"But, my Lord, there must be a large number of men like myself who make very tolerable soldiers, but who would turn out sorry poets or poor advocates."
"Give me your arm now, and I will take you round by the fish-pond and show you where the "Monks of the Screw" held their first meeting. You have heard of that convivial club?" Trafiford bowed; and the Judge went on to tell of the strange doings of those grave and thoughtful men, who-deemed no absurdity too great in their hours of distraction and levity. When they reached the house, the old man was so fatigued that he had to sit down in the porch to rest. "You have seen all, sir; all I have of memorable. You say you "d like to see the garden, but there is not a memory connected with it. See it, however, by all means; saunter about till I have rallied a little, and then join me at my early dinner.
I "ll send to tell you when it is ready. I am sorry it will be such a lonely meal; but she who could have thrown sunshine over it is gone--gone!" And he held his hands over his face, and said no more.
Trafiford moved silently away, and went in search of the garden. He soon found the little wicket, and ere many minutes was deep in the leafy solitude of the neglected spot. At last he came upon the small gate in the laurel hedge, pa.s.sing through which he entered the little flower-garden. Yes, yes; there was no doubting it! This was hers! Here were the flowers she tended; here the heavy bells from which she emptied the rain-drops; here the tendrils her own hands had trained! Oh, force of love, that makes the very ground holy, and gives to every leaf and bud an abiding value! He threw himself upon the sward and kissed it.
There was a little seat under a large ilex--how often had she sat there thinking!--could it be thinking over the days beside the Shannon,--that delicious night they came back from Holy Island, the happiest of all his life? Oh, if he could but believe that she loved him! if he could only know that she did not think of him with anger and resentment!--for she might! Who could tell what might have been said of his life at the Sewells"? He had made a confidante of one who a.s.sumed to misunderstand him, and who overwhelmed him with a confession of her own misery, and declared she loved him; and this while he lay in a burning fever, his head racked with pain, and his mind on the verge of wandering. Was there-ever a harder fate than his? That he had forfeited the affection of his family, that he had wrecked his worldly fortunes, seemed little in his eyes to the danger of being thought ill of by her he loved.
His father"s last letter to him had been a command to leave the army and return home, to live there as became the expectant head of the house.
"I will have your word of honor to abandon this ign.o.ble pa.s.sion"--so he called his love; "and in addition, your solemn pledge never to marry an Irishwoman." These words were, he well knew, supplied by his mother. It had been the incessant burden of her harangues to him during the tedious days of his recovery; and even when, on the morning of this very day, she had been suddenly recalled to England by a severe attack of illness of her husband, her last act before departure was to write a brief note to Lionel, declaring that if he should not follow her within a week, she would no longer conceive herself bound to maintain his interests against those of his more obedient and more affectionate brother.
"Won"t that help my recovery, doctor?" said he, showing the kind and generous epistle to Beattie. "Are not these the sort of tonic stimulants your art envies?"
Beattie shook his head in silence, and after a long pause said, "Well, what was your reply to this?"
"Can you doubt it? Don"t you know it; or don"t you know _me?_"
"Perhaps I guess."
"No, but you are certain of it, doctor. The regiment is ordered to Malta, and sails on the 12th. I go with them! Holt is a grand old place, and the estate is a fine one; I wish my brother every luck with both.
Will you do me a favor,--a great favor?"
"If in my power, you may be certain I will. What is it?"
"Take me over to the Priory; I want to see it. You can find some pretext to present me to the Chief Baron, and obtain his leave to wander through the grounds."
"I perceive--I apprehend," said Beattie, slyly. "There is no difficulty in this. The old Judge cherishes the belief that the spot is little short of sacred; he only wonders why men do not come as pilgrims to visit it. There is a tradition of Addison having lived there, while secretary in Ireland; Curran certainly did; and a greater than either now ill.u.s.trates the locality."
It was thus that Trafford came to be there; with what veneration for the haunts of genius let the reader picture to himself!
"His Lordship is waiting dinner, sir," said a servant, abruptly, as he sat there--thinking, thinking; and he arose and followed the man to the house.
The Chief Baron had spent the interval since they parted in preparing for the evening"s display. To have for his guest a youth so imbued with reverence for Irish genius and ability, was no common event. Young Englishmen and soldiers, too, were not usually of this stuff; and the occasion to make a favorable impression was not to be lost.
When he entered the dinner-room, Trafford was struck by seeing that the table was laid for three, though they were but two; and that on the napkin opposite to where he sat a small bouquet of fresh flowers was placed.
"My granddaughter"s place, sir," said the old Judge, as he caught his eye. "It is reserved for her return. May it be soon!"
How gentle the old man"s voice sounded as he said this, and how kindly his eyes beamed! Trafford thought there was something actually attractive in his features, and wondered he had not remarked it before.
Perhaps on that day when the old Judge well knew how agreeable he was, what stores of wit and pleasantry he was pouring forth, his convictions a.s.sured him that his guest was charmed. It was a very pardonable delusion,--he talked with great brilliancy and vigor. He possessed the gift--which would really seem to be the especial gift of Irishmen of that day--to be a perfect relater. To a story he imparted that slight dash of dramatic situation and dialogue that made it lifelike, and yet never r.e.t.a.r.ded the interest nor prolonged the catastrophe. Acute as was his wit, his taste was fully as conspicuous, never betraying him for an instant, so long as his personal vanity could be kept out of view.
Trafford"s eager and animated attention showed with what pleasure he listened; and the Chief, like all men who love to talk and know they talk well, talked all the better for the success vouchsafed to him. He even arrived at that stage of triumph in which he felt that his guest was no common man, and wondered if England really turned out many young fellows of this stamp,--so well read, so just, so sensible, so keenly alive to nice distinction, and so unerring in matters of taste.
"You were schooled at Rugby, sir, you told me; and Rugby has reason to be proud if she can turn out such young men. I am only sorry Oxford should not have put the fine edge on so keen an intellect."
Trafford blushed at a compliment he felt to be so unmerited, but the old man saw nothing of his confusion,--he was once again amongst the great scenes and actors of his early memories.
"I hope you will spare me another day before you leave Ireland. Do you think you could give me Sat.u.r.day?" said the Chief, as his guest arose to take leave.
"I am afraid not, my Lord; we shall be on the march by that day."
"Old men have no claim to use the future tense, or I should ask you to come and see me when you come back again."
"Indeed will I. I cannot thank you enough for having asked me."
"Why are there not more young men of that stamp?" said the old Judge, as he looked after him as he went. "Why are they not more generally cultivated and endowed as he is? It is long since I have found one more congenial to me in every way. I must tell Beattie I like his friend. I regret not to see more of him."
It was in this strain Sir William ruminated and reflected; pretty much like many of us, who never think our critics so just or so appreciative as when they applaud ourselves.
CHAPTER XLII. NECESSITIES OP STATE
It is, as regards views of life and the world, a somewhat narrowing process to live amongst sympathizers; and it may be a.s.sumed as an axiom, that no people so much minister to a man"s littleness as those who pity him.
Now, when Lady Lendrick separated from Sir William, she carried away with her a large following of sympathizers. The Chief Baron was well known; his haughty overbearing temper at the bar, his a.s.suming att.i.tude in public life, his turn for sarcasm and epigram, had all contributed to raise up for him a crowd of enemies; and these, if not individually well disposed to Lady Lendrick, could at least look compa.s.sionately on one whose conjugal fate had been so unfortunate. All _her_ shortcomings were lost sight of in presence of _his_ enormities, for the Chief Baron"s temper was an Aaron"s rod of irascibility, which devoured every other; and when the verdict was once pa.s.sed, that "no woman could live with him," very few women offered a word in his defence.
It is just possible that if it had not been for this weight in the opposite scale, Lady Lendrick herself would not have stood so high. Sir William"s faults, however, were accounted to her for righteousness, and she traded on a very pretty capital in consequence. Surrounded by a large circle of female friends, she lived in a round of those charitable dissipations by which some people amuse themselves; and just as dull children learn their English history through a game, and acquire their geography through a puzzle, these grown-up children take in their Christianity by means of deaf and dumb bazaars, b.a.l.l.s for blind inst.i.tutions, and private theatricals for an orphan asylum. This devotion, made easy to the lightest disposition, is not, perhaps, a bad theory,--at least, it does not come amiss to an age which likes to attack its gravest ills in a playful spirit, to treat consumption with cough lozenges, and even moderate the excesses of insanity by soft music. There is another good feature, too, in the practice: it furnishes occupation and employment to a large floating cla.s.s which," for the interest and comfort of society, it is far better should be engaged in some pursuit, than left free to the indulgence of censorious tastes and critical habits. Lady Lendrick lived a sort of monarch amongst these. She was the patroness of this, the secretary of that, and the corresponding member of some other society. Never was an active intelligence more actively occupied; but she liked it all, for she liked power, and, strange as it may seem, there is in a small way an exercise of power even in these petty administrations. Loud, bustling, overbearing, and meddlesome, she went everywhere, and did everything.
The only sustaining hope of those she interfered with was that she was too capricious to persist in any system of annoyance, and was p.r.o.ne to forget to-day the eternal truths she had propounded for reverence yesterday.
I am not sure that she conciliated--I am not sure that she would have cared for--much personal attachment; but she had what certainly she did like, a large following of very devoted supporters. All her little social triumphs--and occasionally she had such--were blazoned abroad by those people who loved to dwell on the courtly attentions bestowed upon their favorite, what distinguished person had taken her "down" to dinner, and the neat compliment that the Viceroy paid her on the taste of her "tabinet."
It need scarcely be remarked that the backwater of all this admiration for Lady Lendrick was a swamping tide of ill-favor for her husband. It would have been hard to deny him ability and talent. But what had he made of his ability and talent? The best lawyer of the bar was not even Chief-Justice of the Queen"s Bench. The greatest speaker and scholar of his day was unknown, except in the reminiscences of a few men almost as old as himself. Was the fault in himself, or was the disqualifying element of his nature the fact of being an Irishman? For a number of years the former theory satisfied all the phenomena of the case, and the restless, impatient disposition--irritable, uncertain, and almost irresponsible--seemed reason enough to deter the various English officials who came over from either seeking the counsels or following the suggestions of the bold Baron of the Exchequer. A change, however, had come, in pail; induced by certain disparaging articles of the English press as to the comparative ability of the two countries; and now it became the fashion to say that had Sir William been born on the sunnier side of St. George"s Channel, and had his triumphs been displayed at Westminster instead of the Four Courts, there would have been no limit to the praise of his ability as a lawyer, nor any delay in according him the highest honors the Crown could bestow.
Men shook their heads, recalled the memorable "curse" recorded by Swift, and said, "Of course there is no favor for an Irishman." It is not the place nor the time to discuss this matter here. I would only say that a good deal of the misconception which prevails upon it is owing to the fact that the qualities which win all the suffrages of one country are held cheaply enough in the other. Plodding unadorned ability, even of a high order, meets little favor in Ireland, while on the other side of the Channel Irish quickness is accounted as levity, and the rapid appreciation of a question without the detail of long labor and thought, is set down as the lucky hit of a lively but very idle intelligence.
I will not let myself wander away further in this digression, but come back to my story. Connected with this theory of Irish depreciation, was the position that but for the land of his birth Sir William would have been elevated to the peerage.
Of course it was a subject to admit of various modes of telling, according to the tastes, the opportunities, and the prejudices of the tellers. The popular version of the story, however, was this: that Sir William declined to press a claim that could not have been resisted, on account of the peculiarly retiring, unambitious character of him who should be his immediate successor. His very profession--adopted and persisted in, in despite of his father"s wish--was a palpable renunciation of all desire for hereditary honor. As the old Judge said, "The _Libro d, Oro_ of n.o.bility is not the Pharmacopoeia;" and the thought of a doctor in the peerage might have cost "Garter" a fit of apoplexy.
Sir William knew this well,--no man better; but the very difficulties gave all the zest and all the flavor to the pursuit. He lived, too, in the hope that some Government official might have bethought him of this objection, that he might spring on him, tiger-like, and tear him in fragments.
"Let them but tell me this," muttered he, "and I will rip up the whole woof, thread by thread, and trace them! The n.o.ble duke whose ancestor was a Dutch pedler, the ill.u.s.trious marquess whose great-grandfather was a smuggler, will have to look to it. Before this cause be called on I would say to them, better to retain me for the Crown! Ay, sirs, such is my advice to you."
While these thoughts agitated Sir William"s mind, the matter of them was giving grave and deep preoccupation to the Viceroy. The Cabinet had repeatedly pressed upon him the necessity of obtaining the Chief Baron"s retirement from the bench,--a measure the more imperative that while they wanted to provide for an old adherent, they were equally anxious to replace him in the House by an abler and readier debater; for so is it, when dulness stops the way, dulness must be promoted,--just as the most tumble-down old hackney-coach must pa.s.s on before my Lord"s carriage can draw up.
"Pemberton must go up," said the Viceroy. "He made a horrid mess of that explanation t" other night in the House. His law was laughed at, and his logic was worse; he really must go on the bench. Can"t you hit upon something, Balfour? Can you devise nothing respecting the Chief Baron?"
"He "ll take nothing but what you won"t give him; I hear he insists on the peerage."
"I"d give it, I declare,--I "d give it to-morrow. As I told the Premier t" other day, Providence always takes care that these law lords have rarely successors. They are life peerages and no more; besides, what does it matter a man more or less in "the Lords"? The peer without hereditary rank and fortune is like the officer who has been raised from the ranks,--he does not dine at mess oftener than he can help it."
Balfour applauded the ill.u.s.tration, and resolved to use it as his own.
"I say again," continued his Excellency, "I"d give it, but they won"t agree with me; they are afraid of the English bar,--they dread what the benchers of Lincoln"s Inn would say."
"They"d only say it for a week or two," mumbled Balfour.
"So I remarked: you"ll have discontent, but it will be pa.s.sing. Some newspaper letters will appear, but Themis and Aristides will soon tire, and if they should not, the world who reads them will tire; and probably the only man who will remember the event three months after will be the silversmith who is cresting the covered dishes of the new creation. You think you can"t go and see him, Balfour?"