Furious, I thrust the unoffending garment into the lire, and held it there with the tongs, regardless of the horrible smell which accompanied its martyrdom, till the lady-lodger on the first floor rushed down to inquire whether the house was on fire.
I answered by hurling a book at her head, and brought down a volley of abuse, under which I sat in sulky patience, till Mackaye and Crossthwaite came in, and found her railing in the doorway, and me sitting over the fire, still intent on the frizzling remains of the breeches.
"Was this insult of your invention, Mr. Crossthwaite?" asked I, in a tone of lofty indignation, holding up the last sc.r.a.p of unroasted plush.
Roars of laughter from both of them made me only more frantic, and I broke out so incoherently, that it was some time before the pair could make out the cause of my fury.
"Upon my honour, Locke," quoth John, at last, holding his sides, "I never sent them; though, on the whole--you"ve made my stomach ache with laughing. I can"t speak. But you must expect a joke or two, after your late fashionable connexions."
I stood, still and white with rage.
"Really, my good fellow, how can you wonder if our friends suspect you?
Can you deny that you"ve been off and on lately between flunkeydom and The Cause, like a donkey between two bundles of hay? Have you not neglected our meetings? Have you not picked all the spice out of your poems? And can you expect to eat your cake and keep it too? You must be one thing or the other; and, though Sandy, here, is too kind-hearted to tell you, you have disappointed us both miserably--and there"s the long and short of it."
I hid my face in my hands, and sat moodily over the fire; my conscience told me that I had nothing to answer.
"Whisht, Johnnie! Ye"re ower sair on the lad. He"s a" right at heart still, an he"ll do good service. But the deevil a"ways fechts hardest wi" them he"s maist "feard of. What"s this anent agricultural distress ye had to tell me the noo?"
"There is a rising down in the country, a friend of mine writes me. The people are starving, not because bread is dear, but because it"s cheap; and, like sensible men, they"re going to have a great meeting, to inquire the rights and wrong of all that. Now, I want to send a deputation down, to see how far they are inclined to go, and let them know we up in London are with them. And then we might get up a corresponding a.s.sociation, you know.
It"s a great opening for spreading the principles of the Charter."
"I sair mis...o...b.., it"s just bread they"ll be wanting, they labourers, mair than liberty. Their G.o.d is their belly, I"m thinking, and a verra poor empty idol he is the noo; sma" burnt offerings and fat o" rams he gets to propitiate him. But ye might send down a canny body, just to spy out the nakedness o" the land."
"I will go," I said, starting up. "They shall see that I do care for The Cause. If it"s a dangerous mission, so much the better. It will prove my sincerity. Where is the place?"
"About ten miles from D * * * *."
"D * * * *!" My heart sank. If it had been any other spot in England! But it was too late to retract. Sandy saw what was the matter, and tried to turn the subject; but I was peremptory, almost rude with him. I felt I must keep up my present excitement, or lose my heart, and my caste, for ever; and as the hour for the committee was at hand, I jumped up and set off thither with them, whether they would or not. I heard Sandy whisper to Crossthwaite, and turned quite fiercely on him.
"If you want to speak about me, speak out. If you fancy that I shall let my connexion with that place" (I could not bring myself to name it) "stand in the way of my duty, you do not know me."
I announced my intention at the meeting. It was at first received coldly; but I spoke energetically--perhaps, as some told me afterwards, actually eloquently. When I got heated, I alluded to my former stay at D * * * *, and said (while my heart sunk at the bravado which I was uttering) that I should consider it a glory to retrieve my character with them, and devote myself to the cause of the oppressed, in the very locality whence had first arisen their unjust and pardonable suspicions. In short, generous, trusting hearts as they were, and always are, I talked them round; they shook me by the hand one by one, bade me G.o.d speed, told me that I stood higher than ever in their eyes, and then set to work to vote money from their funds for my travelling expenses, which I magnanimously refused, saying that I had a pound or two left from the sale of my poems, and that I must be allowed, as an act of repentance and rest.i.tution, to devote it to The Cause.
My triumph was complete. Even O"Flynn, who, like all Irishmen, had plenty of loose good-nature at bottom, and was as sudden and furious in his loves as in his hostilities, scrambled over the benches, regardless of patriots"
toes, to shake me violently by the hand, and inform me that I was "a broth of a boy," and that "any little disagreements between us had vanished like a pa.s.sing cloud from the sunshine of our fraternity"--when my eye was caught by a face which there was no mistaking--my cousin"s!
Yes, there he sat, watching me like a basilisk, with his dark, glittering, mesmeric eyes, out of a remote corner of the room--not in contempt or anger, but there was a quiet, a.s.sured, sardonic smile about his lips, which chilled me to the heart.
The meeting was sufficiently public to allow of his presence, but how had he found out its existence? Had he come there as a spy on me? Had he been in the room when my visit to D * * * * was determined on? I trembled at the thought; and I trembled, too, lest he should be daring enough--and I knew he could dare anything--to claim acquaintance with me there and then. It would have ruined my new-restored reputation for ever. But he sat still and steady: and I had to go through the rest of the evening"s business under the miserable, cramping knowledge that every word and gesture was being noted down by my most deadly enemy; trembling whenever I was addressed, lest some chance word of an acquaintance would implicate me still further--though, indeed, I was deep enough already. The meeting seemed interminable; and there I fidgeted, with my face scarlet--always seeing those basilisk eyes upon me--in fancy--for I dared not look again towards the corner where I knew they were.
At last it was over--the audience went out; and when I had courage to look round, my cousin had vanished among them. A load was taken off my breast, and I breathed freely again--for five minutes;--for I had not made ten steps up the street, when an arm was familiarly thrust through mine, and I found myself in the clutches of my evil genius.
"How are you, my dear fellow? Expected to meet you there. Why, what an orator you are! Really, I haven"t heard more fluent or pa.s.sionate English this month of Sundays. You must give me a lesson in sermon-preaching. I can tell you, we parsons want a hint or two in that line. So you"re going down to D * * * *, to see after those poor starving labourers? "Pon my honour, I"ve a great mind to go with you."
So, then, he knew all! However, there was nothing for it but to brazen it out; and, besides, I was in his power, and however hateful to me his seeming cordiality might be, I dared not offend him at that moment.
"It would be well if you did. If you parsons would show yourselves at such places as these a little oftener, you would do more to make the people believe your mission real, than by all the tracts and sermons in the world."
"But, my dear cousin" (and he began to snuffle and sink his voice), "there is so much sanguinary language, so much unsanctified impatience, you frighten away all the meek apostolic men among the priesthood--the very ones who feel most for the lost sheep of the flock.
"Then the parsons are either great Pharisees or great cowards, or both."
"Very likely. I was in a precious fright myself, I know, when I saw you recognized me. If I had not felt strengthened, you know, as of course one ought to be in all trials, by the sense of my holy calling, I think I should have bolted at once. However, I took the precaution of bringing my Bowie and revolver with me, in case the worst came to the worst."
"And a very needless precaution it was," said I, half laughing at the quaint incongruity of the priestly and the lay elements in his speech. "You don"t seem to know much of working men"s meetings, or working men"s morals.
Why, that place was open to all the world. The proceedings will be in the newspaper to-morrow. The whole bench of bishops might have been there, if they had chosen; and a great deal of good it would have done them!"
"I fully agree with you, my dear fellow. No one hates the bishops more than we true high-churchmen, I can tell you--that"s a great point of sympathy between us and the people. But I must be off. By-the-by, would you like me to tell our friends at D * * * * that I met you? They often ask after you in their letters, I a.s.sure you."
This was a sting of complicated bitterness. I felt all that it meant at once. So he was in constant correspondence with them, while I--and that thought actually drove out of my head the more pressing danger of his utterly ruining me in their esteem, by telling them, as he had a very good right to do, that I was going to preach Chartism to discontented mobs.
"Ah! well! perhaps you wouldn"t wish it mentioned? As you like, you know. Or, rather," and he laid an iron grasp on my arm, and dropped his voice--this time in earnest--"as you behave, my wise and loyal cousin! Good night."
I went home--the excitement of self-applause, which the meeting had called up, damped by a strange weight of foreboding. And yet I could not help laughing, when, just as I was turning into bed, Crossthwaite knocked at my door, and, on being admitted, handed over to me a bundle wrapped up in paper.
"There"s a pair of breeks for you--not plush ones, this time, old fellow--but you ought to look as smart as possible. There"s so much in a man"s looking dignified, and all that, when he"s speechifying. So I"ve just brought you down my best black trousers to travel in. We"re just of a size, you know; little and good, like a Welshman"s cow. And if you tear them, why, we"re not like poor, miserable, useless aristocrats; tailors and sailors can mend their own rents." And he vanished, whistling the "Ma.r.s.eillaise."
I went to bed and tossed about, fancying to myself my journey, my speech, the faces of the meeting, among which Lillian"s would rise, in spite of all the sermons which I preached to myself on the impossibility of her being there, of my being known, of any harm happening from the movement; but I could not shake off the fear. If there were a riot, a rising!--If any harm were to happen to her! If--Till, mobbed into fatigue by a rabble of such miserable hypothetic ghosts, I fell asleep, to dream that I was going to be hanged for sedition, and that the mob were all staring and hooting at me, and Lillian clapping her hands and setting them on; and I woke in an agony, to find Sandy Mackaye standing by my bedside with a light.
"Hoolie, laddie! ye need na jump up that way. I"m no" gaun to burke ye the nicht; but I canna sleep; I"m sair mis...o...b..ful o" the thing. It seems a"
richt, an" I"ve been praying for us, an" that"s mickle for me, to be taught our way; but I dinna see aught for ye but to gang. If your heart is richt with G.o.d in this matter, then he"s o" your side, an" I fear na what men may do to ye. An" yet, ye"re my Joseph, as it were, the son o" my auld age, wi"
a coat o" many colours, plush breeks included; an" gin aught take ye, ye"ll bring down my grey haffets wi" sorrow to the grave!"
The old man gazed at me as be spoke, with a deep, earnest affection I had never seen in him before; and the tears glistened in his eyes by the flaring candlelight, as he went on:
"I ha" been reading the Bible the nicht. It"s strange how the words o"t rise up, and open themselves whiles, to puir distract.i.t bodies; though, maybe, no" always in just the orthodox way. An" I fell on that, "Behold I send ye forth as lambs in the midst o" wolves. Be ye therefore wise as serpents an" harmless as doves;" an" that gave me comfort, laddie, for ye.
Mind the warning, dinna gang wud, whatever ye may see an" hear; it"s an ill way o" showing pity, to gang daft anent it. Dinna talk magniloquently; that"s the workman"s darling sin. An" mind ye dinna go too deep wi" them.
Ye canna trust them to understand ye; they"re puir foolish sheep that ha"
no shepherd--swine that ha" no wash, rather. So cast na your pearls before swine, laddie, lest they trample them under their feet, an" turn again an"
rend ye."
He went out, and I lay awake tossing till morning, making a thousand good resolutions--like the rest of mankind.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE MEN WHO ARE EATEN.
With many instructions from our friends, and warnings from Mackaye, I started next day on my journey. When I last caught sight of the old man, he was gazing fixedly after me, and using his pocket-handkerchief in a somewhat suspicious way. I had remarked how depressed he seemed, and my own spirits shared the depression. A presentiment of evil hung over me, which not even the excitement of the journey--to me a rare enjoyment--could dispel. I had no heart, somehow, to look at the country scenes around, which in general excited in me so much interest, and I tried to lose myself in summing up my stock of information on the question which I expected to hear discussed by the labourers. I found myself not altogether ignorant.
The horrible disclosures of S.G.O., and the barbarous abominations of the Andover Workhouse, then fresh in the public mind, had had their due effect on mine; and, like most thinking artizans, I had acquainted myself tolerably from books and newspapers with the general condition of the country labourers.
I arrived in the midst of a dreary, treeless country, whose broad brown and grey fields were only broken by an occasional line of dark, doleful firs, at a knot of thatched hovels, all sinking and leaning every way but the right, the windows patched with paper, the doorways stopped with filth, which surrounded a beer-shop. That was my destination--unpromising enough for any one but an agitator. If discontent and misery are preparatives for liberty--and they are--so strange and unlike ours are the ways of G.o.d--I was likely enough to find them there.
I was welcomed by my intended host, a little pert, snub-nosed shoemaker, who greeted me as his cousin from London--a relationship which it seemed prudent to accept.
He took me into his little cabin, and there, with the a.s.sistance of a shrewd, good-natured wife, shared with me the best he had; and after supper commenced, mysteriously and in trembling, as if the very walls might have ears, a rambling, bitter diatribe on the wrongs and sufferings of the labourers; which went on till late in the night, and which I shall spare my readers: for if they have either brains or hearts, they ought to know more than I can tell them, from the public prints, and, indeed, from their own eyes--although, as a wise man says, there is nothing more difficult than to make people see first the facts which lie under their own nose.