive tongue and perverse disposition,
which often brought him into trouble; for, though the fellow is as strong
as an elephant, he has no more courage naturally than a chicken; I say
naturally, because, since his being a member of knight-errantry, he has
done some things that appear altogether incredible and preternatural.

"Timothy kept such a bawling, after he had received the blow from Sir
Launcelot, that everybody on the field thought that some of his bones
were broken; and his wife, with five bantlings, came snivelling to the
knight, who ordered her to send the husband directly to his house.  Tim
accordingly went thither, groaning piteously all the way, creeping along,
with his body bent like a Greenland canoe.  As soon as he entered the
court, the outward door was shut; and Sir Launcelot coming downstairs
with a horsewhip in his hand, asked what was the matter with him that he
complained so dismally?  To this question he replied, that it was as
common as duck-weed in his country for a man to complain when his bones
were broke.  'What should have broke your bones?' said the knight.  'I
cannot guess,' answered the other, 'unless it was that delicate switch
that your honour in your mad pranks handled so dexterously upon my
carcass.'  Sir Launcelot then told him, there was nothing so good for a
bruise, as a sweat; and he had the remedy in his hand.  Timothy, eyeing
the horsewhip askance, observed that there was another still more speedy,
to wit, a moderate pill of lead, with a sufficient dose of gunpowder.
'No, rascal,' cried the knight; 'that must be reserved for your betters.'
So saying, he employed the instrument so effectually, that Crabshaw soon
forgot his fractured ribs, and capered about with great agility.

"When he had been disciplined in this manner to some purpose, the knight
told him he might retire, but ordered him to return next morning, when he
should have a repetition of the medicine, provided he did not find
himself capable of walking in an erect posture.

"The gate was no sooner thrown open, than Timothy ran home with all the
speed of a greyhound, and corrected his wife, by whose advice he had
pretended to be so grievously damaged in his person.

"Nobody dreamed that he would next day present himself at Greavesbury
Hall; nevertheless, he was there very early in the morning, and even
closeted a whole hour altogether with Sir Launcelot.  He came out, making
wry faces, and several times slapped himself on the forehead, crying,
'Bodikins! thof he be crazy, I an't, that I an't?'  When he was asked
what was the matter, he said, he believed the devil had got in him, and
he should never be his own man again.

"That same day the knight carried him to Ashenton, where he bespoke those
accoutrements which he now wears; and while these were making, it was
thought the poor fellow would have run distracted.  He did nothing but
growl, and curse and swear to himself, run backwards and forwards between
his own hut and Greavesbury Hall, and quarrel with the horses in the
stable.  At length, his wife and family were removed into a snug
farmhouse, that happened to be empty, and care taken that they should be
comfortably maintained.

"These precautions being taken, the knight, one morning, at daybreak,
mounted Bronzomarte, and Crabshaw, as his squire, ascended the back of a
clumsy cart-horse, called Gilbert.  This, again, was looked upon as an
instance of insanity in the said Crabshaw; for, of all the horses in the
stable, Gilbert was the most stubborn and vicious, and had often like to
have done mischief to Timothy while he drove the cart and plough.  When
he was out of humour, he would kick and plunge as if the devil was in
him.  He once thrust Crabshaw into the middle of a quick-set hedge, where
he was terribly torn; another time he canted him over his head into a
quagmire, where he stuck with his heels up, and must have perished, if
people had not been passing that way; a third time he seized him in the
stable with his teeth by the rim of the belly, and swung him off the
ground, to the great danger of his life; and I'll be hanged, if it was
not owing to Gilbert, that Crabshaw was now thrown into the river.

"Thus mounted and accoutred, the knight and his squire set out on their
first excursion.  They turned off from the common highway, and travelled
all that day without meeting anything worthy recounting; but, in the
morning of the second day, they were favoured with an adventure.  The
hunt was upon a common through which they travelled, and the hounds were
in full cry after a fox, when Crabshaw, prompted by his own mischievous
disposition, and neglecting the order of his master, who called aloud to
him to desist, rode up to the hounds, and crossed them at full gallop.
The huntsman, who was not far off, running towards the squire, bestowed
upon his head such a memento with his pole, as made the landscape dance
before his eyes; and, in a twinkling he was surrounded by all the
fox-hunters, who plied their whips about his ears with infinite agility.
Sir Launcelot, advancing at an easy pace, instead of assisting the
disastrous squire, exhorted his adversaries to punish him severely for
his insolence, and they were not slow in obeying this injunction.
Crabshaw, finding himself in this disagreeable situation, and that there
was no succour to be expected from his master, on whose prowess he had
depended, grew desperate, and, clubbing his whip, laid about him with
great fury, wheeling about Gilbert, who was not idle; for he, having
received some of the favours intended for his rider, both bit with his
teeth and kicked with his heels; and, at last, made his way through the
ring that encircled him, though not before he had broke the huntsman's
leg, lamed one of the best horses on the field, and killed half a score
of the hounds.

"Crabshaw, seeing himself clear of the fray, did not tarry to take leave
of his master, but made the most of his way to Greavesbury Hall, where he
appeared hardly with any vestige of the human countenance, so much had he
been defaced in this adventure.  He did not fail to raise a great clamour
against Sir Launcelot, whom he cursed as a coward in plain terms,
swearing he would never serve him another day.  But whether he altered
his mind on cooler reflection, or was lectured by his wife, who well
understood her own interest, he rose with the cock, and went again in
quest of Sir Launcelot, whom he found on the eve of a very hazardous
enterprise.

"In the midst of a lane, the knight happened to meet with a party of
about forty recruits, commanded by a serjeant, a corporal, and a drummer,
which last had his drum slung at his back; but seeing such a strange
figure mounted on a high-spirited horse, he was seized with an
inclination to divert his company.  With this view, he braced his drum,
and, hanging it in its proper position, began to beat a point of war,
advancing under the very nose of Bronzomarte; while the corporal
exclaimed, 'D--n my eyes, who have we got here?--old King Stephen, from
the horse armoury in the Tower, or the fellow that rides armed at my Lord
Mayor's show?'  The knight's steed seemed, at least, as well pleased with
the sound of the drum, as were the recruits that followed it; and
signified his satisfaction in some curvetings and caprioles, which did
not at all discompose the rider, who, addressing himself to the serjeant,
'Friend,' said he, 'you ought to teach your drummer better manners.  I
would chastise the fellow on the spot for his insolence, were it not out
of the respect I bear to his majesty's service.'  'Respect mine a--!'
cried this ferocious commander; what, d'ye think to frighten us with your
pewter piss-pot on your skull, and your lacquered pot-lid on your arm?
Get out of the way, and be d--ned, or I'll raise with my halbert such a
clatter upon your target, that you'll remember it the longest day you
have to live.'  At that instant, Crabshaw arriving upon Gilbert, 'So,
rascal,' said Sir Launcelot, 'you are returned.  Go and beat in that
scoundrel's drum-head.'

"The squire, who saw no weapons of offence about the drummer but a sword,
which he hoped the owner durst not draw, and being resolved to exert
himself in making atonement for his desertion, advanced to execute his
master's orders; but Gilbert, who liked not the noise, refused to proceed
in the ordinary way.  Then the squire, turning his tail to the drummer,
he advanced in a retrograde motion, and with one kick of his heels, not
only broke the drum into a thousand pieces, but laid the drummer in the
mire, with such a blow upon his hip-bone, that he halted all the days of
his life.  The recruits, perceiving the discomfiture of their leader,
armed themselves with stones; the serjeant raised his halbert in a
posture of defence, and immediately a severe action ensued.  By this
time, Crabshaw had drawn his sword, and begun to lay about him like a
devil incarnate; but, in a little time, he was saluted by a volley of
stones, one of which knocked out two of his grinders, and brought him to
the earth, where he had like to have found no quarter; for the whole
company crowded about him, with their cudgels brandished; and perhaps he
owed his preservation to their pressing so hard that they hindered one
another from using their weapons.

"Sir Launcelot, seeing with indignation the unworthy treatment his squire
had received, and scorning to stain his lance with the blood of
plebeians, instead of couching it at the rest, seized it by the middle,
and fetching one blow at the serjeant, broke in twain the halbert which
he had raised as a quarter-staff for his defence.  The second stroke
encountered his pate, which being the hardest part about him, sustained
the shock without damage; but the third, lighting on his ribs, he
honoured the giver with immediate prostration.  The general being thus
overthrown, Sir Launcelot advanced to the relief of Crabshaw, and handled
his weapon so effectually, that the whole body of the enemy were disabled
or routed, before one cudgel had touched the carcass of the fallen
squire.  As for the corporal, instead of standing by his commanding
officer, he had overleaped the hedge, and run to the constable of an
adjoining village for assistance.  Accordingly, before Crabshaw could be
properly remounted, the peace officer arrived with his posse; and by the
corporal was charged with Sir Launcelot and his squire, as two
highwaymen.  The constable, astonished at the martial figure of the
knight, and intimidated at sight of the havoc he had made, contented
himself with standing at a distance, displaying the badge of his office,
and reminding the knight that he represented his majesty's person.

"Sir Launcelot, seeing the poor man in great agitation, assured him that
his design was to enforce, not violate the laws of his country; and that
he and his squire would attend him to the next justice of peace; but, in
the meantime, he, in his turn, charged the peace officer with the
serjeant and drummer, who had begun the fray.

"The justice had been a pettifogger, and was a sycophant to a nobleman in
the neighbourhood, who had a post at court.  He therefore thought he
should oblige his patron, by showing his respect for the military; but
treated our knight with the most boorish insolence; and refused to admit
him into his house, until he had surrendered all his weapons of offence
to the constable.  Sir Launcelot and his squire being found the
aggressors, the justice insisted upon making out their mittimus, if they
did not find bail immediately; and could hardly be prevailed upon to
agree that they should remain at the house of the constable, who, being a
publican, undertook to keep them in safe custody, until the knight could
write to his steward.  Meanwhile he was bound over to the peace; and the
serjeant with his drummer were told they had a good action against him
for assault and battery, either by information or indictment.

"They were not, however, so fond of the law as the justice seemed to be.
Their sentiments had taken a turn in favour of Sir Launcelot, during the
course of his examination, by which it appeared that he was really a
gentleman of fashion and fortune; and they resolved to compromise the
affair without the intervention of his worship.  Accordingly, the
serjeant repaired to the constable's house, where the knight was lodged;
and humbled himself before his honour, protesting with many oaths, that,
if he had known his quality, he would have beaten the drummer's brains
about his ears, for presuming to give his honour or his horse the least
disturbance; thof the fellow, he believed, was sufficiently punished in
being a cripple for life.

"Sir Launcelot admitted of his apologies; and taking compassion on the
fellow who had suffered so severely for his folly, resolved to provide
for his maintenance.  Upon the representation of the parties to the
justice, the warrant was next day discharged; and the knight returned to
his own house, attended by the serjeant and the drummer mounted on
horseback, the recruits being left to the corporal's charge.

"The halberdier found the good effects of Sir Launcelot's liberality; and
his companion being rendered unfit for his majesty's service, by the
heels of Gilbert, is now entertained at Greavesbury Hall, where he will
probably remain for life.

"As for Crabshaw, his master gave him to understand, that if he did not
think him pretty well chastised for his presumption and flight, by the
discipline he had undergone in the last two adventures, he would turn him
out of his service with disgrace.  Timothy said he believed it would be
the greatest favour he could do him to turn him out of a service in which
he knew he should be rib-roasted every day, and murdered at last.

"In this situation were things at Greavesbury Hall about a month ago,
when I crossed the country to Ferrybridge, where I met my uncle.
Probably, this is the first incident of their second excursion; for the
distance between this here house and Sir Launcelot's estate does not
exceed fourscore or ninety miles."




CHAPTER SIX

IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERCEIVE THAT IN SOME CASES MADNESS IS CATCHING.


Mr. Clarke having made an end of his narrative, the surgeon thanked him
for the entertainment he had received; and Mr. Ferret shrugged up his
shoulders in silent disapprobation.  As for Captain Crowe, who used at
such pauses to pour in a broadside of dismembered remarks, linked
together like chain-shot, he spoke not a syllable for some time; but,
lighting a fresh pipe at the candle, began to roll such voluminous clouds
of smoke as in an instant filled the whole apartment, and rendered
himself invisible to the whole company.  Though he thus shrouded himself
from their view, he did not long remain concealed from their hearing.
They first heard a strange dissonant cackle, which the doctor knew to be
a sea-laugh, and this was followed by an eager exclamation of "Rare
pastime, strike my yards and topmasts!--I've a good mind--why shouldn't--
many a losing voyage I've--smite my taffrel but I wool"--

By this time he had relaxed so much in his fumigation, that the tip of
his nose and one eye reappeared; and as he had drawn his wig forwards, so
as to cover his whole forehead, the figure that now saluted their eyes
was much more ferocious and terrible than the fire-breathing chimera of
the ancients.  Notwithstanding this dreadful appearance, there was no
indignation in his heart, but, on the contrary, an agreeable curiosity,
which he was determined to gratify.

Addressing himself to Mr. Fillet, "Pr'ythee, doctor," said he, "canst
tell, whether a man, without being rated a lord or a baron, or what d'ye
call um, d'ye see, may n't take to the highway in the way of a frolic,
d'ye see?--Adad! for my own part, brother, I'm resolved as how to cruise
a bit in the way of an arrant--if so be as I can't at once be commander,
mayhap I may be bore upon the books as a petty officer or the like, d'ye
see."

"Now, the Lord forbid!" cried Clarke, with tears in his eyes, "I'd rather
see you dead than brought to such a dilemma."  "Mayhap thou wouldst,"
answered the uncle; "for then, my lad, there would be some picking--aha!
dost thou tip me the traveller, my boy?"  Tom assured him he scorned any
such mercenary views.  "I am only concerned," said he, "that you should
take any step that might tend to the disgrace of yourself or your family;
and I say again I had rather die than live to see you reckoned any
otherwise than compos."--"Die and be d--ned! you shambling half-timber'd
son of a----," cried the choleric Crowe; "dost talk to me of keeping a
reckoning and compass?--I could keep a reckoning, and box my compass long
enough before thy keelstone was laid--Sam Crowe is not come here to ask
thy counsel how to steer his course."  "Lord! sir," resumed the nephew,
"consider what people will say--all the world will think you mad."  "Set
thy heart at ease, Tom," cried the seaman, "I'll have a trip to and again
in this here channel.  Mad! what then?  I think for my part one half of
the nation is mad--and the other not very sound--I don't see why I han't
as good a right to be mad as another man--but, doctor, as I was saying,
I'd be bound to you, if you would direct me where I can buy that same
tackle that all arrant must wear; as for the matter of the long pole,
headed with iron, I'd never desire better than a good boat-hook, and
could make a special good target of that there tin sconce that holds the
candle--mayhap any blacksmith will hammer me a skull-cap, d'ye see, out
of an old brass kettle; and I can call my horse by the name of my ship,
which was Mufti."

The surgeon was one of those wags who can laugh inwardly, without
exhibiting the least outward mark of mirth or satisfaction.  He at once
perceived the amusement which might be drawn from this strange
disposition of the sailor, together with the most likely means which
could be used to divert him from such an extravagant pursuit.  He
therefore tipped Clarke the wink with one side of his face, while the
other was very gravely turned to the captain, whom he addressed to this
effect.  "It is not far from hence to Sheffield, where you might be
fitted completely in half a day--then you must wake your armour in church
or chapel, and be dubbed.  As for this last ceremony, it may be performed
by any person whatsoever.  Don Quixote was dubbed by his landlord; and
there are many instances on record, of errants obliging and compelling
the next person they met to cross their shoulders, and dub them knights.
I myself would undertake to be your godfather; and I have interest enough
to procure the keys of the parish church that stands hard by; besides,
this is the eve of St. Martin, who was himself a knight-errant, and
therefore a proper patron to a novitiate.  I wish we could borrow Sir
Launcelot's armour for the occasion."

Crowe, being struck with this hint, started up, and laying his fingers
on his lips to enjoin silence, walked off softly on his tiptoes, to
listen at the door of our knight's apartment, and judge whether or not
he was asleep.  Mr. Fillet took this opportunity to tell his nephew that
it would be in vain for him to combat this humour with reason and
argument; but the most effectual way of diverting him from the plan of
knight-errantry would be, to frighten him heartily while he should keep
his vigil in the church; towards the accomplishment of which purpose he
craved the assistance of the misanthrope as well as the nephew.  Clarke
seemed to relish the scheme; and observed, that his uncle, though endued
with courage enough to face any human danger, had at bottom a strong fund
of superstition, which he had acquired, or at least improved, in the
course of a sea-life.  Ferret, who perhaps would not have gone ten paces
out of his road to save Crowe from the gallows, nevertheless engaged as
an auxiliary, merely in hope of seeing a fellow-creature miserable; and
even undertook to be the principal agent in this adventure.  For this
office indeed he was better qualified than they could have imagined.  In
the bundle which he kept under his greatcoat, there was, together with
divers nostrums, a small vial of liquid phosphorus, sufficient, as he had
already observed, to frighten a whole neighbourhood out of their senses.

In order to concert the previous measures without being overheard, these
confederates retired with a candle and lantern into the stable; and their
backs were scarce turned, when Captain Crowe came in loaded with pieces
of the knight's armour, which he had conveyed from the apartment of Sir
Launcelot, whom he had left fast asleep.

Understanding that the rest of the company were gone out for a moment, he
could not resist the inclination he felt of communicating his intention
to the landlady, who, with her daughter, had been too much engaged in
preparing Crabshaw's supper, to know the purport of their conversation.
The good woman, being informed of the captain's design to remain alone
all night in the church, began to oppose it with all her rhetoric.  She
said it was setting his Maker at defiance, and a wilful running into
temptation.  She assured him that all the country knew that the church
was haunted by spirits and hobgoblins; that lights had been seen in every
corner of it, and a tall woman in white had one night appeared upon the
top of the tower; that dreadful shrieks were often heard to come from the
south aisle, where a murdered man had been buried; that she herself had
seen the cross on the steeple all a-fire; and one evening as she passed
a-horseback close by the stile at the entrance into the churchyard, the
horse stood still, sweating and trembling, and had no power to proceed,
until she had repeated the Lord's Prayer.

These remarks made a strong impression on the imagination of Crowe, who
asked in some confusion, if she had got that same prayer in print?  She
made no answer, but reaching the Prayer-Book from a shelf, and turning up
the leaf, put it into his hand; then the captain having adjusted his
spectacles, began to read, or rather spell aloud, with equal eagerness
and solemnity.  He had refreshed his memory so well as to remember the
whole, when the doctor, returning with his companions, gave him to
understand that he had procured the key of the chancel, where he might
watch his armour as well as in the body of the church; and that he was
ready to conduct him to the spot.  Crowe was not now quite so forward as
he had appeared before, to achieve this adventure.  He began to start
objections with respect to the borrowed armour; he wanted to stipulate
the comforts of a can of flip, and a candle's end, during his vigil; and
hinted something of the damage he might sustain from your malicious imps
of darkness.

The doctor told him, the constitutions of chivalry absolutely required
that he should be left in the dark alone, and fasting, to spend the night
in pious meditations; but if he had any fears which disturbed his
conscience, he had much better desist, and give up all thoughts of
knight-errantry, which could not consist with the least shadow of
apprehension.  The captain, stung by this remark, replied not a word, but
gathering up the armour into a bundle, threw it on his back, and set out
for the place of probation, preceded by Clarke with the lantern.  When
they arrived at the church, Fillet, who had procured the key from the
sexton, who was his patient, opened the door, and conducted our novice
into the middle of the chancel, where the armour was deposited.  Then
bidding Crowe draw his hanger, committed him to the protection of Heaven,
assuring him he would come back, and find him either dead or alive by
daybreak, and perform the remaining part of the ceremony.  So saying, he
and the other associates shook him by the hand and took their leave,
after the surgeon had tilted up the lantern to take a view of his visage,
which was pale and haggard.

Before the door was locked upon him, he called aloud, "Hilloa! doctor,
hip--another word, d'ye see."  They forthwith returned to know what he
wanted, and found him already in a sweat.  "Hark ye, brother," said he,
wiping his face, "I do suppose as how one may pass away the time in
whistling the Black Joke, or singing Black-eyed Susan, or some such
sorrowful ditty."--"By no means," cried the doctor; "such pastimes are
neither suitable to the place, nor the occasion, which is altogether a
religious exercise.  If you have got any psalms by heart, you may sing a
stave or two, or repeat the Doxology."--"Would I had Tom Laverick here,"
replied our novitiate; "he would sing your anthems like a sea-mew--a had
been a clerk a-shore--many's the time and often I've given him a rope's
end for singing psalms in the larboard watch.  Would I had hired the son
of a b---h to have taught me a cast of his office--but it cannot be holp,
brother--if we can't go large, we must haul up a wind, as the saying is;
if we can't sing, we must pray."  The company again left him to his
devotion, and returned to the public-house, in order to execute the
essential part of their project.




CHAPTER SEVEN

IN WHICH THE KNIGHT RESUMES HIS IMPORTANCE.


Doctor Fillet having borrowed a couple of sheets from the landlady,
dressed the misanthrope and Tom Clarke in ghostly apparel, which was
reinforced by a few drops of liquid phosphorus, from Ferret's vial,
rubbed on the foreheads of the two adventurers.  Thus equipped, they
returned to the church with their conductor, who entered with them softly
at an aisle which was opposite to a place where the novice kept watch.
They stole unperceived through the body of the church; and though it was
so dark that they could not distinguish the captain with the eye, they
heard the sound of his steps, as he walked backwards and forwards on the
pavement with uncommon expedition, and an ejaculation now and then
escaped in a murmur from this lips.

The triumvirate having taken their station with a large pew in their
front, the two ghosts uncovered their heads, which by the help of the
phosphorus exhibited a pale and lambent flame, extremely dismal and
ghastly to the view; then Ferret in a squeaking tone, exclaimed, "Samuel
Crowe! Samuel Crowe!"  The captain hearing himself accosted in this
manner, at such a time, and in such a place, replied, "Hilloah"; and
turning his eyes towards the quarter whence the voice seemed to proceed,
beheld the terrible apparition.  This no sooner saluted his view than his
hair bristled up, his knees began to knock, and his teeth to chatter,
while he cried aloud, "In the name of God, where are you bound, ho?"  To
this hail the misanthrope answered, "We are the spirits of thy
grandmother Jane and thy aunt Bridget."

At mention of these names, Crowe's terrors began to give way to his
resentment, and he pronounced in a quick tone of surprise, mixed with
indignation, "What d'ye want? what d'ye want? what d'ye want, ho?"  The
spirit replied, "We are sent to warn thee of thy fate."  "From whence,
ho?" cried the captain, whose choler had by this time well-nigh triumphed
over his fear.  "From Heaven," said the voice.  "Ye lie, ye b------s of
hell!" did our novice exclaim; "ye are d--ned for heaving me out of my
right, five fathom and a half by the lead, in burning brimstone.  Don't I
see the blue flames come out of your hawse holes?--mayhap you may be the
devil himself, for aught I know--but I trust in the Lord, d'ye see--I
never disrated a kinsman, d'ye see, so don't come alongside of me--put
about on th'other tack, d'ye see--you need not clap hard a-weather, for
you'll soon get to hell again with a flowing sail."

So saying, he had recourse to his Paternoster; but perceiving the
apparitions approach, he thundered out, "Avast,--avast--sheer off, ye
babes of hell, or I'll be foul of your forelights."  He accordingly
sprung forwards with his hanger, and very probably would have set the
spirits on their way to the other world, had he not fallen over a pew in
the dark, and entangled himself so much among the benches, that he could
not immediately recover his footing.  The triumvirate took this
opportunity to retire; and such was the precipitation of Ferret in his
retreat, that he encountered a post by which his right eye sustained
considerable damage; a circumstance which induced him to inveigh bitterly
against his own folly, as well as the impertinence of his companions, who
had inveigled him into such a troublesome adventure.  Neither he nor
Clarke could be prevailed upon to revisit the novice.  The doctor himself
thought his disease was desperate; and, mounting his horse, returned to
his own habitation.

Ferret, finding all the beds in the public-house were occupied, composed
himself to sleep in a Windsor chair at the chimney corner; and Mr.
Clarke, whose disposition was extremely amorous, resolved to renew his
practices on the heart of Dolly.  He had reconnoitred the apartments in
which the bodies of the knight and his squire were deposited, and
discovered close by the top of the staircase a sort of a closet or hovel,
just large enough to contain a truckle bed, which, from some other
particulars, he supposed to be the bedchamber of his beloved Dolly, who
had by this time retired to her repose.  Full of this idea, and
instigated by the demon of desire, Mr. Thomas crept softly upstairs, and
lifting the latch of the closet door, his heart began to palpitate with
joyous expectation; but before he could breathe the gentle effusions of
his love, the supposed damsel started up and seizing him by the collar
with a Herculean gripe, uttered, in the voice of Crabshaw, "It wan't for
nothing that I dreamed of Newgate, sirrah; but I'd have thee to know, an
arrant squire is not to be robbed by such a peddling thief as thee--here
I'll howld thee vast, an the devil were in thy doublet--help! murder!
vire! help!"

It was impossible for Mr. Clarke to disengage himself, and equally
impracticable to speak in his own vindication; so that here he stood
trembling and half throttled, until the whole house being alarmed, the
landlady and her ostler ran upstairs with a candle.  When the light
rendered objects visible, an equal astonishment prevailed on all sides;
Crabshaw was confounded at sight of Mr. Clarke, whose person he well
knew; and releasing him instantly from his grasp, "Bodikins!" cried he,
"I believe as how this hause is haunted--who thought to meet with Measter
Laawyer Clarke at midnight, and so far from hoam?"  The landlady could
not comprehend the meaning of this encounter; nor could Tom conceive how
Crabshaw had transported himself thither from the room below, in which he
saw him quietly reposed.  Yet nothing was more easy than to explain this
mystery: the apartment below was the chamber which the hostess and her
daughter reserved for their own convenience; and this particular having
been intimated to the squire while he was at supper, he had resigned his
bed quietly, and been conducted hither in the absence of the company.
Tom, recollecting himself as well as he could, professed himself of
Crabshaw's opinion, that the house was haunted, declaring that he could
not well account for his being there in the dark; and leaving those that
were assembled to discuss this knotty point, retired downstairs in hope
of meeting with his charmer, whom accordingly he found in the kitchen
just risen, and wrapped in a loose dishabille.

The noise of Crabshaw's cries had awakened and aroused his master, who,
rising suddenly in the dark, snatched up his sword that lay by his
bedside, and hastened to the scene of tumult, where all their mouths were
opened at once, to explain the cause of the disturbance, and make an
apology for breaking his honour's rest.  He said nothing, but taking the
candle in his hand, beckoned his squire to follow him into his apartment,
resolving to arm and take horse immediately.  Crabshaw understood his
meaning; and while he shuffled on his clothes, yawning hideously all the
while, wished the lawyer at the devil for having visited him so
unseasonably; and even cursed himself for the noise he had made, in
consequence of which he foresaw he should now be obliged to forfeit his
night's rest, and travel in the dark, exposed to the inclemencies of the
weather.  "Pox rot thee, Tom Clarke, for a wicked lawyer!" said he to
himself; "hadst thou been hanged at Bartlemy-tide, I should this night
have slept in peace, that I should--an I would there was a blister on
this plaguy tongue of mine for making such a hollo-ballo, that I do--five
gallons of cold water has my poor belly been drenched with since night
fell, so as my reins and my liver are all one as if they were turned into
ice, and my whole harslet shakes and shivers like a vial of quicksilver.
I have been dragged, half-drowned like a rotten ewe, from the bottom of a
river; and who knows but I may be next dragged quite dead from the bottom
of a coal-pit--if so be as I am, I shall go to hell to be sure, for being
consarned like in my own moorder, that I will, so I will; for, a plague
on it!  I had no business with the vagaries of this crazy-peated measter
of mine, a pox on him, say I."

He had just finished this soliloquy as he entered the apartment of his
master, who desired to know what was become of his armour.  Timothy,
understanding that it had been left in the room when the knight
undressed, began to scratch his head in great perplexity; and at last
declared it as his opinion, that it must have been carried off by
witchcraft.  Then he related his adventure with Tom Clarke, who he said
was conveyed to his bedside he knew not how; and concluded with affirming
they were no better than Papishes who did not believe in witchcraft.  Sir
Launcelot could not help smiling at his simplicity; but assuming a
peremptory air, he commanded him to fetch the armour without delay, that
he might afterwards saddle the horses, in order to prosecute their
journey.

Timothy retired in great tribulation to the kitchen, where, finding the
misanthrope, whom the noise had also disturbed, and, still impressed with
the notion of his being a conjurer, he offered him a shilling if he would
cast a figure, and let him know what was become of his master's armour.

Ferret, in hope of producing more mischief, informed him without
hesitation, that one of the company had conveyed it into the chancel of
the church, where he would now find it deposited; at the same time
presenting him with the key, which Mr. Fillet had left in his custody.

The squire, who was none of those who set hobgoblins at defiance, being
afraid to enter the church alone at these hours, bargained with the
ostler to accompany and light him with a lantern.  Thus attended, he
advanced to the place where the armour lay in a heap, and loaded it upon
the back of his attendant without molestation, the lance being shouldered
over the whole.  In this equipage they were just going to retire, when
the ostler, hearing a noise at some distance, wheeled about with such
velocity, that one end of the spear saluting Crabshaw's pate, the poor
squire measured his length on the ground; and, crushing the lantern in
his fall, the light was extinguished.  The other, terrified at these
effects of his own sudden motion, threw down his burden, and would have
betaken himself to flight, had not Crabshaw laid fast hold on his leg,
that he himself might not be deserted.  The sound of the pieces
clattering on the pavement roused Captain Crowe from a trance or slumber,
in which he had lain since the apparition vanished; and he hallooed, or
rather bellowed, with vast vociferation.  Timothy and his friend were so
intimidated by this terrific strain, that they thought no more of the
armour, but ran home arm in arm, and appeared in the kitchen with all the
marks of horror and consternation.

When Sir Launcelot came forth wrapped in his cloak, and demanded his
arms, Crabshaw declared that the devil had them in possession; and this
assertion was confirmed by the ostler, who pretended to know the devil by
his roar.  Ferret sat in his corner, maintaining the most mortifying
silence, and enjoying the impatience of the knight, who in vain requested
an explanation of this mystery.  At length his eyes began to lighten,
when, seizing Crabshaw in one hand, and the ostler in the other, he swore
by Heaven he would dash their souls out, and raze the house to the
foundation, if they did not instantly disclose the particulars of this
transaction.  The good woman fell on her knees, protesting, in the name
of the Lord, that she was innocent as the child unborn, thof she had lent
the captain a Prayer-Book to learn the Lord's Prayer, a candle and
lantern to light him to the church, and a couple of clean sheets, for the
use of the other gentlemen.  The knight was more and more puzzled by this
declaration; when Mr. Clarke, coming into the kitchen, presented himself
with a low obeisance to his old patron.

Sir Launcelot's anger was immediately converted into surprise.  He set at
liberty the squire and the ostler, and stretching out his hand to the
lawyer, "My good friend Clarke," said he, "how came you hither?  Can you
solve this knotty point which has involved us all in such confusion?"

Tom forthwith began a very circumstantial recapitulation of what had
happened to his uncle; in what manner he had been disappointed of the
estate; how he had accidentally seen his honour, been enamoured of his
character, and become ambitious of following his example.  Then he
related the particulars of the plan which had been laid down to divert
him from his design, and concluded with assuring the knight, that the
captain was a very honest man, though he seemed to be a little disordered
in his intellects.  "I believe it," replied Sir Launcelot; "madness and
honesty are not incompatible--indeed, I feel it by experience."

Tom proceeded to ask pardon, in his uncle's name, for having made so free
with the knight's armour; and begged his honour, for the love of God,
would use his authority with Crowe, that he might quit all thoughts of
knight-errantry, for which he was by no means qualified; for, being
totally ignorant of the laws of the land, he would be continually
committing trespasses, and bring himself into trouble.  He said, in case
he should prove refractory, he might be apprehended by virtue of a
friendly warrant, for having feloniously carried off the knight's
accoutrements.  "Taking away another man's moveables," said he, "and
personal goods against the will of the owner, is furtum and felony
according to the statute.  Different indeed from robbery, which implies
putting in fear in the king's highway, in alta via regia violenter et
felonice captum et asportatum, in magnum terrorem, etc.; for if the
robbery be laid in the indictment, as done in quadam via pedestri, in a
footpath, the offender will not be ousted of his clergy.  It must be in
alta via regia; and your honour will please to take notice, that
robberies committed on the river Thames are adjudged as done in alta via
regia; for the king's highstream is all the same as the king's highway."

Sir Launcelot could not help smiling at Tom's learned investigation.  He
congratulated him on the progress he had made in the study of the law.
He expressed his concern at the strange turn the captain had taken, and
promised to use his influence in persuading him to desist from the
preposterous design he had formed.

The lawyer, thus assured, repaired immediately to the church, accompanied
by the squire, and held a parley with his uncle, who, when he understood
that the knight in person desired a conference, surrendered up the arms
quietly, and returned to the public-house.

Sir Launcelot received the honest seaman with his usual complacency; and
perceiving great discomposure in his looks, said, he was sorry to hear he
had passed such a disagreeable night to so little purpose.  Crowe, having
recruited his spirits with a bumper of brandy, thanked him for his
concern, and observed, that he had passed many a hard night in his time;
but such another as this, he would not be bound to weather for the
command of the whole British navy.  "I have seen Davy Jones in the shape
of a blue flame, d'ye see, hopping to and fro on the sprit-sail yardarm;
and I've seen your Jacks o' the Lanthorn, and Wills o' the Wisp, and many
such spirits, both by sea and land.  But to-night I've been boarded by
all the devils and d--ned souls in hell, squeaking and squalling, and
glimmering and glaring.  Bounce went the door--crack went the pew--crash
came the tackle--white-sheeted ghosts dancing in one corner by the
glow-worm's light--black devils hobbling in another--Lord have mercy upon
us! and I was hailed, Tom, I was, by my grandmother Jane, and my aunt
Bridget, d'ye see--a couple of d--n'd--but they're roasting; that's one
comfort, my lad."

When he had thus disburdened his conscience, Sir Launcelot introduced
the subject of the new occupation at which he aspired.  "I understand,"
said he, "that you are desirous of treading the paths of errantry,
which, I assure you, are thorny and troublesome.  Nevertheless, as
your purpose is to exercise your humanity and benevolence, so your
ambition is commendable.  But towards the practice of chivalry, there is
something more required than the virtues of courage and generosity.  A
knight-errant ought to understand the sciences, to be master of ethics or
morality, to be well versed in theology, a complete casuist, and minutely
acquainted with the laws of his country.  He should not only be patient
of cold, hunger, and fatigue, righteous, just, and valiant, but also
chaste, religious, temperate, polite, and conversable; and have all his
passions under the rein, except love, whose empire he should submissively
acknowledge."  He said, this was the very essence of chivalry; and no man
had ever made such a profession of arms, without first having placed his
affection upon some beauteous object, for whose honour, and at whose
command, he would cheerfully encounter the most dreadful perils.

He took notice, that nothing could be more irregular than the manner in
which Crowe had attempted to keep his vigil.  For he had never served his
novitiate--he had not prepared himself with abstinence and prayer--he had
not provided a qualified godfather for the ceremony of dubbing--he had no
armour of his own to wake; but, on the very threshold of chivalry, which
is the perfection of justice, had unjustly purloined the arms of another
knight.  That this was a mere mockery of a religious institution, and
therefore unpleasing in the sight of Heaven; witness the demons and
hobgoblins that were permitted to disturb and torment him in his trial.

Crowe having listened to these remarks with earnest attention, replied,
after some hesitation, "I am bound to you, brother, for your kind and
Christian counsel--I doubt as how I've steered by a wrong chart, d'ye
see--as for the matter of the sciences, to be sure, I know Plain Sailing
and Mercator; and am an indifferent good seaman, thof I say it that
should not say it.  But as to all the rest, no better than the viol-block
or the geer-capstan.  Religion I han't much overhauled; and we tars laugh
at your polite conversation, thof, mayhap, we can chaunt a few ballads to
keep the hands awake in the night watch; then for chastity, brother, I
doubt that's not expected in a sailor just come ashore, after a long
voyage--sure all those poor hearts won't be d--ned for steering in the
wake of nature.  As for a sweetheart, Bet Mizen of St. Catherine's would
fit me to a hair--she and I are old messmates; and what signifies
talking, brother, she knows already the trim of my vessel, d'ye see."  He
concluded with saying, he thought he wa'n't too old to learn; and if Sir
Launcelot would take him in tow as his tender, he would stand by him all
weathers, and it should not cost his consort a farthing's expense.

The knight said, he did not think himself of consequence enough to have
such a pupil, but should always be ready to give him his best advice; as
a specimen of which, he exhorted him to weigh all the circumstances, and
deliberate calmly and leisurely, before he actually engaged in such a
boisterous profession; assuring him, that if, at the end of three months,
his resolution should continue, he would take upon himself the office of
his instructor.  In the meantime he gratified the hostess for his
lodging, put on his armour, took leave of the company, and, mounting
Bronzomarte, proceeded southerly, being attended by his squire Crabshaw,
grumbling, on the back of Gilbert.




CHAPTER EIGHT

WHICH IS WITHIN A HAIR'S-BREADTH OF PROVING HIGHLY INTERESTING.


Leaving Captain Crowe and his nephew for the present, though they, and
even the misanthrope, will reappear in due season, we are now obliged to
attend the progress of the knight, who proceeded in a southerly
direction, insensible of the storm that blew, as well as of the darkness,
which was horrible.  For some time, Crabshaw ejaculated curses in
silence; till at length his anger gave way to his fear, which waxed so
strong upon him, that he could no longer resist the desire of alleviating
it, by entering into a conversation with his master.  By way of
introduction, he gave Gilbert the spur, directing him towards the flank
of Bronzomarte, which he encountered with such a shock, that the knight
was almost dismounted.

When Sir Launcelot, with some warmth, asked the reason of this attack,
the squire replied in these words: "The devil, God bless us! mun be
playing his pranks with Gilbert too, as sure as I'm a living soul--I'se
wager a teaster, the foul fiend has left the seaman, and got into
Gilbert, that he has--when a has passed through an ass and a horse, I'se
marvel what beast a will get into next."  "Probably into a mule," said
the knight; "in that case, you will be in some danger--but I can, at any
time, dispossess you with a horse-whip."--"Ay, ay," answered Timothy,
"your honour has a mortal good hand at giving a flap with a fox's tail,
as the saying is--'t is a wonderment you did not try your hand on that
there wiseacre that stole your honour's harness, and wants to be an
arrant with a murrain to 'un.  Lord help his fool's head, it becomes him
as a sow doth a cart saddle."  "There is no guilt in infirmity," said the
knight; "I punish the vicious only."  "I would your honour would punish
Gilbert then," cried the squire, "for 't is the most vicious tuoad that
ever I laid a leg over--but as to that same seafaring man, what may his
distemper be?"

"Madness," answered Sir Launcelot.  "Bodikins," exclaimed the squire, "I
doubt as how other volks are leame of the same leg--but it an't vor such
small gentry as he to be mad; they mun leave that to their betters."
"You seem to hint at me, Crabshaw.  Do you really think I am mad?"  "I
may say as how I have looked your honour in the mouth; and a sorry dog
should I be, if I did not know your humours as well as I know e'er a
beast in the steable at Greavesbury Hall."  "Since you are so well
acquainted with my madness," said the knight, "what opinion have you of
yourself, who serve and follow a lunatic?"  "I hope I han't served your
honour for nothing, but I shall inherit some of your cast vagaries--when
your honour is pleased to be mad, I should be very sorry to be found
right in my senses.  Timothy Crabshaw will never eat the bread of
unthankfulness--it shall never be said of him, that he was wiser than his
measter.  As for the matter of following a madman, we may see your
honour's face is made of a fiddle; every one that looks on you, loves
you."  This compliment the knight returned, by saying, "If my face is a
fiddle, Crabshaw, your tongue is a fiddlestick that plays upon it--yet
your music is very disagreeable--you don't keep time."  "Nor you neither,
measter," cried Timothy, "or we shouldn't be here wandering about under a
cloud of night, like sheep-stealers, or evil spirits with troubled
consciences."

Here the discourse was interrupted by a sudden disaster; in consequence
of which, the squire uttered an inarticulate roar, that startled the
knight himself, who was very little subject to the sensation of fear.
But his surprise was changed into vexation, when he perceived Gilbert
without a rider passing by, and kicking his heels with great agility.  He
forthwith turned his steed, and riding back a few paces, found Crabshaw
rising from the ground.  When he asked what was become of his horse, he
answered in a whimpering tone, "Horse! would I could once see him fairly
carrion for the hounds--for my part, I believe as how 't is no horse, but
a devil incarnate; and yet I've been worse mounted, that I have--I'd like
to have rid a horse that was foaled of an acorn."

This accident happened in a hollow way, overshadowed with trees, one of
which the storm had blown down, so that it lay over the road, and one of
its boughs projecting horizontally, encountered the squire as he trotted
along in the dark.  Chancing to hitch under his long chin, he could not
disengage himself, but hung suspended like a flitch of bacon; while
Gilbert, pushing forward, left him dangling, and, by his awkward gambols,
seemed to be pleased with the joke.  This capricious animal was not
retaken, without the personal endeavours of the knight; for Crabshaw
absolutely refusing to budge a foot from his honour's side, he was
obliged to alight, and fasten Bronzomarte to a tree.  Then they set out
together, and, with some difficulty, found Gilbert with his neck
stretched over a five-barred gate, snuffing up the morning air.  The
squire, however, was not remounted, without first having undergone a
severe reprehension from his master, who upbraided him with his
cowardice, threatened to chastise him on the spot, and declared that he
would divorce his dastardly soul from his body, should he ever be
incommoded or affronted with another instance of his baseborn
apprehension.

Though there was some risk in carrying on the altercation at this
juncture, Timothy, having bound up his jaws, could not withstand the
inclination he had to confute his master.  He therefore, in a muttering
accent, protested, that, if the knight would give him leave, he should
prove that his honour had tied a knot with his tongue, which he could not
untie with all his teeth.  "How, caitiff!" cried Sir Launcelot, "presume
to contend with me in argument?"  "Your mouth is scarce shut," said the
other, "since you declared that a man was not to be punished for madness,
because it was a distemper.  Now I will maintain that cowardice is a
distemper, as well as madness; for nobody would be afraid, if he could
help it."  "There is more logic in that remark," resumed the knight,
"than I expected from your clod-pate, Crabshaw.  But I must explain the
difference between cowardice and madness.  Cowardice, though sometimes
the effect of natural imbecility, is generally a prejudice of education,
or bad habit contracted from misinformation, or misapprehension; and may
certainly be cured by experience, and the exercise of reason.  But this
remedy cannot be applied in madness, which is a privation or disorder of
reason itself."

"So is cowardice, as I'm a living soul," exclaimed the squire; "don't you
say a man is frightened out of his senses? for my peart, measter, I can
neither see nor hear, much less argufy, when I'm in such a quandary.
Wherefore, I do believe, odds bodikins! that cowardice and madness are
both distempers, and differ no more than the hot and cold fits of an
ague.  When it teakes your honour, you're all heat, and fire, and fury,
Lord bless us! but when it catches poor Tim, he's cold and dead-hearted,
he sheakes and shivers like an aspen leaf, that he does."  "In that
case," answered the knight, "I shall not punish you for the distemper
which you cannot help, but for engaging in a service exposed to perils,
when you knew your own infirmity; in the same manner as a man deserves
punishment, who enlists himself for a soldier, while he labours under any
secret disease."  "At that rate," said the squire, "my bread is like to
be rarely buttered o' both sides, i'faith.  But, I hope, as by the
blessing of God I have run mad, so I shall in good time grow valiant,
under your honour's precept and example."

By this time a very disagreeable night was succeeded by a fair bright
morning, and a market-town appeared at the distance of three or four
miles, when Crabshaw, having no longer the fear of hobgoblins before his
eyes, and being moreover cheered by the sight of a place where he hoped
to meet with comfortable entertainment, began to talk big, to expatiate
on the folly of being afraid, and finally set all danger at defiance;
when all of a sudden he was presented with an opportunity of putting in
practice those new-adopted maxims.  In an opening between two lanes, they
perceived a gentleman's coach stopped by two highwaymen on horseback, one
of whom advanced to reconnoitre and keep the coast clear, while the other
exacted contribution from the travellers in the coach.  He who acted as
sentinel, no sooner saw our adventurer appearing from the lane, than he
rode up with a pistol in his hand, and ordered him to halt on pain of
immediate death.

To this peremptory mandate the knight made no other reply than charging
him with such impetuosity, that he was unhorsed in a twinkling, and lay
sprawling on the ground, seemingly sore bruised with his fall.  Sir
Launcelot, commanding Timothy to alight and secure the prisoner, couched
his lance, and rode full speed at the other highwayman, who was not a
little disturbed at sight of such an apparition.  Nevertheless, he fired
his pistol without effect; and, clapping spurs to his horse, fled away at
full gallop.  The knight pursued him with all the speed that Bronzomarte
could exert; but the robber, being mounted on a swift hunter, kept him at
a distance; and, after a chase of several miles, escaped through a wood
so entangled with coppice, that Sir Launcelot thought proper to desist.
He then, for the first time, recollected the situation in which he had
left the other thief, and, remembering to have heard a female shriek, as
he passed by the coach window, resolved to return with all expedition,
that he might make a proffer of his service to the lady, according to the
obligation of knight-errantry.  But he had lost his way; and after an
hour's ride, during which he traversed many a field, and circled divers
hedges, he found himself in the market-town aforementioned.  Here the
first object that presented itself to his eyes was Crabshaw, on foot,
surrounded by a mob, tearing his hair, stamping with his feet, and
roaring out in manifest distraction, "Show me the mayor! for the love of
God, show me the mayor!--O Gilbert, Gilbert! a murrain take thee,
Gilbert! sure thou wast foaled for my destruction!"

From these exclamations, and the antique dress of the squire, the people,
not without reason, concluded that the poor soul had lost his wits; and
the beadle was just going to secure him, when the knight interposed, and
at once attracted the whole attention of the populace.  Timothy seeing
his master fell down on his knees, crying, "The thief has run away with
Gilbert--you may pound me into a peast, as the saying is.  But now I'se
as mad as your worship, I an't afeard of the divil and all his works."
Sir Launcelot desiring the beadle would forbear, was instantly obeyed by
that officer, who had no inclination to put the authority of his place in
competition with the power of such a figure, armed at all points, mounted
on a fiery steed, and ready for the combat.  He ordered Crabshaw to
attend him to the next inn, where he alighted; then, taking him into a
separate apartment, demanded an explanation of the unconnected words he
had uttered.

The squire was in such agitation, that, with infinite difficulty, and by
dint of a thousand different questions, his master learned the adventure
to this effect.  Crabshaw, according to Sir Launcelot's command, had
alighted from his horse, and drawn his cutlass, in hope of intimidating
the discomfited robber into a tame surrender, though he did not at all
relish the nature of the service.  But the thief was neither so much hurt
nor so tame as Timothy had imagined.  He started on his feet with his
pistol still in his hand; and presenting it to the squire, swore with
dreadful imprecations, that he would blow his brains out in an instant.
Crabshaw, unwilling to hazard the trial of this experiment, turned his
back, and fled with great precipitation; while the robber, whose horse
had run away, mounted Gilbert, and rode off across the country.  It was
at this period, that two footmen, belonging to the coach, who had stayed
behind to take their morning's whet at the inn where they lodged, came up
to the assistance of the ladies, armed with blunderbusses; and the
carriage proceeded, leaving Timothy alone in distraction and despair.  He
knew not which way to turn, and was afraid of remaining on the spot, lest
the robbers should come back and revenge themselves upon him for the
disappointment they had undergone.  In this distress, the first thought
that occurred was to make the best of his way to the town, and demand the
assistance of the civil magistrate towards the retrieval of what he had
lost; a design which he executed in such a manner, as justly entailed
upon him the imputation of lunacy.

While Timothy stood fronting the window, and answering the interrogations
of his master, he suddenly exclaimed, "Bodikins! there's Gilbert!" and
sprung into the street with incredible agility.  There finding his
strayed companion brought back by one of the footmen who attended the
coach, he imprinted a kiss on his forehead; and, hanging about his neck,
with the tears in his eyes, hailed his return with the following
salutation: "Art thou come back, my darling? ah, Gilbert, Gilbert! a pize
upon thee! thou hadst like to have been a dear Gilbert to me! how couldst
thou break the heart of thy old friend, who has known thee from a colt?
seven years next grass have I fed thee and bred thee; provided thee with
sweet hay, delicate corn, and fresh litter, that thou mought lie warm,
dry, and comfortable.  Han't I currycombed thy carcass till it was as
sleek as a sloe, and cherished thee as the apple of mine eye? for all
that thou hast played me an hundred dog's tricks; biting, and kicking,
and plunging, as if the devil was in thy body; and now thou couldst run
away with a thief, and leave me to be flayed alive by measter.  What
canst thou say for thyself, thou cruel, hard-hearted, unchristian tuoad?"
To this tender expostulation, which afforded much entertainment to the
boys, Gilbert answered not one word; but seemed altogether insensible to
the caresses of Timothy, who forthwith led him into the stable.  On the
whole, he seems to have been an unsocial animal; for it does not appear
that he ever contracted any degree of intimacy, even with Bronzomarte,
during the whole course of their acquaintance and fellowship.  On the
contrary, he has been more than once known to signify his aversion, by
throwing out behind, and other eruptive marks of contempt for that
elegant charger, who excelled him as much in personal merit, as his rider
Timothy was outshone by his all-accomplished master.

While the squire accommodated Gilbert in the stable, the knight sent for
the footman who had brought him back; and, having presented him with a
liberal acknowledgment, desired to know in what manner the horse had been
retrieved.

The stranger satisfied him in this particular, by giving him to
understand, that the highwayman, perceiving himself pursued across the
country, plied Gilbert so severely with whip and spur, that the animal
resented the usage, and being besides, perhaps, a little struck with
remorse for having left his old friend Crabshaw, suddenly halted, and
stood stock still, notwithstanding all the stripes and tortures he
underwent; or if he moved at all, it was in a retrograde direction.  The
thief, seeing all his endeavours ineffectual, and himself in danger of
being overtaken, wisely quitted his acquisition, and fled into the bosom
of a neighbouring wood.

Then the knight inquired about the situation of the lady in the coach,
and offered himself as her guard and conductor; but was told that she was
already safely lodged in the house of a gentleman at some distance from
the road.  He likewise learned that she was a person disordered in her
senses, under the care and tuition of a widow lady, her relation, and
that in a day or two they should pursue their journey northward to the
place of her habitation.

After the footman had been some time dismissed, the knight recollected
that he had forgot to ask the name of the person to whom he belonged; and
began to be uneasy at this omission, which indeed was more interesting
than he could imagine.  For an explanation of this nature would, in all
likelihood, have led to a discovery, that the lady in the coach was no
other than Miss Aurelia Darnel, who seeing him unexpectedly in such an
equipage and attitude, as he passed the coach, for his helmet was off,
had screamed with surprise and terror, and fainted away.  Nevertheless,
when she recovered from her swoon, she concealed the real cause of her
agitation, and none of her attendants were acquainted with the person of
Sir Launcelot.

The circumstances of the disorder under which she was said to labour
shall be revealed in due course.  In the meantime, our adventurer, though
unaccountably affected, never dreamed of such an occurrence; but being
very much fatigued, resolved to indemnify himself for the loss of last
night's repose; and this happened to be one of the few things in which
Crabshaw felt an ambition to follow his master's example.




CHAPTER NINE

WHICH MAY SERVE TO SHOW, THAT TRUE PATRIOTISM IS OF NO PARTY.


The knight had not enjoyed his repose above two hours, when he was
disturbed by such a variety of noises, as might have discomposed a brain
of the firmest texture.  The rumbling of carriages, and the rattling of
horses' feet on the pavement, was intermingled with loud shouts, and the
noise of fiddle, French horn, and bagpipe.  A loud peal was heard ringing
in the church tower, at some distance, while the inn resounded with
clamour, confusion, and uproar.

Sir Launcelot being thus alarmed, started from his bed, and running to
the window, beheld a cavalcade of persons well mounted, and distinguished
by blue cockades.  They were generally attired like jockies, with
gold-laced hats and buckskin breeches, and one of them bore a standard of
blue silk, inscribed in white letters, LIBERTY AND THE LANDED INTEREST.
He who rode at their head was a jolly figure, of a florid complexion and
round belly, seemingly turned of fifty, and, in all appearance, of a
choleric disposition.  As they approached the market-place, they waved
their hats, huzzaed, and cried aloud, NO FOREIGN CONNEXIONS!--OLD ENGLAND
FOR EVER!  This acclamation, however, was not so loud or universal, but
that our adventurer could distinctly hear a counter-cry from the populace
of, NO SLAVERY!--NO POPISH PRETENDER! an insinuation so ill relished by
the cavaliers, that they began to ply their horsewhips among the
multitude, and were, in their turn, saluted with a discharge or volley of
stones, dirt, and dead cats; in consequence of which some teeth were
demolished, and many surtouts defiled.

Our adventurer's attention was soon called off from this scene, to
contemplate another procession of people on foot, adorned with bunches of
orange ribbons, attended by a regular band of music, playing God save
great George our King, and headed by a thin swarthy personage, of a
sallow aspect, and large goggling eyes, arched over with two thick
semicircles of hair, or rather bristles, jet black, and frowsy.  His
apparel was very gorgeous, though his address was very awkward; he was
accompanied by the mayor, recorder, and heads of the corporation, in
their formalities.  His ensigns were known by the inscription, Liberty of
Conscience, and the Protestant Succession; and the people saluted him as
he passed with repeated cheers, that seemed to prognosticate success.  He
had particularly ingratiated himself with the good women, who lined the
street, and sent forth many ejaculatory petitions in his favour.

Sir Launcelot immediately comprehended the meaning of this solemnity.  He
perceived it was the prelude to the election of a member to represent the
county in parliament, and he was seized with an eager desire to know the
names and characters of the competitors.

In order to gratify this desire, he made repeated application to the
bell-rope that depended from the ceiling of his apartment; but this
produced nothing, except the repetition of the words, "Coming, sir,"
which echoed from three or four different corners of the house.  The
waiters were so distracted by a variety of calls, that they stood
motionless, in the state of the schoolman's ass between two bundles of
hay, incapable of determining where they should first offer their
attendance.

Our knight's patience was almost exhausted, when Crabshaw entered the
room, in a very strange equipage.  One half of his face appeared close
shaved, and the other covered with lather, while the blood trickled in
two rivulets from his nose, upon a barber's cloth that was tucked under
his chin; he looked grim with indignation, and under his left arm carried
his cutlass, unsheathed.  Where he had acquired so much of the profession
of knight-errantry we shall not pretend to determine; but certain it is,
he fell on his knees before Sir Launcelot, crying, with an accent of
grief and distraction, "In the name of St. George for England, I beg a
boon, Sir Knight, and thy compliance I demand, before the peacock and the
ladies."

Sir Launcelot, astonished at this address, replied in a lofty strain,
"Valiant squire, thy boon is granted, provided it doth not contravene the
laws of the land, and the constitution of chivalry."  "Then I crave
leave," answered Crabshaw, "to challenge and defy to mortal combat that
caitiff barber who hath left me in this piteous condition; and I vow by
the peacock, that I will not shave my beard, until I have shaved his head
from his shoulders.  So may I thrive in the occupation of an arrant
squire."

Before his master had time to inquire into particulars, they were joined
by a decent man in boots, who was likewise a traveller, and had seen the
rise and progress of Timothy's disaster.  He gave the knight to
understand, that Crabshaw had sent for a barber, and already undergone
one half of the operation, when the operator received the long-expected
message from both the gentlemen who stood candidates at the election.
The double summons was no sooner intimated to him, than he threw down his
bason, and retired with precipitation, leaving the squire in the suds.
Timothy, incensed at this desertion, followed him with equal celerity
into the street, where he collared the shaver, and insisted upon being
entirely trimmed, on pain of the bastinado.  The other finding himself
thus arrested, and having no time to spare for altercation, lifted up his
fist, and discharged it upon the snout of Crabshaw with such force, that
the unfortunate aggressor was fain to bite the ground, while the victor
hastened away, in hope of touching the double wages of corruption.

The knight being informed of these circumstances, told Timothy with a
smile, that he should have liberty to defy the barber; but, in the
meantime, he ordered him to saddle Bronzomarte, and prepare for immediate
service.  While the squire was thus employed, his master engaged in
conversation with the stranger, who happened to be a London dealer
travelling for orders, and was well acquainted with the particulars which
our adventurer wanted to know.

It was from this communicative tradesman he learned, that the competitors
were Sir Valentine Quickset and Mr. Isaac Vanderpelft; the first a mere
fox-hunter, who depended for success in his election upon his interest
among the high-flying gentry; the other a stock jobber and contractor of
foreign extract, not without a mixture of Hebrew blood, immensely rich,
who was countenanced by his Grace of----, and supposed to have
distributed large sums in securing a majority of votes among the yeomanry
of the county, possessed of small freeholds, and copyholders, a great
number of which last resided in this borough.  He said these were
generally dissenters and weavers; and that the mayor, who was himself a
manufacturer, had received a very considerable order for exportation, in
consequence of which it was believed he would support Mr. Vanderpelft
with all his influence and credit.

Sir Launcelot, roused at this intelligence, called for his armour, which
being buckled on in a hurry, he mounted his steed, attended by Crabshaw
on Gilbert, and rode immediately into the midst of the multitude by which
the hustings were surrounded, just as Sir Valentine Quickset began to
harangue the people from an occasional theatre, formed of a plank
supported by the upper board of the public stocks, and an inferior rib of
a wooden cage pitched also for the accommodation of petty delinquents.

Though the singular appearance of Sir Launcelot at first attracted the
eyes of all the spectators, yet they did not fail to yield attention to
the speech of his brother-knight, Sir Valentine, which ran in the
following strain:--"Gentlemen vreeholders of this here county, I shan't
pretend to meake a vine flourishing speech--I'm a plain-spoken man, as
you all know.  I hope I shall always speak my maind without vear or
vavour, as the zaying is.  'T is the way of the Quicksets--we are no
upstarts, nor vorreigners, nor have we any Jewish blood in our veins; we
have lived in this here neighbourhood time out of mind, as you all know,
and possess an estate of vive thousand clear, which we spend at whoam,
among you, in old English hospitality.  All my vorevathers have been
parliament-men, and I can prove that ne'er a one o' um gave a zingle vote
for the court since the Revolution.  Vor my own peart, I value not the
ministry three skips of a louse, as the zaying is--I ne'er knew but one
minister that was an honest man, and vor all the rest, I care not if they
were hanged as high as Haman, with a pox to' un.  I am, thank God, a
vree-born, true-hearted Englishman, and a loyal, thof unworthy, son of
the Church--vor all they have done vor H----r, I'd vain know what they
have done vor the Church, with a vengeance--vor my own peart, I hate
all vorreigners and vorreign measures, whereby this poor nation is
broken-backed with a dismal load of debt, and the taxes rise so high that
the poor cannot get bread.  Gentlemen vreeholders of this county, I value
no minister a vig's end, d'ye see; if you will vavour me with your votes
and interest, whereby I may be returned, I'll engage one half of my
estate that I never cry yea to your shillings in the pound, but will
cross the ministry in everything, as in duty bound, and as becomes an
honest vreeholder in the ould interest--but, if you sell your votes and
your country for hire, you will be detested in this here world, and
damned in the next to all eternity: so I leave every man to his own
conscience."

This eloquent oration was received by his own friends with loud peals of
applause, which, however, did not discourage his competitor, who,
confident of his own strength, ascended the rostrum, or, in other words,
an old cask, set upright for the purpose.  Having bowed all round to the
audience, with a smile of gentle condescension, he told them how
ambitious he was of the honour to represent this county in parliament,
and how happy he found himself in the encouragement of his friends, who
had so unanimously agreed to support his pretensions.  He said, over and
above the qualifications he possessed among them, he had fourscore
thousand pounds in his pocket, which he had acquired by commerce, the
support of the nation, under the present happy establishment, in defence
of which he was ready to spend the last farthing.  He owned himself a
faithful subject to his Majesty King George, sincerely attached to the
Protestant succession, in detestation and defiance of a popish, an
abjured, and outlawed Pretender; and declared that he would exhaust his
substance and his blood, if necessary, in maintaining the principles of
the glorious Revolution.  "This," cried he, "is the solid basis and
foundation upon which I stand."

These last words had scarce proceeded from his mouth, when the head of
the barrel or puncheon on which he stood, being frail and infirm, gave
way, so that down he went with a crash, and in a twinkling disappeared
from the eyes of the astonished beholders.  The fox-hunters, perceiving
his disaster, exclaimed, in the phrase and accent of the chase, "Stole
away! stole away!" and with hideous vociferation, joined in the sylvan
chorus which the hunters halloo when the hounds are at fault.

The disaster of Mr. Vanderpelft was soon repaired by the assiduity of his
friends, who disengaged him from the barrel in a trice, hoisted him on
the shoulders of four strong weavers, and, resenting the unmannerly
exultation of their antagonists, began to form themselves in order of
battle.

An obstinate fray would have undoubtedly ensued, had not their mutual
indignation given way to their curiosity, at the motion of our knight,
who had advanced into the middle between the two fronts, and waving his
hand as a signal for them to give attention, addressed himself to them,
with graceful demeanour, in these words:--"Countrymen, friends, and
fellow-citizens, you are this day assembled to determine a point of the
utmost consequence to yourselves and your posterity; a point that ought
to be determined by far other weapons than brutal force and factious
clamour.  You, the freemen of England, are the basis of that excellent
constitution which hath long flourished the object of envy and
admiration.  To you belongs the inestimable privilege of choosing a
delegate properly qualified to represent you in the High Court of
Parliament.  This is your birthright,--inherited from your ancestors,
obtained by their courage, and sealed with their blood.  It is not only
your birthright, which you should maintain in defiance of all danger, but
also a sacred trust, to be executed with the most scrupulous care and
fidelity.  The person whom you trust ought not only to be endued with the
most inflexible integrity, but should likewise possess a fund of
knowledge that may enable him to act as a part of the legislature.  He
must be well acquainted with the history, the constitution, and the laws
of his country; he must understand the forms of business, the extent of
the royal prerogative, the privilege of parliament, the detail of
government, the nature and regulation of the finances, the different
branches of commerce, the politics that prevail, and the connexions that
subsist among the different powers of Europe; for on all these subjects
the deliberations of a House of Commons occasionally turn.

"But these great purposes will never be answered by electing an
illiterate savage, scarce qualified, in point of understanding, to act as
a country justice of peace, a man who has scarce ever travelled beyond
the excursion of a fox-chase, whose conversation never rambles farther
than his stable, his kennel, and the barnyard; who rejects decorum as
degeneracy, mistakes rusticity for independence, ascertains his courage
by leaping over gates and ditches, and founds his triumph on feats of
drinking; who holds his estate by a factious tenure, professes himself
the blind slave of a party, without knowing the principles that gave it
birth, or the motives by which it is actuated, and thinks that all
patriotism consists in railing indiscriminately at ministers, and
obstinately opposing every measure of the administration.  Such a man,
with no evil intentions of his own, might be used as a dangerous tool in
the hands of a desperate faction, by scattering the seeds of
disaffection, embarrassing the wheels of government, and reducing the
whole kingdom to anarchy."

Here the knight was interrupted by the shouts and acclamations of the
Vanderpelfites, who cried aloud, "Hear him! hear him! long life to the
iron-cased orator."  This clamour subsiding, he prosecuted his harangue
to the following effect:--

"Such a man as I have described may be dangerous from ignorance, but is
neither so mischievous, nor so detestable as the wretch who knowingly
betrays his trust, and sues to be the hireling and prostitute of a weak
and worthless minister; a sordid knave, without honour or principle, who
belongs to no family whose example can reproach him with degeneracy, who
has no country to command his respect, no friend to engage his affection,
no religion to regulate his morals, no conscience to restrain his
iniquity, and who worships no God but Mammon; an insinuating miscreant,
who undertakes for the dirtiest work of the vilest administration; who
practises national usury, receiving by wholesale the rewards of venality,
and distributing the wages of corruption by retail."

In this place our adventurer's speech was drowned in the acclamations of
the fox-hunters, who now triumphed in their turn, and hoicksed the
speaker, exclaiming, "Well opened, Jowler--to' un, to' un again,
Sweetlips! hey, Merry, Whitefoot!"  After a short interruption, he thus
resumed his discourse:--

"When such a caitiff presents himself to you, like the devil, with a
temptation in his hand, avoid him as if he were in fact the devil--it is
not the offering of disinterested love, for what should induce him, who
has no affections, to love you, to whose persons he is an utter stranger?
alas! it is not a benevolence, but a bribe.  He wants to buy you at one
market that he may sell you at another.  Without doubt his intention is
to make an advantage of his purchase, and this aim he cannot accomplish
but by sacrificing, in some sort, your interest, your independency, to
the wicked designs of a minister, as he can expect no gratification for
the faithful discharge of his duty.  But, even if he should not find an
opportunity of selling you to advantage, the crime, the shame, the
infamy, will still be the same in you, who, baser than the most abandoned
prostitutes, have sold yourselves and your posterity for hire--for a
paltry price, to be refunded with interest by some minister, who will
indemnify himself out of your own pockets; for, after all, you are bought
and sold with your own money--the miserable pittance you may now receive
is no more than a pitcher full of water thrown in to moisten the sucker
of that pump which will drain you to the bottom.  Let me therefore advise
and exhort you, my countrymen, to avoid the opposite extremes of the
ignorant clown and the designing courtier, and choose a man of honesty,
intelligence, and moderation, who will"----

The doctrine of moderation was a very unpopular subject in such an
assembly; and, accordingly, they rejected it as one man.  They began to
think the stranger wanted to set up for himself; a supposition that could
not fail to incense both sides equally, as they were both zealously
engaged in their respective causes.  The Whigs and the Tories joined
against this intruder, who, being neither, was treated like a monster, or
chimera in politics.  They hissed, they hooted, and they hallooed; they
annoyed him with missiles of dirt, sticks, and stones; they cursed, they
threatened and reviled, till, at length, his patience was exhausted.

"Ungrateful and abandoned miscreants!" he cried, "I spoke to you as men
and Christians--as free-born Britons and fellow-citizens; but I perceive
you are a pack of venal, infamous scoundrels, and I will treat you
accordingly."  So saying, he brandished his lance, and riding into the
thickest of the concourse, laid about him with such dexterity and effect,
that the multitude was immediately dispersed, and he retired without
further molestation.

The same good fortune did not attend squire Crabshaw in his retreat.  The
ludicrous singularity of his features, and the half-mown crop of hair
that bristled from one side of his countenance, invited some wags to make
merry at his expense; one of them clapped a furze-bush under the tail of
Gilbert, who, feeling himself thus stimulated a posteriori, kicked and
plunged, and capered in such a manner, that Timothy could hardly keep the
saddle.  In this commotion he lost his cap and his periwig, while the
rabble pelted him in such a manner, that, before he could join his
master, he looked like a pillar, or rather a pillory of mud.




CHAPTER TEN

WHICH SHOWETH THAT HE WHO PLAYS AT BOWLS, WILL SOMETIMES MEET WITH
RUBBERS.


Sir Launcelot, boiling with indignation at the venality and faction of
the electors, whom he had harangued to so little purpose, retired with
the most deliberate disdain towards one of the gates of the town, on the
outside of which his curiosity was attracted by a concourse of people, in
the midst of whom stood Mr. Ferret, mounted upon a stool, with a kind of
satchel hanging round his neck, and a phial displayed in his right hand,
while he held forth to the audience in a very vehement strain of
elocution.

Crabshaw thought himself happily delivered when he reached the suburbs,
and proceeded without halting; but his master mingled with the crowd, and
heard the orator express himself to this effect:--

"Very likely you may undervalue me and my medicine, because I don't
appear upon a stage of rotten boards, in a shabby velvet coat, and
tie-periwig, with a foolish fellow in a motley coat, to make you laugh,
by making wry faces; but I scorn to use these dirty arts for engaging
your attention.  These paltry tricks, ad captandum vulgus, can have no
effect but on idiots; and if you are idiots, I don't desire you should
be my customers.  Take notice, I don't address you in the style of a
mountebank, or a High German doctor; and yet the kingdom is full of
mountebanks, empirics, and quacks.  We have quacks in religion, quacks
in physic, quacks in law, quacks in politics, quacks in patriotism,
quacks in government--High German quacks, that have blistered, sweated,
bled, and purged the nation into an atrophy.  But this is not all;
they have not only evacuated her into a consumption, but they have
intoxicated her brain, until she is become delirious; she can no longer
pursue her own interest, or, indeed, rightly distinguish it.  Like the
people of Nineveh, she can hardly tell her right hand from her left;
but, as a changeling, is dazzled and delighted by an ignis fatuus, a
Will-o'-the-wisp, an exhalation from the vilest materials in nature, that
leads her astray through Westphalian bogs and deserts, and will one day
break her neck over some barren rocks, or leave her sticking in some
H----n pit, or quagmire.

"For my part, if you have a mind to betray your country, I have no
objection.  In selling yourselves and your fellow-citizens, you only
dispose of a pack of rascals who deserve to be sold.  If you sell one
another, why should not I sell this here Elixir of Long Life, which, if
properly used, will protract your days till you shall have seen your
country ruined.  I shall not pretend to disturb your understandings,
which are none of the strongest, with a hotchpotch of unintelligible
terms, such as Aristotle's four principles of generation, unformed
matter, privation, efficient, and final causes.  Aristotle was a pedantic
blockhead, and still more knave than fool.  The same censure we may
safely put on that wiseacre, Dioscorides, with his faculties of simples--
his seminal, specific, and principal virtues; and that crazy commentator,
Galen, with his four elements, elementary qualities, his eight
complexions, his harmonies and discords.  Nor shall I expatiate on the
alkahest of that mad scoundrel, Paracelsus, with which he pretended to
reduce flints into salt; nor archaeus or spiritus rector of that
visionary Van Helmont, his simple, elementary water, his gas, ferments,
and transmutations; nor shall I enlarge upon the salt, sulphur, and oil,
the acidum vagum, the mercury of metals, and the volatilised vitriol of
other modern chemists, a pack of ignorant, conceited, knavish rascals,
that puzzle your weak heads with such jargon, just as a Germanised
m----r throws dust in your eyes, by lugging in and ringing the changes on
the balance of power, the Protestant religion, and your allies on the
continent; acting like the juggler, who picks your pockets while he
dazzles your eyes and amuses your fancy with twirling his fingers and
reciting the gibberish of hocus pocus; for, in fact, the balance of power
is a mere chimera.  As for the Protestant religion, nobody gives himself
any trouble about it; and allies on the continent, we have none, or, at
least, none that would raise an hundred men to save us from perdition,
unless we paid an extravagant price for their assistance.

"But, to return to this here Elixir of Long Life, I might embellish it
with a great many high-sounding epithets; but I disdain to follow the
example of every illiterate vagabond, that, from idleness, turns quack,
and advertises his nostrum in the public papers.  I am neither a
felonious drysalter returned from exile, an hospital stump-turner, a
decayed staymaker, a bankrupt printer, or insolvent debtor, released by
act of parliament.  I do not pretend to administer medicines without the
least tincture of letters, or suborn wretches to perjure themselves in
false affidavits of cures that were never performed; nor employ a set of
led captains to harangue in my praise at all public places.  I was bred
regularly to the profession of chemistry, and have tried all the
processes of alchemy; and I may venture to say, that this here elixir
is, in fact, the chruseon pepuromenon ek puros, the visible, glorious,
spiritual body, from whence all other beings derive their existence, as
proceeding from their father the sun, and their mother the moon; from
the sun, as from a living and spiritual gold, which is mere fire;
consequently, the common and universal first-created mover, from whence
all moveable things have their distinct and particular motions; and also
from the moon, as from the wife of the sun, and the common mother of all
sublunary things.

"And forasmuch as man is, and must be, the comprehensive end of all
creatures, and the microcosm, he is counselled in the Revelation to buy
gold that is thoroughly fired, or rather pure fire, that he may become
rich and like the sun; as, on the contrary, he becomes poor, when he
abuses the arsenical poison; so that, his silver, by the fire, must be
calcined to a caput mortuum, which happens when he will hold and retain
the menstruum, out of which he partly exists, for his own property, and
doth not daily offer up the same in the fire of the sun, that the woman
may be clothed with the sun, and become a sun, and thereby rule over the
moon; that is to say, that he may get the moon under his feet.  Now, this
here elixir, sold for no more than sixpence a phial, contains the essence
of the alkahest, the archaeus, the catholicon, the menstruum, the sun,
the moon, and, to sum up all in one word, is the true, genuine,
unadulterated, unchangeable, immaculate, and specific chruseon
pepuromenon ek puros."

The audience were variously affected by this learned oration.  Some of
those who favoured the pretensions of the Whig candidate, were of
opinion, that he ought to be punished for his presumption, in reflecting
so scurrilously on ministers and measures.  Of this sentiment was our
adventurer, though he could not help admiring the courage of the orator,
and owning within himself, that he had mixed some melancholy truths with
his scurrility.

Mr. Ferret would not have stood so long in his rostrum unmolested, had
not he cunningly chosen his station immediately without the jurisdiction
of the town, whose magistrates therefore could not take cognisance of his
conduct; but application was made to the constable of the other parish,
while our nostrum-monger proceeded in his speech, the conclusion of which
produced such an effect upon his hearers, that his whole cargo was
immediately exhausted.  He had just stepped down from his stool, when the
constable with his staff arrived, and took him under his guidance.  Mr.
Ferret, on this occasion, attempted to interest the people in his behalf,
by exhorting them to vindicate the liberty of the subject against such an
act of oppression; but finding them deaf to the tropes and figures of his
elocution, he addressed himself to our knight, reminding him of his duty
to protect the helpless and the injured, and earnestly soliciting his
interposition.

Sir Launcelot, without making the least reply to his entreaties, resolved
to see the end of this adventure; and, being joined by his squire,
followed the prisoner at a distance, measuring back the ground he had
travelled the day before, until he reached another small borough, where
Ferret was housed in the common prison.

While he sat a-horseback, deliberating on the next step he should take,
he was accosted by the voice of Tom Clarke, who called, in a whimpering
tone, through a window grated with iron, "For the love of God, Sir
Launcelot, do, dear sir, be so good as to take the trouble to alight, and
come upstairs; I have something to communicate, of consequence to the
community in general, and you in particular.  Pray do, dear Sir Knight.
I beg a boon in the name of St. Michael and St. George for England."

Our adventurer, not a little surprised at this address, dismounted
without hesitation, and, being admitted to the common jail, there found
not only his old friend Tom, but also the uncle, sitting on a bench, with
a woollen night-cap on his head, and a pair of spectacles on his nose,
reading very earnestly in a book, which he afterwards understood was
entitled, The Life and Adventures of Valentine and Orson.  The captain no
sooner saw his great pattern enter, than he rose, and received him with
the salutation of, "What cheer, brother?" and before the knight could
answer, added these words: "You see how the land lies--here have Tom and
I been fast ashore these four-and-twenty hours; and this berth we have
got by attempting to tow your galley, brother, from the enemy's harbour.
Adds bobs! if we had this here fellow w---eson for a consort, with all
our tackle in order, brother, we'd soon show 'em the topsail, slip our
cable, and down with their barricadoes.  But, howsomever, it don't
signify talking--patience is a good stream-anchor, and will hold, as the
saying is--but, d--n my--as for the matter of my boltsprit.--Harkye,
harkye, brother, d--ned hard to engage with three at a time, one upon my
bow, one upon my quarter, and one right a-head, rubbing and drubbing,
lying athwart hawse, raking fore and aft, battering and grappling, and
lashing and clashing--adds heart, brother; crash went the bolt-sprit--
down came the round-top--up with the deadlights--I saw nothing but the
stars at noon, lost the helm of my seven senses, and down I broached upon
my broadside."

As Mr. Clarke rightly conceived that his uncle would need an interpreter,
he began to explain these hints, by giving a circumstantial detail of his
own and the captain's disaster.

He told Sir Launcelot, that, notwithstanding all his persuasion and
remonstrances, Captain Crowe insisted upon appearing in the character of
a knight errant; and, with that view, had set out from the public-house
on the morning that succeeded his vigil in the church.  That upon the
highway they had met with a coach, containing two ladies, one of whom
seemed to be under great agitation; for, as they passed, she struggled
with the other, thrust out her head at the window, and said something
which he could not distinctly hear.  That Captain Crowe was struck with
admiration of her unequalled beauty; and he, Tom, no sooner informed him
who she was, than he resolved to set her at liberty, on the supposition
that she was under restraint, and in distress.  That he accordingly
unsheathed his cutlass, and, riding after the coach, commanded the driver
to bring to, on pain of death.  That one of the servants, believing the
captain to be a highwayman, presented a blunderbuss, and in all
probability would have shot him on the spot, had not he, the nephew, rode
up, and assured them the gentleman was non compos.  That, notwithstanding
his intimation, all the three attacked him with the butt-ends of their
horsewhips, while the coach drove on, and although he laid about him with
great fury, at last brought him to the ground, by a stroke on the temple.
That Mr. Clarke himself then interposed in defence of his kinsman, and
was also severely beaten.  That two of the servants, upon application to
a justice of the peace, residing near the field of battle, had granted a
warrant against the captain and his nephew, and, without examination,
committed them as idle vagrants, after having seized their horses and
their money, on pretence of their being suspected for highwaymen.

"But, as there was no just cause of suspicion," added he, "I am of
opinion, the justice is guilty of a trespass, and may be sued for falsum
imprisonamentum, and considerable damages obtained; for you will please
to observe, sir, no justice has a right to commit any person till after
due examination; besides, we were not committed for an assault and
battery, audita querela, nor as wandering lunatics by the statute, who,
to be sure, may be apprehended by a justice's warrant, and locked up and
chained, if necessary, or to be sent to their last legal settlement; but
we were committed as vagrants and suspected highwaymen.  Now we do not
fall under the description of vagrants; nor did any circumstance appear
to support the suspicion of robbery; for, to constitute robbery, there
must be something taken; but here nothing was taken but blows, and they
were upon compulsion.  Even an attempt to rob, without any taking, is not
felony, but a misdemeanour.  To be sure, there is a taking in deed, and a
taking in law.  But still the robber must be in possession of a thing
stolen; and we attempted to steal ourselves away.  My uncle, indeed,
would have released the young lady vi et armis, had his strength been
equal to his inclination; and in so doing, I would have willingly lent my
assistance, both from a desire to serve such a beautiful young creature,
and also in regard to your honour, for I thought I heard her call upon
your name."

"Ha! how! what! whose name? say, speak--Heaven and earth!" cried the
knight, with marks of the most violent emotion.--Clarke, terrified at his
looks, replied, "I beg your pardon a thousand times; I did not say
positively she did speak those words; but I apprehended she did speak
them.  Words, which may be taken or interpreted by law in a general or
common sense, ought not to receive a strained or unusual construction;
and ambiguous words"--"Speak, or be dumb for ever!" exclaimed Sir
Launcelot, in a terrific tone, laying his hand on his sword.  "What young
lady, ha?  What name did she call upon?"--Clarke, falling on his knees,
answered, not without stammering, "Miss Aurelia Darnel; to the best of my
recollection, she called upon Sir Launcelot Greaves."--"Sacred powers!"
cried our adventurer, "which way did the carriage proceed?"

When Tom told him that the coach quitted the post-road, and struck away to
the right at full speed, Sir Launcelot was seized with a pensive fit; his
head sunk upon his breast, and he mused in silence for several minutes,
with the most melancholy expression on his countenance; then recollecting
himself, he assumed a more composed and cheerful air, and asked several
questions with respect to the arms on the coach, and the liveries worn by
the servants?  It was in the course of this interrogation, that he
discovered he had actually conversed with one of the footmen, who had
brought back Crabshaw's horse.  A circumstance that filled him with
anxiety and chagrin, as he had omitted to inquire the name of his master,
and the place to which the coach was travelling; though, in all
probability, had he made these inquiries, he would have received very
little satisfaction, there being reason to think the servants were
enjoined secrecy.

The knight, in order to meditate on this unexpected adventure, sat down
by his old friend, and entered into a reverie, which lasted about a
quarter of an hour, and might have continued longer had it not been
interrupted by the voice of Crabshaw, who bawled aloud, "Look to it, my
masters--as you brew you must drink--this shall be a dear day's work to
some of you; for my part, I say nothing--the braying ass eats little
grass--one barber shaves not so close, but another finds a few stubble--
you wanted to catch a capon, and you've stole a cat--he that takes up his
lodgings in a stable, must be contented to lie upon litter."

The knight, desirous of knowing the cause that prompted Timothy to
apothegmatise in this manner, looked through the grate, and perceived the
squire fairly set in the stocks, surrounded by a mob of people.  When he
called to him, and asked the reason of this disgraceful restraint,
Crabshaw replied, "There's no cake, but there's another of the same make
--who never climbed, never fell--after clouds comes clear weather.  'T is
all along of your honour, I've met with this preferment; no deservings of
my own, but the interest of my master.  Sir Knight, if you will slay the
justice, hang the constable, release your squire, and burn the town, your
name will be famous in story; but, if you are content, I am thankful.
Two hours are soon spent in such good company; in the meantime, look to
'un, jailor, there's a frog in the stocks."

Sir Launcelot, incensed at this affront offered to his servant, advanced
to the prison door, but found it fast locked; and when he called to the
turnkey, he was given to understand, that he himself was prisoner.
Enraged at this intimation, he demanded at whose suit, and was answered
through the wicket, "At the suit of the King, in whose name I will hold
you fast, with God's assistance."

The knight's looks now began to lighten; he rolled his eyes around; and
snatching up an oaken bench, which three ordinary men could scarce have
lifted from the ground, he, in all likelihood, would have shattered the
door in pieces, had not he been restrained by the interposition of Mr.
Clarke, who entreated him to have a little patience, assuring him he
would suggest a plan that would avenge himself amply on the justice,
without any breach of the peace.  "I say the justice," added Tom,
"because it must be his doing.  He is a little petulant sort of a fellow,
ignorant of the law, guilty of numberless irregularities, and if properly
managed, may, for this here act of arbitrary power, be not only cast in a
swingeing sum, but even turned out of the commission with disgrace."

This was a very seasonable hint, in consequence of which the bench was
softly replaced, and Captain Crowe deposited the poker, with which he had
armed himself, to second the efforts of Sir Launcelot.  They now, for the
first time, perceived that Ferret had disappeared; and, upon inquiry,
found that he was in fact the occasion of the knight's detention and the
squire's disgrace.




CHAPTER ELEVEN

DESCRIPTION OF A MODERN MAGISTRATE.


Before the knight would take any resolution for extricating himself from
his present embarrassment, he desired to be better acquainted with the
character and circumstances of the justice by whom he had been confined,
and likewise to understand the meaning of his own detention.  To be
informed in this last particular, he renewed his dialogue with the
turnkey, who told him through the grate, that Ferret no sooner perceived
him in the jail without his offensive arms, which he had left below, than
he desired to be carried before the justice, where he had given
information against the knight, as a violator of the public peace, who
strolled about the country with unlawful arms, rendering the highways
unsafe, encroaching upon the freedom of elections, putting his majesty's
liege subjects in fear of their lives, and, in all probability,
harbouring more dangerous designs under an affected cloak of lunacy.
Ferret, upon this information, had been released, and entertained as an
evidence for the King; and Crabshaw was put into the stocks, as an idle
stroller.

Sir Launcelot, being satisfied in these particulars, addressed himself to
his fellow-prisoners, and begged they would communicate what they knew
respecting the worthy magistrate, who had been so premature in the
execution of his office.  This request was no sooner signified, than a
crew of naked wretches crowded around him, and, like a congregation of
rooks, opened their throats all at once, in accusation of Justice Gobble.
The knight was moved at this scene, which he could not help comparing, in
his own mind, to what would appear upon a much more awful occasion, when
the cries of the widow and the orphan, the injured and oppressed, would
be uttered at the tribunal of an unerring Judge, against the villanous
and insolent authors of their calamity.

When he had, with some difficulty, quieted their clamours, and confined
his interrogation to one person of a tolerably decent appearance, he
learned, that Justice Gobble, whose father was a tailor, had for some
time served as a journeyman hosier in London, where he had picked up some
law terms, by conversing with hackney writers and attorneys' clerks of
the lowest order; that, upon the death of his master, he had insinuated
himself into the good graces of the widow, who took him for her husband,
so that he became a person of some consideration, and saved money apace;
that his pride, increasing with his substance, was reinforced by the
vanity of his wife, who persuaded him to retire from business, that they
might live genteelly in the country; that his father dying, and leaving a
couple of houses in this town, Mr. Gobble had come down with his lady to
take possession, and liked the place so well, as to make a more
considerable purchase in the neighbourhood; that a certain peer being
indebted to him in the large way of his business, and either unable or
unwilling to pay the money, had compounded the debt, by inserting his
name in the commission; since which period his own insolence, and his
wife's ostentation, had exceeded all bounds; that, in the execution of
his authority, he had committed a thousand acts of cruelty and injustice
against the poorer sort of people, who were unable to call him to a
proper account; that his wife domineered with a more ridiculous, though
less pernicious usurpation, among the females of the place; that, in a
word, she was the subject of continual mirth, and he the object of
universal detestation.

Our adventurer, though extremely well disposed to believe what was said
to the prejudice of Gobble, would not give entire credit to this
description, without first inquiring into the particulars of his conduct.
He therefore asked the speaker, what was the cause of his particular
complaint.  "For my own part, sir," said he, "I lived in repute, and kept
a shop in this here town, well furnished with a great variety of
articles.  All the people in the place were my customers; but what I and
many others chiefly depended upon, was the extraordinary sale at two
annual customary fairs, to which all the country people in the
neighbourhood resorted to lay out their money.  I had employed all my
stock, and even engaged my credit, to procure a large assortment of goods
for the Lammas market; but, having given my vote in the election of a
vestry-clerk, contrary to the interest of Justice Gobble, he resolved to
work my ruin.  He suppressed the annual fairs, by which a great many
people, especially publicans, earned the best part of their subsistence.
The country people resorted to another town.  I was overstocked with a
load of perishable commodities, and found myself deprived of the best
part of my home customers, by the ill-nature and revenge of the justice,
who employed all his influence among the common people, making use of
threats and promises, to make them desert my shop, and give their custom
to another person, whom he settled in the same business under my nose.
Being thus disabled from making punctual payments, my commodities
spoiling, and my wife breaking her heart, I grew negligent and careless,
took to drinking, and my affairs went to wreck.  Being one day in liquor,
and provoked by the fleers and taunts of the man who had set up against
me, I struck him at his own door; upon which I was carried before the
justice, who treated me with such insolence, that I became desperate, and
not only abused him in the execution of his office, but also made an
attempt to lay violent hands upon his person.  You know, sir, when a man
is both drunk and desperate, he cannot be supposed to have any command of
himself.  I was sent hither to jail.  My creditors immediately seized my
effects; and, as they were not sufficient to discharge my debts, a
statute of bankruptcy was taken out against me; so that here I must lie,
until they think proper to sign my certificate, or the parliament shall
please to pass an act for the relief of insolvent debtors."

The next person who presented himself in the crowd of accusers was a
meagre figure, with a green apron, who told the knight that he had kept a
public-house in town for a dozen years, and enjoyed a good trade, which
was in a great measure owing to a skittle-ground, in which the best
people of the place diverted themselves occasionally.  That Justice
Gobble, being disobliged at his refusing to part with a gelding which he
had bred for his own use, first of all shut up the skittle-ground; but,
finding the publican still kept his house open, he took care that he
should be deprived of his licence, on pretence that the number of
ale-houses was too great, and that this man had been bred to another
employment.  The poor publican being thus deprived of his bread, was
obliged to try the staymaking business, to which he had served an
apprenticeship; but being very ill qualified for this profession, he soon
fell to decay and contracted debts, in consequence of which he was now in
prison, where he had no other support but what arose from the labour of
his wife, who had gone to service.

The next prisoner who preferred his complaint against the unrighteous
judge was a poacher, at whose practices Justice Gobble had for some years
connived, so as even to screen him from punishment, in consideration of
being supplied with game gratis, till at length he was disappointed by
accident.  His lady had invited guests to an entertainment, and bespoke a
hare, which the poacher undertook to furnish.  He laid his snares
accordingly overnight, but they were discovered, and taken away by the
gamekeeper of the gentleman to whom the ground belonged.  All the excuses
the poacher could make proved ineffectual in appeasing the resentment of
the justice and his wife at being thus disconcerted.  Measures were taken
to detect the delinquent in the exercise of his illicit occupation; he
was committed to safe custody, and his wife, with five bantlings, was
passed to her husband's settlement in a different part of the country.

A stout squat fellow, rattling with chains, had just taken up the ball of
accusation, when Sir Launcelot was startled with the appearance of a
woman, whose looks and equipage indicated the most piteous distress.  She
seemed to be turned of the middle age, was of a lofty carriage, tall,
thin, weather-beaten, and wretchedly attired; her eyes were inflamed with
weeping, and her looks displayed that wildness and peculiarity which
denote distraction.  Advancing to Sir Launcelot, she fell upon her knees,
and, clasping her hands together, uttered the following rhapsody in the
most vehement tone of affliction:--

"Thrice potent, generous, and august emperor; here let my knees cleave to
the earth, until thou shalt do me justice on that inhuman caitiff Gobble.
Let him disgorge my substance which he hath devoured; let him restore to
my widowed arms my child, my boy, the delight of my eyes, the prop of my
life, the staff of my sustenance, whom he hath torn from my embrace,
stolen, betrayed, sent into captivity, and murdered!  Behold these
bleeding wounds upon his lovely breast! see how they mangle his lifeless
corse!  Horror! give me my child, barbarians! his head shall lie upon his
Suky's bosom--she will embalm him with her tears.  Ha! plunge him in the
deep!--shall my boy then float in a watery tomb?  Justice, most mighty
emperor! justice upon the villain who hath ruined us all!  May Heaven's
dreadful vengeance overtake him! may the keen storm of adversity strip
him of all his leaves and fruit! may peace forsake his mind, and rest be
banished from his pillow, so that all his days shall be filled with
reproach and sorrow, and all his nights be haunted with horror and
remorse! may he be stung by jealousy without cause, and maddened by
revenge without the means of execution! may all his offspring be blighted
and consumed, like the mildewed ears of corn, except one that shall grow
up to curse his old age, and bring his hoary head with sorrow to the
grave, as he himself has proved a curse to me and mine!"

The rest of the prisoners, perceiving the knight extremely shocked at her
misery and horrid imprecation, removed her by force from his presence,
and conveyed her to another room; while our adventurer underwent a
violent agitation, and could not for some minutes compose himself so well
as to inquire into the nature of this wretched creature's calamity.

The shopkeeper, of whom he demanded this satisfaction, gave him to
understand that she was born a gentlewoman, and had been well educated;
that she married a curate, who did not long survive his nuptials, and
afterwards became the wife of one Oakley, a farmer in opulent
circumstances.  That after twenty years' cohabitation with her husband,
he sustained such losses by the distemper among the cattle, as he could
not repair; and that this reverse of fortune was supposed to have
hastened his death.  That the widow, being a woman of spirit, determined
to keep up and manage the farm, with the assistance of an only son, a
very promising youth, who was already contracted in marriage with the
daughter of another wealthy farmer.  Thus the mother had a prospect of
retrieving the affairs of her family, when all her hopes were dashed and
destroyed by a ridiculous pique which Mrs. Gobble conceived against the
young farmer's sweetheart, Mrs. Susan Sedgemoor.

This young woman chancing to be at a country assembly, where the
gravedigger of the parish acted as master of the ceremonies, was called
out to dance before Miss Gobble, who happened to be there present also
with her mother.  The circumstance was construed into an unpardonable
affront by the justice's lady, who abused the director in the most
opprobrious terms for his insolence and ill manners; and retiring in a
storm of passion, vowed revenge against the saucy minx who had presumed
to vie in gentility with Miss Gobble.  The justice entered into her
resentment.  The gravedigger lost his place; and Suky's lover, young
Oakley, was pressed for a soldier.  Before his mother could take any
steps for his discharge, he was hurried away to the East Indies, by the
industry and contrivance of the justice.  Poor Suky wept and pined until
she fell into a consumption.  The forlorn widow, being thus deprived of
her son, was overwhelmed with grief to such a degree, that she could no
longer manage her concerns.  Everything went backwards; she ran in
arrears with her landlord; and the prospect of bankruptcy aggravated her
affliction, while it added to her incapacity.  In the midst of these
disastrous circumstances, news arrived that her son Greaves had lost his
life in a sea engagement with the enemy; and these tidings almost
instantly deprived her of reason.  Then the landlord seized for his rent,
and she was arrested at the suit of Justice Gobble, who had bought up one
of her debts in order to distress her, and now pretended that her madness
was feigned.

When the name of Greaves was mentioned, our adventurer started and
changed colour; and, now the story was ended, asked, with marks of eager
emotion, if the name of the woman's first husband was not Wilford.  When
the prisoner answered in the affirmative, he rose up, and striking his
breast, "Good heaven!" cried he, "the very woman who watched over my
infancy, and even nourished me with her milk!  She was my mother's humble
friend.  Alas! poor Dorothy! how would your old mistress grieve to see
her favourite in this miserable condition."  While he pronounced these
words, to the astonishment of the hearers, a tear stole softly down each
cheek.  Then he desired to know if the poor lunatic had any intervals of
reason; and was given to understand that she was always quiet, and
generally supposed to have the use of her senses, except when she was
disturbed by some extraordinary noise, or when any person touched upon
her misfortune, or mentioned the name of her oppressor, in all which
cases she started out into extravagance and frenzy.  They likewise
imputed great part of the disorder to the want of quiet, proper food, and
necessaries, with which she was but poorly supplied by the cold hand of
chance charity.  Our adventurer was exceedingly affected by the distress
of this woman, whom he resolved to relieve; and in proportion as his
commiseration was excited, his resentment rose against the miscreant, who
seemed to have insinuated himself into the commission of the peace on
purpose to harass and oppress his fellow-creatures.

Thus animated, he entered into consultation with Mr. Thomas Clarke
concerning the steps he should take, first for their deliverance, and
then for prosecuting and punishing the justice.  In result of this
conference, the knight called aloud for the jailor, and demanded to see a
copy of his commitment, that he might know the cause of his imprisonment,
and offer bail; or, in case that he should be refused, move for a writ of
Habeas Corpus.  The jailor told him the copy of the writ should be
forthcoming.  But after he had waited some time, and repeated the demand
before witnesses, it was not yet produced.  Mr. Clarke then, in a solemn
tone, gave the jailor to understand, that an officer refusing to deliver
a true copy of the commitment warrant was liable to the forfeiture of one
hundred pounds for the first offence, and for the second to a forfeiture
of twice that sum, besides being disabled from executing his office.

Indeed, it was no easy matter to comply with Sir Launcelot's demand; for
no warrant had been granted, nor was it now in the power of the justice
to remedy this defect, as Mr. Ferret had taken himself away privately,
without having communicated the name and designation of the prisoner.  A
circumstance the more mortifying to the jailor, as he perceived the
extraordinary respect which Mr. Clarke and the captain paid to the
knight, and was now fully convinced that he would be dealt with according
to law.  Disordered with these reflections, he imparted them to the
justice, who had in vain caused search to be made for Ferret, and was now
extremely well inclined to set the knight and his friends at liberty,
though he did not at all suspect the quality and importance of our
adventurer.  He could not, however, resist the temptation of displaying
the authority of his office, and therefore ordered the prisoners to be
brought before his tribunal, that, in the capacity of a magistrate, he
might give them a severe reproof, and proper caution with respect to
their future behaviour.

They were accordingly led through the street in procession, guarded by
the constable and his gang, followed by Crabshaw, who had by this time
been released from the stocks, and surrounded by a crowd of people,
attracted by curiosity.  When they arrived at the justice's house, they
were detained for some time in the passage; then a voice was heard,
commanding the constable to bring in the prisoners, and they were
introduced to the hall of audience, where Mr. Gobble sat in judgment,
with a crimson velvet night-cap on his head; and on his right hand
appeared his lady, puffed up with the pride and insolence of her
husband's office, fat, frouzy, and not over-clean, well stricken in
years, without the least vestige of an agreeable feature, having a
rubicund nose, ferret eyes, and imperious aspect.  The justice himself
was a little, affected, pert prig, who endeavoured to solemnise his
countenance by assuming an air of consequence, in which pride, impudence,
and folly were strangely blended.  He aspired at nothing so much as the
character of an able spokesman; and took all opportunities of holding
forth at vestry and quarter sessions, as well as in the administration of
his office in private.  He would not, therefore, let slip this occasion
of exciting the admiration of his hearers, and, in an authoritative tone,
thus addressed our adventurer:--

"The laws of this land has provided--I says as how provision is made by
the laws of this here land, in reverence to delinquems and malefactors,
whereby the king's peace is upholden by we magistrates, who represents
his majesty's person, better than in e'er a contagious nation under the
sun; but, howsomever, that there king's peace, and this here magistrate's
authority cannot be adequably and identically upheld, if so be as how
criminals escapes unpunished.  Now, friend, you must be confidentious in
your own mind, as you are a notorious criminal, who have trespassed again
the laws on divers occasions and importunities; if I had a mind to
exercise the rigour of the law, according to the authority wherewith I am
wested, you and your companions in iniquity would be sewerely punished by
the statue; but we magistrates has a power to litigate the sewerity of
justice, and so I am contented that you should be mercifully dealt
withal, and even dismissed."

To this harangue the knight replied, with a solemn and deliberate accent,
"If I understand your meaning aright, I am accused of being a notorious
criminal; but nevertheless you are contented to let me escape with
impunity.  If I am a notorious criminal, it is the duty of you, as a
magistrate, to bring me to condign punishment; and if you allow a
criminal to escape unpunished, you are not only unworthy of a place in
the commission, but become accessory to his guilt, and, to all intents
and purposes, socius criminis.  With respect to your proffered mercy, I
shall decline the favour; nor do I deserve any indulgence at your hands,
for, depend upon it, I shall show no mercy to you in the steps I intend
to take for bringing you to justice.  I understand that you have been
long hackneyed in the ways of oppression, and I have seen some living
monuments of your inhumanity--of that hereafter.  I myself have been
detained in prison, without cause assigned.  I have been treated with
indignity, and insulted by jailors and constables; led through the
streets like a felon, as a spectacle to the multitude; obliged to dance
attendance in your passage, and afterwards branded with the name of
notorious criminal.--I now demand to see the information in consequence
of which I was detained in prison, the copy of the warrant of commitment
or detainer, and the face of the person by whom I was accused.  I insist
upon a compliance with these demands, as the privileges of a British
subject; and if it is refused, I shall seek redress before a higher
tribunal."

The justice seemed to be not a little disturbed at this peremptory
declaration; which, however, had no other effect upon his wife, but that
of enraging her choler, and inflaming her countenance.  "Sirrah! sirrah!"
cried she, "do you dares to insult a worshipful magistrate on the bench?
--Can you deny that you are a vagram, and a dilatory sort of a person?
Han't the man with the satchel made an affidavy of it?--If I was my
husband, I'd lay you fast by the heels for your resumption, and ferk you
with a priminery into the bargain, unless you could give a better account
of yourself--I would."

Gobble, encouraged by this fillip, resumed his petulance, and proceeded
in this manner:--"Hark ye, friend, I might, as Mrs. Gobble very justly
observes, trounce you for your audacious behaviour; but I scorn to take
such advantages.  Howsomever, I shall make you give an account of
yourself and your companions; for I believes as how you are in a gang,
and all in a story, and perhaps you may be found one day in a cord.--What
are you, friend?  What is your station and degree?"--"I am a gentleman,"
replied the knight.--"Ay, that is English for a sorry fellow," said the
justice.  "Every idle vagabond, who has neither home nor habitation,
trade nor profession, designs himself a gentleman.  But I must know how
you live?"--"Upon my means."--"What are your means?"--"My estate."
"Whence does it arise?"--"From inheritance."--"Your estate lies in brass,
and that you have inherited from nature; but do you inherit lands and
tenements?"--"Yes."--"But they are neither here nor there, I doubt.
Come, come, friend, I shall bring you about presently."  Here the
examination was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Fillet the surgeon, who
chancing to pass, and seeing a crowd about the door, went in to satisfy
his curiosity.




CHAPTER TWELVE

WHICH SHOWS THERE ARE MORE WAYS TO KILL A DOG THAN HANGING.


Mr. Fillet no sooner appeared in the judgment-chamber of Justice Gobble,
than Captain Crowe, seizing him by the hand, exclaimed, "Body o' me!
Doctor, thou'rt come up in the nick of time to lend us a hand in putting
about.--We're a little in the stays here--but howsomever we've got a good
pilot, who knows the coast; and can weather the point, as the saying is.
As for the enemy's vessel, she has had a shot or two already athwart her
forefoot; the next, I do suppose, will strike the hull, and then you will
see her taken all a-back."  The doctor, who perfectly understood his
dialect, assured him he might depend upon his assistance; and, advancing
to the knight, accosted him in these words: "Sir Launcelot Greaves, your
most humble servant--when I saw a crowd at the door, I little thought of
finding you within, treated with such indignity--yet I can't help being
pleased with an opportunity of proving the esteem and veneration I have
for your person and character.--You will do me particular pleasure in
commanding my best services."

Our adventurer thanked him for this instance of his friendship, which he
told him he would use without hesitation; and desired he would procure
immediate bail for him and his two friends, who had been imprisoned
contrary to law, without any cause assigned.

During this short dialogue, the justice, who had heard of Sir Launcelot's
family and fortune, though an utter stranger to his person, was seized
with such pangs of terror and compunction, as a grovelling mind may be
supposed to have felt in such circumstances; and they seemed to produce
the same unsavoury effects that are so humorously delineated by the
inimitable Hogarth, in his print of Felix on his tribunal, done in the
Dutch style.  Nevertheless, seeing Fillet retire to execute the knight's
commands, he recollected himself so far as to tell the prisoners, there
was no occasion to give themselves any farther trouble, for he would
release them without bail or mainprise.  Then discarding all the
insolence from his features, and assuming an aspect of the most humble
adulation, he begged the knight ten thousand pardons for the freedoms he
had taken, which were entirely owing to his ignorance of Sir Launcelot's
quality.

"Yes, I'll assure you, sir," said the wife, "my husband would have bit
off his tongue rather than say black is the white of your eye, if so be
he had known your capacity.--Thank God, we have been used to deal with
gentlefolks, and many's the good pound we have lost by them; but what of
that?  Sure we know how to behave to our betters.  Mr. Gobble, thanks be
to God, can defy the whole world to prove that he ever said an uncivil
word, or did a rude thing to a gentleman, knowing him to be a person of
fortune.  Indeed, as to your poor gentry and riffraff, your tag-rag and
bob-tail, or such vulgar scoundrelly people, he has always behaved like a
magistrate, and treated them with the rigger of authority."--"In other
words," said the knight, "he has tyrannised over the poor, and connived
at the vices of the rich.  Your husband is little obliged to you for this
confession, woman."--"Woman!" cried Mrs. Gobble, impurpled with wrath,
and fixing her hands on her sides by way of defiance, "I scorn your
words.--Marry come up! woman, quotha! no more a woman than your worship."
Then bursting into tears, "Husband," continued she, "if you had the soul
of a louse, you would not suffer me to be abused at this rate; you would
not sit still on the bench, and hear your spouse called such contemptible
epitaphs.--Who cares for his title and his knightship?  You and I,
husband, knew a tailor that was made a knight; but thank God, I have
noblemen to stand by me with their privileges and beroguetifs."

At this instant Mr. Fillet returned with his friend, a practitioner in
the law, who freely offered to join in bailing our adventurer, and the
other two prisoners, for any sum that should be required.  The justice
perceiving the affair began to grow more and more serious, declared that
he would discharge the warrants and dismiss the prisoners.

Here Mr. Clarke interposing, observed, that against the knight no warrant
had been granted, nor any information sworn to; consequently, as the
justice had not complied with the form of proceeding directed by statute,
the imprisonment was coram non judice, void.  "Right, sir," said the
other lawyer; "if a justice commits a felon for trial without binding
over the prosecutor to the assizes, he shall be fined."--"And again,"
cried Clarke, "if a justice issues a warrant for commitment, where there
is no accusation, action will lie against the justice."  "Moreover,"
replied the stranger, "if a justice of peace is guilty of any
misdemeanour in his office, information lies against him in Banco Regis,
where he shall be punished by fine and imprisonment"  "And, besides,"
resumed the accurate Tom, "the same court will grant an information
against a justice of peace, on motion, for sending even a servant to the
house of correction or common jail without sufficient cause."--"True!"
exclaimed the other limb of the law, "and, for contempt of the law,
attachment may be had against justices of peace in Banco Regis.  A
justice of the peace was fined a thousand marks for corrupt practices."

With these words, advancing to Mr. Clarke, he shook him by the hand, with
the appellation of brother, saying, "I doubt the justice has got into a
cursed hovel."  Mr. Gobble himself seemed to be of the same opinion.  He
changed colour several times during the remarks which the lawyers had
made; and now, declaring that the gentlemen were at liberty, begged, in
the most humble phrase, that the company would eat a bit of mutton with
him, and after dinner the affair might be amicably compromised.

To this proposal our adventurer replied, in a grave and resolute tone,
"If your acting in the commission as a justice of the peace concerned my
own particular only, perhaps I should waive any further inquiry, and
resent your insolence no other way but by silent contempt.  If I thought
the errors of your administration proceeded from a good intention,
defeated by want of understanding, I should pity your ignorance, and, in
compassion, advise you to desist from acting a part for which you are so
ill qualified; but the preposterous conduct of such a man deeply affects
the interest of the community, especially that part of it, which, from
its helpless situation, is the more entitled to your protection and
assistance.  I am, moreover, convinced that your misconduct is not so
much the consequence of an uninformed head, as the poisonous issue of a
malignant heart, devoid of humanity, inflamed with pride, and rankling
with revenge.  The common prison of this little town is filled with the
miserable objects of your cruelty and oppression.  Instead of protecting
the helpless, restraining the hands of violence, preserving the public
tranquillity, and acting as a father to the poor, according to the intent
and meaning of that institution of which you are an unworthy member, you
have distressed the widow and the orphan, given a loose to all the
insolence of office, embroiled your neighbours by fomenting suits and
animosities, and played the tyrant among the indigent and forlorn.  You
have abused the authority with which you were invested, entailed a
reproach upon your office, and, instead of being revered as a blessing,
you are detested as a curse among your fellow-creatures.  This indeed is
generally the case of low fellows, who are thrust into the magistracy
without sentiment, education, or capacity.

"Among other instances of your iniquity, there is now in prison an
unhappy woman, infinitely your superior in the advantages of birth,
sense, and education, whom you have, even without provocation, persecuted
to ruin and distraction, after having illegally and inhumanly kidnapped
her only child, and exposed him to a violent death in a foreign land.
Ah, caitiff! if you were to forego all the comforts of life, distribute
your means among the poor, and do the severest penance that ever
priestcraft prescribed for the rest of your days, you could not atone for
the ruin of that hapless family; a family through whose sides you cruelly
and perfidiously stabbed the heart of an innocent young woman, to gratify
the pride and diabolical malice of that wretched lowbred woman, who now
sits at your right hand as the associate of power and presumption.  Oh!
if such a despicable reptile shall annoy mankind with impunity, if such a
contemptible miscreant shall have it in his power to do such deeds of
inhumanity and oppression, what avails the law?  Where is our admired
constitution, the freedom, the security of the subject, the boasted
humanity of the British nation!  Sacred Heaven! if there was no human
institution to take cognisance of such atrocious crimes, I would listen
to the dictates of eternal justice, and, arming myself with the right of
nature, exterminate such villains from the face of the earth!"

These last words he pronounced in such a strain, while his eyes lightened
with indignation, that Gobble and his wife underwent the most violent
agitation; the constable's teeth chattered in his head, the jailor
trembled, and the whole audience was overwhelmed with consternation.

After a short pause, Sir Launcelot proceeded in a milder strain: "Thank
Heaven, the laws of this country have exempted me from the disagreeable
task of such an execution.  To them we shall have immediate recourse, in
three separate actions against you for false imprisonment; and any other
person who has been injured by your arbitrary and wicked proceedings, in
me shall find a warm protector, until you shall be expunged from the
commission with disgrace, and have made such retaliation as your
circumstances will allow for the wrongs you have done the community."

In order to complete the mortification and terror of the justice, the
lawyer, whose name was Fenton, declared that, to his certain knowledge,
these actions would be reinforced with divers prosecutions for corrupt
practices, which had lain dormant until some person of courage and
influence should take the lead against Justice Gobble, who was the more
dreaded, as he acted under the patronage of Lord Sharpington.  By this
time fear had deprived the justice and his helpmate of the faculty of
speech.  They were indeed almost petrified with dismay, and made no
effort to speak, when Mr. Fillet, in the rear of the knight, as he
retired with his company, took his leave of them in these words: "And
now, Mr. Justice, to dinner with what appetite you may."

Our adventurer, though warmly invited to Mr. Fenton's house, repaired to
a public inn, where he thought he should be more at his ease, fully
determined to punish and depose Gobble from his magistracy, to effect a
general jail-delivery of all the debtors whom he had found in
confinement, and in particular to rescue poor Mrs. Oakley from the
miserable circumstances in which she was involved.

In the meantime he insisted upon entertaining his friends at dinner,
during which many sallies of sea-wit and good humour passed between
Captain Crowe and Dr. Fillet, which last had just returned from a
neighbouring village, whither he was summoned to fish a man's yard-arm,
which had snapt in the slings.  Their enjoyment, however, was suddenly
interrupted by a loud scream from the kitchen, whither Sir Launcelot
immediately sprung, with equal eagerness and agility.  There he saw the
landlady, who was a woman in years, embracing a man dressed in a sailor's
jacket, while she exclaimed, "It is thy own flesh and blood, so sure as
I'm a living soul.--Ah! poor Greaves, poor Greaves, many a poor heart has
grieved for thee!"  To this salutation the youth replied, "I'm sorry for
that, mistress.--How does poor mother? how does Suky Sedgemoor?"

The good woman of the house could not help shedding tears at these
interrogations; while Sir Launcelot, interposing, said, not without
emotion, "I perceive you are the son of Mrs. Oakley.--Your mother is in a
bad state of health, but in me you will find a real parent."  Perceiving
that the young man eyed him with astonishment, he gave him to understand
that his name was Launcelot Greaves.

Oakley no sooner heard these words pronounced, than he fell upon his
knees, and seizing the knight's hand, kissed it eagerly, crying, "God for
ever bless your honour, I am your name-son, sure enough--but what of
that?  I can earn my bread without being beholden to any man."

When the knight raised him up, he turned to the woman of the house,
saying, "I want to see mother.  I'm afraid as how times are hard with
her; and I have saved some money for her use."  This instance of filial
duty brought tears into the eyes of our adventurer, who assured him his
mother should be carefully attended, and want for nothing; but that it
would be very improper to see her at present, as the surprise might shock
her too much, considering that she believed him dead.  "Ey, indeed,"
cried the landlady, "we were all of the same opinion, being as the report
went, that poor Greaves Oakley was killed in battle."  "Lord, mistress,"
said Oakley, "there wan't a word of truth in it, I'll assure you.--What,
d'ye think I'd tell a lie about the matter?  Hurt I was, to be sure, but
that don't signify; we gave 'em as good as they brought, and so parted.--
Well, if so be I can't see mother, I'll go and have some chat with Suky.
--What d'ye look so glum for? she an't married, is she?"  "No, no,"
replied the woman, "not married, but almost heart-broken.  Since thou
wast gone she has done nothing but sighed, and wept, and pined herself
into a decay.  I'm afraid thou hast come too late to save her life."

Oakley's heart was not proof against this information.  Bursting into
tears, he exclaimed, "O my dear, sweet, gentle Suky!  Have I then lived
to be the death of her whom I loved more than the whole world?"  He would
have gone instantly to her father's house, but was restrained by the
knight and his company, who had now joined him in the kitchen.

The young man was seated at table, and gave them to understand, that the
ship to which he belonged having arrived in England, he was indulged with
a month's leave to see his relations; and that he had received about
fifty pounds in wages and prize-money.  After dinner, just as they began
to deliberate upon the measures to be taken against Gobble, that
gentleman arrived at the inn, and humbly craved admittance.  Mr. Fillet,
struck with a sudden idea, retired into another apartment with the young
farmer; while the justice, being admitted to the company, declared that
he came to propose terms of accommodation.  He accordingly offered to ask
pardon of Sir Launcelot in the public papers, and pay fifty pounds to the
poor of the parish, as an atonement for his misbehaviour, provided the
knight and his friends would grant him a general release.  Our adventurer
told him, he would willingly waive all personal concessions; but, as the
case concerned the community, he insisted upon his leaving off acting in
the commission, and making satisfaction to the parties he had injured and
oppressed.  This declaration introduced a discussion, in the course of
which the justice's petulance began to revive; when Fillet, entering the
room, told them he had a reconciling measure to propose, if Mr. Gobble
would for a few minutes withdraw.

He rose up immediately, and was shown into the room which Fillet had
prepared for his reception.  While he sat musing on this untoward
adventure, so big with disgrace and disappointment, young Oakley,
according to the instructions he had received, appeared all at once
before him, pointing to a ghastly wound, which the doctor had painted on
his forehead.  The apparition no sooner presented itself to the eyes of
Gobble, than, taking it for granted it was the spirit of the young farmer
whose death he had occasioned, he roared aloud, "Lord have mercy upon
us!" and fell insensible on the floor.  There being found by the company,
to whom Fillet had communicated his contrivance, he was conveyed to bed,
where he lay some time before he recovered the perfect use of his senses.
Then he earnestly desired to see the knight, and assured him he was ready
to comply with his terms, inasmuch as he believed he had not long to
live.  Advantage was immediately taken of this salutary disposition.  He
bound himself not to act as a justice of the peace, in any part of Great
Britain, under the penalty of five thousand pounds.  He burnt Mrs.
Oakley's note; paid the debts of the shopkeeper; undertook to compound
those of the publican, and to settle him again in business; and, finally,
discharged them all from prison, paying the dues out of his own pocket.
These steps being taken with peculiar eagerness, he was removed to his
own house, where he assured his wife he had seen a vision that
prognosticated his death; and had immediate recourse to the curate of the
parish for spiritual consolation.

The most interesting part of the task that now remained was to make the
widow Oakley acquainted with her good fortune, in such a manner as might
least disturb her spirits, already but too much discomposed.  For this
purpose they chose the landlady, who, after having received proper
directions how to regulate her conduct, visited her in person that same
evening.  Finding her quite calm, and her reflection quite restored, she
began with exhorting her to put her trust in Providence, which would
never forsake the cause of the injured widow and fatherless.  She
promised to assist and befriend her on all occasions, as far as her
abilities would reach.  She gradually turned the conversation upon the
family of the Greaves; and by degrees informed her, that Sir Launcelot,
having learned her situation, was determined to extricate her from all
her troubles.  Perceiving her astonished, and deeply affected at this
intimation, she artfully shifted the discourse, recommended resignation
to the divine will, and observed, that this circumstance seemed to be an
earnest of further happiness.

"Oh! I'm incapable of receiving more!" cried the disconsolate widow, with
streaming eyes.--"Yet I ought not to be surprised at any blessing that
flows from that quarter.  The family of Greaves were always virtuous,
humane, and benevolent.  This young gentleman's mother was my dear lady
and benefactress:--he himself was suckled at these breasts.  Oh! he was
the sweetest, comeliest, best-conditioned babe!--I loved not my own
Greaves with greater affection--but he, alas! is now no more!"  "Have
patience, good neighbour," said the landlady of the White Hart, "that
is more than you have any right to affirm--all that you know of the
matter is by common report, and common report is commonly false; besides,
I can tell you I have seen a list of the men that were killed in Admiral
P----'s ship, when he fought the French in the East Indies, and your
son was not in the number."  To this intimation she replied, after a
considerable pause, "Don't, my good neighbour, don't feed me with false
hope.--My poor Greaves too certainly perished in a foreign land--yet he
is happy;--had he lived to see me in this condition, grief would soon
have put a period to his days."  "I tell you then," cried the visitant,
"he is not dead.  I have seen a letter that mentions his being well since
the battle.  You shall come along with me--you are no longer a prisoner,
but shall live at my house comfortably, till your affairs are settled to
your wish."  The poor widow followed her in silent astonishment, and was
immediately accommodated with necessaries.

Next morning her hostess proceeded with her in the same cautious manner,
until she was assured that her son had returned.  Being duly prepared,
she was blest with a sight of poor Greaves, and fainted away in his arms.
We shall not dwell upon this tender scene, because it is but of a
secondary concern in the history of our knight-errant.  Let it suffice to
say, their mutual happiness was unspeakable.  She was afterwards visited
by Sir Launcelot, whom she no sooner beheld, than springing forwards with
all the eagerness of maternal affection, she clasped him to her breast,
crying, "My dear child! my Launcelot! my pride! my darling! my kind
benefactor!  This is not the first time I have hugged you in these arms!
Oh! you are the very image of Sir Everhard in his youth; but you have got
the eyes, the complexion, the sweetness, and complacency of my dear and
ever-honoured lady."  This was not in the strain of hireling praise; but
the genuine tribute of esteem and admiration.  As such, it could not but
be agreeable to our hero, who undertook to procure Oakley's discharge,
and settle him in a comfortable farm on his own estate.

In the meantime Greaves went with a heavy heart to the house of Farmer
Sedgemoor, where he found Suky, who had been prepared for his reception,
in a transport of joy, though very weak, and greatly emaciated.
Nevertheless, the return of her sweetheart had such an happy effect on
her constitution, that in a few weeks her health was perfectly restored.

This adventure of our knight was crowned with every happy circumstance
that could give pleasure to a generous mind.  The prisoners were
released, and reinstated in their former occupations.  The justice
performed his articles from fear; and afterwards turned over a new leaf
from remorse.  Young Oakley was married to Suky, with whom he received a
considerable portion.  The new-married couple found a farm ready stocked
for them on the knight's estate; and the mother enjoyed a happy retreat
in the character of housekeeper at Greavesbury Hall.




CHAPTER THIRTEEN

IN WHICH OUR KNIGHT IS TANTALISED WITH A TRANSIENT GLIMPSE OF FELICITY.


The success of our adventurer, which we have particularised in the last
chapter, could not fail of enhancing his character, not only among those
who knew him, but also among the people of the town to whom he was not an
utter stranger.  The populace surrounded the house, and testified their
approbation in loud huzzas.  Captain Crowe was more than ever inspired
with veneration for his admired patron, and more than ever determined to
pursue his footsteps in the road of chivalry.  Fillet and his friend the
lawyer could not help conceiving an affection, and even a profound
esteem for the exalted virtue, the person, and accomplishments of the
knight, dashed as they were with a mixture of extravagance and insanity.
Even Sir Launcelot himself was elevated to an extraordinary degree of
self-complacency on the fortunate issue of his adventure, and became more
and more persuaded that a knight-errant's profession might be exercised,
even in England, to the advantage of the community.  The only person of
the company who seemed unanimated with the general satisfaction was Mr.
Thomas Clarke.  He had, not without good reason, laid it down as a maxim,
that knight-errantry and madness were synonymous terms; and that madness,
though exhibited in the most advantageous and agreeable light, could not
change its nature, but must continue a perversion of sense to the end of
the chapter.  He perceived the additional impression which the brain of
his uncle had sustained, from the happy manner in which the benevolence
of Sir Launcelot had so lately operated; and began to fear it would be in
a little time quite necessary to have recourse to a commission of lunacy,
which might not only disgrace the family of the Crowes, but also tend to
invalidate the settlement which the captain had already made in favour of
our young lawyer.

Perplexed with these cogitations, Mr. Clarke appealed to our adventurer's
own reflection.  He expatiated upon the bad consequences that would
attend his uncle's perseverance in the execution of a scheme so foreign
to his faculties; and entreated him, for the love of God, to divert him
from his purpose, either by arguments or authority; as, of all mankind,
the knight alone had gained such an ascendency over his spirits, that he
would listen to his exhortations with respect and submission.

Our adventurer was not so mad, but that he saw and owned the rationality
of these remarks.  He readily undertook to employ all his influence with
Crowe, to dissuade him from his extravagant design; and seized the first
opportunity of being alone with the captain, to signify his sentiments on
this subject.  "Captain Crowe," said he, "you are then determined to
proceed in the course of knight-errantry?"  "I am," replied the seaman,
"with God's help, d'ye see, and the assistance of wind and weather"--
"What dost thou talk of wind and weather?" cried the knight, in an
elevated tone of affected transport; "without the help of Heaven, indeed,
we are all vanity, imbecility, weakness, and wretchedness; but if thou
art resolved to embrace the life of an errant, let me not hear thee so
much as whisper a doubt, a wish, a hope, or sentiment with respect to any
other obstacle, which wind or weather, fire or water, sword or famine,
danger or disappointment, may throw in the way of thy career.  When the
duty of thy profession calls, thou must singly rush upon innumerable
hosts of armed men.  Thou must storm the breach in the mouth of batteries
loaded with death and destruction, while, every step thou movest, thou
art exposed to the horrible explosion of subterranean mines, which, being
sprung, will whirl thee aloft in air, a mangled corse, to feed the fowls
of heaven.  Thou must leap into the abyss of dreadful caves and caverns,
replete with poisonous toads and hissing serpents; thou must plunge into
seas of burning sulphur; thou must launch upon the ocean in a crazy bark,
when the foaming billows roll mountains high--when the lightning flashes,
the thunder roars, and the howling tempest blows, as if it would commix
the jarring elements of air and water, earth and fire, and reduce all
nature to the original anarchy of chaos.  Thus involved, thou must turn
thy prow full against the fury of the storm, and stem the boisterous
surge to thy destined port, though at the distance of a thousand leagues;
thou must"----

"Avast, avast, brother," exclaimed the impatient Crowe, "you've got into
the high latitudes, d'ye see.  If so be as you spank it away at that
rate, adad, I can't continue in tow--we must cast off the rope, or 'ware
timbers.  As for your 'osts and breeches, and hurling aloft, d'ye see--
your caves and caverns, whistling tuods and serpents, burning brimstone
and foaming billows, we must take our hap--I value 'em not a rotten
ratline; but as for sailing in the wind's eye, brother, you must give me
leave--no offence, I hope--I pretend to be a thoroughbred seaman, d'ye
see--and I'll be d--ned if you, or e'er an arrant that broke biscuit,
ever sailed in a three-mast vessel within five points of the wind,
allowing for variation and lee-way.  No, no, brother, none of your tricks
upon travellers--I an't now to learn my compass."  "Tricks!" cried the
knight, starting up, and laying his hand on the pummel of his sword,
"what! suspect my honour?"

Crowe, supposing him to be really incensed, interrupted him with great
earnestness, saying, "Nay, don't--what apize!--adds-buntlines!--I didn't
go to give you the lie, brother, smite my limbs; I only said as how to
sail in the wind's eye was impossible."  "And I say unto thee," resumed
the knight, "nothing is impossible to a true knight-errant, inspired and
animated by love."  "And I say unto thee," hallooed Crowe, "if so be as
how love pretends to turn his hawse-holes to the wind, he's no seaman,
d'ye see, but a snotty-nosed lubberly boy, that knows not a cat from a
capstan--a don't."

"He that does not believe that love is an infallible pilot, must not
embark upon the voyage of chivalry; for, next to the protection of
Heaven, it is from love that the knight derives all his prowess and
glory.  The bare name of his mistress invigorates his arm; the
remembrance of her beauty infuses into his breast the most heroic
sentiments of courage, while the idea of her chastity hedges him round
like a charm, and renders him invulnerable to the sword of his
antagonist.  A knight without a mistress is a mere nonentity, or, at
least, a monster in nature--a pilot without a compass, a ship without
rudder, and must be driven to and fro upon the waves of discomfiture and
disgrace."

"An that be all," replied the sailor, "I told you before as how I've got
a sweetheart, as true a hearted girl as ever swung in canvas.  What thof
she may have started a hoop in rolling, that signifies nothing; I'll
warrant her tight as a nut-shell."

"She must, in your opinion, be a paragon either of beauty or virtue.
Now, as you have given up the last, you must uphold her charms
unequalled, and her person without a parallel."  "I do, I do uphold she
will sail upon a parallel as well as e'er a frigate that was rigged to
the northward of fifty."

"At that rate, she must rival the attractions of her whom I adore; but
that I say is impossible.  The perfections of my Aurelia are altogether
supernatural; and as two suns cannot shine together in the same sphere
with equal splendour, so I affirm, and will prove with my body, that your
mistress, in comparison with mine, is as a glow-worm to the meridian sun,
a rushlight to the full moon, or a stale mackerel's eye to a pearl of
orient."  "Harkee, brother, you might give good words, however.  An we
once fall a-jawing, d'ye see, I can heave out as much bilgewater as
another; and since you besmear my sweetheart, Besselia, I can as well
bedaub your mistress Aurelia, whom I value no more than old junk, pork
slush, or stinking stock-fish."

"Enough, enough!--such blasphemy shall not pass unchastised.  In
consideration of our having fed from the same table, and maintained
together a friendly, though short intercourse, I will not demand the
combat before you are duly prepared.  Proceed to the first great town,
where you can be furnished with horse and harnessing, with arms offensive
and defensive; provide a trusty squire, assume a motto and device,
declare yourself a son of chivalry, and proclaim the excellence of her
who rules your heart.  I shall fetch a compass; and wheresoever we may
chance to meet, let us engage with equal arms in mortal combat, that
shall decide and determine this dispute."

So saying, our adventurer stalked with great solemnity into another
apartment; while Crowe, being sufficiently irritated, snapped his fingers
in token of defiance.  Honest Crowe thought himself scurvily used by a
man whom he had cultivated with such humility and veneration; and, after
an incoherent ejaculation of sea oaths, went in quest of his nephew, in
order to make him acquainted with this unlucky transaction.

In the meantime, Sir Launcelot, having ordered supper, retired into his
own chamber, and gave a loose to the most tender emotions of his heart.
He recollected all the fond ideas which had been excited in the course of
his correspondence with the charming Aurelia.  He remembered, with
horror, the cruel letter he had received from that young lady, containing
a formal renunciation of his attachment, so unsuitable to the whole tenor
of her character and conduct.  He revolved the late adventure of the
coach, and the declaration of Mr. Clarke, with equal eagerness and
astonishment; and was seized with the most ardent desire of unravelling a
mystery so interesting to the predominant passion of his heart.  All
these mingled considerations produced a kind of ferment in the economy of
his mind, which subsided into a profound reverie, compounded of hope and
perplexity.

From this trance he was waked by the arrival of his squire, who entered
the room with the blood trickling over his nose, and stood before him
without speaking.  When the knight asked whose livery was that he wore?
he replied, "'T is your honour's own livery; I received it on your
account, and hope as you will quit the score."  Then he proceeded to
inform his master, that two officers of the army having come into the
kitchen, insisted upon having for their supper the victuals which Sir
Launcelot had bespoke; and that he, the squire, objecting to the
proposal, one of them had seized the poker, and basted him with his own
blood; that when he told them he belonged to a knight-errant, and
threatened them with the vengeance of his master, they cursed and abused
him, calling him Sancho Panza, and such dog's names; and bade him tell
his master, Don Quicksot, that, if he made any noise, they would confine
him to his cage, and lie with his mistress, Dulcinea.  "To be sure, sir,"
said he, "they thought you as great a nincompoop as your squire-trimtram,
like master, like man; but I hope as how you will give them a Rowland for
their Oliver."

"Miscreant!" cried the knight, "you have provoked the gentlemen with your
impertinence, and they have chastised you as you deserve.  I tell thee,
Crabshaw, they have saved me the trouble of punishing thee with my own
hands; and well it is for thee, sinner as thou art, that they themselves
have performed the office, for, had they complained to me of thy
insolence and rusticity, by Heaven!  I would have made thee an example to
all the impudent squires upon the face of the earth.  Hence, then!
avaunt, caitiff! let his majesty's officers, who perhaps are fatigued
with hard duty in the service of their country, comfort themselves with
the supper which was intended for me, and leave me undisturbed to my own
meditations."

Timothy did not require a repetition of this command, which he forthwith
obeyed, growling within himself, that thenceforward he should let every
cuckold wear his own horns; but he could not help entertaining some
doubts with respect to the courage of his master, who, he supposed, was
one of those hectors who have their fighting days, but are not at all
times equally prepared for the combat.

The knight having taken a slight repast, retired to his repose, and had
for some time enjoyed a very agreeable slumber, when he was startled by a
knocking at his chamber door.  "I beg your honour's pardon," said the
landlady, "but there are two uncivil persons in the kitchen who have
well-nigh turned my whole house topsy-turvy.  Not content with laying
violent hands on your honour's supper, they want to be rude to two young
ladies who are just arrived, and have called for a post-chaise to go on.
They are afraid to open their chamber door to get out, and the young
lawyer is like to be murdered for taking the ladies' part."

Sir Launcelot, though he refused to take notice of the insult which had
been offered to himself, no sooner heard of the distress of the ladies
than he started up, huddled on his clothes, and girding his sword to his
loins, advanced with a deliberate pace to the kitchen, where he perceived
Thomas Clarke warmly engaged in altercation with a couple of young men
dressed in regimentals, who, with a peculiar air of arrogance and
ferocity, treated him with great insolence and contempt.  Tom was
endeavouring to persuade them, that, in the constitution of England, the
military was always subservient to the civil power, and that their
behaviour to a couple of helpless young women was not only unbecoming
gentlemen, but expressly contrary to the law, inasmuch as they might be
sued for an assault on an action of damages.

To this remonstrance the two heroes in red replied by a volley of
dreadful oaths, intermingled with threats, which put the lawyer in some
pain for his ears.

While one thus endeavoured to intimidate honest Tom Clarke, the other
thundered at the door of the apartment to which the ladies had retired,
demanding admittance, but received no other answer than a loud shriek.
Our adventurer advancing to this uncivil champion, accosted him thus, in
a grave and solemn tone: "Assuredly I could not have believed, except
upon the evidence of my own senses, that persons who have the appearance
of gentlemen, and bear his majesty's honourable commission in the army,
could behave so wide of the decorum due to society, of a proper respect
to the laws, of that humanity which we owe to our fellow-creatures, and
that delicate regard for the fair sex which ought to prevail in the
breast of every gentleman, and which in particular dignifies the
character of a soldier.  To whom shall that weaker, though more amiable
part of the creation, fly for protection, if they are insulted and
outraged by those whose more immediate duty it is to afford them security
and defence from injury and violence?  What right have you, or any man
upon earth, to excite riot in a public inn, which may be deemed a temple
sacred to hospitality; to disturb the quiet of your fellow-guests, some
of them perhaps exhausted by fatigue, some of them invaded by distemper;
to interrupt the king's lieges in their course of journeying upon their
lawful occasions?  Above all, what motive but wanton barbarity could
prompt you to violate the apartment, and terrify the tender hearts of two
helpless young ladies, travelling, no doubt, upon some cruel emergency,
which compels them, unattended, to encounter in the night the dangers of
the highway?"

"Hearkye, Don Bethlem," said the captain, strutting up, and cocking
his hat in the face of our adventurer, "you may be mad as ever a
straw-crowned monarch in Moorfields, for aught I care, but damme! don't
you be saucy, otherwise I shall dub your worship with a good stick across
your shoulders."  "How! petulant boy," cried the knight, "since you are
so ignorant of urbanity, I will give you a lesson that you shall not
easily forget."  So saying, he unsheathed his sword, and called upon the
soldier to draw in his defence.

The reader may have seen the physiognomy of a stockholder at Jonathan's
when the rebels were at Derby, or the features of a bard when accosted by
a bailiff, or the countenance of an alderman when his banker stops
payment; if he has seen either of these phenomena, he may conceive the
appearance that was now exhibited by the visage of the ferocious captain,
when the naked sword of Sir Launcelot glanced before his eyes; far from
attempting to produce his own, which was of unconscionable length, he
stood motionless as a statue, staring with the most ghastly look of
terror and astonishment.  His companion, who partook of his panic, seeing
matters brought to a very serious crisis, interposed with a crest-fallen
countenance, assuring Sir Launcelot they had no intention to quarrel, and
what they had done was entirely for the sake of the frolic.

"By such frolics," cried the knight, "you become nuisances to society,
bring yourselves into contempt, and disgrace the corps to which you
belong.  I now perceive the truth of the observation, that cruelty always
resides with cowardice.  My contempt is changed into compassion, and as
you are probably of good families, I must insist upon this young man's
drawing his sword, and acquitting himself in such a manner as may screen
him from the most infamous censure which an officer can undergo."
"Lack-a-day, sir," said the other, "we are no officers, but prentices
to two London haberdashers, travellers for orders; Captain is a good
travelling name, and we have dressed ourselves like officers to procure
more respect upon the road."

The knight said he was very glad, for the honour of the service, to find
they were impostors, though they deserved to be chastised for arrogating
to themselves an honourable character which they had not spirit to
sustain.

These words were scarce pronounced, when Mr. Clarke approaching one of
the bravadoes, who had threatened to crop his ears, bestowed such a
benediction on his jaw, as he could not receive without immediate
humiliation; while Timothy Crabshaw, smarting from his broken head and
his want of supper, saluted the other with a Yorkshire hug, that laid him
across the body of his companion.  In a word, the two pseudo-officers
were very roughly handled, for their presumption in pretending to act
characters for which they were so ill qualified.

While Clarke and Crabshaw were thus laudably employed, the two young
ladies passed through the kitchen so suddenly, that the knight had only a
transient glimpse of their backs, and they disappeared before he could
possibly make a tender of his services.  The truth is, they dreaded
nothing so much as their being discovered, and took the first opportunity
of gliding into the chaise, which had been for some time waiting in the
passage.

Mr. Clarke was much more disconcerted than our adventurer by their
sudden escape.  He ran with great eagerness to the door, and, perceiving
they were flown, returned to Sir Launcelot, saying, "Lord bless my soul,
sir, didn't you see who it was?"  "Ha! how!" exclaimed the knight,
reddening with alarm, "who was it?"  "One of them," replied the lawyer,
"was Dolly, our old landlady's daughter at the Black Lion.  I knew her
when first she 'lighted, notwithstanding her being neatly dressed in a
green joseph, which, I'll assure you, sir, becomes her remarkably well.
--I'd never desire to see a prettier creature.  As for the other, she's a
very genteel woman, but whether old or young, ugly or handsome, I can't
pretend to say, for she was masked.  I had just time to salute Dolly, and
ask a few questions; but all she could tell me was, that the masked
lady's name was Miss Meadows; and that she, Dolly, was hired as her
waiting-woman."

When the name of Meadows was mentioned, Sir Launcelot, whose spirits had
been in violent commotion, became suddenly calm and serene, and he began
to communicate to Clarke the dialogue which had passed between him and
Captain Crowe, when the hostess, addressing herself to our errant,
"Well," said she, "I have had the honour to accommodate many ladies of
the first fashion at the White Hart, both young and old, proud and lowly,
ordinary and handsome; but such a miracle as Miss Meadows I never yet did
see.--Lord, let me never thrive but I think she is of something more than
a human creature!--Oh! had your honour but set eyes on her, you would
have said it was a vision from heaven, a cherubim of beauty:--For my
part, I can hardly think it was anything but a dream--then so meek, so
mild, so good-natured and generous!  I say, blessed is the young woman
who tends upon such a heavenly creature:--And, poor dear young lady! she
seems to be under grief and affliction, for the tears stole down her
lovely cheeks, and looked for all the world like orient pearl."

Sir Launcelot listened attentively to the description, which reminded him
of his dear Aurelia, and sighing bitterly, withdrew to his own apartment.




CHAPTER FOURTEEN

WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN CANNOT ALWAYS SIP, WHEN THE CUP IS AT HIS LIP.


Those who have felt the doubts, the jealousies, the resentments, the
humiliations, the hopes, the despair, the impatience, and, in a word, the
infinite disquiets of love, will be able to conceive the sea of agitation
on which our adventurer was tossed all night long, without repose or
intermission.  Sometimes he resolved to employ all his industry and
address in discovering the place in which Aurelia was sequestered, that
he might rescue her from the supposed restraint to which she had been
subjected.  But when his heart beat high with the anticipation of this
exploit, he was suddenly invaded, and all his ardour checked, by the
remembrance of that fatal letter, written and signed by her own hand,
which had divorced him from all hope, and first unsettled his
understanding.  The emotions waked by this remembrance were so strong,
that he leaped from the bed, and the fire being still burning in the
chimney, lighted a candle, that he might once more banquet his spleen by
reading the original billet, which, together with the ring he had
received from Miss Darnel's mother, he kept in a small box, carefully
deposited within his portmanteau.  This being instantly unlocked, he
unfolded the paper, and recited the contents in these words:--

"SIR,--Obliged as I am by the passion you profess, and the eagerness with
which you endeavour to give me the most convincing proof of your regard,
I feel some reluctance in making you acquainted with a circumstance,
which, in all probability, you will not learn without some disquiet.  But
the affair is become so interesting, I am compelled to tell you, that
however agreeable your proposals may have been to those whom I thought it
my duty to please by every reasonable concession, and howsoever you may
have been flattered by the seeming complacency with which I have heard
your addresses, I now find it absolutely necessary to speak in a decisive
strain, to assure you, that, without sacrificing my own peace, I cannot
admit a continuation of your correspondence; and that your regard for me
will be best shown by your desisting from a pursuit which is altogether
inconsistent with the happiness of                 AURELIA DARNEL."

Having pronounced aloud the words that composed this dismission, he
hastily replaced the cruel scroll, and being too well acquainted with the
hand to harbour the least doubt of its being genuine, threw himself into
his bed in a transport of despair, mingled with resentment, during the
predominancy of which he determined to proceed in the career of
adventure, and endeavour to forget the unkindness of his mistress amidst
the avocations of knight-errantry.

Such was the resolution that governed his thoughts, when he rose in the
morning, ordered Crabshaw to saddle Bronzomarte, and demanded a bill of
his expense.  Before these orders could be executed, the good woman of
the house entering his apartment, told him, with marks of concern, that
the poor young lady, Miss Meadows, had dropped her pocket-book in the
next chamber, where it was found by the hostess, who now presented it
unopened.

Our knight having called in Mrs. Oakley and her son as witnesses,
unfolded the book without reading one syllable of the contents, and found
in it five banknotes, amounting to two hundred and thirty pounds.
Perceiving at once the loss of this treasure might be attended with the
most embarrassing consequences to the owner, and reflecting that this was
a case which demanded the immediate interposition and assistance of
chivalry, he declared that he himself would convey it safely into the
hands of Miss Meadows; and desired to know the road she had pursued, that
he might set out in quest of her without a moment's delay.  It was not
without some difficulty that this information was obtained from the
postboy, who had been enjoined to secrecy by the lady, and even gratified
with a handsome reward for his promised discretion.  The same method was
used to make him disgorge his trust; he undertook to conduct Sir
Launcelot, who hired a post-chaise for despatch, and immediately
departed, after having directed his squire to follow his track with the
horses.

Yet, whatever haste he made, it is absolutely necessary, for the reader's
satisfaction, that we should outstrip the chaise, and visit the ladies
before his arrival.  We shall therefore, without circumlocution, premise,
that Miss Meadows was no other than that paragon of beauty and goodness,
the all-accomplished Miss Aurelia Darnel.  She had, with that meekness of
resignation peculiar to herself, for some years, submitted to every
species of oppression which her uncle's tyranny of disposition could
plan, and his unlimited power of guardianship execute, till at length it
rose to such a pitch of despotism as she could not endure.  He had
projected a match between his niece and one Philip Sycamore, Esq., a
young man who possessed a pretty considerable estate in the north
country; who liked Aurelia's person, but was enamoured of her fortune,
and had offered to purchase Anthony's interest and alliance with certain
concessions, which could not but be agreeable to a man of loose
principles, who would have found it a difficult task to settle the
accounts of his wardship.

According to the present estimate of matrimonial felicity, Sycamore might
have found admittance as a future son-in-law to any private family of
the kingdom.  He was by birth a gentleman, tall, straight, and muscular,
with a fair, sleek, unmeaning face, that promised more simplicity than
ill-nature.  His education had not been neglected, and he inherited an
estate of five thousand a year.  Miss Darnel, however, had penetration
enough to discover and despise him, as a strange composition of rapacity
and profusion, absurdity and good sense, bashfulness and impudence,
self-conceit and diffidence, awkwardness and ostentation, insolence and
good-nature, rashness and timidity.  He was continually surrounded and
preyed upon by certain vermin called Led Captains and Buffoons, who
showed him in leading-strings like a sucking giant, rifled his pockets
without ceremony, ridiculed him to his face, traduced his character, and
exposed him in a thousand ludicrous attitudes for the diversion of the
public; while at the same time he knew their knavery, saw their drift,
detested their morals, and despised their understanding.  He was so
infatuated by indolence of thought, and communication with folly, that he
would have rather suffered himself to be led into a ditch with company,
than be at the pains of going over a bridge alone; and involved himself
in a thousand difficulties, the natural consequences of an error in the
first concoction, which, though he plainly saw it, he had not resolution
enough to avoid.

Such was the character of Squire Sycamore, who professed himself the
rival of Sir Launcelot Greaves in the good graces of Miss Aurelia Darnel.
He had in this pursuit persevered with more constancy and fortitude than
he ever exerted in any other instance.  Being generally needy from
extravagance, he was stimulated by his wants, and animated by his vanity,
which was artfully instigated by his followers, who hoped to share the
spoils of his success.  These motives were reinforced by the incessant
and eager exhortations of Anthony Darnel, who seeing his ward in the last
year of her minority, thought there was no time to be lost in securing
his own indemnification, and snatching his niece for ever from the hopes
of Sir Launcelot, whom he now hated with redoubled animosity.  Finding
Aurelia deaf to all his remonstrances, proof against ill usage, and
resolutely averse to the proposed union with Sycamore, he endeavoured to
detach her thoughts from Sir Launcelot, by forging tales to the prejudice
of his constancy and moral character; and, finally, by recapitulating the
proofs and instances of his distraction, which he particularised with the
most malicious exaggerations.

In spite of all his arts, he found it impracticable to surmount her
objections to the proposed alliance, and therefore changed his battery.
Instead of transferring her to the arms of his friend, he resolved to
detain her in his own power by a legal claim, which would invest him with
the uncontrolled management of her affairs.  This was a charge of lunacy,
in consequence of which he hoped to obtain a commission, to secure a jury
to his wish, and be appointed sole committee of her person, as well as
steward on her estate, of which he would then be heir-apparent.

As the first steps towards the execution of this honest scheme, he had
subjected Aurelia to the superintendency and direction of an old duenna,
who had been formerly the procuress of his pleasures; and hired a new set
of servants, who were given to understand, at their first admission, that
the young lady was disordered in her brain.

An impression of this nature is easily preserved among servants, when the
master of the family thinks his interest is concerned in supporting the
imposture.  The melancholy produced from her confinement, and the
vivacity of her resentment under ill usage, were, by the address of
Anthony, and the prepossession of his domestics, perverted into the
effects of insanity; and the same interpretation was strained upon her
most indifferent words and actions.

The tidings of Miss Darnel's disorder was carefully circulated in
whispers, and soon reached the ears of Mr. Sycamore, who was not at all
pleased with the information.  From his knowledge of Anthony's
disposition, he suspected the truth of the report; and, unwilling to see
such a prize ravished as it were from his grasp, he, with the advice and
assistance of his myrmidons, resolved to set the captive at liberty, in
full hope of turning the adventure to his own advantage; for he argued in
this manner:--"If she is in fact compos mentis, her gratitude will
operate in my behalf, and even prudence will advise her to embrace the
proffered asylum from the villany of her uncle.  If she is really
disordered, it will be no great difficulty to deceive her into marriage,
and then I become her trustee of course."

The plan was well conceived, but Sycamore had not discretion enough to
keep his own counsel.  From weakness and vanity, he blabbed the design,
which in a little time was communicated to Anthony Darnel, and he took
his precautions accordingly.  Being infirm in his own person, and
consequently unfit for opposing the violence of some desperadoes, whom he
knew to be the satellites of Sycamore, he prepared a private retreat for
his ward at the house of an old gentleman, the companion of his youth,
whom he had imposed upon with the fiction of her being disordered in her
understanding, and amused with a story of a dangerous design upon her
person.  Thus cautioned and instructed, the gentleman had gone with his
own coach and servants to receive Aurelia and her governante at a third
house, to which she had been privately removed from her uncle's
habitation; and in this journey it was that she had been so accidentally
protected from the violence of the robbers by the interposition and
prowess of our adventurer.

As he did not wear his helmet in that exploit, she recognised his
features as he passed the coach, and, struck with the apparition,
shrieked aloud.  She had been assured by her guardian that his design was
to convey her to her own house; but perceiving in the sequel that the
carriage struck off upon a different road, and finding herself in the
hands of strangers, she began to dread a much more disagreeable fate, and
conceived doubts and ideas that filled her tender heart with horror and
affliction.  When she expostulated with the duenna, she was treated like
a changeling, admonished to be quiet, and reminded that she was under the
direction of those who would manage her with a tender regard to her own
welfare, and the honour of her family.  When she addressed herself to the
old gentleman, who was not much subject to the emotions of humanity, and
besides firmly persuaded that she was deprived of her reason, he made no
answer, but laid his finger on his mouth by way of enjoining silence.

This mysterious behaviour aggravated the fears of the poor hapless young
lady; and her terrors waxed so strong, that when she saw Tom Clarke,
whose face she knew, she called aloud for assistance, and even pronounced
the name of his patron Sir Launcelot Greaves, which she imagined might
stimulate him the more to attempt something for her deliverance.

The reader has already been informed in what manner the endeavours of Tom
and his uncle miscarried.  Miss Darnel's new keeper having in the course
of his journey halted for refreshment at the Black Lion, of which being
landlord, he believed the good woman and her family were entirely devoted
to his will and pleasure, Aurelia found an opportunity of speaking in
private to Dolly, who had a very prepossessing appearance.  She conveyed
a purse of money into the hands of this young woman, telling her, while
the tears trickled down her cheeks, that she was a young lady of fortune,
in danger, as she apprehended, of assassination.  This hint, which she
communicated in a whisper while the governante stood at the other end of
the room, was sufficient to interest the compassionate Dolly in her
behalf.  As soon as the coach departed, she made her mother acquainted
with the transaction; and as they naturally concluded that the young lady
expected their assistance, they resolved to approve themselves worthy of
her confidence.

Dolly having enlisted in their design a trusty countryman, one of her own
professed admirers, they set out together for the house of the gentleman
in which the fair prisoner was confined, and waited for her in secret at
the end of a pleasant park, in which they naturally concluded she might
be indulged with the privilege of taking the air.  The event justified
their conception; on the very first day of their watch they saw her
approach, accompanied by her duenna.  Dolly and her attendant immediately
tied their horses to a stake, and retired into a thicket, which Aurelia
did not fail to enter.  Dolly forthwith appeared, and, taking her by the
hand, led her to the horses, one of which she mounted in the utmost hurry
and trepidation, while the countryman bound the duenna with a cord
prepared for the purpose, gagged her mouth, and tied her to a tree,
where he left her to her own meditations.  Then he mounted before Dolly,
and through unfrequented paths conducted his charge to an inn on the
post-road, where a chaise was ready for their reception.

As he refused to proceed farther, lest his absence from his own home
should create suspicion, Aurelia rewarded him liberally, but would not
part with her faithful Dolly, who indeed had no inclination to be
discharged; such an affection and attachment had she already acquired for
the amiable fugitive, though she knew neither her story nor her true
name.  Aurelia thought proper to conceal both, and assumed the fictitious
appellation of Meadows, until she should be better acquainted with the
disposition and discretion of her new attendant.

The first resolution she could take, in the present flutter of her
spirits, was to make the best of her way to London, where she thought she
might find an asylum in the house of a female relation, married to an
eminent physician, known by the name of Kawdle.  In the execution of this
hasty resolve, she travelled at a violent rate, from stage to stage, in a
carriage drawn by four horses, without halting for necessary refreshment
or repose, until she judged herself out of danger of being overtaken.  As
she appeared overwhelmed with grief and consternation, the good-natured
Dolly endeavoured to alleviate her distress with diverting discourse,
and, among other less interesting stories, entertained her with the
adventures of Sir Launcelot and Captain Crowe, which she had seen and
heard recited while they remained at the Black Lion; nor did she fail to
introduce Mr. Thomas Clarke in her narrative, with such a favourable
representation of his person and character, as plainly discovered that
her own heart had received a rude shock from the irresistible force of
his qualifications.

The history of Sir Launcelot Greaves was a theme which effectually fixed
the attention of Aurelia, distracted as her ideas must have been by the
circumstances of her present situation.  The particulars of his conduct
since the correspondence between him and her had ceased, she heard with
equal concern and astonishment; for, how far soever she deemed herself
detached from all possibility of future connexion with that young
gentleman, she was not made of such indifferent stuff as to learn without
emotion the calamitous disorder of an accomplished youth, whose
extraordinary virtues she could not but revere.

As they had deviated from the post-road, taken precautions to conceal
their route, and made such progress, that they were now within one day's
journey of London, the careful and affectionate Dolly, seeing her dear
lady quite exhausted with fatigue, used all her natural rhetoric, which
was very powerful, mingled with tears that flowed from the heart, in
persuading Aurelia to enjoy some repose; and so far she succeeded in the
attempt, that for one night the toil of travelling was intermitted.  This
recess from incredible fatigue was a pause that afforded our adventurer
time to overtake them before they reached the metropolis, that vast
labyrinth, in which Aurelia might have been for ever lost to his inquiry.

It was in the afternoon of the day which succeeded his departure from the
White Hart, that Sir Launcelot arrived at the inn, where Miss Aurelia
Darnel had bespoke a dish of tea, and a post-chaise for the next stage.
He had by inquiry traced her a considerable way, without ever dreaming
who the person really was whom he thus pursued, and now he desired to
speak with her attendant.  Dolly was not a little surprised to see Sir
Launcelot Greaves, of whose character she had conceived a very sublime
idea from the narrative of Mr. Thomas Clarke; but she was still more
surprised when he gave her to understand that he had charged himself with
a pocket-book, containing the bank-notes which Miss Meadows had dropped
in the house where they had been threatened with insult.  Miss Darnel had
not yet discovered her disaster, when her attendant, running into the
apartment, presented the prize which she had received from our
adventurer, with his compliments to Miss Meadows, implying a request to
be admitted into her presence, that he might make a personal tender of
his best services.

It is not to be supposed that the amiable Aurelia heard unmoved such a
message from a person, whom her maid discovered to be the identical Sir
Launcelot Greaves, whose story she had so lately related; but as the
ensuing scene requires fresh attention in the reader, we shall defer it
till another opportunity, when his spirits shall be recruited from the
fatigue of this chapter.




CHAPTER FIFTEEN

EXHIBITING AN INTERVIEW, WHICH, IT IS TO BE HOPED, WILL INTEREST THE
CURIOSITY OF THE READER.


The mind of the delicate Aurelia was strangely agitated by the
intelligence which she received with her pocket-book from Dolly.
Confounded as she was by the nature of her situation, she at once
perceived that she could not, with any regard to the dictates of
gratitude, refuse complying with the request of Sir Launcelot; but, in
the first hurry of her emotion, she directed Dolly to beg, in her name,
that she might be excused for wearing a mask at the interview which he
desired, as she had particular reasons, which concerned her peace, for
retaining that disguise.  Our adventurer submitted to this preliminary
with a good grace, as he had nothing in view but the injunction of his
order, and the duties of humanity; and he was admitted without further
preamble.

When he entered the room, he could not help being struck with the
presence of Aurelia.  Her stature was improved since he had seen her; her
shape was exquisitely formed; and she received him with an air of
dignity, which impressed him with a very sublime idea of her person and
character.  She was no less affected at the sight of our adventurer, who,
though cased in armour, appeared with his head uncovered; and the
exercise of travelling had thrown such a glow of health and vivacity on
his features, which were naturally elegant and expressive, that we will
venture to say, there was not in all England a couple that excelled this
amiable pair in personal beauty and accomplishments.  Aurelia shone with
all the fabled graces of nymph or goddess; and to Sir Launcelot might be
applied what the divine poet Ariosto says of the Prince Zerbino:

     Natura il fece e poi ruppe la stampa
     When Nature stamp'd him, she the die destroy'd.

Our adventurer having made his obeisance to this supposed Miss Meadows,
told her, with an air of pleasantry, that although he thought himself
highly honoured in being admitted to her presence, and allowed to pay his
respects to her, as superior beings are adored, unseen; yet his pleasure
would receive a very considerable addition, if she would be pleased to
withdraw that invidious veil, that he might have a glimpse of the
divinity which it concealed.  Aurelia immediately took off her mask,
saying with a faltering accent, "I cannot be so ungrateful as to deny
such a small favour to a gentleman who has laid me under the most
important obligations."

The unexpected apparition of Miss Aurelia Darnel, beaming with all the
emanations of ripened beauty, blushing with all the graces of the most
lovely confusion, could not but produce a violent effect upon the mind of
Sir Launcelot Greaves.  He was, indeed, overwhelmed with a mingled
transport of astonishment, admiration, affection, and awe.  The colour
vanished from his cheeks, and he stood gazing upon her, in silence, with
the most emphatic expression of countenance.

Aurelia was infected by his disorder.  She began to tremble, and the
roses fluctuated on her face.  "I cannot forget," said she, "that I owe
my life to the courage and humanity of Sir Launcelot Greaves, and that he
at the same time rescued from the most dreadful death a dear and
venerable parent."--"Would to Heaven she still survived!" cried our
adventurer, with great emotion.  "She was the friend of my youth, the
kind patroness of my felicity!  My guardian angel forsook me when she
expired!  Her last injunctions are deep engraver on my heart!"

While he pronounced these words, she lifted her handkerchief to her fair
eyes, and, after some pause, proceeded in a tremulous tone, "I hope, sir,
--I hope you have--I should be sorry--Pardon me, sir, I cannot reflect
upon such an interesting subject unmoved"--Here she fetched a deep sigh,
that was accompanied by a flood of tears; while the knight continued to
bend his eyes upon her with the utmost eagerness of attention.

Having recollected herself a little, she endeavoured to shift the
conversation: "You have been abroad since I had the pleasure to see you
--I hope you were agreeably amused in your travels."--"No, madam," said
our hero, drooping his head; "I have been unfortunate."  When she, with
the most enchanting sweetness of benevolence, expressed her concern to
hear he had been unhappy, and her hope that his misfortunes were not past
remedy; he lifted up his eyes, and fixing them upon her again, with a
look of tender dejection, "Cut off," said he, "from the possession of
what my soul held most dear, I wished for death, and was visited by
distraction.  I have been abandoned by my reason--my youth is for ever
blasted."

The tender heart of Aurelia could bear no more--her knees began to
totter, the lustre vanished from her eyes, and she fainted in the arms of
her attendant.  Sir Launcelot, aroused by this circumstance, assisted
Dolly in seating her mistress on a couch, where she soon recovered, and
saw the knight on his knees before her.  "I am still happy," said he, "in
being able to move your compassion, though I have been held unworthy of
your esteem."--"Do me justice," she replied; "my best esteem has been
always inseparably connected with the character of Sir Launcelot
Greaves."--"Is it possible?" cried our hero; "then surely I have no
reason to complain.  If I have moved your compassion, and possess your
esteem, I am but one degree short of supreme happiness--that, however, is
a gigantic step.  O Miss Darnel! when I remember that dear, that
melancholy moment."--So saying he gently touched her hand, in order to
press it to his lips, and perceived on her finger the very individual
ring which he had presented in her mother's presence, as an interchanged
testimony of plighted faith.  Starting at the well-known object, the
sight of which conjured up a strange confusion of ideas, "This," said he,
"was once the pledge of something still more cordial than esteem."
Aurelia, blushing at this remark, while her eyes lightened with unusual
vivacity, replied, in a severer tone, "Sir, you best know how it lost its
original signification."--"By Heaven! I do not, madam!" exclaimed our
adventurer.  "With me it was ever held a sacred idea throned within my
heart, cherished with such fervency of regard, with such reverence of
affection, as the devout anchorite more unreasonably pays to those
sainted reliques that constitute the object of his adoration."--"And,
like those reliques," answered Miss Darnel, "I have been insensible of my
votary's devotion.  A saint I must have been, or something more, to know
the sentiments of your heart by inspiration."

"Did I forbear," said he, "to express, to repeat, to enforce the dictates
of the purest passion that ever warmed the human breast, until I was
denied access, and formally discarded by that cruel dismission?"--"I must
beg your pardon, sir," cried Aurelia, interrupting him hastily, "I know
not what you mean."--"That fatal sentence," said he, "if not pronounced
by your own lips, at least written by your own fair hand, which drove me
out an exile for ever from the paradise of your affection."--"I would
not," she replied, "do Sir Launcelot Greaves the injury to suppose him
capable of imposition; but you talk of things to which I am an utter
stranger.  I have a right, sir, to demand of your honour, that you will
not impute to me your breaking off a connexion, which--I would--rather
wish--had never"----"Heaven and earth! what do I hear?" cried our
impatient knight; "have I not the baleful letter to produce?  What else
but Miss Darnel's explicit and express declaration could have destroyed
the sweetest hope that ever cheered my soul; could have obliged me to
resign all claim to that felicity for which alone I wished to live; could
have filled my bosom with unutterable sorrow and despair; could have even
divested me of reason, and driven me from the society of men, a poor,
forlorn, wandering lunatic, such as you see me now prostrate at your
feet; all the blossoms of my youth withered, all the honours of my family
decayed?"

Aurelia looking wishfully at her lover, "Sir," said she, "you overwhelm
me with amazement and anxiety! you are imposed upon, if you have received
any such letter.  You are deceived, if you thought Aurelia Darnel could
be so insensible, ungrateful, and--inconstant."

This last word she pronounced with some hesitation, and a downcast look,
while her face underwent a total suffusion, and the knight's heart began
to palpitate with all the violence of emotion.  He eagerly imprinted a
kiss upon her hand, exclaiming, in interrupted phrase, "Can it be
possible?--Heaven grant--Sure this is no illusion!--O madam!--shall I
call you my Aurelia?  My heart is bursting with a thousand fond thoughts
and presages.  You shall see that dire paper which has been the source of
all my woes--it is the constant companion of my travels--last night I
nourished my chagrin with the perusal of its horrid contents."

Aurelia expressed great impatience to view the cruel forgery, for such
she assured him it must be.  But he could not gratify her desire, till
the arrival of his servant with the portmanteau.  In the meantime, tea
was called.  The lovers were seated.  He looked and languished; she
flushed and faltered.  All was doubt and delirium, fondness and flutter.
Their mutual disorder communicated itself to the kind-hearted
sympathising Dolly, who had been witness to the interview, and deeply
affected at the disclosure of the scene.  Unspeakable was her surprise,
when she found her mistress, Miss Meadows, was no other than the
celebrated Aurelia Darnel, whose eulogium she had heard so eloquently
pronounced by her sweetheart, Mr. Thomas Clarke; a discovery which still
more endeared her lady to her affection.  She had wept plentifully at the
progress of their mutual explanation, and was now so disconcerted, that
she scarce knew the meaning of the orders she had received.  She set the
kettle on the table, and placed the tea-board on the fire.  Her
confusion, by attracting the notice of her mistress, helped to relieve
her from her own embarrassing situation.  She, with her own delicate
hands, rectified the mistake of Dolly, who still continued to sob, and
said, "Yau may think, my Leady Darnel, as haw I'aive yeaten hool-cheese;
but it y'an't soa.  I'se think, vor mai peart, as how I'aive bean
bewitched."

Sir Launcelot could not help smiling at the simplicity of Dolly, whose
goodness of heart and attachment Aurelia did not fail to extol, as soon
as her back was turned.  It was in consequence of this commendation,
that, the next time she entered the room, our adventurer, for the first
time, considered her face, and seemed to be struck with her features.  He
asked her some questions, which she could not answer to his satisfaction;
applauded her regard for her lady, and assured her of his friendship and
protection.  He now begged to know the cause that obliged his Aurelia to
travel at such a rate, and in such an equipage; and she informed him of
those particulars which we have already communicated to our reader.

Sir Launcelot glowed with resentment, when he understood how his dear
Aurelia had been oppressed by her perfidious and cruel guardian.  He bit
his nether lip, rolled his eyes around, started from his seat, and
striding across the room, "I remember," said he, "the dying words of her
who now is a saint in heaven: 'That violent man, my brother-in-law, who
is Aurelia's sole guardian, will thwart her wishes with every obstacle
that brutal resentment and implacable malice can contrive.'  What
followed, it would ill become me to repeat.  But she concluded with these
words: 'The rest we must leave to the dispensations of Providence.'  Was
it not Providence that sent me hither to guard and protect the injured
Aurelia?"  Then turning to Miss Darnel, whose eyes streamed with tears,
he added, "Yes, divine creature!  Heaven, careful of your safety, and in
compassion to my sufferings, hath guided me hither, in this mysterious
manner, that I might defend you from violence, and enjoy this transition
from madness to deliberation, from despair to felicity."

So saying, he approached this amiable mourner, this fragrant flower of
beauty, glittering with the dew-drops of the morning; this sweetest, and
gentlest, loveliest ornament of human nature.  He gazed upon her with
looks of love ineffable; he sat down by her; he pressed her soft hand in
his; he began to fear that all he saw was the flattering vision of a
distempered brain; he looked and sighed, and, turning up his eyes to
heaven, breathed, in broken murmurs, the chaste raptures of his soul.
The tenderness of this communication was too painful to be long endured.
Aurelia industriously interposed other subjects of discourse, that his
attention might not be dangerously overcharged, and the afternoon passed
insensibly away.

Though he had determined, in his own mind, never more to quit this idol
of his soul, they had not yet concerted any plan of conduct, when their
happiness was all at once interrupted by a repetition of cries, denoting
horror; and a servant coming in, said he believed some rogues were
murdering a traveller on the highway.  The supposition of such distress
operated like gunpowder on the disposition of our adventurer, who,
without considering the situation of Aurelia, and indeed without seeing,
or being capable to think on her or any other subject for the time being,
ran directly to the stable, and, mounting the first horse which he found
saddled, issued out in the twilight, having no other weapon but his
sword.

He rode full speed to the spot whence the cries seemed to proceed; but
they sounded more remote as he advanced.  Nevertheless, he followed them
to a considerable distance from the road, over fields, ditches, and
hedges; and at last came so near, that he could plainly distinguish the
voice of his own squire, Timothy Crabshaw, bellowing for mercy, with
hideous vociferation.  Stimulated by this recognition, he redoubled his
career in the dark, till at length his horse plunged into a hole, the
nature of which he could not comprehend; but he found it impracticable to
disengage him.  It was with some difficulty that he himself clambered
over a ruined wall, and regained the open ground.  Here he groped about,
in the utmost impatience of anxiety, ignorant of the place, mad with
vexation for the fate of his unfortunate squire, and between whiles
invaded with a pang of concern for Aurelia, left among strangers,
unguarded, and alarmed.

In the midst of this emotion, he bethought himself of hallooing aloud,
that, in case he should be in the neighbourhood of any inhabited place,
he might be heard and assisted.  He accordingly practised this expedient,
which was not altogether without effect; for he was immediately answered
by an old friend, no other than his own steed Bronzomarte, who, hearing
his master's voice, neighed strenuously at a small distance.  The knight,
being well acquainted with the sound, heard it with astonishment, and,
advancing in the right direction, found his noble charger fastened to a
tree.  He forthwith untied and mounted him; then, laying the reins upon
his neck, allowed him to choose his own path, in which he began to travel
with equal steadiness and expedition.  They had not proceeded far, when
the knight's ears were again saluted by the cries of Crabshaw; which
Bronzomarte no sooner heard, than he pricked up his ears, neighed, and
quickened his pace, as if he had been sensible of the squire's distress,
and hastened to his relief.  Sir Launcelot, notwithstanding his own
disquiet, could not help observing and admiring this generous sensibility
of his horse.  He began to think himself some hero of romance, mounted
upon a winged steed, inspired with reason, directed by some humane
enchanter, who pitied virtue in distress.  All circumstances considered,
it is no wonder that the commotion in the mind of our adventurer produced
some such delirium.  All night he continued the chase; the voice, which
was repeated at intervals, still retreating before him, till the morning
began to appear in the east, when, by divers piteous groans, he was
directed to the corner of a wood, where he beheld his miserable squire
stretched upon the grass, and Gilbert feeding by him altogether
unconcerned, the helmet and the lance suspended at the saddle-bow, and
the portmanteau safely fixed upon the crupper.

The knight, riding up to Crabshaw, with equal surprise and concern, asked
what had brought him there? and Timothy, after some pause, during which
he surveyed his master with a rueful aspect, answered, "The devil."--"One
would imagine, indeed, you had some such conveyance," said Sir Launcelot.
"I have followed your cries since last evening, I know not how nor
whither, and never could come up with you till this moment.  But, say,
what damage have you sustained, that you lie in that wretched posture,
and groan so dismally?"  "I can't guess," replied the squire, "if it
bean't that mai hoole carcase is drilled into oilet hools, and my flesh
pinched into a jelly."--"How! wherefore!" cried the knight; "who were the
miscreants that treated you in such a barbarous manner?  Do you know the
ruffians?"--"I know nothing at all," answered the peevish squire, "but
that I was tormented by vive houndred and vifty thousand legions of
devils, and there's an end oon't."--"Well, you must have a little
patience, Crabshaw--there's a salve for every sore."--"Yaw mought as well
tell ma, for every zow there's a zirreverence."--"For a man in your
condition, methinks you talk very much at your ease--try if you can get
up and mount Gilbert, that you may be conveyed to some place where you
can have proper assistance.--So--well done--cheerly!"

Timothy actually made an effort to rise, but fell down again, and uttered
a dismal yell.  Then his master exhorted him to take advantage of a park
wall, by which he lay, and raise himself gradually upon it.  Crabshaw,
eyeing him askance, said, by way of reproach, for his not alighting and
assisting him in person, "Thatch your house with t--d, and you'll have
more teachers than reachers."--Having pronounced this inelegant adage, he
made shift to stand upon his legs; and now, the knight lending a hand,
was mounted upon Gilbert, though not without a world of ohs! and ahs! and
other ejaculations of pain and impatience.

As they jogged on together, our adventurer endeavoured to learn the
particulars of the disaster which had befallen the squire; but all the
information he could obtain, amounted to a very imperfect sketch of the
adventure.  By dint of a thousand interrogations, he understood, that
Crabshaw had been, in the preceding evening, encountered by three persons
on horseback, with Venetian masks on their faces, which he mistook for
their natural features, and was terrified accordingly.  That they not
only presented pistols to his breast, and led his horse out of the
highway; but pricked him with goads, and pinched him, from time to time,
till he screamed with the torture.  That he was led through unfrequented
places across the country, sometimes at an easy trot, sometimes at full
gallop, and tormented all night by those hideous demons, who vanished at
daybreak, and left him lying on the spot where he was found by his
master.

This was a mystery which our hero could by no means unriddle.  It was the
more unaccountable, as the squire had not been robbed of his money,
horses, and baggage.  He was even disposed to believe that Crabshaw's
brain was disordered, and the whole account he had given no more than a
mere chimera.  This opinion, however, he could no longer retain, when he
arrived at an inn on the post-road, and found, upon examination, that
Timothy's lower extremities were covered with blood, and all the rest of
his body speckled with livid marks of contusion.  But he was still more
chagrined when the landlord informed him, that he was thirty miles
distant from the place where he had left Aurelia, and that his way lay
through cross-roads, which were almost impassable at that season of the
year.  Alarmed at this intelligence, he gave directions that his squire
should be immediately conveyed to bed in a comfortable chamber, as he
complained more and more; and, indeed, was seized with a fever,
occasioned by the fatigue, the pain, and terror he had undergone.  A
neighbouring apothecary being called, and giving it as his opinion that
he could not for some days be in a condition to travel, his master
deposited a sum of money in his hands, desiring he might be properly
attended till he should hear further.  Then mounting Bronzomarte, he set
out with a guide for the place he had left, not without a thousand fears
and perplexities, arising from the reflection of having left the jewel of
his heart with such precipitation.




CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WHICH, IT IS TO BE HOPED, THE READER WILL FIND AN AGREEABLE MEDLEY OF
MIRTH AND MADNESS, SENSE AND ABSURDITY.


It was not without reason that our adventurer afflicted himself; his
fears were but too prophetic.  When he alighted at the inn, which he had
left so abruptly the preceding evening, he ran directly to the apartment
where he had been so happy in Aurelia's company; but her he saw not--all
was solitary.  Turning to the woman of the house, who had followed him
into the room, "Where is the lady?" cried he, in a tone of impatience.
Mine hostess screwing up her features into a very demure aspect, said she
saw so many ladies she could not pretend to know who he meant.  "I tell
thee, woman," exclaimed the knight, in a louder accent, "thou never
sawest such another--I mean that miracle of beauty"--"Very like," replied
the dame, as she retired to the room door.  "Husband, here's one as axes
concerning a miracle of beauty; hi, hi, hi.  Can you give him any
information about this miracle of beauty?  O la! hi, hi, hi."

Instead of answering this question, the innkeeper advancing, and
surveying Sir Launcelot, "Friend," said he, "you are the person that
carried off my horse out of the stable."--"Tell me not of a horse--where
is the young lady?"--"Now, I will tell you of the horse, and I'll make
you find him too before you and I part."--"Wretched animal! how dar'st
thou dally with my impatience?  Speak, or despair--what is become of Miss
Meadows?  Say, did she leave this place of her own accord, or was she--
hah! speak--answer, or by the powers above"--"I'll answer you flat--she
you call Miss Meadows is in very good hands--so you may make yourself
easy on that score."--"Sacred Heaven! explain your meaning, miscreant, or
I'll make you a dreadful example to all the insolent publicans of the
realm."  So saying, he seized him with one hand and dashed him on the
floor, set one foot on his belly, and kept him trembling in that
prostrate attitude.  The ostler and waiter flying to the assistance of
their master, our adventurer unsheathed his sword, declaring he would
dismiss their souls from their bodies, and exterminate the whole family
from the face of the earth, if they would not immediately give him the
satisfaction he required.

The hostess being by this time terrified almost out of her senses, fell
on her knees before him, begging he would spare their lives, and
promising to declare the whole truth.  He would not, however, remove his
foot from the body of her husband until she told him, that in less than
half an hour after he had sallied out upon the supposed robbers, two
chaises arrived, each drawn by four horses; that two men, armed with
pistols, alighted from one of them, laid violent hands upon the young
lady; and, notwithstanding her struggling and shrieking, forced her into
the other carriage, in which was an infirm gentleman, who called himself
her guardian; that the maid was left to the care of a third servant, to
follow with a third chaise, which was got ready with all possible
despatch, while the other two proceeded at full speed on the road to
London.  It was by this communicative lacquey the people of the house
were informed that the old gentleman his master was Squire Darnel, the
young lady his niece and ward, and our adventurer a needy sharper who
wanted to make a prey of her fortune.

The knight, fired even almost to frenzy by this intimation, spurned the
carcase of his host; and, his eye gleaming terror, rushed into the yard,
in order to mount Bronzomarte and pursue the ravisher, when he was
diverted from his purpose by a new incident.

One of the postillions, who had driven the chaise in which Dolly was
conveyed, happened to arrive at that instant; when, seeing our hero, he
ran up to him cap in hand, and, presenting a letter, accosted him in
these words: "Please your noble honour, if your honour be Sir Launcelot
Greaves of the West Riding, here's a letter from a gentlewoman, that I
promised to deliver into your honour's own hands."

The knight, snatching the letter with the utmost avidity, broke it up,
and found the contents couched in these terms:--

"HONOURED SIR,--The man az gi'en me leave to lat yaw knaw my dear leady
is going to Loondon with her unkle Squaire Darnel.  Be not conzarned,
honoured sir, vor I'se take it on mai laife to let yaw knaw wheare we be
zettled, if zobe I can vind where you loadge in Loondon.  The man zays
yaw may put it in the pooblic prints.  I houp the bareheir will be honest
enuff to deliver this scrowl; and that your honour will pardon
Your umbil servant to command,                       DOROTHY COWSLIP."

"P. S.--Please my kaind sarvice to laayer Clarke.  Squire Darnel's man is
very civil vor sartain; but I'ave no thoughts on him I'll assure yaw.
Marry hap, worse ware may have a better chap, as the zaying goes."

Nothing could be more seasonable than the delivery of this billet, which
he had no sooner perused than his reflection returned, and he entered
into a serious deliberation with his own heart.  He considered that
Aurelia was by this time far beyond a possibility of being overtaken, and
that by a precipitate pursuit he should only expose his own infirmities.
He confided in the attachment of his mistress, and in the fidelity of her
maid, who would find opportunities of communicating her sentiments by
means of this lacquey, of whom he perceived by the letter she had already
made a conquest.  He therefore resolved to bridle his impatience, to
proceed leisurely to London, and, instead of taking any rash step which
might induce Anthony Darnel to remove his niece from that city, remain in
seeming quiet until she should be settled, and her guardian returned to
the country.  Aurelia had mentioned to him the name of Doctor Kawdle, and
from him he expected in due time to receive the most interesting
information formerly tormented with the pangs of despairing love, which
had actually unsettled his understanding, he was now happily convinced
that he had inspired the tender breast of Aurelia with mutual affection;
and, though she was invidiously snatched from his embrace in the midst of
such endearments as had wound up his soul to ecstasy and transport, he
did not doubt of being able to rescue her from the power of an inhuman
kinsman, whose guardianship would soon of course expire; and in the
meantime he rested with the most perfect dependence on her constancy and
virtue.

As he next day crossed the country, ruminating on the disaster that had
befallen his squire, and could now compare circumstances coolly, he
easily comprehended the whole scheme of that adventure, which was no
other than an artifice of Anthony Darnel and his emissaries to draw him
from the inn, where he proposed to execute his design upon the innocent
Aurelia.  He took it for granted that the uncle, having been made
acquainted with his niece's elopement, had followed her track by the help
of such information as he received, from one stage to another; and that,
receiving more particulars at the White Hart touching Sir Launcelot, he
had formed the scheme in which Crabshaw was an involuntary instrument
towards the seduction of his master.

Amusing himself with these and other cogitations, our hero in the
afternoon reached the place of his destination, and, entering the inn
where Timothy had been left at sick quarters, chanced to meet the
apothecary retiring precipitately in a very unsavoury pickle from the
chamber of his patient.  When he inquired about the health of his squire,
this retainer to medicine, wiping himself all the while with a napkin,
answered in manifest confusion, that he apprehended him to be in a very
dangerous way from an inflammation of the piamater, which had produced a
most furious delirium.  Then he proceeded to explain, in technical terms,
the method of cure he had followed; and concluded with telling him the
poor squire's brain was so outrageously disordered, that he had rejected
all administration, and just thrown an urinal in his face.

The knight's humanity being alarmed at this intelligence, he resolved
that Crabshaw should have the benefit of further advice, and asked if
there was not a physician in the place?  The apothecary, after some
interjections of hesitation, owned there was a doctor in the village, an
odd sort of a humourist; but he believed he had not much to do in the way
of his profession, and was not much used to the forms of prescription.
He was counted a scholar, to be sure, but as to his medical capacity--he
would not take upon him to say.  "No matter," cried Sir Launcelot, "he
may strike out some lucky thought for the benefit of the patient, and I
desire you will call him instantly."

While the apothecary was absent on this service, our adventurer took it
in his head to question the landlord about the character of this
physician, which had been so unfavourably represented, and received the
following information:--

"For my peart, measter, I knows nothing amiss of the doctor--he's a quiet
sort of an inoffensive man; uses my house sometimes, and pays for what he
has, like the rest of my customers.  They says he deals very little in
physic stuff, but cures his patients with fasting and water-gruel,
whereby he can't expect the 'pothecary to be his friend.  You knows,
master, one must live, and let live, as the saying is.  I must say, he,
for the value of three guineas, set up my wife's constitution in such a
manner, that I have saved within these two years, I believe, forty pounds
in 'pothecary's bills.  But what of that?  Every man must eat, thof at
another's expense; and I should be in a deadly hole myself if all my
customers should take it in their heads to drink nothing but water-gruel,
because it is good for the constitution.  Thank God, I have as good a
constitution as e'er a man in England, but for all that, I and my whole
family bleed and purge, and take a diet-drink twice a year, by way of
serving the 'pothecary, who is a very honest man, and a very good
neighbour."

Their conversation was interrupted by the return of the apothecary with
the doctor, who had very little of the faculty in his appearance.  He was
dressed remarkably plain; seemed to be turned of fifty; had a careless
air, and a sarcastical turn in his countenance.  Before he entered the
sick man's chamber, he asked some questions concerning the disease; and
when the apothecary, pointing to his own head, said, "It lies all here,"
the doctor, turning to Sir Launcelot, replied, "If that be all there's
nothing in it."

Upon a more particular inquiry about the symptoms, he was told that the
blood was seemingly viscous, and salt upon the tongue; the urine
remarkably acrosaline; and the faeces atrabilious and foetid.  When the
doctor said he would engage to find the same phenomena in every healthy
man of the three kingdoms, the apothecary added, that the patient was
manifestly comatous, and moreover afflicted with griping pains and
borborygmata.  "A f--t for your borborygmata," cried the physician; "what
has been done?"  To this question, he replied, that venesection had been
three times performed; that a vesicatory had been applied inter scapulas;
that the patient had taken occasionally of a cathartic apozem, and
between whiles, alexipharmic boluses and neutral draughts.--"Neutral,
indeed," said the doctor; "so neutral, that I'll be crucified if ever
they declare either for the patient or the disease."  So saying, he
brushed into Crabshaw's chamber, followed by our adventurer, who was
almost suffocated at his first entrance.  The day was close; the
window-shutters were fastened; a huge fire blazed in the chimney; thick
harateen curtains were close drawn round the bed, where the wretched
squire lay extended under an enormous load of blankets.  The nurse, who
had all the exteriors of a bawd given to drink, sat stewing in this
apartment like a damned soul in some infernal bagnio; but rising when
the company entered, made her curtsies with great decorum.--"Well," said
the doctor, "how does your patient, nurse?"--"Blessed be God for it, I
hope in a fair way.  To be sure his apozem has had a blessed effect--
five-and-twenty stools since three o'clock in the morning.  But then,
a'would not suffer the blisters to be put upon his thighs.  Good lack!
a'has been mortally obstropolous, and out of his senses all this blessed
day."--"You lie," cried the squire, "I an't out of my seven senses, thof
I'm half mad with vexation."

The doctor having withdrawn the curtain, the hapless squire appeared very
pale and ghastly; and having surveyed his master with a rueful aspect,
addressed him in these words: "Sir Knight, I beg a boon.  Be pleased to
tie a stone about the neck of the apothecary, and a halter about the neck
of the nurse, and throw the one into the next river, and the other over
the next tree, and in so doing you will do a charitable deed to your
fellow-creatures; for he and she do the devil's work in partnership, and
have sent many a score of their betters home to him before their time."
--"Oh, he begins to talk sensibly."--"Have a good heart," said the
physician.  "What is your disorder?"--"Physic."--"What do you chiefly
complain of?"--"The doctor."--"Does your head ache?"--"Yea, with
impertinence."  "Have you a pain in your back?"--"Yes, where the blister
lies."--"Are you sick at stomach?"--"Yes, with hunger."--"Do you feel any
shiverings?"--"Always at sight of the apothecary."--"Do you perceive any
load in your bowels?"--"I would the apothecary's conscience was as
clear."--"Are you thirsty?"--"Not thirsty enough to drink barley-water."
--"Be pleased to look into his fauces," said the apothecary; "he has got
a rough tongue, and a very foul mouth, I'll assure you."--"I have known
that the case with some limbs of the faculty, where they stood more in
need of correction than of physic.--Well, my honest friend, since you
have already undergone the proper purgations in due form, and say you
have no other disease than the doctor, we will set you on your legs again
without further question.  Here, nurse, open that window, and throw these
phials into the street.  Now lower the curtain, without shutting the
casement, that the man may not be stifled in his own steam.  In the next
place, take off two-thirds of these coals, and one-third of these
blankets.--How dost feel now, my heart?"  "I should feel heart-whole, if
so be as yow would throw the noorse a'ter the bottles, and the 'pothecary
a'ter the noorse, and oorder me a pound of chops for my dinner, for I be
so hoongry, I could eat a horse behind the saddle."

The apothecary, seeing what passed, retired of his own accord, holding up
his hands in sign of astonishment.  The nurse was dismissed in the same
breath.  Crabshaw rose, dressed himself without assistance, and made a
hearty meal on the first eatable that presented itself to view.  The
knight passed the evening with the physician, who, from his first
appearance, concluded he was mad; but, in the course of the conversation,
found means to resign that opinion without adopting any other in lieu of
it, and parted with him under all the impatience of curiosity.  The
knight, on his part, was very well entertained with the witty sarcasms
and erudition of the doctor, who appeared to be a sort of cynic
philosopher tinctured with misanthropy, and at open war with the whole
body of apothecaries, whom however it was by no means his interest to
disoblige.

Next day, Crabshaw, being to all appearance perfectly recovered, our
adventurer reckoned with the apothecary, paid the landlord, and set out
on his return for the London road, resolving to lay aside his armour at
some distance from the metropolis; for, ever since his interview with
Aurelia, his fondness for chivalry had been gradually abating.  As the
torrent of his despair had disordered the current of his sober
reflection, so now, as that despair subsided, his thoughts began to flow
deliberately in their ancient channel.  All day long he regaled his
imagination with plans of connubial happiness, formed on the possession
of the incomparable Aurelia; determined to wait with patience, until the
law should supersede the authority of her guardian, rather than adopt any
violent expedient which might hazard the interest of his passion.

He had for some time travelled in the turnpike road, when his reverie was
suddenly interrupted by a confused noise; and when he lifted up his eyes
he beheld at a little distance a rabble of men and women, variously armed
with flails, pitchforks, poles, and muskets, acting offensively against a
strange figure on horseback, who, with a kind of lance, laid about him
with incredible fury.  Our adventurer was not so totally abandoned by the
spirit of chivalry, to see without emotion a single knight in danger of
being overpowered by such a multitude of adversaries.  Without staying to
put on his helmet, he ordered Crabshaw to follow him in the charge
against those plebeians.  Then couching his lance, and giving Bronzomarte
the spur, he began his career with such impetuosity as overturned all
that happened to be in his way; and intimidated the rabble to such a
degree, that they retired before him like a flock of sheep, the greater
part of them believing he was the devil in propria persona.  He came in
the very nick of time to save the life of the other errant, against whom
three loaded muskets were actually levelled, at the very instant that our
adventurer began his charge.  The unknown knight was so sensible of the
seasonable interposition, that, riding up to our hero, "Brother," said
he, "this is the second time you have holp me off, when I was bump
ashore.--Bess Mizzen, I must say, is no more than a leaky bum-boat, in
comparison of the glorious galley you want to man.  I desire that
henceforth we may cruise in the same latitudes, brother; and I'll be
d--ned if I don't stand by you as long as I have a stick standing, or can
carry a rag of canvas."

By this address our knight recognised the novice Captain Crowe, who had
found means to accommodate himself with a very strange suit of armour.
By way of helmet, he wore one of the caps used by the light horse, with
straps buckled under his chin, and contrived in such a manner as to
conceal his whole visage, except the eyes.  Instead of cuirass, mail,
greaves, and other pieces of complete armour, he was cased in a
postillion's leathern jerkin, covered with thin plates of tinned iron.
His buckler was a potlid, his lance a hop-pole shod with iron, and a
basket-hilt broadsword, like that of Hudibras, depended by a broad buff
belt, that girded his middle.  His feet were defended by jack-boots, and
his hands by the gloves of a trooper.  Sir Launcelot would not lose time
in examining particulars, as he perceived some mischief had been done,
and that the enemy had rallied at a distance; he therefore commanded
Crowe to follow him, and rode off with great expedition; but he did not
perceive his squire was taken prisoner; nor did the captain recollect
that his nephew, Tom Clarke, had been disabled and secured in the
beginning of the fray.  The truth is, the poor captain had been so
belaboured about the pate, that it was a wonder he remembered his own
name.




CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CONTAINING ADVENTURES OF CHIVALRY EQUALLY NEW AND SURPRISING.


The knight Sir Launcelot, and the novice Crowe, retreated with equal
order and expedition to the distance of half a league from the field of
battle, where the former, halting, proposed to make a lodgment in a very
decent house of entertainment, distinguished by the sign of St. George of
Cappadocia encountering the dragon, an achievement in which temporal and
spiritual chivalry were happily reconciled.  Two such figures alighting
at the inn gate did not pass through the yard unnoticed and unadmired by
the guests and attendants, some of whom fairly took to their heels, on
the supposition that these outlandish creatures were the avant-couriers
or heralds of a French invasion.  The fears and doubts, however, of those
who ventured to stay were soon dispelled, when our hero accosted them in
the English tongue, and with the most courteous demeanour desired to be
shown into an apartment.

Had Captain Crowe been spokesman, perhaps their suspicions would not have
so quickly subsided, for he was, in reality, a very extraordinary novice,
not only in chivalry, but also in his external appearance, and
particularly in those dialects of the English language which are used by
the terrestrial animals of this kingdom.  He desired the ostler to take
his horse in tow, and bring him to his moorings in a safe riding.  He
ordered the waiter, who showed them into a parlour, to bear a hand, ship
his oars, mind his helm, and bring alongside a short allowance of brandy
or grog, that he might cant a slug into his bread-room, for there was
such a heaving and pitching, that he believed he should shift his
ballast.  The fellow understood no part of this address but the word
brandy, at mention of which he disappeared.  Then Crowe, throwing himself
into an elbow chair, "Stop my hawse-holes," cried he, "I can't think
what's the matter, brother; but, egad, my head sings and simmers like a
pot of chowder.  My eyesight yaws to and again, d'ye see; then there's
such a walloping and whushing in my hold--smite me--Lord have mercy upon
us.  Here, you swab, ne'er mind the glass, hand me the noggin."

The latter part of this address was directed to the waiter, who had
returned with a quartern of brandy, which Crowe, snatching eagerly,
started into his bread-room at one cant.  Indeed, there was no time to be
lost, inasmuch as he seemed to be on the verge of fainting away when he
swallowed this cordial, by which he was instantaneously revived.

He then desired the servant to unbuckle the straps of his helmet, but
this was a task which the drawer could not perform, even though assisted
with the good offices of Sir Launcelot, for the head and jaws were so
much swelled with the discipline they had undergone, that the straps and
buckles lay buried, as it were, in pits formed by the tumefaction of the
adjacent parts.

Fortunately for the novice, a neighbouring surgeon passed by the door on
horseback, a circumstance which the waiter, who saw him from the window,
no sooner disclosed, than the knight had recourse to his assistance.
This practitioner having viewed the whole figure, and more particularly
the head of Crowe, in silent wonder, proceeded to feel his pulse, and
then declared, that as the inflammation was very great, and going on with
violence to its acme, it would be necessary to begin with copious
phlebotomy, and then to empty the intestinal canal.  So saying, he began
to strip the arm of the captain, who perceiving his aim, "Avast,
brother," cried he, "you go the wrong way to work; you may as well
rummage the afterhold when the damage is in the forecastle; I shall right
again when my jaws are unhooped."

With these words he drew a clasp-knife from his pocket, and, advancing to
a glass, applied it so vigorously to the leathern straps of his
headpiece, that the gordian knot was cut, without any other damage to his
face than a moderate scarification, which, added to the tumefaction of
features naturally strong, and a whole week's growth of a very bushy
beard, produced on the whole a most hideous caricatura.  After all, there
was a necessity for the administration of the surgeon, who found divers
contusions on different parts of the skull, which even the tin cap had
not been able to protect from the weapons of the rustics.

These being shaved and dressed secundum artem, and the operator dismissed
with a proper acknowledgment, our knight detached one of the post-boys to
the field of action for intelligence concerning Mr. Clarke and squire
Timothy, and, in the interim, desired to know the particulars of Crowe's
adventures since he parted from him at the White Hart.

A connected relation, in plain English, was what he had little reason to
expect from the novice, who, nevertheless, exerted his faculties to the
uttermost for his satisfaction.  He give him to understand, that in
steering his course to Birmingham, where he thought of fitting himself
with tackle, he had fallen in, by accident, at a public-house, with an
itinerant tinker, in the very act of mending a kettle; that, seeing him
do his business like an able workman, he had applied to him for advice,
and the tinker, after having considered the subject, had undertaken to
make him such a suit of armour as neither sword nor lance should
penetrate; that they adjourned to the next town, where the leather coat,
the plates of tinned iron, the lance, and the broadsword, were purchased,
together with a copper saucepan, which the artist was now at work upon in
converting it to a shield; but in the meantime, the captain, being
impatient to begin his career of chivalry, had accommodated himself with
a pot-lid, and taken to the highway, notwithstanding all the entreaties,
tears, and remonstrances of his nephew, Tom Clarke, who could not however
be prevailed upon to leave him in the dangerous voyage he had undertaken.

That this being but the second day of his journey, he descried five or
six men on horseback bearing up full in his teeth, upon which he threw
his sails aback, and prepared for action; that he hailed them at a
considerable distance, and bade them bring to; when they came alongside,
notwithstanding his hail, he ordered them to clew up their courses, and
furl their topsails, otherwise he would be foul of their quarters; that,
hearing this salute, they luffed all at once, till their cloth shook in
the wind; then he hallooed in a loud voice, that his sweetheart, Besselia
Mizzen, were the broad pendant of beauty, to which they must strike their
topsails on pain of being sent to the bottom; that, after having eyed him
for some time with astonishment, they clapped on all their sails, some of
them running under his stern, and others athwart his forefoot, and got
clear off; that, not satisfied with running ahead, they all of a sudden
tacked about, and one of them boarding him on the lee-quarter, gave him
such a drubbing about his upper works, that the lights danced in his
lanterns; that he returned the salute with his hop-pole so effectually
that his aggressor broached to in the twinkling of a handspike, and then
he was engaged with all the rest of the enemy, except one, who sheered
off, and soon returned with a mosquito fleet of small craft, who had done
him considerable damage, and, in all probability, would have made prize
of him, had n't he been brought off by the knight's gallantry.  He said,
that in the beginning of the conflict Tom Clarke rode up to the foremost
of the enemy, as he did suppose in order to prevent hostilities, but
before he got up to him near enough to hold discourse, he was pooped with
a sea that almost sent him to the bottom, and then towed off he knew not
whither.

Crowe had scarce finished his narration, which consisted of broken hints
and unconnected explosions of sea terms, when a gentleman of the
neighbourhood, who acted in the commission of the peace, arrived at the
gate, attended by a constable, who had in custody the bodies of Thomas
Clarke and Timothy Crabshaw, surrounded by five men on horseback, and an
innumerable posse of men, women, and children, on foot.  The captain, who
always kept a good look-out, no sooner descried this cavalcade and
procession, than he gave notice to Sir Launcelot, and advised that they
should crowd away with all the cloth they could carry.  Our adventurer
was of another opinion, and determined, at any rate, to procure the
enlargement of the prisoners.

The justice, ordering his attendants to stay without the gate, sent his
compliments to Sir Launcelot Greaves, and desired to speak with him for a
few minutes.  He was immediately admitted, and could not help staring at
sight of Crowe, who, by this time, had no remains of the human
physiognomy, so much was the swelling increased and the skin discoloured.
The gentleman, whose name was Mr. Elmy, having made a polite apology for
the liberty he had taken, proceeded to unfold his business.  He said,
information had been lodged with him, as a justice of the peace, against
two armed men on horseback, who had stopped five farmers on the king's
highway, put them in fear and danger of their lives, and even assaulted,
maimed, and wounded divers persons, contrary to the king's peace, and in
violation of the statute; that, by the description, he supposed the
knight and his companion to be the persons against whom the complaint had
been lodged; and, understanding his quality from Mr. Clarke, whom he had
known in London, he was come to wait upon him, and, if possible, effect
an accommodation.

Our adventurer having thanked him for the polite and obliging manner in
which he proceeded, frankly told him the whole story, as it had been just
related by the captain; and Mr. Elmy had no reason to doubt the truth of
the narrative, as it confirmed every circumstance which Clarke had before
reported.  Indeed, Tom had been very communicative to this gentleman, and
made him acquainted with the whole history of Sir Launcelot Greaves, as
well as with the whimsical resolution of his uncle, Captain Crowe.  Mr.
Elmy now told the knight, that the persons whom the captain had stopped
were farmers, returning from a neighbouring market, a set of people
naturally boorish, and at that time elevated with ale to an uncommon
pitch of insolence; that one of them, in particular, called Prickle, was
the most quarrelsome fellow in the whole county; and so litigious, that
he had maintained above thirty lawsuits, in eight-and-twenty of which he
had been condemned in costs.  He said the others might be easily
influenced in the way of admonition; but there was no way of dealing with
Prickle, except by the form and authority of the law.  He therefore
proposed to hear evidence in a judicial capacity, and his clerk being in
attendance, the court was immediately opened in the knight's apartment.

By this time Mr. Clarke had made such good use of his time in explaining
the law to his audience, and displaying the great wealth and unbounded
liberality of Sir Launcelot Greaves, that he had actually brought over to
his sentiments the constable and the commonalty, tag-rag, and bob-tail,
and even staggered the majority of the farmers, who, at first, had
breathed nothing but defiance and revenge.  Farmer Stake being first
called to the bar, and sworn touching the identity of Sir Launcelot
Greaves and Captain Crowe, declared, that the said Crowe had stopped him
on the king's highway, and put him in bodily fear; that he afterwards saw
the said Crowe with a pole or weapon, value threepence, breaking the
king's peace, by committing assault and battery against the heads and
shoulders of his majesty's liege subjects, Geoffrey Prickle, Hodge Dolt,
Richard Bumpkin, Mary Fang, Catherine Rubble, and Margery Litter; and
that he saw Sir Launcelot Greaves, Baronet, aiding, assisting, and
comforting the said Crowe, contrary to the king's peace, and against the
form of the statute.

Being asked if the defendant, when he stopped them, demanded their money,
or threatened violence, he answered he could not say, inasmuch as the
defendant spoke in an unknown language.  Being interrogated if the
defendant did not allow them to pass without using any violence, and if
they did not pass unmolested, the deponent replied in the affirmative.
Being required to tell for what reason they returned, and if the
defendant Crowe was not assaulted before he began to use his weapon, the
deponent made no answer.  The depositions of farmer Bumpkin and Muggins,
as well as of Madge Litter and Mary Fang, were taken to much the same
purpose; and his worship earnestly exhorted them to an accommodation,
observing, that they themselves were in fact the aggressors, and that
Captain Crowe had done no more than exerted himself in his own defence.

They were all pretty well disposed to follow his advice, except farmer
Prickle, who, entering the court with a bloody handkerchief about his
head, declared that the law should determine it at next 'size; and in the
meantime insisted that the defendants should find immediate bail, or go
to prison, or be set in the stocks.  He affirmed that they had been
guilty of an affray, in appearing with armour and weapons not usually
worn, to the terror of others, which is in itself a breach of the peace;
but that they had, moreover, with force of arms, that is to say, with
swords, staves, and other warlike instruments, by turns, made an assault
and affray, to the terror and disturbance of him and divers subjects of
our lord the King, then and there being, and to the evil and pernicious
example of the liege people of the said lord the King, and against the
peace of our said lord the King, his crown and dignity.

The peasant had purchased a few law terms at a considerable expense, and
he thought he had a right to turn his knowledge to the annoyance of all
his neighbours.  Mr. Elmy, finding him obstinately deaf to all proposals
of accommodation, held the defendants to very moderate bail, the landlord
and the curate of the parish freely offering themselves as sureties.  Mr.
Clarke, with Timothy Crabshaw, against whom nothing appeared, were now
set at liberty; when the former, advancing to his worship, gave
information against Geoffrey Prickle, and declared upon oath that he had
seen him assault Captain Crowe without any provocation; and when he, the
deponent, interposed to prevent further mischief, the said Prickle had
likewise assaulted and wounded him, the deponent, and detained him for
some time in false imprisonment, without warrant or authority.

In consequence of this information, which was corroborated by divers
evidences, selected from the mob at the gate, the tables were turned upon
farmer Prickle, who was given to understand, that he must either find
bail, or be forthwith imprisoned.  This honest boor, who was in opulent
circumstances, had made such popular use of the benefits he possessed,
that there was not a housekeeper in the parish who would not have
rejoiced to see him hanged.  His dealings and connexions, however, were
such, that none of the other four would have refused to bail him, had not
Clarke given them to understand that, if they did, he would make them all
principals and parties, and have two separate actions against each.
Prickle happened to be at variance with the innkeeper, and the curate
durst not disoblige the vicar, who at that very time was suing the farmer
for the small tithes.  He offered to deposit a sum equal to the
recognisance of the knight's bail; but this was rejected, as an expedient
contrary to the practice of the courts.  He sent for the attorney of the
village, to whom he had been a good customer; but the lawyer was hunting
evidence in another county.  The exciseman presented himself as a surety;
but he not being an housekeeper, was not accepted.  Divers cottagers, who
depended on farmer Prickle, were successively refused, because they could
not prove that they had paid scot and lot, and parish taxes.

The farmer, finding himself thus forlorn, and in imminent danger of
visiting the inside of a prison, was seized with a paroxysm of rage,
during which he inveighed against the bench, reviled the two adventurers
errant, declared that he believed, and would lay a wager of twenty
guineas, that he had more money in his pocket than e'er a man in the
company; and in the space of a quarter of an hour swore forty oaths,
which the justice did not fail to number.  "Before we proceed to other
matters," said Mr. Elmy, "I order you to pay forty shillings for the
oaths you have sworn, otherwise I will cause you to be set in the stocks
without further ceremony."

Prickle, throwing down a couple of guineas, with two execrations more to
make up the sum, declared that he could afford to pay for swearing as
well as e'er a justice in the county, and repeated his challenge of the
wager, which our adventurer now accepted, protesting, at the same time,
that it was not a step taken from any motive of pride, but entirely with
a view to punish an insolent plebeian, who could not otherwise be
chastised without a breach of the peace.  Twenty guineas being deposited
on each side in the hands of Mr. Elmy, Prickle, with equal confidence and
despatch, produced a canvas bag, containing two hundred and seventy
pounds, which, being spread upon the table, made a very formidable show,
that dazzled the eyes of the beholders, and induced many of them to
believe he had ensured his conquest.

Our adventurer, asking if he had anything further to offer, and being
answered in the negative, drew forth, with great deliberation, a
pocket-book, in which there was a considerable parcel of bank-notes,
from which he selected three of one hundred pounds each, and exhibited
them upon the table, to the astonishment of all present.  Prickle, mad
with his overthrow and loss, said, it might be necessary to make him
prove the notes were honestly come by; and Sir Launcelot started up, in
order to take vengeance upon him for this insult, but was withheld by the
arms and remonstrances of Mr. Elmy, who assured him that Prickle desired
nothing so much as another broken head, to lay the foundation of a new
prosecution.

The knight, calmed by this interposition, turned to the audience, saying,
with the most affable deportment, "Good people, do not imagine that I
intend to pocket the spoils of such a contemptible rascal.  I shall beg
the favour of this worthy gentleman to take up these twenty guineas, and
distribute them as he shall think proper among the poor of the parish;
but, by this benefaction, I do not hold myself acquitted for the share I
had in the bruises some of you have received in this unlucky fray, and
therefore I give the other twenty guineas to be divided among the
sufferers, to each according to the damage he or she shall appear to have
sustained; and I shall consider it as an additional obligation, if Mr.
Elmy will likewise superintend this retribution."

At the close of this address, the whole yard and gateway rung with
acclamation, while honest Crowe, whose generosity was not inferior even
to that of the accomplished Greaves, pulled out his purse, and declared,
that, as he had begun the engagement, he would at least go share and
share alike in new caulking their seams, and repairing their timbers.
The knight, rather than enter into a dispute with his novice, told him he
considered the twenty guineas as given by them both in conjunction, and
that they would confer together on that subject hereafter.

This point being adjusted, Mr. Elmy assumed all the solemnity of the
magistrate, and addressed himself to Prickle in these words: "Farmer
Prickle, I am both sorry and ashamed to see a man of your years and
circumstances so little respected, that you cannot find sufficient bail
for forty pounds; a sure testimony that you have neither cultivated the
friendship, nor deserved the goodwill of your neighbours.  I have heard
of your quarrels and your riots, your insolence and litigious
disposition, and often wished for an opportunity of giving you a proper
taste of the law's correction.  That opportunity now offers; you have, in
the hearing of all these people, poured forth a torrent of abuse against
me, both in the character of a gentleman and of a magistrate.  Your
abusing me personally perhaps I should have overlooked with the contempt
it deserves, but I should ill vindicate the dignity of my office as a
magistrate, by suffering you to insult the bench with impunity.  I shall
therefore imprison you for contempt, and you shall remain in jail until
you can find bail on the other prosecutions."

Prickle, the first transports of his anger having subsided, began to be
pricked with the thorns of compunction; he was indeed extremely mortified
at the prospect of being sent to jail so disgracefully.  His countenance
fell; and, after a hard internal struggle, while the clerk was employed
in writing the mittimus, he said he hoped his worship would not send him
to prison.  He begged pardon of him, and our adventurers, for having
abused them in his passion; and observed, that, as he had received a
broken head, and paid two-and-twenty guineas for his folly, he could not
be said to have escaped altogether without punishment, even if the
plaintiff should agree to exchange releases.

Sir Launcelot, seeing this stubborn rustic effectually humbled, became an
advocate in his favour with Mr. Elmy, and Tom Clarke, who forgave him at
his request; and a mutual release being executed, the farmer was
permitted to depart.  The populace were regaled at our adventurer's
expense; and the men, women, and children, who had been wounded or
bruised in the battle, to the number of ten or a dozen, were desired to
wait upon Mr. Elmy in the morning, to receive the knight's bounty.  The
justice was prevailed upon to spend the evening with Sir Launcelot and
his two companions, for whom supper was bespoke; but the first thing the
cook prepared was a poultice for Crowe's head, which was now enlarged to
a monstrous exhibition.  Our knight, who was all kindness and
complacency, shook Mr. Clarke by the hand, expressing his satisfaction at
meeting with his old friends again; and told him softly, that he had
compliments for him from Mrs. Dolly Cowslip, who now lived with his
Aurelia.

Clarke was confounded at this intelligence, and, after some hesitation,
"Lord bless my soul!" cried he, "I'll be shot, then, if the pretended
Miss Meadows wa'n't the same as Miss Darnel!"  He then declared himself
extremely glad that poor Dolly had got into such an agreeable situation,
passed many warm encomiums on her goodness of heart and virtuous
inclinations, and concluded with appealing to the knight, whether she did
not look very pretty in her green joseph.  In the meantime, he procured a
plaster for his own head, and helped to apply the poultice to that of his
uncle, who was sent to bed betimes with a moderate dose of sack-whey, to
promote perspiration.  The other three passed the evening to their mutual
satisfaction; and the justice, in particular, grew enamoured of the
knight's character, dashed as it was with extravagance.

Let us now leave them to the enjoyment of a sober and rational
conversation, and give some account of other guests, who arrived late in
the evening, and here fixed their night quarters.  But as we have already
trespassed on the reader's patience, we shall give him a short respite,
until the next chapter makes its appearance.




CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

IN WHICH THE RAYS OF CHIVALRY SHINE WITH RENOVATED LUSTRE.



Our hero little dreamed that he had a formidable rival in the person of
the knight, who arrived about eleven, at the sign of the St. George, and,
by the noise he made, gave intimation of his importance.  This was no
other than Squire Sycamore, who, having received advice that Miss Aurelia
Darnel had eloped from the place of her retreat, immediately took the
field in quest of that lovely fugitive; hoping that, should he have the
good fortune to find her in present distress, his good offices would not
be rejected.  He had followed the chase so close, that, immediately after
our adventurer's departure, he alighted at the inn, from whence Aurelia
had been conveyed; and there he learned the particulars which we have
related above.

Mr. Sycamore had a great deal of the childish romantic in his
disposition, and, in the course of his amours, is said to have always
taken more pleasure in the pursuit than in the final possession.  He had
heard of Sir Launcelot's extravagance, by which he was in some measure
infected, and he dropped an insinuation, that he could eclipse his rival,
even in his own lunatic sphere.  This hint was not lost upon his
companion, counsellor, and buffoon, the facetious Davy Dawdle, who had
some humour, and a great deal of mischief, in his composition.  He looked
upon his patron as a fool, and his patron knew him to be both knave and
fool; yet, the two characters suited each other so well, that they could
hardly exist asunder.  Davy was an artful sycophant, but he did not
flatter in the usual way; on the contrary, he behaved en cavalier, and
treated Sycamore, on whose bounty he subsisted, with the most sarcastic
familiarity.  Nevertheless, he seasoned his freedom with certain
qualifying ingredients, that subdued the bitterness of it, and was now
become so necessary to the squire, that he had no idea of enjoyment with
which Dawdle was not somehow or other connected.

There had been a warm dispute betwixt them about the scheme of contesting
the prize with Sir Launcelot in the lists of chivalry.  Sycamore had
insinuated, that if he had a mind to play the fool, he could wear armour,
wield a lance, and manage a charger, as well as Sir Launcelot Greaves.
Dawdle, snatching the hint, "I had, some time ago," said he, "contrived a
scheme for you, which I was afraid you had not address enough to execute.
It would be no difficult matter, in imitation of the bachelor, Sampson
Carrasco, to go in quest of Greaves, as a knight-errant, defy him as a
rival, and establish a compact, by which the vanquished should obey the
injunctions of the victor."--"That is my very idea," cried Sycamore.
"--Your idea!" replied the other; "had you ever an idea of your own
conception?"  Thus the dispute began, and was maintained with great
vehemence, until other arguments failing, the squire offered to lay a
wager of twenty guineas.  To this proposal, Dawdle answered by the
interjection pish! which inflamed Sycamore to a repetition of the
defiance.  "You are in the right," said Dawdle, "to use such an argument
as you know is by me unanswerable.  A wager of twenty guineas will at any
time overthrow and confute all the logic of the most able syllogist, who
has not got a shilling in his pocket."

Sycamore looked very grave at this declaration, and, after a short pause,
said, "I wonder, Dawdle, what you do with all your money?"--"I am
surprised you should give yourself that trouble--I never ask what you do
with yours."--"You have no occasion to ask; you know pretty well how it
goes."--"What, do you upbraid me with your favours?--'t is mighty well,
Sycamore."--"Nay, Dawdle, I did not intend to affront."--"Z----s!
affront! what d'ye mean?"  "I'll assure you, Davy, you don't know me, if
you think I could be so ungenerous as to--a--to----"--"I always thought,
whatever faults or foibles you might have, Sycamore, that you was not
deficient in generosity,--though to be sure it is often very absurdly
displayed."--"Ay, that's one of my greatest foibles; I can't refuse even
a scoundrel, when I think he is in want.--Here, Dawdle, take that note."
--"Not I, sir,--what d'ye mean?--what right have I to your notes?"
--"Nay, but Dawdle,--come."--"By no means; it looks like the abuse of
good-nature;--all the world knows you're good-natured to a fault."
--"Come, dear Davy, you shall--you must oblige me."--Thus urged, Dawdle
accepted the bank-note with great reluctance, and restored the idea to
the right owner.

A suit of armour being brought from the garret or armoury of his
ancestors, he gave orders for having the pieces scoured and furbished up;
and his heart dilated with joy, when he reflected upon the superb figure
he should make when cased in complete steel, and armed at all points for
the combat.

When he was fitted with the other parts, Dawdle insisted on buckling on
his helmet, which weighed fifteen pounds; and, the headpiece being
adjusted, made such a clatter about his ears with a cudgel, that his eyes
had almost started from their sockets.  His voice was lost within the
vizor, and his friend affected not to understand his meaning when he made
signs with his gauntlets, and endeavoured to close with him, that he
might wrest the cudgel from his hand.  At length he desisted, saying,
"I'll warrant the helmet sound by its ringing"; and taking it off, found
the squire in a cold sweat.  He would have achieved his first exploit on
the spot, had his strength permitted him to assault Dawdle; but what with
want of air, and the discipline he had undergone, he had well-nigh
swooned away; and before he retrieved the use of his members, he was
appeased by the apologies of his companion, who protested he meant
nothing more than to try if the helmet was free of cracks, and whether or
not it would prove a good protection for the head it covered.

His excuses were accepted; the armour was packed up, and next morning Mr.
Sycamore set out from his own house, accompanied by Dawdle, who undertook
to perform the part of his squire at the approaching combat.  He was also
attended by a servant on horseback, who had charge of the armour, and
another who blowed the trumpet.  They no sooner understood that our hero
was housed at the George, than the trumpeter sounded a charge, which
alarmed Sir Launcelot and his company, and disturbed honest Captain Crowe
in the middle of his first sleep.  Their next step was to pen a
challenge, which, when the stranger departed, was by the trumpeter
delivered with great ceremony into the hands of Sir Launcelot, who read
it in these words:--"To the knight of the Crescent, greeting.  Whereas I
am informed you have the presumption to lay claim to the heart of the
peerless Aurelia Darnel, I give you notice that I can admit no rivalship
in the affection of that paragon of beauty; and I expect that you will
either resign your pretensions, or make it appear in single combat,
according to the law of arms and the institutions of chivalry, that you
are worthy to dispute her favour with him of the Griffin.--POLYDORE."

Our adventurer was not a little surprised at this address, which however
he pocketed in silence, and began to reflect, not without mortification,
that he was treated as a lunatic by some person, who wanted to amuse
himself with the infirmities of his fellow-creatures.  Mr. Thomas Clarke,
who saw the ceremony with which the letter was delivered, and the
emotions with which it was read, hied him to the kitchen for
intelligence, and there learned that the stranger was Squire Sycamore.
He forthwith comprehended the nature of the billet, and, in the
apprehension that bloodshed would ensue, resolved to alarm his uncle,
that he might assist in keeping the peace.  He accordingly entered the
apartment of the captain, who had been waked by the trumpet, and now
peevishly asked the meaning of that d--ned piping, as if all hands were
called upon deck?  Clarke having imparted what he knew of the
transaction, together with his own conjectures, the captain said, he did
not suppose as how they would engage by candlelight; and that, for his
own part, he should turn out in the larboard watch, long enough before
any signals could be hove out for forming the line.

With this assurance the lawyer retired to his nest, where he did not fail
to dream of Mrs. Dolly Cowslip, while Sir Launcelot passed the night
awake, in ruminating on the strange challenge he had received.  He had
got notice that the sender was Mr. Sycamore, and hesitated with himself
whether he should not punish him for his impertinence; but when he
reflected on the nature of the dispute, and the serious consequences it
might produce, he resolved to decline the combat, as a trial of right and
merit founded upon absurdity.  Even in his maddest hours, he never
adopted those maxims of knight-errantry which related to challenges.  He
always perceived the folly and wickedness of defying a man to mortal
fight, because he did not like the colour of his beard, or the complexion
of his mistress; or of deciding by homicide whether he or his rival
deserved the preference, when it was the lady's prerogative to determine
which should be the happy lover.  It was his opinion that chivalry was an
useful institution while confined to its original purposes of protecting
the innocent, assisting the friendless, and bringing the guilty to
condign punishment.  But he could not conceive how these laws should be
answered by violating every suggestion of reason, and every precept of
humanity.

Captain Crowe did not examine the matter so philosophically.  He took it
for granted that in the morning the two knights would come to action, and
slept sound on that supposition.  But he rose before it was day, resolved
to be somehow concerned in the fray; and understanding that the stranger
had a companion, set him down immediately for his own antagonist.  So
impatient was he to establish this secondary contest, that by daybreak he
entered the chamber of Dawdle, to which he was directed by the waiter,
and roused him with a hilloah, that might have been heard at the distance
of half a league.  Dawdle, startled by this terrific sound, sprung out of
bed, and stood upright on the floor, before he opened his eyes upon the
object by which he had been so dreadfully alarmed.  But when he beheld
the head of Crowe, so swelled and swathed, so livid, hideous, and grisly,
with a broadsword by his side, and a case of pistols in his girdle, he
believed it was the apparition of some murdered man; his hair bristled
up, his teeth chattered, and his knees knocked; he would have prayed, but
his tongue denied its office.  Crowe seeing his perturbation, "Mayhap,
friend," said he, "you take me for a buccaneer; but I am no such person.
--My name is Captain Crowe.--I come not for your silver nor your gold,
your rigging nor your stowage; but hearing as how your friend intends to
bring my friend Sir Launcelot Greaves to action, d'ye see, I desire in
the way of friendship, that, while they are engaged, you and I, as their
seconds, may lie board and board for a few glasses to divert one another,
d'ye see."  Dawdle hearing this request, began to retrieve his faculties,
and throwing himself into the attitude of Hamlet when the ghost appears,
exclaimed in theatrical accent,

     Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
     Art thou a spirit of grace, or goblin damn'd?

As he seemed to bend his eye on vacancy, the captain began to think that
he really saw something preternatural, and stared wildly round.  Then
addressing himself to the terrified Dawdle, "D--n'd," said he, "for what
should I be d--n'd?  If you are afeard of goblins, brother, put your
trust in the Lord, and he'll prove a sheet-anchor to you."  The other
having by this time recollected himself perfectly, continued
notwithstanding to spout tragedy, and, in the words of Macbeth,
pronounced,

     What man dare, I dare:
     Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
     The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tiger;
     Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
     Shall never tremble.

"'Ware names, Jack," cried the impatient mariner, "if so be as how you'll
bear a hand and rig yourself, and take a short trip with me into the
offing, we'll overhaul this here affair in the turning of a capstan."

At this juncture they were joined by Mr. Sycamore in his night-gown and
slippers.  Disturbed by Crowe's first salute, he sprung up, and now
expressed no small astonishment at first sight of the novice's
countenance.  After having gazed alternately at him and Dawdle, "Who have
we got here?" said he; "raw head and bloody bones?"  When his friend,
slipping on his clothes, gave him to understand that this was a friend of
Sir Launcelot Greaves, and explained the purport of his errand, he
treated him with more civility.  He assured him that he should have the
pleasure to break a spear with Mr. Dawdle; and signified his surprise
that Sir Launcelot had made no answer to his letter.  It being by this
time clear daylight, and Crowe extremely interested in this affair, he
broke without ceremony into the knight's chamber, and told him abruptly
that the enemy had brought to, and waited for his coming up, in order to
begin the action.  "I've hailed his consort," said he, "a shambling,
chattering fellow.  He took me first for a hobgoblin, then called me
names, a tiger, a wrynoseo'ross, and a Persian bear; but egad, if I come
athwart him, I'll make him look like the bear and ragged staff before we
part,--I wool."

This intimation was not received with that alacrity which the captain
expected to find in our adventurer, who told him in a peremptory tone,
that he had no design to come to action, and desired to be left to his
repose.  Crowe forthwith retired crestfallen, and muttered something,
which was never distinctly heard.

About eight in the morning Mr. Dawdle brought him a formal message from
the knight of the Griffin, desiring he would appoint the lists, and give
security of the field.  To which request he made answer in a very
composed and solemn accent, "If the person who sent you thinks I have
injured him, let him without disguise or any such ridiculous ceremony,
explain the nature of the wrong; and then I shall give such satisfaction
as may suit my conscience and my character.  If he hath bestowed his
affection upon any particular object, and looks upon me as a favourite
rival, I shall not wrong the lady so much as to take any step that may
prejudice her choice, especially a step that contradicts my own reason as
much as it would outrage the laws of my country.  If he who calls himself
knight of the Griffin is really desirous of treading in the paths of true
chivalry, he will not want opportunities of signalising his valour in the
cause of virtue.--Should he, notwithstanding this declaration, offer
violence to me in the course of my occasions, he will always find me in a
posture of defence.  Or, should he persist in repeating his
importunities, I shall without ceremony chastise the messenger."  His
declining the combat was interpreted into fear by Mr. Sycamore, who now
became more insolent and ferocious, on the supposition of our knight's
timidity.  Sir Launcelot meanwhile went to breakfast with his friends,
and, having put on his armour, ordered the horses to be brought forth.
Then he paid the bill, and walking deliberately to the gate, in presence
of Squire Sycamore and his attendants, vaulted at one spring into the
saddle of Bronzomarte, whose neighing and curveting proclaimed the joy he
felt in being mounted by his accomplished master.

Though the knight of the Griffin did not think proper to insult his rival
personally, his friend Dawdle did not fail to crack some jokes on the
figure and horsemanship of Crowe, who again declared he should be glad to
fall in with him upon the voyage.  Nor did Mr. Clarke's black patch and
rueful countenance pass unnoticed and unridiculed.  As for Timothy
Crabshaw, he beheld his brother squire with the contempt of a veteran;
and Gilbert paid him his compliments with his heels at parting.  But when
our adventurer and his retinue were clear of the inn, Mr. Sycamore
ordered his trumpeter to sound a retreat, by way of triumph over his
antagonist.

Perhaps he would have contented himself with this kind of victory, had
not Dawdle further inflamed his envy and ambition, by launching out in
praise of Sir Launcelot.  He observed that his countenance was open and
manly; his joints strong knit, and his form unexceptionable; that he trod
like Hercules, and vaulted into the saddle like a winged Mercury.  Nay,
he even hinted it was lucky for Sycamore that the knight of the Crescent
happened to be so pacifically disposed.  His patron sickened at these
praises, and took fire at the last observation.  He affected to
undervalue personal beauty, though the opinion of the world had been
favourable to himself in that particular.  He said he was at least two
inches taller than Greaves; and as to shape and air, he would make no
comparisons; but with respect to riding, he was sure he had a better seat
than Sir Launcelot, and would wager five hundred to fifty guineas, that
he would unhorse him at the first encounter.  "There is no occasion for
laying wagers," replied Mr. Dawdle; "the doubt may be determined in half
an hour--Sir Launcelot is not a man to avoid you at full gallop."
Sycamore, after some hesitation, declared he would follow and provoke him
to battle, on condition that Dawdle would engage Crowe; and this
condition was accepted.  For, though Davy had no stomach to the trial, he
could not readily find an excuse for declining it.  Besides, he had
discovered the captain to be a very bad horseman, and resolved to eke out
his own scanty valour with a border of ingenuity.  The servants were
immediately ordered to unpack the armour, and, in a little time, Mr.
Sycamore made a very formidable appearance.  But the scene that followed
is too important to be huddled in at the end of a chapter; and therefore
we shall reserve it for a more conspicuous place in these memoirs.




CHAPTER NINETEEN

CONTAINING THE ACHIEVEMENTS OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE GRIFFIN AND CRESCENT.


Mr. Sycamore, alias the knight of the Griffin, so denominated from a
griffin painted on his shield, being armed at all points, and his friend
Dawdle provided with a certain implement, which he flattered himself
would ensure a victory over the novice Crowe, they set out from the
George, with their attendants, in all the elevation of hope, and pranced
along the highway that led towards London, that being the road which our
adventurer pursued.  As they were extremely well mounted, and proceeded
at a round pace, they, in less than two hours, came up with Sir Launcelot
and his company; and Sycamore sent another formal defiance to the knight
by his trumpeter, Dawdle having, for good reasons, declined that office.

Our adventurer hearing himself thus addressed, and seeing his rival, who
had passed him, posted to obstruct his progress, armed cap-a-pee, with
his lance in the rest, determined to give the satisfaction that was
required, and desired that the regulations of the combat might be
established.  The knight of the Griffin proposed, that the vanquished
party should resign all pretensions to Miss Aurelia Darnel, in favour of
the victor; that, while the principals were engaged, his friend Dawdle
should run a tilt with Captain Crowe; that Squire Crabshaw and Mr.
Sycamore's servant should keep themselves in readiness to assist their
respective masters occasionally, according to the law of arms; and that
Mr. Clarke should observe the motions of the trumpeter, whose province
was to sound the charge to battle.

Our knight agreed to these regulations, notwithstanding the earnest and
pathetic remonstrances of the young lawyer, who, with tears in his eyes,
conjured all the combatants, in their turns, to refrain from an action
that might be attended with bloodshed and murder; and was contrary to the
laws both of God and man.  In vain he endeavoured to move them by tears
and entreaties, by threatening them with prosecutions in this world, and
pains and penalties in the next.  They persisted in their resolution, and
his uncle would have begun hostilities on his carcase, had he not been
prevented by Sir Launcelot, who exhorted Clarke to retire from the field,
that he might not be involved in the consequences of the combat.  He
relished this advice so well, that he had actually moved off to some
distance; but his apprehensions and concern for his friends co-operating
with an insatiable curiosity, detained him in sight of the engagement.

The two knights having fairly divided the ground, and the same
precautions being taken by the seconds on another part of the field,
Sycamore began to be invaded with some scruples, which were probably
engendered by the martial appearance and well-known character of his
antagonist.  The confidence which he derived from the reluctance of Sir
Launcelot now vanished, because it plainly appeared, that the knight's
backwardness was not owing to personal timidity; and he foresaw that the
prosecution of this joke might be attended with very serious consequences
to his own life and reputation.  He therefore desired a parley, in which
he observed his affection for Miss Darnel was of such a delicate nature,
that, should the discomfiture of his rival contribute to make her
unhappy, his victory must render him the most miserable wretch upon
earth.  He proposed, therefore, that her sentiments and choice should be
ascertained before they proceeded to extremity.

Sir Launcelot declared that he was much more afraid of combating
Aurelia's inclination, than of opposing the knight of the Griffin in
arms; and that if he had the least reason to think Mr. Sycamore, or any
other person, was distinguished by her preference, he would instantly
give up his suit as desperate.  At the same time, he observed, that
Sycamore had proceeded too far to retract; that he had insulted a
gentleman, and not only challenged, but even pursued him, and blocked up
his passage in the public highway; outrages which he (Sir Launcelot)
would not suffer to pass unpunished.  Accordingly, he insisted on the
combat, on pain of treating Sycamore as a craven, and a recreant.  This
declaration was reinforced by Dawdle, who told him, that, should he now
decline the engagement, all the world would look upon him as an infamous
poltroon.

These two observations gave a necessary fillip to the courage of the
challenger.  The parties took their stations.  The trumpet sounded to
charge, and the combatants began their career with great impetuosity.--
Whether the gleam of Sir Launcelot's arms affrighted Mr. Sycamore's
steed, or some other object had an unlucky effect on his eyesight,
certain it is he started at about midway, and gave his rider such a
violent shake as discomposed his attitude, and disabled him from using
his lance to the best advantage.  Had our hero continued his career, with
his lance couched, in all probability Sycamore's armour would have proved
but a bad defence to his carcase; but Sir Launcelot perceiving his
rival's spear unrested, had just time to throw up the point of his own,
when the two horses closed with such a shock, that Sycamore, already
wavering in the saddle, was overthrown, and his armour crashed around him
as he fell.

The victor, seeing him lie without motion, alighted immediately and began
to unbuckle his helmet, in which office he was assisted by the trumpeter.
When the headpiece was removed, the hapless knight of the Griffin
appeared in the pale livery of death, though he was only in a swoon, from
which he soon recovered by the effect of the fresh air, and the aspersion
of cold water, brought from a small pool in the neighbourhood.  When he
recognised his conqueror doing the offices of humanity about his person,
he closed his eyes from vexation, told Sir Launcelot that his was the
fortune of the day, though he himself owed his mischance to the fault of
his own horse; and observed, that this ridiculous affair would not have
happened, but for the mischievous instigation of that scoundrel Dawdle,
on whose ribs he threatened to revenge this mishap.

Perhaps Captain Crowe might have saved him the trouble, had the wag
honourably adhered to the institutions of chivalry, in his conflict with
our novice.  But on this occasion, his ingenuity was more commendable
than his courage.  He had provided at the inn a blown bladder, in which
several smooth pebbles were enclosed; and this he slyly fixed on the head
of his pole, when the captain obeyed the signal of battle.  Instead of
bearing the brunt of the encounter, he turned out of the straight line,
so as to avoid the lance of his antagonist, and rattled his bladder with
such effect, that Crowe's horse, pricking up his ears, took to his heels,
and fled across some ploughed land with such precipitation, that the
rider was obliged to quit his spear, and lay fast hold on the mane, that
he might not be thrown out of the saddle.  Dawdle, who was much better
mounted, seeing his condition, rode up to the unfortunate novice, and
belaboured his shoulders without fear of retaliation.

Mr. Clarke, seeing his kinsman so roughly handled, forgot his fears, and
flew to his assistance; but, before he came up, the aggressor had
retired; and now perceiving that fortune had declared against his friend
and patron, very honourably abandoned him in his distress, and went off
at full speed for London.

Nor was Timothy Crabshaw without his share in the noble achievements of
this propitious day.  He had by this time imbibed such a tincture of
errantry, that he firmly believed himself and his master equally
invincible; and this belief operating upon a perverse disposition,
rendered him as quarrelsome in his sphere, as his master was mild and
forbearing.  As he sat on horseback, in the place assigned to him and
Sycamore's lacquey, he managed Gilbert in such a manner, as to invade
with his heels the posteriors of the other's horse; and this insult
produced some altercation which ended in mutual assault.  The footman
handled the butt-end of his horsewhip with great dexterity about the head
of Crabshaw, who declared afterwards, that it sung and simmered like a
kettle of cod-fish; but the squire, who understood the nature of long
lashes, as having been a carter from his infancy, found means to twine
his thong about the neck of his antagonist, and pull him off his horse
half strangled, at the very instant his master was thrown by Sir
Launcelot Greaves.

Having thus obtained the victory, he did not much regard the punctilios
of chivalry; but, taking it for granted he had a right to make the most
of his advantage, resolved to carry off the spolia opima.  Alighting with
great agility, "Brother," cried he, "I think as haw yawrs bean't a
butcher's horse, a doan't carry calves well--I'se make yaw knaw your
churning days, I wool--what, yaw look as if yaw was crow-trodden, you do
--now, you shall pay the score you have been running on my pate, you
shall, brother."

So saying, he rifled his pockets, stripped him of his hat and coat, and
took possession of his master's portmanteau.  But he did not long enjoy
his plunder.  For the lacquey complaining to Sir Launcelot of his having
been despoiled, the knight commanded his squire to refund, not without
menaces of subjecting him to the severest chastisement for his injustice
and rapacity.  Timothy represented, with great vehemence, that he had won
the spoils in fair battle, at the expense of his head and shoulders,
which he immediately uncovered, to prove his allegation.  But his
remonstrance having no effect upon his master, "Wounds!" cried he, "an I
mun gee thee back the pig, I'se gee thee back the poke also; I'm a
drubbing still in thy debt."

With these words, he made a most furious attack upon the plaintiff with
his horsewhip, and, before the knight could interpose, repaid the lacquey
with interest.  As an appurtenance to Sycamore and Dawdle, he ran the
risk of another assault from the novice Crowe, who was so transported
with rage at the disagreeable trick which had been played upon him by his
fugitive antagonist, that he could not for some time pronounce an
articulate sound, but a few broken interjections, the meaning of which
could not be ascertained.  Snatching up his pole, he ran towards the
place where Mr. Sycamore sat on the grass, supported by the trumpeter,
and would have finished what our adventurer had left undone, if the
knight of the Crescent, with admirable dexterity, had not warded off the
blow which he aimed at the knight of the Griffin, and signified his
displeasure in a resolute tone.  Then he collared the lacquey, who was
just disengaged from the chastising hand of Crabshaw, and swinging his
lance with his other hand, encountered the squire's ribs by accident.

Timothy was not slow in returning the salutation with the weapon which he
still wielded.  Mr. Clarke running up to the assistance of his uncle, was
opposed by the lacquey, who seemed extremely desirous of seeing the enemy
revenge his quarrel, by falling foul of one another.  Clarke, thus
impeded, commenced hostilities against the footman, while Crowe grappled
with Crabshaw; a battle-royal ensued, and was maintained with great
vigour, and some bloodshed on all sides, until the authority of Sir
Launcelot, reinforced by some weighty remonstrances applied to the
squire, put an end to the conflict.  Crabshaw immediately desisted, and
ran roaring to communicate his grievances to Gilbert, who seemed to
sympathise very little with his distress.  The lacquey took to his heels;
Mr. Clarke wiped his bloody nose, declaring he had a good mind to put the
aggressor in the Crown-office; and Captain Crowe continued to ejaculate
unconnected oaths; which, however, seemed to imply that he was almost
sick of his new profession.  "D--n my eyes, if you call this--start my
timbers, brother--look ye, d'ye see--a lousy, lubberly, cowardly son of
a--among the breakers, d'ye see--lost my steerage way--split my binnacle;
bawl away--O! d--n all arrantry--give me a tight vessel, d'ye see,
brother--mayhap you may n't--snatch my--sea-room and a spanking gale--
odds heart, I'll hold a whole year's--smite my limbs; it don't signify
talking."

Our hero consoled the novice for his disaster, by observing that if he
had got some blows he had lost no honour.  At the same time he observed,
that it was very difficult, if not impossible, for a man to succeed in
the paths of chivalry, who had passed the better part of his days in
other occupations, and hinted that, as the cause which had engaged him in
this way of life no longer existed, he was determined to relinquish a
profession which, in a peculiar manner, exposed him to the most
disagreeable incidents.  Crowe chewed the cud upon this insinuation,
while the other personages of the drama were employed in catching the
horses, which had given their riders the slip.  As for Mr. Sycamore, he
was so bruised by his fall, that it was necessary to procure a litter for
conveying him to the next town, and the servant was despatched for this
convenience, Sir Launcelot staying with him until it arrived.

When he was safely deposited in the carriage, our hero took leave of him
in these terms: "I shall not insist upon your submitting to the terms you
yourself proposed before this rencontre.  I give you free leave to use
all your advantages, in an honourable way, for promoting your suit with
the young lady of whom you profess yourself enamoured.  Should you have
recourse to sinister practices, you will find Sir Launcelot Greaves ready
to demand an account of your conduct, not in the character of a lunatic
knight-errant, but as a plain English gentleman, jealous of his honour,
and resolute in his purpose."

To this address Mr. Sycamore made no reply, but with a sullen aspect
ordered the carriage to proceed; and it moved accordingly to the right,
our hero's road to London lying in the other direction.

Sir Launcelot had already exchanged his armour for a riding-coat, hat,
and boots; and Crowe, parting with his skull-cap and leathern jerkin,
regained, in some respects, the appearance of a human creature.  Thus
metamorphosed, they pursued their way in an easy pace, Mr. Clarke
endeavouring to amuse them with a learned dissertation on the law,
tending to demonstrate that Mr. Sycamore was, by his behaviour on that
day, liable to three different actions, besides a commission of lunacy;
and that Dawdle might be prosecuted for having practised subtle craft to
the annoyance of his uncle, over and above an action for assault and
battery; because, for why?  The said Crowe having run away, as might be
easily proved, before any blows were given, the said Dawdle, by pursuing
him even out of the highroad, putting him in fear, and committing battery
on his body, became to all intents and purposes the aggressor; and an
indictment would lie in Banco Regis.

The captain's pride was so shocked at these observations, that he
exclaimed with equal rage and impatience, "You lie, you dog, in Bilcum
Regis--you lie, I say, you lubber, I did not run away; nor was I in fear,
d'ye see.  It was my son of a bitch of a horse that would not obey the
helm, d'ye see, whereby I cou'd n't use my metal, d'ye see.  As for the
matter of fear, you and fear may kiss my--So don't go and heave your
stink-pots at my character, d'ye see, or--agad I'll trim thee fore and
aft with a--I wool."  Tom protested he meant nothing but a little
speculation, and Crowe was appeased.

In the evening they reached the town of Bugden without any farther
adventure, and passed the night in great tranquillity.

Next morning, even after the horses were ordered to be saddled, Mr.
Clarke, without ceremony, entered the apartment of Sir Launcelot, leading
in a female, who proved to be the identical Mrs. Dolly Cowslip.  This
young woman, advancing to the knight, cried, "O Sir Launcelot! my dear
leady, my dear leady!"--but was hindered from proceeding by a flood of
tears, which the tender-hearted lawyer mingled with a plentiful shower of
sympathy.

Our adventurer starting at this exclamation, "O heavens!" cried he,
"where is my Aurelia? speak, where did you leave that jewel of my soul?
answer me in a moment--I am all terror and impatience!"

Dolly, having recollected herself, told him that Mr. Darnel had lodged
his niece in the new buildings by May Fair; that, on the second night
after their arrival, a very warm expostulation had passed between Aurelia
and her uncle, who next morning dismissed Dolly, without permitting her
to take leave of her mistress, and that same day moved to another part of
the town, as she afterwards learned of the landlady, though she could not
inform her whither they were gone.  That, when she was turned away, John
Clump, one of the footmen, who pretended to have a kindness for her, had
faithfully promised to call upon her, and let her know what passed in the
family; but as he did not keep his word, and she was an utter stranger in
London, without friends or settlement, she had resolved to return to her
mother, and travelled so far on foot since yesterday morning.

Our knight, who had expected the most dismal tidings from her lamentable
preamble, was pleased to find his presaging fears disappointed; though he
was far from being satisfied with the dismission of Dolly, from whose
attachment to his interest, joined to her influence over Mr. Clump, he
had hoped to reap such intelligence as would guide him to the haven of
his desires.  After a minute's reflection, he saw it would be expedient
to carry back Mrs. Cowslip, and lodge her at the place where Mr. Clump
had promised to visit her with intelligence; for, in all probability, it
was not for want of inclination that he had not kept his promise.

Dolly did not express any aversion to the scheme of returning to London,
where she hoped once more to rejoin her dear lady, to whom by this time
she was attached by the strongest ties of affection; and her inclination
in this respect was assisted by the consideration of having the company
of the young lawyer, who, it plainly appeared, had made strange havoc in
her heart, though it must be owned, for the honour of this blooming
damsel, that her thoughts had never once deviated from the paths of
innocence and virtue.  The more Sir Launcelot surveyed this agreeable
maiden, the more he felt himself disposed to take care of her fortune;
and from this day he began to ruminate on a scheme which was afterwards
consummated in her favour.  In the meantime he laid injunctions on Mr.
Clarke to conduct his addresses to Mrs. Cowslip according to the rules of
honour and decorum, as he valued his countenance and friendship.  His
next step was to procure a saddle-horse for Dolly, who preferred this to
any other sort of carriage, and thereby gratified the wish of her
admirer, who longed to see her on horseback in her green joseph.

The armour, including the accoutrements of the novice and the squire,
were left in the care of the inn-keeper, and Timothy Crabshaw was so
metamorphosed by a plain livery-frock, that even Gilbert with difficulty
recognised his person.  As for the novice Crowe, his head had almost
resumed its natural dimensions, but then his whole face was so covered
with a livid suffusion, his nose appeared so flat, and his lips so
tumefied, that he might very well have passed for a Caffre or Ethiopian.
Every circumstance being now adjusted, they departed from Bugden in a
regular cavalcade, dined at Hatfield, and in the evening arrived at the
Bull and Gate Inn in Holborn, where they established their quarters for
the night.




CHAPTER TWENTY

IN WHICH OUR HERO DESCENDS INTO THE MANSION OF THE DAMNED.


The first step which Sir Launcelot took in the morning that succeeded his
arrival in London was to settle Mrs. Dolly Cowslip in lodgings at the
house where John Clump had promised to visit her; as he did not doubt,
that, though the visit was delayed, it would some time or other be
performed, and in that case he might obtain some intelligence of Aurelia.
Mr. Thomas Clarke was permitted to take up his habitation in the same
house, on his earnestly desiring he might be intrusted with the office of
conveying information and instruction between Dolly and our adventurer.
The knight himself resolved to live retired, until he should receive some
tidings relating to Miss Darnel that should influence his conduct; but he
proposed to frequent places of public resort incognito, that he might
have some chance of meeting by accident with the mistress of his heart.

Taking it for granted, that the oddities of Crowe would help to amuse him
in his hours of solitude and disappointment, he invited that original to
be his guest at a small house, which he determined to hire ready
furnished, in the neighbourhood of Golden Square.  The captain thanked
him for his courtesy, and frankly embraced his offer, though he did not
much approve of the knight's choice in point of situation.  He said he
would recommend him to a special good upper deck hard by St. Catherine's
in Wapping, where he would be delighted with the prospect of the street
forwards, well frequented by passengers, carts, drays, and other
carriages; and having backwards an agreeable view of Alderman Parson's
great brewhouse, with two hundred hogs feeding almost under the window.
As a further inducement, he mentioned the vicinity of the Tower guns,
which would regale his hearing on days of salutation; nor did he forget
the sweet sound of mooring and unmooring ships in the river, and the
pleasing objects on the other side of the Thames, displayed in the oozy
docks and cabbage-gardens of Rotherhithe.  Sir Launcelot was not
insensible to the beauties of this landscape, but, his pursuit lying
another way, he contented himself with a less enchanting situation, and
Crowe accompanied him out of pure friendship.

At night, Mr. Clarke arrived at our hero's house with tidings that were
by no means agreeable.  He told him, that Clump had left a letter for
Dolly, informing her, that his master, Squire Darnel, was to set out
early in the morning for Yorkshire; but he could give no account of her
lady, who had the day before been conveyed, he knew not whither, in a
hackney-coach, attended by her uncle and an ill-looking fellow, who had
much the appearance of a bailiff or turnkey, so that he feared she was in
trouble.

Sir Launcelot was deeply affected by this intimation.  His apprehension
was even roused by a suspicion that a man of Darnel's violent temper and
unprincipled heart might have practised upon the life of his lovely
niece; but, upon recollection, he could not suppose that he had recourse
to such infamous expedients, knowing as he did, that an account of her
would be demanded at his hands, and that it would be easily proved he had
conveyed her from the lodging in which she resided.

His first fears now gave way to another suggestion, that Anthony, in
order to intimidate her into a compliance with his proposals, had trumped
up a spurious claim against her, and, by virtue of a writ, confined her
in some prison or spunging-house.  Possessed with this idea, he desired
Mr. Clarke to search the sheriff's office in the morning, that he might
know whether any such writ had been granted; and he himself resolved to
make a tour of the great prisons belonging to the metropolis, to inquire,
if perchance she might not be confined under a borrowed name.  Finally,
he determined, if possible, to apprise her of his place of abode, by a
paragraph in all the daily papers, signifying that Sir Launcelot Greaves
had arrived at his house near Golden Square.

All these resolutions were punctually executed.  No such writ had been
taken out in the sheriff's office; and therefore our hero set out on his
jail expedition, accompanied by Mr. Clarke, who had contracted some
acquaintance with the commanding officers in these garrisons, in the
course of his clerkship and practice as an attorney.  The first day they
spent in prosecuting their inquiry through the Gate House, Fleet, and
Marshalsea; the next day they allotted to the King's Bench, where they
understood there was a great variety of prisoners.  There they proposed
to make a minute scrutiny, by the help of Mr. Norton, the deputy-marshal,
who was Mr. Clarke's intimate friend, and had nothing at all of the
jailor, either in his appearance or in his disposition, which was
remarkably humane and benevolent towards all his fellow-creatures.

The knight having bespoke dinner at a tavern in the Borough, was,
together with Captain Crowe, conducted to the prison of the King's Bench,
which is situated in St. George's Fields, about a mile from the end of
Westminster Bridge, and appears like a neat little regular town,
consisting of one street, surrounded by a very high wall, including an
open piece of ground, which may be termed a garden, where the prisoners
take the air, and amuse themselves with a variety of diversions.  Except
the entrance, where the turnkeys keep watch and ward, there is nothing in
the place that looks like a jail, or bears the least colour of restraint.
The street is crowded with passengers.  Tradesmen of all kinds here
exercise their different professions.  Hawkers of all sorts are admitted
to call and vend their wares as in any open street of London.  Here are
butchers' stands, chandlers' shops, a surgery, a tap-house, well
frequented, and a public kitchen, in which provisions are dressed for all
the prisoners gratis, at the expense of the publican.  Here the voice of
misery never complains; and, indeed, little else is to be heard but the
sounds of mirth and jollity.

At the farther end of the street, on the right hand, is a little paved
court, leading to a separate building, consisting of twelve large
apartments, called state rooms, well furnished and fitted up for the
reception of the better sort of Crown prisoners; and, on the other side
of the street, facing a separate division of ground, called the common
side, is a range of rooms occupied by prisoners of the lowest order, who
share the profits of a begging-box, and are maintained by this practice,
and some established funds of charity.  We ought also to observe, that
the jail is provided with a neat chapel, in which a clergyman, in
consideration of a certain salary, performs divine service every Sunday.

Our adventurer, having searched the books, and perused the description of
all the female prisoners who had been for some weeks admitted into the
jail, obtained not the least intelligence of his concealed charmer, but
resolved to alleviate his disappointment by the gratification of his
curiosity.

Under the auspices of Mr. Norton, he made a tour of the prison, and, in
particular, visited the kitchen, where he saw a number of spits loaded
with a variety of provision, consisting of butchers' meat, poultry, and
game.  He could not help expressing his astonishment, with uplifted
hands, and congratulating himself in secret upon his being a member of
that community which had provided such a comfortable asylum for the
unfortunate.  His ejaculation was interrupted by a tumultuous noise in
the street; and Mr. Norton declaring he was sent for to the lodge,
consigned our hero to the care of one Mr. Felton, a prisoner of a very
decent appearance, who paid his compliments with a good grace, and
invited the company to repose themselves in his apartment, which was
large, commodious, and well furnished.  When Sir Launcelot asked the
cause of that uproar, he told him that it was the prelude to a boxing
match between two of the prisoners, to be decided in the ground or garden
of the place.

Captain Crowe, expressing an eager curiosity to see the battle, Mr.
Felton assured him there would be no sport, as the combatants were both
reckoned dunghills; "but, in half an hour," said he, "there will be a
battle of some consequence between two of the demagogues of the place,
Dr. Crabclaw and Mr. Tapley, the first a physician and the other a
brewer.  You must know, gentlemen, that this microcosm, or republic inn
miniature, is like the great world, split into factions.  Crabclaw is the
leader of one party, and the other is headed by Tapley; both are men of
warm and impetuous tempers, and their intrigues have embroiled the whole
place, insomuch that it was dangerous to walk the street on account of
the continual skirmishes of their partisans.  At length, some of the more
sedate inhabitants having met and deliberated upon some remedy for these
growing disorders, proposed that the dispute should be at once decided by
single combat between the two chiefs, who readily agreed to the proposal.
The match was accordingly made for five guineas, and this very day and
hour appointed for the trial, on which considerable sums of money are
depending.  As for Mr. Norton, it is not proper that he should be
present, or seem to countenance such violent proceedings, which, however,
it is necessary to connive at, as convenient vents for the evaporation of
those humours, which, being confined, might accumulate and break out with
greater fury in conspiracy and rebellion."

The knight owned he could not conceive by what means such a number of
licentious people, amounting, with their dependants, to above five
hundred, were restrained within the bounds of any tolerable discipline,
or prevented from making their escape, which they might at any time
accomplish, either by stealth or open violence; as it could not be
supposed that one or two turnkeys, continually employed in opening and
shutting the door, could resist the efforts of a whole multitude.

"Your wonder, good sir," said Mr. Felton, "will vanish, when you consider
it is hardly possible that the multitude should co-operate in the
execution of such a scheme; and that the keeper perfectly well
understands the maxim divide et impera.  Many prisoners are restrained by
the dictates of gratitude towards the deputy-marshal, whose friendship
and good offices they have experienced; some no doubt are actuated by
motives of discretion.  One party is an effectual check upon the other;
and I am firmly persuaded that there are not ten prisoners within the
place that would make their escape, if the doors were laid open.  This is
a step which no man would take, unless his fortune was altogether
desperate; because it would oblige him to leave his country for life, and
expose him to the most imminent risk of being retaken and treated with
the utmost severity.  The majority of the prisoners live in the most
lively hope of being released by the assistance of their friends, the
compassion of their creditors, or the favour of the legislature.  Some
who are cut off from all these proposals are become naturalised to the
place, knowing they cannot subsist in any other situation.  I myself am
one of these.  After having resigned all my effects for the benefit of my
creditors, I have been detained these nine years in prison, because one
person refuses to sign my certificate.  I have long outlived all my
friends from whom I could expect the least countenance or favour.  I am
grown old in confinement, and lay my account with ending my days in jail,
as the mercy of the legislature in favour of insolvent debtors is never
extended to uncertified bankrupts taken in execution.  By dint of
industry and the most rigid economy, I make shift to live independent in
this retreat.  To this scene my faculty of subsisting, as well as my
body, is peculiarly confined.  Had I an opportunity to escape, where
should I go?  All my views of fortune have been long blasted.  I have no
friends nor connexions in the world.  I must, therefore, starve in some
sequestered corner, or be recaptivated and confined for ever to close
prison, deprived of the indulgences which I now enjoy."

Here the conversation was broke off by another uproar, which was the
signal to battle between the doctor and his antagonist.  The company
immediately adjourned to the field, where the combatants were already
undressed, and the stakes deposited.  The doctor seemed of the middle age
and middle stature, active and alert, with an atrabilarious aspect, and a
mixture of rage and disdain expressed in his countenance.  The brewer was
large, raw-boned, and round as a butt of beer, but very fat, unwieldy,
short-winded, and phlegmatic.  Our adventurer was not a little surprised
when he beheld, in the character of seconds, a male and female stripped
naked from the waist upwards, the latter ranging on the side of the
physician; but the commencement of the battle prevented his demanding of
his guide an explanation of this phenomenon.  The doctor retiring some
paces backwards, threw himself into the attitude of a battering-ram, and
rushed upon his antagonist with great impetuosity, foreseeing, that,
should he have the good fortune to overturn him in the first assault, it
would not be an easy task to raise him up again, and put him in a
capacity of offence.  But the momentum of Crabclaw's head, and the
concomitant efforts of his knuckles, had no effect upon the ribs of
Tapley, who stood firm as the Acroceraunian promontory; and stepping
forward with his projected fist, something smaller and softer than a
sledge-hammer, struck the physician to the ground.

In a trice, however, by the assistance of his female second, he was on
his legs again, and grappling with his antagonist, endeavoured to tip
him a fall, but instead of accomplishing his purpose, he received a
cross-buttock, and the brewer throwing himself upon him as he fell, had
well-nigh smothered him on the spot.  The amazon flew to his assistance,
and Tapley showing no inclination to get up, she smote him on the temple
till he roared.  The male second hastening to the relief of his
principal, made application to the eyes of the female, which were
immediately surrounded with black circles; and she returned the salute
with a blow, which brought a double stream of blood from his nostrils,
greeting him at the same time with the opprobrious appellation of a lousy
son of a b---h.  A combat more furious than the first would now have
ensued, had not Felton interposed with an air of authority, and insisted
on the man's leaving the field, an injunction which he forthwith obeyed,
saying, "Well, damme, Felton, you're my friend and commander; I'll obey
your order--but the b---h will be foul of me before we sleep."--Then
Felton advancing to his opponent, "Madam," said he, "I'm very sorry to
see a lady of your rank and qualifications expose yourself in this manner
--for God's sake, behave with a little more decorum, if not for the sake
of your own family, at least for the credit of your sex in general."--
"Hark ye, Felton," said she, "decorum is founded upon a delicacy of
sentiment and deportment, which cannot consist with the disgraces of a
jail, and the miseries of indigence.--But I see the dispute is now
terminated, and the money is to be drank; if you'll dine with us you
shall be welcome; if not, you may die in your sobriety, and be d--ned."

By this time the doctor had given out, and allowed the brewer to be the
better man; yet he would not honour the festival with his presence, but
retired to his chamber, exceedingly mortified at his defeat. Our hero was
reconducted to Mr. Felton's apartment, where he sat some time without
opening his mouth, so astonished he was at what he had seen and heard.
"I perceive, sir," said the prisoner, "you are surprised at the manner in
which I accosted that unhappy woman; and perhaps you will be more
surprised when you hear that within these eighteen months she was
actually a person of fashion, and her opponent, who by the bye is her
husband, universally respected as a man of honour and a brave officer."--
"I am, indeed," cried our hero, "overwhelmed with amazement and concern,
as well as stimulated by an eager curiosity to know the fatal causes
which have produced such a reverse of character and fortune.  But I will
rein my curiosity till the afternoon, if you will favour me with your
company at a tavern in the neighbourhood, where I have bespoke dinner, a
favour which I hope Mr. Norton will have no objection to your granting,
as he himself is to be of the party."--The prisoner thanked him for his
kind invitation, and they adjourned immediately to the place, taking up
the deputy-marshal in their passage through the lodge or entrance of the
prison.




CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CONTAINING FURTHER ANECDOTES RELATING TO THE CHILDREN ON WRETCHEDNESS.


Dinner being cheerfully discussed, and our adventurer expressing an eager
desire to know the history of the male and female who had acted as
squires or seconds to the champions of the King's Bench, Felton gratified
his curiosity to this effect:

"All that I know of Captain Clewline, previous to his commitment, is,
that he was a commander of a sloop of war, and bore the reputation of a
gallant officer; that he married the daughter of a rich merchant in the
city of London, against the inclination and without the knowledge of her
father, who renounced her for this act of disobedience; that the captain
consoled himself for the rigour of the parent, with the possession of the
lady, who was not only remarkably beautiful in person, but highly
accomplished in her mind, and amiable in her disposition.  Such, a few
months ago, were those two persons whom you saw acting in such a vulgar
capacity.  When they first entered the prison, they were undoubtedly the
handsomest couple mine eyes ever beheld, and their appearance won
universal respect even from the most brutal inhabitants of the jail.

"The captain, having unwarily involved himself as a security for a man to
whom he had lain under obligations, became liable for a considerable sum,
and his own father-in-law being the sole creditor of the bankrupt, took
this opportunity of wreaking vengeance upon him for having espoused his
daughter.  He watched an opportunity until the captain had actually
stepped into the post-chaise with his lady for Portsmouth, where his ship
lay, and caused him to be arrested in the most public and shameful
manner.  Mrs. Clewline had like to have sunk under the first transports
of her grief and mortification; but these subsiding, she had recourse to
personal solicitation.  She went with her only child in her arms, a
lovely boy, to her father's door, and, being denied admittance, kneeled
down in the street, imploring his compassion in the most pathetic strain;
but this hard-hearted citizen, instead of recognising his child, and
taking the poor mourner to his bosom, insulted her from the window with
the most bitter reproach, saying, among other shocking expressions,
'Strumpet, take yourself away with your brat, otherwise I shall send for
the beadle, and have you to Bridewell.'

"The unfortunate lady was cut to the heart by this usage, and fainted in
the street, from whence she was conveyed to a public-house by the charity
of some passengers.  She afterwards attempted to soften the barbarity of
her father by repeated letters, and by interesting some of his friends to
intercede with him in her behalf; but all her endeavours proving
ineffectual, she accompanied her husband to the prison of the King's
Bench, where she must have felt, in the severest manner, the fatal
reverse of circumstance to which she was exposed.

"The captain being disabled from going to sea, was superseded, and he saw
all his hopes blasted in the midst of an active war, at a time when he
had the fairest prospects of fame and fortune.  He saw himself reduced to
extreme poverty, cooped up with the tender partner of his heart in a
wretched hovel, amidst the refuse of mankind, and on the brink of wanting
the common necessaries of life.  The mind of man is ever ingenious in
finding resources.  He comforted his lady with vain hopes of having
friends who would effect his deliverance, and repeated assurances of this
kind so long, that he at length began to think they were not altogether
void of foundation.

"Mrs. Clewline, from a principle of duty, recollected all her fortitude,
that she might not only bear her fate with patience, but even contribute
to alleviate the woes of her husband, whom her affection had ruined.  She
affected to believe the suggestions of his pretended hope; she
interchanged with him assurances of better fortune; her appearance
exhibited a calm, while her heart was torn with anguish.  She assisted
him in writing letters to former friends, the last consolation of the
wretched prisoner; she delivered these letters with her own hand, and
underwent a thousand mortifying repulses, the most shocking circumstances
of which she concealed from her husband.  She performed all the menial
offices in her own little family, which was maintained by pawning her
apparel; and both the husband and wife, in some measure, sweetened their
cares by prattling and toying with their charming little boy, on whom
they doated with an enthusiasm of fondness.  Yet even this pleasure was
mingled with the most tender and melancholy regret.  I have seen the
mother hang over him, with the most affecting expression of this kind in
her aspect, the tears contending with the smiles upon her countenance,
while she exclaimed, 'Alas! my poor prisoner, little did your mother once
think she should be obliged to nurse you in a jail.'  The captain's
paternal love was dashed with impatience; he would snatch up the boy in a
transport of grief, press him to his breast, devour him as it were with
kisses, throw up his eyes to heaven in the most emphatic silence, then
convey the child hastily to his mother's arms, pull his hat over his
eyes, stalk out into the common walk, and, finding himself alone, break
out into tears and lamentation.

"Ah! little did this unhappy couple know what further griefs awaited
them!  The smallpox broke out in the prison, and poor Tommy Clewline was
infected.  As the eruption appeared unfavourable, you may conceive the
consternation with which they were overwhelmed.  Their distress was
rendered inconceivable by indigence; for by this time they were so
destitute, that they could neither pay for common attendance, nor procure
proper advice.  I did on that occasion what I thought my duty towards my
fellow-creatures.  I wrote to a physician of my acquaintance, who was
humane enough to visit the poor little patient; I engaged a careful
woman-prisoner as a nurse, and Mr. Norton supplied them with money and
necessaries.  These helps were barely sufficient to preserve them from
the horrors of despair, when they saw their little darling panting under
the rage of a loathsome pestilential malady, during the excessive heat of
the dog-days, and struggling for breath in the noxious atmosphere of a
confined cabin, where they scarce had room to turn on the most necessary
occasions.  The eager curiosity with which the mother eyed the doctor's
looks as often as he visited the boy; the terror and trepidation of the
father, while he desired to know his opinion; in a word, the whole tenor
of their distress baffled all description.

"At length the physician, for the sake of his own character, was obliged
to be explicit; and, returning with the captain to the common walk, told
him, in my hearing, that the child could not possibly recover.  This
sentence seemed to have petrified the unfortunate parent, who stood
motionless, and seemingly bereft of sense.  I led him to my apartment,
where he sat a full hour in that state of stupefaction; then he began to
groan hideously, a shower of tears burst from his eyes, he threw himself
on the floor, and uttered the most piteous lamentation that ever was
heard.  Meanwhile, Mrs. Norton being made acquainted with the doctor's
prognostic, visited Mrs. Clewline, and invited her to the lodge.  Her
prophetic fears immediately took the alarm.  'What!' cried she, starting
up with a frantic wildness in her looks, 'then our case is desperate--I
shall lose my dear Tommy!--the poor prisoner will be released by the hand
of Heaven!--Death will convey him to the cold grave!'  The dying innocent
hearing this exclamation, pronounced these words, 'Tommy won't leave you,
my dear mamma; if death comes to take Tommy, papa shall drive him away
with his sword.'  This address deprived the wretched mother of all
resignation to the will of Providence.  She tore her hair, dashed herself
on the pavement, shrieked aloud, and was carried off in a deplorable
state of distraction.

"That same evening the lovely babe expired, and the father grew frantic.
He made an attempt on his own life; and, being with difficulty
restrained, his agitation sunk into a kind of sullen insensibility, which
seemed to absorb all sentiment, and gradually vulgarised his faculty of
thinking.  In order to dissipate the violence of his sorrow, he
continually shifted the scene from one company to another, contracted
abundance of low connexions, and drowned his cares in repeated
intoxication.  The unhappy lady underwent a long series of hysterical
fits and other complaints, which seemed to have a fatal effect on her
brain as well as constitution.  Cordials were administered to keep up her
spirits; and she found it necessary to protract the use of them to blunt
the edge of grief, by overwhelming reflection, and remove the sense of
uneasiness arising from a disorder in her stomach.  In a word, she became
an habitual dram-drinker; and this practice exposed her to such
communication as debauched her reason, and perverted her sense of decorum
and propriety.  She and her husband gave a loose to vulgar excess, in
which they were enabled to indulge by the charity and interest of some
friends, who obtained half-pay for the captain.

"They are now metamorphosed into the shocking creatures you have seen; he
into a riotous plebeian, and she into a ragged trull.  They are both
drunk every day, quarrel and fight one with another, and often insult
their fellow-prisoners.  Yet they are not wholly abandoned by virtue and
humanity.  The captain is scrupulously honest in all his dealings, and
pays off his debts punctually every quarter, as soon as he receives his
half-pay.  Every prisoner in distress is welcome to share his money while
it lasts; and his wife never fails, while it is in her power, to relieve
the wretched; so that their generosity, even in this miserable disguise,
is universally respected by their neighbours.  Sometimes the recollection
of their former rank comes over them like a qualm, which they dispel with
brandy, and then humorously rally one another on their mutual degeneracy.
She often stops me in the walk, and, pointing to the captain, says, 'My
husband, though he is become a blackguard jail-bird, must be allowed to
be a handsome fellow still.'--On the other hand, he will frequently
desire me to take notice of his rib, as she chances to pass.--'Mind that
draggle-tailed drunken drab,' he will say; 'what an antidote it is--yet,
for all that, Felton, she was a fine woman when I married her--Poor Bess,
I have been the ruin of her, that is certain, and deserve to be d--ned
for bringing her to this pass.'

"Thus they accommodate themselves to each other's infirmities, and pass
their time not without some taste of plebeian enjoyment--but, name their
child, they never fail to burst into tears, and still feel a return of
the most poignant sorrow."

Sir Launcelot Greaves did not hear this story unmoved.  Tom Clarke's
cheeks were bedewed with the drops of sympathy, while, with much sobbing,
he declared his opinion, that an action should lie against the lady's
father.

Captain Crowe having listened to the story with uncommon attention,
expressed his concern that an honest seaman should be so taken in stays;
but he imputed all his calamities to the wife.  "For why?" said he; "a
seafaring man may have a sweetheart in every port; but he should steer
clear of a wife, as he would avoid a quicksand.--You see, brother, how
this here Clewline lags astern in the wake of a snivelling b---h;
otherwise he would never make a weft in his ensign for the loss of a
child--odds heart! he could have done no more if he had sprung a
top-mast, or started a timber."

The knight declaring that he would take another view of the prison in the
afternoon, Mr. Felton insisted upon his doing him the honour to drink a
dish of tea in his apartment, and Sir Launcelot accepted his invitation.
Thither they, accordingly repaired, after having made another circuit of
the jail, and the tea-things were produced by Mrs. Felton, when she was
summoned to the door, and in a few minutes returning, communicated
something in a whisper to her husband.  He changed colour, and repaired
to the staircase, where he was heard to talk aloud in an angry tone.

When he came back, he told the company he had been teased by a very
importunate beggar.  Addressing himself to our adventurer, "You took
notice," says he, "of a fine lady flaunting about our walk in all the
frippery of the fashion.  She was lately a gay young widow that made a
great figure at the court-end of the town; she distinguished herself by
her splendid equipage, her rich liveries, her brilliant assemblies, her
numerous routs, and her elegant taste in dress and furniture.  She is
nearly related to some of the best families in England, and, it must be
owned, mistress of many fine accomplishments.  But being deficient in
true delicacy, she endeavoured to hide that defect by affectation.  She
pretended to a thousand antipathies which did not belong to her nature.
A breast of veal threw her into mortal agonies; if she saw a spider, she
screamed; and at sight of a mouse she fainted away.  She could not,
without horror, behold an entire joint of meat; and nothing but
fricassees and other made dishes were seen upon her table.  She caused
all her floors to be lined with green baize, that she might trip along
there with more ease and pleasure.  Her footmen wore clogs, which were
deposited in the hall, and both they and her chairmen were laid under the
strongest injunctions to avoid porter and tobacco.  Her jointure amounted
to eight hundred pounds per annum, and she made shift to spend four times
that sum.  At length it was mortgaged for nearly the entire value; but,
far from retrenching, she seemed to increase in extravagance, until her
effects were taken in execution, and her person here deposited in safe
custody.

"When one considers the abrupt transition she underwent from her spacious
apartments to an hovel scarce eight feet square; from sumptuous furniture
to bare benches; from magnificence to meanness; from affluence to extreme
poverty; one would imagine she must have been totally overwhelmed by such
a sudden gush of misery.  But this was not the case.  She has, in fact,
no delicate feelings.  She forthwith accommodated herself to the exigency
of her fortune; yet she still affects to keep state amidst the miseries
of a jail; and this affectation is truly ridiculous.  She lies a-bed till
two o'clock in the afternoon.  She maintains a female attendant for the
sole purpose of dressing her person.  Her cabin is the least cleanly in
the whole prison; she has learned to eat bread and cheese and drink
porter; but she always appears once a day dressed in the pink of the
fashion.  She has found means to run in debt at the chandler's shop, the
baker's, and the tap-house, though there is nothing got in this place but
with ready money.  She has even borrowed small sums from divers
prisoners, who were themselves on the brink of starving.  She takes
pleasure in being surrounded with duns, observing, that by such people a
person of fashion is to be distinguished.  She writes circular letters to
her former friends and acquaintance, and by this method has raised pretty
considerable contributions; for she writes in a most elegant and
irresistible style.  About a fortnight ago she received a supply of
twenty guineas; when, instead of paying her little jail-debts, or
withdrawing any part of her apparel from pawn, she laid out the whole sum
in a fashionable suit and laces; and next day borrowed of me a shilling
to purchase a neck of mutton for her dinner.  She seems to think her rank
in life entitles her to this kind of assistance.  She talks very
pompously of her family and connexions, by whom however she has been long
renounced.  She has no sympathy nor compassion for the distresses of her
fellow-creatures; but she is perfectly well bred; she bears a repulse the
best of any woman I ever knew; and her temper has never been once ruffled
since her arrival at the King's Bench.  She now entreated me to lend her
half-a-guinea, for which she said she had the most pressing occasion, and
promised upon her honour it should be repaid to-morrow; but I lent a deaf
ear to her request, and told her in plain terms that her honour was
already bankrupt."

Sir Launcelot, thrusting his hand mechanically into his pocket, pulled
out a couple of guineas, and desired Felton to accommodate her with that
trifle in his own name; but he declined the proposal, and refused to
touch the money.  "God forbid," said he, "that I should attempt to thwart
your charitable intention; but this, my good sir, is no object--she has
many resources.  Neither should we number the clamorous beggar among
those who really feel distress; he is generally gorged with bounty
misapplied.  The liberal hand of charity should be extended to modest
want that pines in silence, encountering cold, nakedness, and hunger, and
every species of distress.  Here you may find the wretch of keen
sensations blasted by accident in the blossom of his fortune, shivering
in the solitary recess of indigence, disdaining to beg, and even ashamed
to let his misery be known.  Here you may see the parent who has known
happier times, surrounded by his tender offspring, naked and forlorn,
demanding food, which his circumstances cannot afford.

"That man of decent appearance and melancholy aspect, who lifted his hat
as you passed him in the yard, is a person of unblemished character.  He
was a reputable tradesman in the city, and failed through inevitable
losses.  A commission of bankruptcy was taken out against him by his sole
creditor, a quaker, who refused to sign his certificate.  He has lived
three years in prison, with a wife and five small children.  In a little
time after his commitment, he had friends who offered to pay ten
shillings in the pound of what he owed, and to give security for paying
the remainder in three years by instalments.  The honest quaker did not
charge the bankrupt with any dishonest practices, but he rejected the
proposal with the most mortifying indifference, declaring that he did not
want his money.  The mother repaired to his house, and kneeling before
him with her five lovely children, implored mercy with tears and
exclamations.  He stood this scene unmoved, and even seemed to enjoy the
prospect, wearing the looks of complacency, while his heart was steeled
with rancour.  'Woman,' said he, 'these be hopeful babes, if they were
duly nurtured.  Go thy ways in peace; I have taken my resolution.'  Her
friends maintained the family for some time; but it is not in human
charity to persevere; some of them died, some of them grew unfortunate,
some of them fell off, and now the poor man is reduced to the extremity
of indigence, from whence he has no prospect of being retrieved.  The
fourth part of what you would have bestowed upon the lady would make this
poor man and his family sing with joy."

He had scarce pronounced these words, when our hero desired the man might
be called, and in a few minutes he entered the apartment with a low
obeisance.  "Mr. Coleby," said the knight, "I have heard how cruelly you
have been used by your creditor, and beg you will accept this trifling
present, if it can be of any service to you in your distress."  So
saying, he put five guineas into his hand.  The poor man was so
confounded at such an unlooked-for acquisition, that he stood motionless
and silent, unable to thank the donor; and Mr. Felton conveyed him to the
door, observing that his heart was too full for utterance.  But in a
little time his wife bursting into the room with her five children,
looked around, and going up to Sir Launcelot without any direction,
exclaimed, "This is the angel sent by Providence to succour me and my
poor innocents."  Then falling at his feet, she pressed his hand and
bathed it with her tears.  He raised her up with that complacency which
was natural to his disposition.  He kissed all her children, who were
remarkably handsome and neatly kept, though in homely apparel; and,
giving her his direction, assured her she might always apply to him in
her distress.

After her departure, he produced a bank-note of twenty pounds, and would
have deposited it in the hands of Mr. Felton, to be distributed in
charities among the objects of the place; but he desired it might be left
with Mr. Norton, who was the proper person for managing his benevolence,
and he promised to assist the deputy with his advice in laying it out.




CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

IN WHICH CAPTAIN CROWE IS SUBLIMED INTO THE REGIONS ON ASTROLOGY.


Three whole days had our adventurer prosecuted his inquiry about the
amiable Aurelia, whom he sought in every place of public and of private
entertainment or resort, without obtaining the least satisfactory
intelligence, when he received one evening, from the hands of a porter,
who instantly vanished, the following billet:

"If you would learn the particulars of Miss Darnel's fate fail not to be
in the fields by the Foundling Hospital, precisely at seven o'clock this
evening, when you shall be met by a person who will give you the
satisfaction you desire, together with his reason for addressing you in
this mysterious manner."

Had this intimation concerned any other subject, perhaps the knight would
have deliberated with himself in what manner he should take a hint so
darkly communicated.  But his eagerness to retrieve the jewel he had lost
divested him of all his caution; the time of assignation was already at
hand, and neither the captain nor his nephew could be found to accompany
him, had he been disposed to make use of their attendance.  He therefore,
after a moment's hesitation, repaired to the place appointed, in the
utmost agitation and anxiety, lest the hour should be elapsed before his
arrival.

Crowe was one of those defective spirits who cannot subsist for any
length of time on their own bottoms.  He wanted a familiar prop, upon
which he could disburden his cares, his doubts, and his humours; an
humble friend who would endure his caprices, and with whom he could
communicate, free of all reserve and restraint.  Though he loved his
nephew's person, and admired his parts, he considered him often as a
little petulant jackanapes, who presumed upon his superior understanding;
and as for Sir Launcelot, there was something in his character that
overawed the seaman, and kept him at a disagreeable distance.  He had, in
this dilemma, cast his eyes upon Timothy Crabshaw, and admitted him to a
considerable share of familiarity and fellowship.  These companions had
been employed in smoking a social pipe at an alehouse in the
neighbourhood, when the knight made his excursion; and returning to the
house about supper-time, found Mr. Clarke in waiting.

The young lawyer was alarmed when he heard the hour of ten, without
seeing our adventurer, who had been used to be extremely regular in his
economy; and the captain and he supped in profound silence.  Finding,
upon inquiry among the servants, that the knight went out abruptly, in
consequence of having received a billet, Tom began to be visited with the
apprehension of a duel, and sat the best part of the night by his uncle,
sweating with the expectation of seeing our hero brought home a
breathless corpse.  But no tidings of him arriving, he, about two in the
morning, repaired to his own lodging, resolved to publish a description
of Sir Launcelot in the newspapers, if he should not appear next day.

Crowe did not pass the time without uneasiness.  He was extremely
concerned at the thought of some mischief having befallen his friend and
patron; and he was terrified with the apprehensions, that, in case Sir
Launcelot was murdered, his spirit might come and give him notice of his
fate.  Now he had an insuperable aversion to all correspondence with the
dead; and taking it for granted that the spirit of his departed friend
could not appear to him except when he should be alone, and a-bed in the
dark, he determined to pass the remainder of the night without going to
bed.  For this purpose, his first care was to visit the garret, in which
Timothy Crabshaw lay fast asleep, snoring with his mouth wide open.  Him
the captain with difficulty roused, by dint of promising to regale him
with a bowl of rum punch in the kitchen, where the fire, which had been
extinguished, was soon rekindled.  The ingredients were fetched from a
public-house in the neighbourhood; for the captain was too proud to use
his interest in the knight's family, especially at these hours, when all
the rest of the servants had retired to their repose; and he and Timothy
drank together until daybreak, the conversation turning upon hobgoblins,
and God's revenge against murder.

The cookmaid lay in a little apartment contiguous to the kitchen; and
whether disturbed by these horrible tales of apparitions, or titillated
by the savoury steams that issued from the punch-bowl, she made a virtue
of necessity, or appetite, and dressing herself in the dark, suddenly
appeared before them to the no small perturbation of both.  Timothy, in
particular, was so startled, that, in his endeavours to make a hasty
retreat towards the chimney-corner, he overturned the table; the liquor
was spilt, but the bowl was saved by falling on a heap of ashes.  Mrs.
Cook having reprimanded him for his foolish fear, declared, she had got
up betimes, in order to scour her saucepans; and the captain proposed to
have the bowl replenished, if materials could be procured.  This
difficulty was overcome by Crabshaw; and they sat down with their new
associate to discuss the second edition.

The knight's sudden disappearing being brought upon the carpet, their
female companion gave it as her opinion, that nothing would be so likely
to bring this affair to light, as going to a cunning man, whom she had
lately consulted about a silver spoon that was mislaid, and who told her
all the things that she ever did, and ever would happen to her through
the whole course of her life.

Her two companions pricked up their ears at this intelligence; and Crowe
asked if the spoon had been found.  She answered in the affirmative; and
said the cunning man described to a hair the person that should be her
true lover, and her wedded husband; that he was a seafaring man; that he
was pretty well stricken in years--a little passionate or so; and that he
went with his fingers clinched like, as it were.  The captain began to
sweat at this description, and mechanically thrust his hands into his
pockets; while Crabshaw pointing to him, told her he believed she had got
the right sow by the ear.  Crowe grumbled, that mayhap for all that he
should not be brought up by such a grappling neither.  Then he asked if
this cunning man dealt with the devil, declaring, in that case, he would
keep clear of him; for why? because he must have sold himself to Old
Scratch; and, being a servant of the devil, how could he be a good
subject to his majesty?  Mrs. Cook assured him, the conjurer was a good
Christian; and that he gained all his knowledge by conversing with the
stars and planets.  Thus satisfied, the two friends resolved to consult
him as soon as it should be light; and being directed to the place of his
habitation, set out for it by seven in the morning.

They found the house forsaken, and had already reached the end of the
lane in their return, when they were accosted by an old woman, who gave
them to understand, that if they had occasion for the advice of a
fortune-teller, as she did suppose they had, from their stopping at the
house where Dr. Grubble lived, she would conduct them to a person of much
more eminence in that profession; at the same time she informed them,
that the said Grubble had been lately sent to Bridewell; a circumstance
which, with all his art, he had not been able to foresee.  The captain,
without any scruple, put himself and his companion under convoy of this
beldame, who, through many windings and turnings, brought them to the
door of a ruinous house, standing in a blind alley; which door having
opened with a key drawn from her pocket, she introduced them into a
parlour, where they saw no other furniture than a naked bench, and some
frightful figures on the bare walls, drawn or rather scrawled with
charcoal.

Here she left them locked in, until she should give the doctor notice of
their arrival; and they amused themselves with decyphering these
characters and hieroglyphics.  The first figure that engaged their
attention was that of a man hanging upon a gibbet, which both considered
as an unfavourable omen, and each endeavoured to avert from his own
person.  Crabshaw observed, that the figure so suspended was clothed in a
sailor's jacket and trowsers; a truth which the captain could not deny,
but, on the other hand, he affirmed, that the said figure exhibited the
very nose and chin of Timothy, together with the hump on one shoulder.  A
warm dispute ensued, and being maintained with much acrimonious
altercation, might have dissolved the new-cemented friendship of those
two originals, had it not been interrupted by the old sibyl, who, coming
into the parlour, intimated that the doctor waited for them above.  She
likewise told them, that he never admitted more than one at a time.  This
hint occasioned a fresh contest.  The captain insisted upon Crabshaw's
making sail a-head, in order to look out afore; but Timothy persisted in
refusing this honour, declaring he did not pretend to lead, but he would
follow, as in duty bound.  The old gentlewoman abridged the ceremony by
leading out Crabshaw with one hand, and locking up Crowe with the other.

The former was dragged upstairs like a bear to the stake, not without
reluctance and terror, which did not at all abate at sight of the
conjurer, with whom he was immediately shut up by his conductress, after
she had told him in a whisper, that he must deposit a shilling in a
little black coffin, supported by a human skull and thigh-bones crossed,
on a stool covered with black baize, that stood in one corner of the
apartment.  The squire, having made this offer with fear and trembling,
ventured to survey the objects around him, which were very well
calculated to augment his confusion.  He saw divers skeletons hung by the
head, the stuffed skin of a young alligator, a calf with two heads, and
several snakes suspended from the ceiling, with the jaws of a shark, and
a starved weasel.  On another funeral table he beheld two spheres,
between which lay a book open, exhibiting outlandish characters, and
mathematical diagrams.  On one side stood an ink-standish with paper; and
behind this desk appeared the conjurer himself, in sable vestments, his
head so overshadowed with hair, that, far from contemplating his
features, Timothy could distinguish nothing but a long white beard,
which, for aught he knew, might have belonged to a four-legged goat, as
well as to a two-legged astrologer.

This apparition, which the squire did not eye without manifest
discomposure, extending a white wand, made certain evolutions over the
head of Timothy, and having muttered an ejaculation, commanded him, in a
hollow tone, to come forward and declare his name.  Crabshaw, thus
adjured, advanced to the altar; and, whether from design, or (which is
more probable) from confusion, answered, "Samuel Crowe."  The conjurer
taking up the pen, and making a few scratches on the paper, exclaimed, in
a terrific accent, "How! miscreant! attempt to impose upon the stars?--
You look more like a crab than a crow, and was born under the sign of
Cancer."  The squire, almost annihilated by this exclamation, fell upon
his knees, crying, "I pray yaw, my lord conjurer's worship, pardon my
ignorance, and down't go to baind me over to the Red Sea like--I'se a
poor Yorkshire tyke, and would no more cheat the stars, than I'd cheat my
own vather, as the saying is--a must be a good hand at trapping, that
catches the stars a napping--but as your honour's worship observed, my
name is Tim Crabshaw, of the East Raiding, groom and squair to Sir
Launcelot Greaves, baron knaight, and arrant-knaight, who ran mad for a
wench, as your worship's conjuration well knoweth.  The person below is
Captain Crowe; and we coom by Margery Cook's recommendation, to seek
after my master, who is gone away, or made away, the Lord he knows how
and where."

Here he was interrupted by the conjurer, who exhorted him to sit down and
compose himself till he should cast a figure; then he scrawled the paper,
and waving his wand, repeated abundance of gibberish concerning the
number, the names, the houses, and revolutions of the planets, with their
conjunctions, oppositions, signs, circles; cycles, trines, and trigons.
When he perceived that this artifice had its proper effect in disturbing
the brain of Crabshaw, he proceeded to tell him from the stars, that his
name was Crabshaw, or Crabscaw; that he was born in the East Riding of
Yorkshire, of poor, yet honest parents, and had some skill in horses; and
that he served a gentleman whose name began with the letter G--, which
gentleman had run mad for love, and left his family; but whether he would
return alive or dead, the stars had not yet determined.

Poor Timothy was thunderstruck to find the conjurer acquainted with all
these circumstances, and begged to know if he might be so bauld as to ax
a question or two about his own fortune.  The astrologer pointing to the
little coffin, our squire understood the hint, and deposited another
shilling.  The sage had recourse to his book, erected another scheme,
performed once more his airy evolutions with the wand, and having recited
another mystical preamble, expounded the book of fate in these words:
"You shall neither die by war nor water, by hunger or by thirst, nor be
brought to the grave by old age or distemper; but, let me see--ay, the
stars will have it so--you shall be--exalted--hah!--ay, that is--hanged
for horse-stealing."--"O good my lord conjurer!" roared the squire, "I'd
as lief give forty shillings as be hanged."--"Peace, sirrah!" cried the
other; "would you contradict or reverse the immutable decrees of fate?
Hanging is your destiny, and hanged you shall be--and comfort yourself
with the reflection, that as you are not the first, so neither will you
be the last to swing on Tyburn tree."  This comfortable assurance
composed the mind of Timothy, and in a great measure reconciled him to
the prediction.  He now proceeded in a whining tone, to ask whether he
should suffer for the first fact; whether it would be for a horse or a
mare, and of what colour, that he might know when his hour was come.  The
conjurer gravely answered, that he would steal a dappled gelding on a
Wednesday, be cast at the Old Bailey on Thursday, and suffer on a Friday;
and he strenuously recommended it to him to appear in the cart with a
nosegay in one hand, and the Whole Duty of Man in the other.  "But if in
case it should be in the winter," said the squire, "when a nosegay can't
be had?"--"Why, then," replied the conjurer, "an orange will do as well."

These material points being adjusted to the entire satisfaction of
Timothy, he declared he would bestow another shilling to know the fortune
of an old companion, who truly did not deserve so much at his hands, but
he could not help loving him better than e'er a friend he had in the
world.  So saying, he dropped a third offering in the coffin, and desired
to know the fate of his horse Gilbert.  The astrologer having again
consulted his art, pronounced that Gilbert would die of the staggers, and
his carcase be given to the hounds; a sentence which made a much deeper
impression upon Crabshaw's mind, than did the prediction of his own
untimely and disgraceful fate.  He shed a plenteous shower of tears, and
his grief broke forth in some passionate expressions of tenderness.  At
length he told the astrologer he would go and send up the captain, who
wanted to consult him about Margery Cook, because as how she had informed
him that Dr. Grubble had described just such another man as the captain
for her true love; and he had no great stomach to the match, if so be as
the stars were not bent upon their coming together.

Accordingly the squire being dismissed by the conjurer, descended to the
parlour with a rueful length of face, which being perceived by the
captain, he demanded, "What cheer, ho?" with some signs of apprehension.
Crabshaw making no return to this salute, he asked if the conjurer had
taken an observation, and told him anything.  Then the other replied, he
had told him more than he desired to know.  "Why, an that be the case,"
said the seaman, "I have no occasion to go aloft this trip, brother."

This evasion would not serve his turn.  Old Tisiphone was at hand, and
led him up growling into the hall of audience, which he did not examine
without trepidation.  Having been directed to the coffin, where he
presented half a crown, in hope of rendering the fates more propitious,
the usual ceremony was performed, and the doctor addressed him in these
words: "Approach, Raven."  The captain advancing, "You an't much
mistaken, brother," said he, "heave your eye into the binnacle, and box
your compass, you'll find I'm a Crowe, not a Raven, thof indeed they be
both fowls of a feather, as the saying is."--"I know it," cried the
conjurer, "thou art a northern crow,--a sea-crow; not a crow of prey, but
a crow to be preyed upon;--a crow to be plucked,--to be flayed,--to be
basted,--to be broiled by Margery upon the gridiron of matrimony."  The
novice changing colour at this denunciation, "I do understand your
signals, brother," said he, "and if it be set down in the log-book of
fate that we must grapple, why then 'ware timbers.  But as I know how the
land lies, d'ye see, and the current of my inclination sets me off, I
shall haul up close to the wind, and mayhap we shall clear Cape Margery.
But howsomever, we shall leave that reef in the fore top-sail.--I was
bound upon another voyage, d'ye see--to look and to see, and to know if
so be as how I could pick up any intelligence along shore concerning my
friend Sir Launcelot, who slipped his cable last night, and has lost
company, d'ye see."

"What!" exclaimed the cunning man; "art thou a crow, and canst not smell
carrion?  If thou wouldst grieve for Greaves, behold his naked carcase
lies unburied, to feed the kites, the crows, the gulls, the rooks, and
ravens."--"What! broach'd to?"  "Dead as a boil'd lobster."--"Odd's
heart, friend, these are the heaviest tidings I have heard these seven
long years--there must have been deadly odds when he lowered his
top-sails--smite my eyes!  I had rather the Mufti had foundered at sea,
with myself and all my generation on board--well fare thy soul, flower of
the world! had honest Sam Crowe been within hail--but what signifies
palavering?"  Here the tears of unaffected sorrow flowed plentifully down
the furrows of the seaman's cheeks;--then his grief giving way to his
indignation, "Hark ye, brother conjurer," said he, "you can spy foul
weather before it comes, d--n your eyes! why did not you give us warning
of this here squall?  B--st my limbs!  I'll make you give an account of
this here d--ned, horrid, confounded murder, d'ye see--mayhap you
yourself was concerned, d'ye see.--For my own part, brother, I put my
trust in God, and steer by the compass, and I value not your paw-wawing
and your conjuration of a rope's end, d'ye see."

The conjurer was by no means pleased, either with the matter or the
manner of this address.  He therefore began to soothe the captain's
choler, by representing that he did not pretend to omniscience, which was
the attribute of God alone; that human art was fallible and imperfect;
and all that it could perform was to discover certain partial
circumstances of any particular object to which its inquiries were
directed.  That being questioned by the other man concerning the cause of
his master's disappearing, he had exercised his skill upon the subject,
and found reason to believe that Sir Launcelot was assassinated; that he
should think himself happy in being the instrument of bringing the
murderers to justice, though he foresaw they would of themselves save him
that trouble; for they would quarrel about dividing the spoil, and one
would give information against the other.

The prospect of this satisfaction appeased the resentment, and, in some
measure, mitigated the grief of Captain Crowe, who took his leave without
much ceremony; and, being joined by Crabshaw, proceeded with a heavy
heart to the house of Sir Launcelot, where they found the domestics at
breakfast, without exhibiting the least symptom of concern for their
absent master.  Crowe had been wise enough to conceal from Crabshaw what
he had learned of the knight's fate.  This fatal intelligence he reserved
for the ear of his nephew, Mr. Clarke, who did not fail to attend him in
the forenoon.

As for the squire, he did nothing but ruminate in rueful silence upon the
dappled gelding, the nosegay, and the predicted fate of Gilbert.  Him he
forthwith visited in the stable, and saluted with the kiss of peace.
Then he bemoaned his fortune with tears, and by the sound of his own
lamentation was lulled asleep among the litter.




CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

IN WHICH THE CLOUDS THAT COVER THE CATASTROPHE BEGIN TO DISPERSE.


We must now leave Captain Crowe and his nephew Mr. Clarke, arguing with
great vehemence about the fatal intelligence obtained from the conjurer,
and penetrate at once the veil that concealed our hero.  Know then,
reader, that Sir Launcelot Greaves, repairing to the place described in
the billet which he had received, was accosted by a person muffled in a
cloak, who began to amuse him with a feigned story of Aurelia, to which,
while he listened with great attention, he found himself suddenly
surrounded by armed men, who seized and pinioned down his arms, took away
his sword, and conveyed him by force into a hackney-coach provided for
the purpose.  In vain he expostulated on this violence with three persons
who accompanied him in the vehicle.  He could not extort one word by way
of reply; and, from their gloomy aspects, he began to be apprehensive of
assassination.  Had the carriage passed through any frequented place, he
would have endeavoured to alarm the inhabitants, but it was already clear
of the town, and his conductors took care to avoid all villages and
inhabited houses.

After having travelled about two miles, the coach stopped at a large iron
gate, which being opened, our adventurer was led in silence through a
spacious house into a tolerably decent apartment, which he understood was
intended for his bed-chamber.  In a few minutes after his arrival, he was
visited by a man of no very prepossessing appearance, who endeavouring to
smooth his countenance, which was naturally stern, welcomed our
adventurer to his house; exhorted him to be of good cheer, assuring him
he should want for nothing, and desired to know what he would choose for
supper.

Sir Launcelot, in answer to this civil address, begged he would explain
the nature of his confinement, and the reasons for which his arms were
tied like those of the worst malefactor.  The other postponed till
to-morrow the explanation he demanded, but in the meantime unbound his
fetters, and, as he declined eating, left him alone to his repose.  He
took care, however, in retiring, to double lock the door of the room,
whose windows were grated on the outside with iron.

The knight, being thus abandoned to his own meditations, began to
ruminate on the present adventure with equal surprise and concern; but
the more he revolved circumstances, the more was he perplexed in his
conjectures.  According to the state of the mind, a very subtle
philosopher is often puzzled by a very plain proposition; and this was
the case of our adventurer.--What made the strongest impression upon his
mind was a notion that he was apprehended on suspicion of treasonable
practices, by a warrant from the Secretary of State, in consequence of
some false malicious information; and that his prison was no other than
the house of a messenger, set apart for the accommodation of suspected
persons.  In this opinion he comforted himself by recollecting his own
conscious innocence, and reflecting that he should be entitled to the
privilege of habeas corpus, as the act including that inestimable jewel
was happily not suspended at this time.

Consoled by this self-assurance, he quietly resigned himself to slumber;
but before he fell asleep, he was very disagreeably undeceived in his
conjecture.  His ears were all at once saluted with a noise from the next
room, conveyed in distinct bounces against the wainscot; then a hoarse
voice exclaimed, "Bring up the artillery--let Brutandorf's brigade
advance--detach my black hussars to ravage the country--let them be new
booted--take particular care of the spur-leathers--make a desert of
Lusatia--bombard the suburbs of Pera--go, tell my brother Henry to pass
the Elbe at Meissen with forty battalions and fifty squadrons--so ho, you
Major-General Donder, why don't you finish your second parallel?--send
hither the engineer Shittenback--I'll lay all the shoes in my shop, the
breach will be practicable in four-and-twenty hours--don't tell me of
your works; you and your works be d--n'd."

"Assuredly," cried another voice from a different quarter, "he that
thinks to be saved by works is in a state of utter reprobation--I myself
was a profane weaver, and trusted to the rottenness of works--I kept my
journeymen and 'prentices at constant work, and my heart was set upon the
riches of this world, which was a wicked work--but now I have got a
glimpse of the new light--I feel the operations of grace--I am of the new
birth--I abhor good works--I detest all working but the working of the
Spirit--avaunt, Satan--O! how I thirst for communication with our sister
Jolly."

"The communication is already open with the Marche," said the first, "but
as for thee, thou caitiff, who hast presumed to disparage my works, I'll
have thee rammed into a mortar with a double charge of powder, and thrown
into the enemy's quarters."

This dialogue operated like a train upon many other inhabitants of the
place; one swore he was within three vibrations of finding the longitude,
when this noise confounded his calculation; a second, in broken English,
complained he vas distorped in the moment of de proshection; a third, in
the character of His Holiness, denounced interdiction, excommunication,
and anathemas; and swore by St. Peter's keys, they should howl ten
thousand years in purgatory, without the benefit of a single mass.  A
fourth began to halloo in all the vociferation of a fox-hunter in the
chase; and in an instant the whole house was in an uproar.

The clamour, however, was of a short duration.  The different chambers
being opened successively, every individual was effectually silenced by
the sound of one cabalistical word, which was no other than Waistcoat.  A
charm which at once cowed the King of P----, dispossessed the fanatic,
dumbfounded the mathematician, dismayed the alchemist, deposed the Pope,
and deprived the squire of all utterance.

Our adventurer was no longer in doubt concerning the place to which he
had been conveyed; and the more he reflected on his situation, the more
he was overwhelmed with the most perplexing chagrin.  He could not
conceive by whose means he had been immured in a madhouse; but he
heartily repented of his knight-errantry, as a frolic which might have
very serious consequences, with respect to his future life and fortune.
After mature deliberation, he resolved to demean himself with the utmost
circumspection, well knowing that every violent transport would be
interpreted into an undeniable symptom of insanity.  He was not without
hope of being able to move his jailor by a due administration of that
which is generally more efficacious than all the flowers of elocution;
but when he rose in the morning, he found his pockets had been carefully
examined, and emptied of all his papers and cash.

The keeper entering, he inquired about these particulars, and was given
to understand, that they were all safe deposited for his use, to be
forthcoming at a proper season.  But, at present, as he should want
nothing, he had no occasion for money.  The knight acquiesced in this
declaration, and eat his breakfast in quiet.

About eleven, he received a visit from the physician, who contemplated
his looks with great solemnity; and having examined his pulse, shook
his head, saying, "Well, sir, how d'ye do?--come, don't be dejected--
everything is for the best--you are in very good hands, sir, I assure
you; and I dare say will refuse nothing that may be thought conducive to
the recovery of your health."

"Doctor," said our hero, "if it is not an improper question to ask, I
should be glad to know your opinion of my disorder."--"Oh! sir, as to
that," replied the physician, "your disorder is a--kind of a--sir, 'tis
very common in this country--a sort of a"----"Do you think my distemper
is madness, doctor?"--"O Lord, sir,--not absolute madness--no--not
madness--you have heard, no doubt, of what is called a weakness of the
nerves, sir,--though that is a very inaccurate expression; for this
phrase, denoting a morbid excess of sensation, seems to imply that
sensation itself is owing to the loose cohesion of those material
particles which constitute the nervous substance, inasmuch as the
quantity of every effect must be proportionable to its cause; now you'll
please to take notice, sir, if the case were really what these words seem
to import, all bodies, whose particles do not cohere with too great a
degree of proximity, would be nervous; that is, endued with sensation.
Sir, I shall order some cooling things to keep you in due temperature;
and you'll do very well--sir, your humble servant."

So saying, he retired, and our adventurer could not but think it was very
hard that one man should not dare to ask the most ordinary question
without being reputed mad, while another should talk nonsense by the
hour, and yet be esteemed as an oracle.

The master of the house finding Sir Launcelot so tame and tractable,
indulged him after dinner with a walk in a little private garden, under
the eye of a servant who followed him at a distance.  Here he was saluted
by a brother-prisoner, a man seemingly turned of thirty, tall and thin,
with staring eyes, a hook-nose, and a face covered with pimples.

The usual compliments having passed, the stranger, without further
ceremony, asked him if he would oblige him with a chew of tobacco, or
could spare him a mouthful of any sort of cordial, declaring he had not
tasted brandy since he came to the house.  The knight assured him it was
not in his power to comply with his request; and began to ask some
questions relating to the character of their landlord, which the stranger
represented in very unfavourable colours.  He described him as a ruffian,
capable of undertaking the darkest scenes of villany.  He said his house
was a repository of the most flagrant iniquities.  That it contained
fathers kidnapped by their children, wives confined by their husbands,
gentlemen of fortune sequestered by their relations, and innocent persons
immured by the malice of their adversaries.  He affirmed this was his own
case; and asked if our hero had never heard of Dick Distich, the poet and
satirist.  "Ben Bullock and I," said he, "were confident against the
world in arms--did you never see his ode to me beginning with 'Fair
blooming youth'?  We were sworn brothers, admired and praised, and quoted
each other, sir.  We denounced war against all the world, actors,
authors, and critics; and having drawn the sword, threw away the
scabbard--we pushed through thick and thin, hacked and hewed helter
skelter, and became as formidable to the writers of the age as the
Boeotian band of Thebes.  My friend Bullock, indeed, was once rolled in
the kennel; but soon

     He vig'rous rose, and from th' effluvia strong
     Imbib'd new life, and scour'd and stunk along.

"Here is a satire, which I wrote in an alehouse when I was drunk--I can
prove it by the evidence of the landlord and his wife; I fancy you'll own
I have some right to say with my friend Horace,

     Qui me commorit, (melius non tangere clamo,)
     Flebit, et insignis tota cantabitur urbe."

The knight, having perused the papers, declared his opinion that the
verses were tolerably good; but at the same time observed that the author
had reviled as ignorant dunces several persons who had writ with
reputation, and were generally allowed to have genius; a circumstance
that would detract more from his candour than could be allowed to his
capacity.

"D--n their genius!" cried the satirist, "a pack of impertinent rascals!
I tell you, sir, Ben Bullock and I had determined to crush all that were
not of our own party.  Besides, I said before, this piece was written in
drink."--"Was you drunk too when it was printed and published?"--"Yes,
the printer shall make affidavit that I was never otherwise than drunk or
maudlin, till my enemies, on pretence that my brain was turned, conveyed
me to this infernal mansion"--

"They seem to have been your best friends," said the knight, "and have
put the most tender interpretation on your conduct; for, waiving the plea
of insanity, your character must stand as that of a man who hath some
small share of genius, without an atom of integrity.  Of all those whom
Pope lashed in his Dunciad, there was not one who did not richly deserve
the imputation of dulness, and every one of them had provoked the
satirist by a personal attack.  In this respect the English poet was much
more honest than his French pattern Boileau, who stigmatised several men
of acknowledged genius; such as Quinault, Perrault, and the celebrated
Lulli; for which reason every man of a liberal turn must, in spite of all
his poetical merit, despise him as a rancorous knave.  If this
disingenuous conduct cannot be forgiven in a writer of his superior
genius, who will pardon it in you whose name is not half emerged from
obscurity?"

"Hark ye, friend," replied the bard, "keep your pardon and your counsel
for those who ask it; or, if you will force them upon people, take one
piece of advice in return.  If you don't like your present situation,
apply for a committee without delay.  They'll find you too much of a fool
to have the least tincture of madness; and you'll be released without
further scruple.  In that case I shall rejoice in your deliverance; you
will be freed from confinement, and I shall be happily deprived of your
conversation."

So saying, he flew off at a tangent, and our knight could not help
smiling at the peculiar virulence of his disposition.  Sir Launcelot then
endeavoured to enter into conversation with his attendant, by asking how
long Mr. Distich had resided in the house; but he might as well have
addressed himself to a Turkish mute.  The fellow either pretended
ignorance, or refused an answer to every question that was proposed.  He
would not even disclose the name of his landlord, nor inform him
whereabouts the house was situated.

Finding himself agitated with impatience and indignation, he returned to
his apartment, and the door being locked upon him, began to review, not
without horror, the particulars of his fate.  "How little reason," said
he to himself, "have we to boast of the blessings enjoyed by the British
subject, if he holds them on such a precarious tenure; if a man of rank
and property may be thus kidnapped even in the midst of the capital; if
he may be seized by ruffians, insulted, robbed, and conveyed to such a
prison as this, from which there seems to be no possibility of escape!
Should I be indulged with pen, ink, and paper, and appeal to my
relations, or to the magistrates of my country, my letters would be
intercepted by those who superintend my confinement.  Should I try to
alarm the neighbourhood, my cries would be neglected as those of some
unhappy lunatic under necessary correction.  Should I employ the force
which Heaven has lent me, I might imbrue my hands in blood, and after all
find it impossible to escape through a number of successive doors, locks,
bolts, and sentinels.  Should I endeavour to tamper with the servant, he
might discover my design, and then I should be abridged of the little
comfort I enjoy.  People may inveigh against the Bastile in France, and
the Inquisition in Portugal; but I would ask, if either of these be in
reality so dangerous or dreadful as a private madhouse in England, under
the direction of a ruffian?  The Bastile is a state prison, the
Inquisition is a spiritual tribunal; but both are under the direction of
government.  It seldom, if ever, happens that a man entirely innocent is
confined in either; or, if he should, he lays his account with a legal
trial before established judges.  But, in England, the most innocent
person upon earth is liable to be immured for life under the pretext of
lunacy, sequestered from his wife, children, and friends, robbed of his
fortune, deprived even of necessaries, and subjected to the most brutal
treatment from a low-bred barbarian, who raises an ample fortune on the
misery of his fellow-creatures, and may, during his whole life, practise
this horrid oppression, without question or control."

This uncomfortable reverie was interrupted by a very unexpected sound
that seemed to issue from the other side of a thick party-wall.  It was a
strain of vocal music, more plaintive than the widowed turtle's moan,
more sweet and ravishing than Philomel's love-warbled song.  Through his
ear it instantly pierced into his heart; for at once he recognised it to
be the voice of his adored Aurelia.  Heavens! what was the agitation of
his soul, when he made this discovery! how did every nerve quiver! how
did his heart throb with the most violent emotion! he ran round the room
in distraction, foaming like a lion in the toil--then he placed his ear
close to the partition, and listened as if his whole soul was exerted in
his sense of hearing.  When the sound ceased to vibrate on his ear, he
threw himself on the bed; he groaned with anguish, he exclaimed in broken
accents; and in all probability his heart would have burst, had not the
violence of his sorrow found vent in a flood of tears.

These first transports were succeeded by a fit of impatience, which had
well-nigh deprived him of his senses in good earnest.  His surprise at
finding his lost Aurelia in such a place, the seeming impossibility of
relieving her, and his unspeakable eagerness to contrive some scheme for
profiting by the interesting discovery he had made, concurred in brewing
up a second ecstasy, during which he acted a thousand extravagances,
which it was well for him the attendants did not observe.  Perhaps it was
well for the servant that he did not enter while the paroxysm prevailed.
Had this been the case, he might have met with the fate of Lichas, whom
Hercules in his frenzy destroyed.

Before the cloth was laid for supper, he was calm enough to conceal the
disorder of his mind.  But he complained of the headache, and desired he
might be next day visited by the physician, to whom he resolved to
explain himself in such a manner, as should make an impression upon him,
provided he was not altogether destitute of conscience and humanity.




CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

THE KNOT THAT PUZZLES HUMAN WISDOM, THE HAND OF FORTUNE SOMETIMES WILL
UNTIE FAMILIAR AS HER GARTER.


When the doctor made his next appearance in Sir Launcelot's apartment,
the knight addressed him in these words: "Sir, the practice of medicine
is one of the most honourable professions exercised among the sons of
men; a profession which hath been revered at all periods, and in all
nations, and even held sacred in the most polished ages of antiquity.
The scope of it is to preserve the being, and confirm the health of our
fellow-creatures; of consequence, to sustain the blessings of society,
and crown life with fruition.  The character of a physician, therefore,
not only supposes natural sagacity, and acquired erudition, but it also
implies every delicacy of sentiment, every tenderness of nature, and
every virtue of humanity.  That these qualities are centred in you,
doctor, I would willingly believe.  But it will be sufficient for my
purpose, that you are possessed of common integrity.  To whose concern I
am indebted for your visits, you best know.  But if you understand the
art of medicine, you must be sensible by this time, that, with respect to
me, your prescriptions are altogether unnecessary.

"Come, sir, you cannot--you don't believe that my intellects are
disordered.  Yet, granting me to be really under the influence of that
deplorable malady, no person has a right to treat me as a lunatic, or to
sue out a commission, but my nearest kindred.--That you may not plead
ignorance of my name and family, you shall understand that I am Sir
Launcelot Greaves, of the county of York, Baronet; and that my nearest
relation is Sir Reginald Meadows, of Cheshire, the eldest son of my
mother's sister--that gentleman, I am sure, had no concern in seducing me
by false pretences under the clouds of night into the fields, where I was
surprised, overpowered, and kidnapped by armed ruffians.  Had he really
believed me insane, he would have proceeded according to the dictates of
honour, humanity, and the laws of his country.  Situated as I am, I have
a right, by making application to the Lord Chancellor, to be tried by a
jury of honest men.  But of that right I cannot avail myself, while I
remain at the mercy of a brutal miscreant, in whose house I am enclosed,
unless you contribute your assistance.  Your assistance, therefore, I
demand, as you are a gentleman, a Christian, and a fellow-subject, who,
though every other motive should be overlooked, ought to interest himself
in my case as a common concern, and concur with all your power towards
the punishment of those who dare commit such outrages against the liberty
of your country."

The doctor seemed to be a little disconcerted; but, after some
recollection, resumed his air of sufficiency and importance, and assured
our adventurer he would do him all the service in his power; but in the
meantime advised him to take the potion he had prescribed.

The knight's eyes lightening with indignation, "I am now convinced,"
cried he, "that you are an accomplice in the villany which has been
practised upon me; that you are a sordid wretch, without principle or
feeling, a disgrace to the faculty, and a reproach to human nature--yes,
sirrah, you are the most perfidious of all assassins--you are the
hireling minister of the worst of all villains; who, from motives even
baser than malice, envy, and revenge, rob the innocent of all the
comforts of life, brand them with the imputation of madness, the most
cruel species of slander, and wantonly protract their misery, by leaving
them in the most shocking confinement, a prey to reflections infinitely
more bitter than death but I will be calm--do me justice at your peril.
I demand the protection of the legislature--if I am refused--remember a
day of reckoning will come--you and the rest of the miscreants who have
combined against me, must, in order to cloak your treachery, have
recourse to murder,--an expedient which I believe you very capable of
embracing,--or a man of my rank and character cannot be much longer
concealed.  Tremble, caitiff, at the thoughts of my release--in the
meantime, be gone, lest my just resentment impel me to dash your brains
out upon that marble--away"----

The honest doctor was not so firmly persuaded of his patient's lunacy as
to reject his advice, which he made what haste he could to follow, when
an unexpected accident intervened.

That this may be properly introduced, we must return to the knight's
brace of trusty friends, Captain Crowe and lawyer Clarke, whom we left in
sorrowful deliberation upon the fate of their patron.  Clarke's genius
being rather more fruitful in resources than that of the seaman, he
suggested an advertisement, which was accordingly inserted in the daily
papers; importing that, "Whereas a gentleman of considerable rank and
fortune had suddenly disappeared, on such a night, from his house near
Golden Square, in consequence of a letter delivered to him by a porter;
and there is great reason to believe some violence hath been offered to
his life; any person capable of giving such information as may tend to
clear up this dark transaction, shall, by applying to Mr. Thomas Clarke,
attorney, at his lodgings in Upper Brook Street, receive proper security
for the reward of one hundred guineas, to be paid to him upon his making
the discovery required."

The porter who delivered the letter appeared accordingly, but could give
no other information, except that it was put into his hand with a
shilling, by a man muffled up in a greatcoat, who stopped him for the
purpose, in his passing through Queen Street.  It was necessary that the
advertisement should produce an effect upon another person, who was no
other than the hackney-coachman who drove our hero to the place of his
imprisonment.  This fellow had been enjoined secrecy; and, indeed, bribed
to hold his tongue, by a considerable gratification, which, it was
supposed, would have been effectual, as the man was a master coachman in
good circumstances, and well known to the keeper of the madhouse, by whom
he had been employed on former occasions of the same nature.  Perhaps his
fidelity to his employer, reinforced by the hope of many future jobs of
that kind, might have been proof against the offer of fifty pounds; but
double that sum was a temptation he could not resist.  He no sooner read
the intimation in the Daily Advertiser, over his morning's pot at an
alehouse, than he entered into consultation with his own thoughts; and,
having no reason to doubt that this was the very fare he had conveyed, he
resolved to earn the reward, and abstain from all such adventures in time
coming.  He had the precaution, however, to take an attorney along with
him to Mr. Clarke, who entered into a conditional bond; and, with the
assistance of his uncle, deposited the money, to be forthcoming when the
conditions should be fulfilled.  These previous measures being taken, the
coachman declared what he knew, and discovered the house in which Sir
Launcelot had been immured.  He, moreover, accompanied our two adherents
to a judge's chamber, where he made oath to the truth of his information;
and a warrant was immediately granted to search the house of Bernard
Shackle, and set at liberty Sir Launcelot Greaves, if there found.

Fortified with this authority, they engaged a constable, with a
formidable posse, and, embarking them in coaches, repaired with all
possible expedition to the house of Mr. Shackle, who did not think proper
to dispute their claim, but admitted them, though not without betraying
evident symptoms of consternation.  One of the servants directing them,
by his master's order, to Sir Launcelot's apartment, they hurried
upstairs in a body, occasioning such a noise as did not fail to alarm the
physician, who had just opened the door to retire, when he perceived
their irruption.  Captain Crowe conjecturing he was guilty from the
confusion that appeared in his countenance, made no scruple of seizing
him by the collar as he endeavoured to retreat; while the tender-hearted
Tom Clarke, running up to the knight, with his eyes brimful of joy and
affection, forgot all the forms of distant respect, and throwing his arms
round his neck, blubbered in his bosom.

Our hero did not receive this proof of attachment unmoved.  He strained
him in his embrace, honoured him with the title of his deliverer, and
asked him by what miracle he had discovered the place of his confinement.
The lawyer began to unfold the various steps he had taken with equal
minuteness and self-complacency, when Crowe, dragging the doctor still by
the collar, shook his old friend by the hand, protesting he was never so
overjoyed since he got clear of a Sallee rover on the coast of Barbary;
and that two glasses ago he would have started all the money he had in
the world in the hold of any man who would have shown Sir Launcelot safe
at his moorings.  The knight having made a proper return to this sincere
manifestation of goodwill, desired him to dismiss that worthless fellow,
meaning the doctor; who, finding himself released, withdrew with some
precipitation.

Then our adventurer, attended by his friends, walked off with a
deliberate pace to the outward gate, which he found open, and getting
into one of the coaches, was entertained by the way to his own house with
a detail of every measure which had been pursued for his release.

In his own parlour he found Mrs. Dolly Cowslip, who had been waiting with
great fear and impatience for the issue of Mr. Clarke's adventure.  She
now fell upon her knees, and bathed the knight's hands with tears of joy;
while the face of this young woman, recalling the idea of her mistress,
roused his heart to strong emotions, and stimulated his mind to the
immediate achievement he had already planned.  As for Mr. Crabshaw, he
was not the last to signify his satisfaction at his master's return.
After having kissed the hem of his garment, he retired to the stable,
where he communicated these tidings to his friend Gilbert, whom he
saddled and bridled; the same office he performed for Bronzomarte; then
putting on his squire-like attire and accoutrements, he mounted one, and
led the other to the knight's door, before which he paraded, uttering,
from time to time, repeated shouts, to the no small entertainment of the
populace, until he received orders to house his companions.  Thus
commanded, he led them back to their stalls, resumed his livery, and
rejoined his fellow-servants, who were resolved to celebrate the day with
banquets and rejoicings.

Their master's heart was not sufficiently at ease to share in their
festivity.  He held a consultation with his friends in the parlour, whom
he acquainted with the reasons he had to believe Miss Darnel was confined
in the same house which had been his prison; a circumstance which filled
them with equal pleasure and astonishment.  Dolly in particular, weeping
plentifully, conjured him to deliver her dear lady without delay.
Nothing now remained but to concert the plan for her deliverance.  As
Aurelia had informed Dolly of her connexion with Mrs. Kawdle, at whose
house she proposed to lodge, before she was overtaken on the road by her
uncle, this particular was now imparted to the council, and struck a
light which seemed to point out the direct way to Miss Darnel's
enlargement.

Our hero, accompanied by Mrs. Cowslip and Tom Clarke, set out immediately
for the house of Dr. Kawdle, who happened to be abroad, but his wife
received them with great courtesy.  She was a well-bred, sensible,
genteel woman, and strongly attached to Aurelia by the ties of affection,
as well as of consanguinity.  She no sooner learned the situation of her
cousin than she expressed the most impatient concern for her being set at
liberty, and assured Sir Launcelot she would concur in any scheme he
should propose for that purpose.  There was no room for hesitation or
choice; he attended her immediately to the judge, who, upon proper
application, issued another search-warrant for Aurelia Darnel.  The
constable and his posse were again retained, and Sir Launcelot Greaves
once more crossed the threshold of Mr. Bernard Shackle.  Nor was the
search-warrant the only implement of justice with which he had furnished
himself for this visit.  In going thither they agreed upon the method in
which they should introduce themselves gradually to Miss Darnel, that her
tender nature might not be too much shocked by their sudden appearance.

When they arrived at the house, therefore, and produced their
credentials, in consequence of which a female attendant was directed to
show the lady's apartment, Mrs. Dolly first entered the chamber of the
accomplished Aurelia, who, lifting up her eyes, screamed aloud, and flew
into the arms of her faithful Cowslip.  Some minutes elapsed before Dolly
could make shift to exclaim, "Am coom to live and daai with my beloved
leady!"--"Dear Dolly!" cried her mistress, "I cannot express the pleasure
I have in seeing you again.  Good Heaven! what solitary hours of keen
affliction have I passed since we parted!--but, tell me, how did you
discover the place of my retreat?--has my uncle relented?--do I owe your
coming to his indulgence?"

Dolly answered in the negative; and by degrees gave her to understand
that her cousin, Mrs. Kawdle, was in the next room; that lady immediately
appeared, and a very tender scene of recognition passed between the two
relations.  It was she who, in the course of conversation, perceiving
that Aurelia was perfectly composed, declared the happy tidings of her
approaching deliverance.  When the other eagerly insisted upon knowing to
whose humanity and address she was indebted for this happy turn of
fortune, her cousin declared the obligation was due to a young gentleman
of Yorkshire, called Sir Launcelot Greaves.  At mention of that name her
face was overspread with a crimson glow, and her eyes beamed redoubled
splendour.  "Cousin," said she, with a sigh, "I know not what to say--
that gentleman, Sir Launcelot Greaves, was surely born--Lord bless me! I
tell you, cousin, he has been my guardian angel."

Mrs. Kawdle, who had maintained a correspondence with her by letters, was
no stranger to the former part of the connexion subsisting between those
two lovers, and had always favoured the pretensions of our hero, without
being acquainted with his person.  She now observed with a smile, that as
Aurelia esteemed the knight her guardian angel, and he adored her as a
demi-deity, nature seemed to have intended them for each other; for such
sublime ideas exalted them both above the sphere of ordinary mortals.
She then ventured to intimate that he was in the house, impatient to pay
his respects in person.  At this declaration the colour vanished from her
cheeks, which, however, soon underwent a total suffusion.  Her heart
panted, her bosom heaved, and her gentle frame was agitated by transports
rather violent than unpleasing.  She soon, however, recollected herself,
and her native serenity returned; when, rising from her seat, she
declared he would see him in the next apartment, where he stood in the
most tumultuous suspense, waiting for permission to approach her person.
Here she broke in upon him, arrayed in an elegant white undress, the
emblem of her purity, beaming forth the emanations of amazing beauty,
warmed and improved with a glow of gratitude and affection.  His heart
was too big for utterance; he ran towards her with rapture, and throwing
himself at her feet, imprinted a most respectful kiss upon her lily
hand.--"This, divine Aurelia," cried he, "is a foretaste of that
ineffable bliss which you was born to bestow!--Do I then live to see you
smile again? to see you restored to liberty, your mind at ease, and your
health unimpaired?"--"You have lived," said she, "to see my obligations
to Sir Launcelot Greaves accumulated in such a manner, that a whole life
spent in acknowledgment will scarce suffice to demonstrate a due sense of
his goodness."--"You greatly overrate my services, which have been rather
the duties of common humanity, than the efforts of a generous passion,
too noble to be thus evinced;--but let not my unseasonable transports
detain you a moment longer on this detested scene.  Give me leave to hand
you into the coach, and commit you to the care of this good lady,
attended by this honest young gentleman, who is my particular friend."
So saying, he presented Mr. Thomas Clarke, who had the honour to salute
the fair hand of the ever-amiable Aurelia.

The ladies being safely coached under the escort of the lawyer, Sir
Launcelot assured them he should wait on them in the evening at the house
of Dr. Kawdle, whither they immediately directed their course.  Our hero,
who remained with the constable and his gang, inquired for Mr. Bernard
Shackle, upon whose person he intended to serve a writ of conspiracy,
over and above a prosecution for robbery, in consequence of his having
disencumbered the knight of his money and other effects, on the first
night of his confinement.  Mr. Shackle had discretion enough to avoid
this encounter, and even to anticipate the indictment for felony, by
directing one of his servants to restore the cash and papers, which our
adventurer accordingly received before he quitted the house.

In the prosecution of his search after Shackle, he chanced to enter the
chamber of the bard, whom he found in dishabille, writing at a table,
with a bandage over one eye, and his head covered with a nightcap of
baize.  The knight, having made an apology for this intrusion, desired
to know if he could be of any service to Mr. Distich, as he was now
at liberty to use the little influence he had for the relief of his
fellow-sufferers.--The poet having eyed him for some time askance, "I
told you," said he, "your stay in this place would be of short duration.
--I have sustained a small disaster on my left eye, from the hands of a
rascally cordwainer, who pretends to believe himself the King of Prussia,
and I am now in the very act of galling his majesty with keen iambics.--
If you can help me to a roll of tobacco and a bottle of geneva, so;--if
you are not so inclined, your humble servant, I shall share in the joy of
your deliverance."

The knight declined gratifying him in these particulars, which he
apprehended might be prejudicial to his health, but offered his
assistance in redressing his grievances, provided he laboured under any
cruel treatment or inconvenience.  "I comprehend the full extent of your
generosity," replied the satirist; "you are willing to assist me in
everything, except the only circumstances in which assistance is
required--God b'w'ye--If you see Ben Bullock, tell him I wish he would
not dedicate any more of his works to me.--D--n the fellow, he has
changed his note, and begins to snivel.--For my part, I stick to my
former maxim, defy all the world, and will die hard, even if death should
be preceded by damnation."

The knight, finding him incorrigible, left him to the slender chance of
being one day comforted by the dram-bottle; but resolved, if possible, to
set on foot an accurate inquiry into the economy and transactions of this
private inquisition, that ample justice might be done in favour of every
injured individual confined within its walls.

In the afternoon he did not fail to visit his Aurelia; and all the
protestations of their mutual passion were once more interchanged.  He
now produced the letter which had caused such fatal disquiet in his
bosom; and Miss Darnel no sooner eyed the paper, than she recollected it
was a formal dismission, which she had intended and directed for Mr.
Sycamore.  This the uncle had intercepted, and cunningly enclosed in
another cover, addressed to Sir Launcelot Greaves, who was now astonished
beyond measure to see the mystery so easily unfolded.  The joy that now
diffused itself in the hearts of our lovers, is more easily conceived
than described; but, in order to give a stability to this mutual
satisfaction, it was necessary that Aurelia should be secured from the
tyranny of her uncle, whose power of guardianship would not otherwise
expire for some months.

Dr. Kawdle and his lady having entered into their deliberations on the
subject, it was agreed that Miss Darnel should have recourse to the
protection of the Lord Chancellor; but such application was rendered
unnecessary by the unexpected arrival of John Clump with the following
letter to Mrs. Kawdle from the steward of Anthony Darnel, dated at
Aurelia's house in the country:--

"MADAM,--It hath pleased God to afflict Mr. Darnel with a severe stroke
of the dead palsy.--He was taken ill yesterday, and now lies insensible,
seemingly at the point of death.  Among the papers in his pocket I found
the enclosed, by which it appears that my honoured young lady, Miss
Darnel, is confined in a private madhouse.  I am afraid Mr. Darnel's fate
is a just judgment of God upon him for his cruelty to that excellent
person.  I need not exhort you, madam, to take immediately upon the
receipt of this, such measures as will be necessary for the enlargement
of my poor young lady.  In the meantime, I shall do the needful for the
preservation of her property in this place, and send you an account of
any further alteration that may happen; being very respectfully, madam,
your most obedient humble servant,              RALPH MATTOCKS."

Clump had posted up to London with this intimation on the wings of love,
and being covered with clay from the heels to the eyes upwards, he
appeared in such an unfavourable light at Dr. Kawdle's door, that the
footman refused him admittance.  Nevertheless, he pushed him aside, and
fought his way upstairs into the dining-room, where the company was not a
little astonished at such an apparition.

The fellow himself was no less amazed at seeing Aurelia and his own
sweetheart Mrs. Dolly Cowslip.  He forthwith fell upon his knees, and in
silence held out the letter, which was taken by the doctor, and presented
to his wife, according to the direction.  She did not fail to communicate
the contents, which were far from being unwelcome to the individuals who
composed this little society.  Mr. Clump was honoured with the
approbation of his young lady, who commended him for his zeal and
expedition; bestowed upon him a handsome gratuity in the meantime, and
desired to see him again when he should be properly refreshed after the
fatigue he had undergone.

Mr. Thomas Clarke being consulted on this occasion, gave it as his
opinion, that Miss Darnel should, without delay, choose another guardian
for the few months that remained of her minority.  The opinion was
confirmed by the advice of some eminent lawyers, to whom immediate
recourse was had; and Dr. Kawdle being the person pitched upon for this
office, the necessary forms were executed with all possible despatch.

The first use the doctor made of his guardianship was to sign a power,
constituting Mr. Ralph Mattocks his attorney pro tempore for managing the
estate of Miss Aurelia Darnel; and this was forwarded to the steward by
the hands of Clump, who set out with it for the seat of Darnel Hill,
though not without a heavy heart, occasioned by some intimation he had
received concerning the connexion between his dear Dolly and Mr. Clarke,
the lawyer.




CHAPTER THE LAST

WHICH, IT IS TO BE HOPED, WILL BE, ON MORE ACCOUNTS THAN ONE, AGREEABLE
TO THE READER.


Sir Launcelot, having vindicated the liberty, confirmed the safety, and
secured the heart of his charming Aurelia, now found leisure to unravel
the conspiracy which had been executed against his person; and with that
view commenced a lawsuit against the owner of the house where he and his
mistress had been separately confined.  Mr. Shackle was, notwithstanding
all the submissions and atonement which he offered to make, either in
private or in public, indicted on the statute of kidnapping, tried,
convicted, punished by a severe fine and standing in the pillory.  A
judicial writ ad inquirendum being executed, the prisons of his
inquisition were laid open, and several innocent captives enlarged.

In the course of Shackle's trial, it appeared that the knight's
confinement was a scheme executed by his rival Mr. Sycamore, according to
the device of his counsellor, Dawdle, who, by this contrivance, had
reconciled himself to his patron, after having deserted him in the day of
battle.  Our hero was so incensed at this discovery of Sycamore's
treachery and ingratitude, that he went in quest of him immediately, to
take vengeance on his person, accompanied by Captain Crowe, who wanted to
balance accounts with Mr. Dawdle.  But those gentlemen had wisely avoided
the impending storm, by retiring to the continent, on pretence of
travelling for improvement.

Sir Launcelot was not now so much of a knight-errant as to leave Aurelia
to the care of Providence, and pursue the traitors to the farthest
extremities of the earth.  He practised a much more easy, certain, and
effectual method of revenge, by instituting a process against them,
which, after writs of capias, alias et pluries, had been repeated,
subjected them both to outlawry.  Mr. Sycamore, and his friend, being
thus deprived of the benefit of the law by their own neglect, would
likewise have forfeited their goods and chattels to the King, had not
they made such submissions as appeased the wrath of Sir Launcelot and
Captain Crowe; then they ventured to return, and, by dint of interest,
obtained a reversal of the outlawry.  But this grace they did not enjoy
till long after our adventurer was happily established in life.

While the knight waited impatiently for the expiration of Aurelia's
minority, and in the meantime consoled himself with the imperfect
happiness arising from her conversation, and those indulgences which the
most unblemished virtue could bestow, Captain Crowe projected another
plan of vengeance against the conjurer, whose lying oracles had cost him
such a world of vexation.  The truth is, the captain began to be tired of
idleness, and undertook this adventure to keep his hand in use.  He
imparted his design to Crabshaw, who had likewise suffered in spirit from
the predictions of the said offender, and was extremely well disposed to
assist in punishing the false prophet.  He now took it for granted that
he should not be hanged for stealing a horse; and thought it very hard to
pay so much money for a deceitful prophecy, which, in all likelihood,
would never be fulfilled.

Actuated by these motives, they set out together for the house of
consultation, but they found it shut up and abandoned; and, upon inquiry
in the neighbourhood, learned that the conjurer had moved his quarters
that very day on which the captain had recourse to his art.  This was
actually the case.  He knew the fate of Sir Launcelot would soon come to
light, and he did not choose to wait the consequence.  He had other
motives for decamping.  He had run a score at the public-house, which he
had no mind to discharge, and wanted to disengage himself from his female
associate, who knew too much of his affairs to be kept at a proper
distance.  All these purposes he had answered by retreating softly,
without beat of drum, while his sibyl was abroad running down prey for
his devouring.  He had not, however, taken his measures so cunningly, but
that this old hag discovered his new lodgings, and, in revenge, gave
information to the publican.  This creditor took out a writ accordingly,
and the bailiff had just secured his person, as Captain Crowe and Timothy
Crabshaw chanced to pass by the door in their way homewards, through an
obscure street, near the Seven Dials.

The conjurer having no subterfuge left, but a great many particular
reasons for avoiding an explanation with the justice, like the man
between the devil and the deep sea, of two evils chose the least; and
beckoning to the captain, called him by his name.  Crowe, thus addressed,
replied with a "Hilloah!" and looking towards the place from whence he
was hailed, at once recognised the necromancer.  Without farther
hesitation, he sprang across the street, and, collaring Albumazar,
exclaimed, "Aha! old boy, is the wind in that corner?  I thought we
should grapple one day--now will I bring you up by the head, though all
the devils in hell were blowing abaft the beam."

The bailiff seeing his prisoner so roughly handled before, and at the
same time assaulted behind by Crabshaw, who cried, "Show me a liar, and
I'll show you a thief--who is to be hanged now?"  I say, the bailiff,
fearing he should lose the benefit of his job, began to put on his
contentious face, and, declaring the doctor was his prisoner, swore he
could not surrender him without a warrant from the Lord Chief Justice.
The whole group adjourning into the parlour, the conjurer desired to know
of Crowe whether Sir Launcelot was found.  Being answered, "Ey, ey, safe
enough to see you made fast in the bilboes, brother"; he told the captain
he had something of consequence to communicate for his advantage; and
proposed that Crowe and Crabshaw should bail the action, which lay only
for a debt of three pounds.

Crowe stormed, and Crabshaw grinned at this modest proposal; but when
they understood that they could only be bound for his appearance, and
reflected that they need not part with him until his body should be
surrendered unto justice, they consented to give bail; and the bond being
executed, conveyed him directly to the house of our adventurer.

The boisterous Crowe introduced him to Sir Launcelot with such an abrupt
unconnected detail of his offence, as the knight could not understand
without Timothy's annotations.  These were followed by some questions put
to the conjurer, who, laying aside his black gown, and plucking off his
white beard, exhibited to the astonished spectators the very individual
countenance of the empirical politician Ferret, who had played our hero
such a slippery trick after the electioneering adventure.

"I perceive," said he, "you are preparing to expostulate, and upbraid me
for having given a false information against you to the country justice.
I look upon mankind to be in a state of nature; a truth, which Hobbes has
stumbled upon by accident.  I think every man has a right to avail
himself of his talents, even at the expense of his fellow-creatures; just
as we see the fish, and other animals of the creation, devouring one
another.  I found the justice but one degree removed from idiotism, and
knowing that he would commit some blunder in the execution of his office,
which would lay him at your mercy, I contrived to make his folly the
instrument of my escape--I was dismissed without being obliged to sign
the information I had given; and you took ample vengeance for his tyranny
and impertinence.  I came to London, where my circumstances obliged me to
live in disguise.  In the character of a conjurer, I was consulted by
your follower, Crowe, and your squire, Crabshaw.  I did little or nothing
but echo back the intelligence they brought me, except prognosticating
that Crabshaw would be hanged; a prediction to which I found myself so
irresistibly impelled, that I am persuaded it was the real effect of
inspiration.  I am now arrested for a paltry sum of money, and, moreover,
liable to be sent to Bridewell as an impostor; let those answer for my
conduct whose cruelty and insolence have driven me to the necessity of
using such subterfuges.  I have been oppressed and persecuted by the
government for speaking truth; your omnipotent laws have reconciled
contradictions.  That which is acknowledged to be truth in fact, is
construed falsehood in law; and great reason we have to boast of a
constitution founded on the basis of absurdity.  But, waiving these
remarks, I own I am unwilling to be either imprisoned for debt, or
punished for imposture.  I know how far to depend upon generosity, and
what is called benevolence--words to amuse the weak-minded; I build upon
a surer bottom.  I will bargain for your assistance.  It is in my power
to put twelve thousand pounds in the pocket of Samuel Crowe, that there
sea-ruffian, who, by his goodwill, would hang me to the yard's arm"----

There he was interrupted by the seaman.  "D--n your rat's eyes! none of
your--hang thee! fish my top-masts! if the rope was fairly reeved, and
the tackle sound, d'ye see"--Mr. Clarke, who was present, began to stare,
while the knight assured Ferret, that if he was really able and willing
to serve Captain Crowe in anything essential, he should be amply
rewarded.  In the meantime he discharged the debt, and assigned him an
apartment in his own house.  That same day Crowe, by the advice of Sir
Launcelot and his nephew, entered into conditional articles with the
cynic, to allow him the interest of fifteen hundred pounds for life,
provided by this means the captain should obtain possession of the estate
of Hobby Hole in Yorkshire, which had belonged to his grandfather, and of
which he was heir of blood.

This bond being executed, Mr. Ferret discovered that he himself was the
lawful husband of Bridget Maple, aunt to Samuel Crowe, by a clandestine
marriage; which, however, he convinced them he could prove by undeniable
evidence.  This being the case, she, the said Bridget Maple, alias
Ferret, was a covert femme, consequently could not transact any deed of
alienation without his concurrence; ergo, the docking of the entail of
the estate of Hobby Hole was illegal and of none effect.  This was a very
agreeable declaration to the whole company, who did not fail to
congratulate Captain Crowe on the prospect of his being restored to his
inheritance.  Tom Clarke, in particular, protested, with tears in his
eyes, that it gave him unspeakable joy; and his tears trickled the
faster, when Crowe, with an arch look, signified, that now he was pretty
well victualled for life, he had some thoughts of embarking on the voyage
of matrimony.

But that point of happiness to which, as the north pole, the course of
these adventures hath been invariably directed, was still unattained; we
mean, the indissoluble union of the accomplished Sir Launcelot Greaves
and the enchanting Miss Darnel.  Our hero now discovered in his mistress
a thousand charms, which hitherto he had no opportunity to contemplate.
He found her beauty excelled by her good sense, and her virtue superior
to both.  He found her untainted by that giddiness, vanity, and
affectation, which distinguish the fashionable females of the present
age.  He found her uninfected by the rage for diversion and dissipation;
for noise, tumult, gewgaws, glitter, and extravagance.  He found her not
only raised by understanding and taste far above the amusement of little
vulgar minds; but even exalted by uncommon genius and refined reflection,
so as to relish the more sublime enjoyments of rational pleasure.  He
found her possessed of that vigour of mind which constitutes true
fortitude, and vindicates the empire of reason.  He found her heart
incapable of disguise or dissimulation; frank, generous, and open;
susceptible of the most tender impressions; glowing with a keen sense of
honour, and melting with humanity.  A youth of his sensibility could not
fail of being deeply affected by such attractions.  The nearer he
approached the centre of happiness, the more did the velocity of his
passion increase.  Her uncle still remained insensible as it were in the
arms of death.  Time seemed to linger in its lapse, till the knight was
inflamed to the most eager degree of impatience.  He communicated his
distress to Aurelia; he pressed her with the most pathetic remonstrances
to abridge the torture of his suspense.  He interested Mrs. Kawdle in his
behalf; and, at length, his importunities succeeded.  The banns of
marriage were regularly published, and the ceremony was performed in the
parish church, in the presence of Dr. Kawdle and his lady, Captain Crowe,
Lawyer Clarke, and Mrs. Dolly Cowslip.

The bride, instead of being disguised in tawdry stuffs of gold and
silver, and sweating under a harness of diamonds, according to the
elegant taste of the times, appeared in a negligee of plain blue satin,
without any other jewels than her eyes, which far outshone all that ever
was produced by the mines of Golconda.  Her hair had no other extraneous
ornament than a small sprig of artificial roses; but the dignity of her
air, the elegance of her shape, the sweetness and sensibility of her
countenance, added to such warmth of colouring, and such exquisite
symmetry of features, as could not be excelled by human nature, attracted
the eyes and excited the admiration of all the beholders.  The effect
they produced in the heart of Sir Launcelot was such a rapture as we
cannot pretend to describe.  He made his appearance on this occasion in a
white coat and blue satin vest, both embroidered with silver; and all who
saw him could not but own that he alone seemed worthy to possess the lady
whom Heaven had destined for his consort.  Captain Crowe had taken off a
blue suit of clothes strongly guarded with bars of broad gold-lace, in
order to honour the nuptials of his friend.  He wore upon his head a
bag-wig, a la pigeon, made by an old acquaintance in Wapping; and to his
side he had girded a huge plate-hilted sword, which he had bought of a
recruiting serjeant.  Mr. Clarke was dressed in pompadour, with gold
buttons; and his lovely Dolly in a smart checked lutestring, a present
from her mistress.

The whole company dined, by invitation, at the house of Dr. Kawdle; and
here it was that the most deserving lovers on the face of the earth
attained to the consummation of all earthly felicity.  The captain and
his nephew had a hint to retire in due time.  Mrs. Kawdle conducted the
amiable Aurelia, trembling, to the marriage-bed; our hero, glowing with a
bridegroom's ardour, claimed the husband's privilege.  Hymen lighted up
his brightest torch at Virtue's lamp, and every star shed its happiest
influence on their Heaven-directed union.

Instructions had been already despatched to prepare Greavesbury Hall for
the reception of its new mistress; and for that place the new-married
couple set out next morning, according to the plan which had been
previously concerted.  Sir Launcelot and Lady Greaves, accompanied by
Mrs. Kawdle and attended by Dolly, travelled in their own coach, drawn by
six dappled horses.  Dr. Kawdle, with Captain Crowe, occupied the
doctor's post-chariot, provided with four bays.  Mr. Clarke had the
honour to bestride the loins of Bronzomarte.  Mr. Ferret was mounted upon
an old hunter; Crabshaw stuck close to his friend Gilbert; and two other
horsemen completed the retinue.  There was not an aching heart in the
whole cavalcade, except that of the young lawyer, which was by turns
invaded with hot desires and chilling scruples.  Though he was fond of
Dolly to distraction, his regard to worldly reputation, and his attention
to worldly interest, were continually raising up bars to a legal
gratification of his love.  His pride was startled at the thought of
marrying the daughter of a poor country publican; and he moreover dreaded
the resentment of his uncle Crowe, should he take any step of this nature
without his concurrence.  Many a wishful look did he cast at Dolly, the
tears standing in his eyes, and many a woful sigh did he utter.

Lady Greaves immediately perceived the situation of his heart, and, by
questioning Mrs. Cowslip, discovered a mutual passion between these
lovers.  She consulted her dear knight on the subject, and he catechised
the lawyer, who pleaded guilty.  The captain being sounded as to his
opinion, declared he would be steered in that, as well as every other
course of life, by Sir Launcelot and his lady, whom he verily revered as
being of an order superior to the ordinary race of mankind.  This
favourable response being obtained from the sailor, our hero took an
opportunity on the road, one day after dinner, in presence of the whole
company, to accost the lawyer in these words: "My good friend Clarke, I
have your happiness very much at heart--your father was an honest man, to
whom my family had manifold obligations.  I have had these many years a
personal regard for yourself, derived from your own integrity of heart
and goodness of disposition--I see, you are affected, and shall be brief
--Besides this regard, I am indebted to your friendship for the liberty--
what shall I say?--for the inestimable happiness I now enjoy, in
possessing the most excellent--But I understand that significant glance
of my Aurelia, I will not offend her delicacy--The truth is, my
obligation is very great, and it is time I should evince my gratitude--
If the stewardship of my estate is worth your acceptance, you shall have
it immediately, together with the house and farm of Cockerton in my
neighbourhood.  I know you have a passion for Mrs. Dolly; and believe she
looks upon you with the eyes of tender prepossession--don't blush, Dolly
--Besides your agreeable person, which all the world must approve, you
can boast of virtue, fidelity, and friendship.  Your attachment to Lady
Greaves neither she nor I shall ever forget--If you are willing to unite
your fate with Mr. Clarke, your mistress gives me leave to assure you she
will stock the farm at her own expense, and we will celebrate the wedding
at Greavesbury Hall"--

By this time the hearts of these grateful lovers had overflowed.  Dolly
was sitting on her knees, bathing her lady's hand with her tears, and Mr.
Clarke appeared in the same attitude by Sir Launcelot.  The uncle, almost
as affected as the nephew by the generosity of our adventurer, cried
aloud, "I pray God that you and your glorious consort may have smooth
seas and gentle gales whithersoever you are bound; as for my kinsman Tom,
I'll give him a thousand pounds to set him fairly afloat; and if he prove
not a faithful tender to you his benefactor, I hope he will founder in
this world, and be damned in that which is to come."  Nothing now was
wanting to the completion of their happiness but the consent of Dolly's
mother at the Black Lion, who they did not suppose could have any
objection to such an advantageous match for her daughter; but in this
particular they were mistaken.

In the meantime they arrived at the village where the knight had
exercised the duties of chivalry; and there he received the gratulation
of Mr. Fillet and the attorney who had offered to bail him before Justice
Gobble.  Mutual civilities having passed, they gave him to understand
that Gobble and his wife were turned Methodists.  All the rest of the
prisoners whom he had delivered came to testify their gratitude, and were
hospitably entertained.  Next day they halted at the Black Lion, where
the good woman was overjoyed to see Dolly so happily preferred; but when
Sir Launcelot unfolded the proposed marriage, she interrupted him with a
scream--"Christ Jesus forbid--marry and amen!--match with her own
brother!"

At this exclamation Dolly fainted; her lover stood with his ears erect,
and his mouth wide open; Crowe stared, while the knight and his lady
expressed equal surprise and concern.  When Sir Launcelot entreated Mrs.
Cowslip to explain this mystery, she told him, that about sixteen years
ago, Mr. Clarke, senior, had brought Dolly, then an infant, to her house,
when she and her late husband lived in another part of the country; and
as she had then been lately delivered of a child which did not live,
he hired her as a nurse to the little foundling.  He owned she was a
love-begotten babe, and from time to time paid handsomely for the board
of Dolly, who he desired might pass for her own daughter.  In his last
illness, he assured her he had taken care to provide for the child; but
since his death she had received no account of any such provision.  She
moreover informed his honour, that Mr. Clarke had deposited in her hands
a diamond ring, and a sealed paper, never to be opened without his order,
until Dolly should be demanded in marriage by the man she should like,
and not then, except in the presence of the clergyman of the parish.
"Send for the clergyman this instant," cried our hero, reddening, and
fixing his eyes on Dolly; "I hope all will yet be well."

The vicar arriving, and being made acquainted with the nature of the
case, the landlady produced the paper; which, being opened, appeared to
be an authentic certificate, that the person commonly known by the name
of Dorothy Cowslip, was in fact Dorothy Greaves, daughter of Jonathan
Greaves, Esq., by a young gentlewoman who had been some years deceased.

"The remaining part of the mystery I myself can unfold," exclaimed the
knight, while he ran and embraced the astonished Dolly as his kinswoman.
"Jonathan Greaves was my uncle, and died before he came of age, so that
he could make no settlement on his child, the fruit of a private amour,
founded on a promise of marriage, of which this ring was a token.  Mr.
Clarke, being his confidant, disposed of the child, and at length,
finding his constitution decay, revealed the secret to my father, who in
his will bequeathed one hundred pounds a year to this agreeable
foundling; but, as they both died while I was abroad, and some of the
memorandums touching this transaction probably were mislaid, I never till
now could discover where or how my pretty cousin was situated.  I shall
recompense the good woman for her care and fidelity, and take pleasure in
bringing this affair to a happy issue."

The lovers were now overwhelmed with transports of joy and gratitude, and
every countenance was lighted up with satisfaction.  From this place to
the habitation of Sir Launcelot, the bells were rung in every parish, and
the corporation in their formalities congratulated him in every town
through which he passed.  About five miles from Greavesbury Hall he was
met by above five thousand persons of both sexes and every age, dressed
out in their gayest apparel, headed by Mr. Ralph Mattocks from Darnel
Hill, and the rector from the knight's own parish.  They were preceded by
music of different kinds, ranged under a great variety of flags and
ensigns; and the women, as well as the men, bedizened with fancy knots
and marriage favours.  At the end of the avenue, a select bevy of comely
virgins arrayed in white, and a separate band of choice youths
distinguished by garlands of laurel and holly interweaved, fell into the
procession, and sung in chorus a rustic epithalamium composed by the
curate.  At the gate they were received by the venerable housekeeper,
Mrs. Oakley, whose features were so brightened by the occasion, that with
the first glance she made a conquest of the heart of Captain Crowe; and
this connexion was improved afterwards into a legal conjunction.

Meanwhile the houses of Greavesbury Hall and Darnel Hill were set open
for the entertainment of all-comers, and both echoed with the sounds of
festivity.  After the ceremony of giving and receiving visits had been
performed by Sir Launcelot Greaves and his lady, Mr. Clarke was honoured
with the hand of the agreeable Miss Dolly Greaves; and the captain was
put in possession of his paternal estate.  The perfect and uninterrupted
felicity of the knight and his endearing consort, diffused itself through
the whole adjacent country, as far as their example and influence could
extend.  They were admired, esteemed, and applauded by every person of
taste, sentiment, and benevolence; at the same time beloved, revered, and
almost adored by the common people, among whom they suffered not the
merciless hand of indigence or misery to seize one single sacrifice.

Ferret, at first, seemed to enjoy his easy circumstances; but the novelty
of this situation soon wore off, and all his misanthropy returned.  He
could not bear to see his fellow-creatures happy around him, and
signified his disgust to Sir Launcelot, declaring his intention of
returning to the metropolis, where he knew there would be always food
sufficient for the ravenous appetite of his spleen.  Before he departed,
the knight made him partake of his bounty, though he could not make him
taste of his happiness, which soon received a considerable addition in
the birth of a son, destined to be the heir and representative of two
worthy families, whose mutual animosity the union of his parents had so
happily extinguished.


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