"We therefore commit his body to the deep, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body (when the sea shall give up her dead), and the life of the world to come. . . ."
Together we balanced it on the gunwale, and with the help of the stern-board tilted it over. It dropped, into fifteen fathoms of water.
There was another funeral next day in Lansulyan churchyard--where so many have come to be buried who never in life heard the name of Lansulyan: the harvest of Menawhidden, commemorated on weather-beaten stones and, within the church, on many tablets which I used to con on Sundays during the Vicar"s discourses. The life-boat men had mustered in force, and altogether there was a large attendance at the graveside.
At one point a fit of coughing interrupted the Vicar in his recital of the service. I was the one auditor, however, who understood the meaning of it.
That evening we took our dessert again under the great elm. Somehow I felt certain he would choose this hour for his explanation: and in due course it came.
"I"m a truth-speaking man by habit," he began after a long gaze upwards at the rooks now settling to roost and making a mighty pother of it.
"But I"m afraid there"s no getting round the fact that this afternoon I acted a lie. And yet, on the whole, my conscience is easy."
He sipped his wine, and went on meditatively--
"Morals have their court of equity as well as the law of the land: and with us"--the Vicar was an old-fashioned Churchman--"that court is the private conscience. In this affair you insisted on putting your conscience into my hands. Well, I took the responsibility, and charge myself with any wrong you have committed, letting your confidence stand to your credit, as well as the service you have done for me--and another. Do you know the grey marble tablet on the south wall of the church--the _Nerbuddha_ monument?"
I nodded.
""_Sacred to the memory of Lieutenant-Colonel Victor Stanhope, C.B., and 105 Officers and Men of Her Majesty"s 2-th Regiment of Foot, lost in the wreck of the Nerbuddha, East Indiaman, on Menawhidden, January 15th, 1857. . . ._" Then follows a list of the officers. Underneath, if you remember, is a separate slab to the officers and crew of the _Nerbuddha_, who behaved admirably, all the senior officers keeping order to the last and going down with the ship."
I nodded again, for I knew the inscriptions pretty well by heart.
"The wreck happened in the first winter of my inc.u.mbency here. Then, as now, I had one pupil living with me, an excellent fellow. d.i.c.k Hobart was his name, his age seventeen or thereabouts, and my business to put some polish on a neglected education before he entered the Army.
His elder brother had been a college friend of mine, and indeed our families had been acquainted for years.
"d.i.c.k slept in the room you now occupy. He had a habit, which I never cured, of sitting up late over a pipe and a yellow-backed novel: and so he happened to be dressed that night when he saw the first signal of distress go up from Menawhidden. He came to my room at once and called me up: and while I tumbled out and began to dress, he ran down to Porth to give the alarm.
"The first signal, however, had been seen by the folks down there, and he found the whole place in a hubbub. Our first life-boat had arrived less than three months before; but the crew got her off briskly, and were pulling away l.u.s.tily for the reef when it occurred to a few of those left behind that the sea running was not too formidable for a couple of seine-boats lying high on the beach: and within five minutes these were hauled down and manned with scratch crews--d.i.c.k Hobart among them.
"Three days of east wind had knocked up a heavy swell: but the wind was blowing a moderate gale only--nothing to account for a big ship (as she was already reported to be) finding herself on Menawhidden.
Three signals only had been shown, and these in quick succession.
We learned afterwards that she went down within twelve minutes of striking. She had dashed straight on the Carracks, with the wind well behind her beam, topmasts housed for the night, but, barring that, canva.s.sed like a well-found ship sure of her sea-room. And the Carracks had torn the bottom out of her.
"The difficulty with the life-boat and two seine-boats was to find the position of the wreck, the night being pitch dark and dirty, and the calls and outcries of the poor creatures being swept down the wind to the westward. Our fellows pulled like Trojans, however, hailing and ahoying as they went; and about half-way down the line of Menawhidden they came on the first of the _Nerbuddha"s_ boats, laden with women and children, in charge of the fourth officer and half-a-dozen seamen.
From her they learned the vessel"s name and whereabouts, and having directed her on her way to the Porth, hurried forward again.
They pa.s.sed another boat similarly laden, and presently heard the distracting cries of swimmers, and drove straight into the wreckage and the struggling crowd of bodies. The life-boat rescued twenty-seven, and picked up four more on a second journey: the first seine-boat accounted for a dozen: the second (in which Hobart pulled an oar) was less fortunate, saving five only--and yet, as I shall tell you, my young friend had (and, for that matter, still has) abundant reason to be thankful for his voyage in her; for on that night he plucked from the sea the greatest treasure of his life.
"She--for it was a small girl of seven, and he took her from the arms of a seaman who died soon after being lifted into the boat-turned out to be the Colonel"s daughter. She had stood by her mother"s side above the gangway while the women pa.s.sed down the side into the boats: for that n.o.ble English lady had insisted that as it was the Colonel"s duty to follow his men, so it was for the Colonel"s wife to wait until every other woman and every child had filed past. The _Nerbuddha_ had gone down under her as she stood there beside her husband, steadied by his hand on her shoulder. Both bodies were afterwards recovered.
"Altogether fifty-two were buried in this parish: other bodies were washed ash.o.r.e or picked up from time to time, some at great distances up and down the Channel. In the end the list of those unaccounted for came to forty, or by other accounts thirty-six. That was my first experience of what Menawhidden could do. I have had many since: but to this day our little church--yes, even when we decorate it for harvest-festival and pile the sheaves within the Communion rails--remains for me the dark little building where the bodies lay in rows waiting to be identified, and where I and half-a-dozen volunteers took turns in keeping watch day and night while the windows shook and the damp oozed down the walls.
"The cause of the wreck was never made clear. The helmsman had gone, and the captain (his body was among the missing), and the first, second, and third officers. But two seamen who had been successively relieved at the wheel in the early hours of the night agreed on the course set by the captain. It was a course which must finally bring them straight on Menawhidden. Yet there was no evidence to show that the captain changed it. The men knew nothing of Channel navigation, and had simply obeyed orders. She had struck during the first mate"s watch. The fourth officer (survivor) had also been on deck. He gave evidence that his superior, Mr. Rands, had said nothing about the course. For his own part he had supposed the ship to be a good fifteen miles from the coast.
They had sighted no sh.o.r.e-lights to warn them: but the weather was hazy.
Five minutes before the catastrophe Mr. Rands had remarked that the wind was increasing, but had deferred shortening sail. The ship was an old one, but newly rigged throughout. Her compa.s.ses had been adjusted and the ship swung at Greenhithe, just before the voyage. Mr. Murchison, the captain, was a trusted commander of the H.E.I.C.: he came originally from Liverpool, and had worked his way up in the company"s service: a positive man and something of a disciplinarian, almost a martinet--not a man who would bear crossing easily. He was in his cabin, but came on deck at once, ready dressed; and had, with Colonel Stanhope"s a.s.sistance, kept admirable order, getting out the three boats as promptly as possible. A fourth had actually been launched, and was being manned when the vessel plunged and stove her in as she went down.
"That is as much as needs be told about the _Nerbuddha_. Let me get on to the happier part of the story, that which concerns d.i.c.k Hobart and the small girl whom by Heaven"s mercy he helped to save. Her name was Felicia--Felicia Rose Derwent Stanhope in full. Her uncle and guardian, Sir John Derwent, came down and fetched her home, with the bodies of her father and mother. I have told you that d.i.c.k was just then waiting for his commission, which, by the way, his family could poorly afford to purchase. Well, in recognition of his "gallantry" (as the old gentleman was good enough to term it) Sir John, who possessed a good deal of influence, had him gazetted within six weeks, and to the 2-th Regiment-- "for which," so ran the gracious letter bringing the news, "you have performed the first of what I hope will be a long list of distinguished services."
"Pretty, was it not? Yes, but there"s prettier to come. Felicia, who was an only child and quite an heiress in a small way, kept up from the first a steady correspondence with her "preserver": childish letters, to begin with, but d.i.c.k kept them all. In Bombay, in Abyssinia, for a few weeks in England (when he saw her for the first time since the wreck), then back in India again, he has told me since that the world held but one woman for him, and that was the little girl growing up to womanhood in her Bedfordshire home.
"Well it all happened as you are guessing. d.i.c.k, who had inherited a little money by this time, and was expecting his majority, returned to England in "72 on a long furlough. Needless to say he paid a visit to Cressingham, where Felicia lived under the wing of a widowed aunt: equally needless to say what happened there. The engagement was a short one--six weeks: and d.i.c.k flattered me immensely with an invitation to come up and perform the ceremony."
The Vicar paused, refilled his gla.s.s, and leaning back gazed up at the now silent nests. "All this," thought I, "may be mighty interesting in its way, but what--"
"But what, you"ll be asking, has all this to do with John Emmet?
I"m coming to that. On the evening of my arrival at Cressingham, d.i.c.k, who was lodging at the village inn where I too had a room, took me over to pay my respects to the ladies. We had taken our leave and were pa.s.sing down the pretty avenue of limes to the entrance gates, when he paused and hailed a man stooping over a fountain in the Italian garden on our left, and apparently clearing it of dead leaves.
""Hi! John Emmet!"
"The man straightened his back, faced round, and came towards us, touching his hat.
""This is the gentleman, John, who has come expressly to tie the knot next Wednesday. You must know," said d.i.c.k, turning to me, "that Miss Felicia and John Emmet are sworn friends, and he owes me a mighty grudge for taking her away. He"s been gardener here for fifteen--sixteen--how many years is it, John?"
""Then," said I, "I suppose you were here before the wreck of the _Nerbuddha_, and knew Miss Felicia"s parents?"
"The man gave a start, and his hat, which he had pulled off, and with the brim of which he was fumbling, slipped from his fingers and rolled on the turf.
""Oh, yes, I forgot!" put in d.i.c.k. "I ought to have told you that Mr.
West here is the Rector of Lansulyan, and was at the time of the wreck."
""Indeed, Sir!" John Emmet had recovered his hat, and confronted me with a face for which I spared a glance before bending my eyes on the daisies at my feet. "I--I took service here some months after that event."
""Come, Padre"--these were the next words I heard--"if you wish to prod up all the daisies on Felicia"s property, arise early to-morrow and begin. But if we"re to dine at the Hall to-night it"s time to be getting back to the inn and changing our clothes."
"I looked up, and my eyes fell on the retreating back of John Emmet, already half-way towards the Italian garden."
""Queer fellow, that--what"s his name?--John Emmet," said I late that night on our return to the inn, as d.i.c.k and I mixed our whiskey and prepared for a smoke before his sitting-room fire.
""Tile loose, I fancy," answered d.i.c.k, pausing with a lighted match in his hand. "I"ve an idea that he owes me a grudge for coming here and carrying off Felicia."
""What gives you that notion?"
""Well, you see he has always been a favourite of hers. She tells me that the hours she managed to steal and spend in the garden, chatting with John Emmet while he worked, were the happiest in her childhood.
He seems to have been a kind of out-of-door protector to her, and I"ll bet she twisted him round her small thumb."
""That"s little enough to go upon," was my comment. "It struck me, on the contrary, that the man eyed you with some affection, not to say pride."
""Well, it"s a small thing, but I can"t help remembering how he took the news of Felicia"s--of our engagement. You see, it happened at a fancy-dress dance."
""What happened?"
""Don"t be dense, Padre. Why, _it_--the engagement. The dance was given by some people who live two miles from here--people called Bargrave. Felicia and I drove over. She wore an old Court dress of her grandmother"s or great-grand-mother"s: I"m no hand at costumes, and can only tell you that she looked particularly jolly in it. I went in uniform--mess uniform, that is. It"s one of the minor advantages of the service that on these occasions a man hasn"t to put on a cavalier"s wig and look like a goat out for a holiday. Well, as I was saying, at this particular dance _it_ happened. It was daybreak when we started to drive home; a perfect midsummer morning, sun shining, dew on the hedges, and the birds singing fit to split themselves. Felicia and I had a lot to say to each other, naturally; and it occurred to us to stop the carriage at the gates and send it on while we walked up to the house together. We took the path leading through the Italian garden, and there--pretty well in the same place where you saw him this afternoon-- we came on John Emmet, already out and at work: or rather he was leaning on a hoe and staring after the carriage as it moved up the avenue behind the limes. We came on him from behind, and, I suppose, suddenly.
Anyhow, we scared him. I never saw such a face in my life as he turned on us! It went all white in an instant, and then slowly whiter.
No doubt our dress was unusual: but I"m not accustomed to be taken for a ghost--"
""Was it _you_ who frightened him?"
""Yes, I think so. He kept his eyes on me, anyway: and at first, when Felicia asked him to congratulate her, he didn"t seem to hear. After a bit, however, he picked up his speech and muttered something about fate, and wishing her joy--I forget what. Felicia confessed afterwards that his face had fairly frightened her."