CHAPTER XI
_Possibilities are infinite, or great events in embrio: A bishop"s dinner and a dean"s devotion: A discovery: Clerical conversation: The way to rise in the church_
By this time my political labours began to wear a respectable appearance. A third letter had been published, and a fourth was preparing. I was in high favour. Men of all ranks visited the earl; and dukes, lords, and barons became as familiar to me as gowns and caps had formerly been in the streets of Oxford. I stood on the very pinnacle of fortune; and, proud of my skill, like a rope-dancer that casts away his balancing pole, I took pleasure in standing on tiptoe.
Noticed by the leading men, caressed and courted by their dependants, politics encouraging me on this hand, and theology inviting me on that, the whole world seemed to be smiles and sunshine; and I discovered that none but blockheads had any cause to complain of its injuries and its storms.
Having eased myself for the present of my load of divinity, my fourth letter required no long time to finish. I hastened with it to his lordship, my spirits mounting as usual. He took it, but not with his former eagerness; read it, praised it, but with less of that zeal which interested hope supplies.
I remarked the change, and began to inquire what was my fault? "None,"
replied his lordship. "Your letter is excellent! charming! every thing I could wish!"--"Then I may send it to the press?"--"No: I would wish you not to do that."--"My lord!"--"Leave it with me. Wait a few days and perhaps you may hear of something that will surprise and please you."--"Indeed, my lord!"
I stood fixed, with inquiring eyes, hungry after more information. But this was not granted; except that, with a significant smile, he told me he had an engagement of importance for the morning: and with this hint I retired.
It was impossible for me to hear so much, and no more, and to forbear forming conjectures. There was going to be a new ministry! It could not be otherwise!
Mr. *** soon afterward knocked at the door. I looked through the window and saw his carriage. I went to the head of the stairs and heard him received, by the earl, with every expression of welcome!
I had now no doubt but that a place, if I would accept it, would incontinently be bestowed on me; and it was almost painful to think that my future plans were of an opposite kind. Yet, why opposite?
Churchmen were not prohibited the circle of politics. My station would be honourable, for they would not think of offering me trifles. And why not step from the treasury bench to the bench of bishops? Let but the love of the state and the love of the church be there, and neither seat would suffer contamination.
A revolution of fortune was certainly at hand: what it was I could not accurately foresee, but that it would be highly favourable no man in his senses could have the least doubt: such was my creed.
The very next day I received a note from the bishop, inviting me to partake of a family dinner, with him and his niece. So it is! And so true is the proverb: it never rains but it pours! Good fortune absolutely persecuted me! Honours fell so thick at my feet that I had not time to stoop and pick them up! In the present humour of things, I knew not whether I might not be invited, before the morrow came, to dine with a party of prime ministers, and be elected their president.
Mean time however I thought proper to accept the bishop"s invitation; and, as nothing better did actually intervene, when the hour came I kept my appointment.
Being there, the footman led me up to the drawing-room; in which were a lady, who curtsying told me the bishop would soon be down, and the Dean of ----, another rosy gilled son of the church. I have often asked myself--"Why are butchers, tallow-chandlers, cook-maids, and church dignitaries so inclined to be fat?" but I could never satisfactorily resolve the question.
His lordship soon made his appearance; and, having first paid his obedience to the dean, he took the lady by the hand, and presenting her to me said--"This, Mr. Trevor, is my niece; who I dare say will be glad to be acquainted with you." Bows, curtsies, and acknowledgments of honours conferred, were things of course.
Miss Wilmot, that was the lady"s name, Miss Wilmot and I made attempts to entertain each other. Her person was tall, her shape taper, her complexion delicate, and her demeanour easy. Her remarks were not profound, but they were delivered without pretension. She was more inclined to let the conversation die away than to sustain it by that flux of tongue, which afflicted the ear at the house of the Ellis"s.
Her countenance was strongly marked with melancholy; and a languid endeavour to please seemed to have been the result of study, and to have grown into habit.
Our attention was soon called to another quarter. "Dinner! dinner!
gentlemen," exclaimed the right reverend father. "Come, come; we must not let the dinner get cold! Do any thing rather than spoil my dinner!
I cannot forgive that."
Away we went. When a bishop has the happiness to be ready for his dinner, his dinner is sure to be ready for him. Hunger three times a day is the blessing he would first pray for. No remiss cooks, no delays for politeness sake there. Nor is there any occasion: scandal itself cannot tax the clergy with want of punctuality, at the hour of dinner.
We sat down. The lady carved. There were three of us, for she ate little. But, heaven bless me! she had work enough! It was like boys fighting, one down and the other come on! I might wonder about the fattening of butchers and tallow-chandlers as I pleased, but the last part of my wonder was over. I was no mean demolisher of pudding and pie-crust myself; but lord! I was an infant. "You don"t eat, Mr.
Trevor!" said the lady. "You don"t eat, Mr. Trevor!" said the dean.
"You don"t eat, Mr. Trevor!" blubbered the bishop. Yet never had I been so gorged since the first night at Oxford; and scarcely then.
I would have held it out to the last; for who would not honour the cloth? But the thing could not be, and I fairly laid down my knife and fork in despair. "Lord! Mr. Trevor! why you have not done?" was the general chorus. "There is another course coming!"
It was in vain: man is but man. I fell to at first like the rest, thinking that the engagement though hot would be soon over; but I little knew the doughty heroes, with whom I had entered the lists.
The chiefs of Homer, with their chines and goblets and canisters of bread, would have been unequal to the contest. I had time enough to contemplate the bishop; I thought I beheld him quaffing suffocation and stowing in apoplexy; and Homer"s simile of the ox and Agamemnon forced itself strongly upon me:
So while he feeds, luxurious in the stall, The sov"reign of the herd is doom"d to fall.
Neither did their eating end with the second course. The table was no sooner cleared of the cloth, and the racy wine with double rows of gla.s.ses again placed in array, than almonds, raisins, olives, oranges, Indian conserves, and biscuits deviled, covered the board! To it again they fell, with unabating vigour! I soon found reason to leave them, but I doubt whether for three hours their mouths were once seen motionless! In the act of error its enormity escapes detection. I had momentary intervals, in which I philosophised on the scene before me; but not deeply. I was a partaker of the vice, and my astonishment at it was by no means so great then as it is now.
But there was another circ.u.mstance at which it was even extreme, and mingled with high indignation. I was ignorant of the clerical maxim, that the absence of the profane washes the starch out of lawn.
Hypocrisy avaunt! They are then at liberty to _unbend_! I was soon better informed. The bishop and the dean, Miss Wilmot being still present, the moment the devil of gluttony would give them leisure, could find no way of amusing themselves so effectually as by attempting to call up the devil of l.u.s.t. Allusions that were evidently their common-place table talk, and that approached as nearly as they durst venture to obscenity, were their pastime. With these they tickled their fancy till it gurgled in their throats, applied to Miss Wilmot to give it a higher gusto, and, while they hypocritically avoided words which the ear could not endure, they taxed their dull wit to conjure up their corresponding ideas. I must own that, in my mind, poor mother church at that moment made but a pitiful appearance.
Disgusted with their impotent efforts to make their brain the common sewer of Joe Miller, I at last started up, with difficulty bridled my anger, and addressing myself to the lady said, "Shall we retire to your tea table, Miss Wilmot?" "Ay, do, do!" replied the father in G.o.d.
"Try, Liddy, if you can entertain Mr. Trevor: we will stay by our bottle."
I led her out; and I leave the initiated to guess with what episcopal reverence All saints and their Mother were introduced, the moment the lady"s back was turned.
In the course of conversation with the lady, I thought I remarked many strong traits of resemblance between her and my former friend and instructor, the usher of the grammar school, whose name also was Wilmot. The name perhaps was the circ.u.mstance that turned my thoughts into that channel; and the fancied likeness between them soon increased upon me so forcibly, that I could no longer forbear to relate all that I knew concerning him, and to inquire if he were her relation?
While I spoke, she changed colour; and after some hesitation answered, "he is my brother."--"And the nephew of his lordship?"--
Her flushings and hesitation were increased. "I am sorry, madam,"
said I, "if I have been indiscreet." She answered, in a feeble and inarticulate manner, "he stands in the same relationship to the bishop that I do."
The feelings of the lady turned my attention, and prevented me from noticing the ambiguity of the reply. "I respected and loved your brother, madam," continued I. "His stay was but short after I left the school, and I have not heard of him since. Is he in London?"--"I believe so; but I do not know where."
Every question gave additional pain, and I dropped the subject with saying, that I was happy to be acquainted with the sister of a man who had so essentially aided me in my education, and for whom I had the highest esteem.
I thought I perceived the tears struggling to get vent, and to relieve her I made a short visit to the dignitaries--who were--not drunk!
Beware of scandal! Calumny itself could not say that madeira, port, and brandy mingled could make them drunk! Madeira port and brandy mingled were but digestives. No: I found the bishop relating one of the princ.i.p.al incidents of his life; which incident it was his practice to relate every day after dinner.
"And so, Mr. Dean, it was the first day, after I had been consecrated a bishop, that I appeared in my full canonicals. And so you know the young gentlemen [He was speaking of the Westminster boys] had never seen me in them; because, as I was a saying, it was the first day of my putting them on. And so, Mr. Dean, as it was the first day of my putting them on, they had placed themselves all of a row, for to see me pa.s.s through them; because, as I say, it was the first day of my putting them on. And you can"t think, Mr. Dean, what an alteration it made! Every body told me so! and the young gentlemen as I pa.s.sed, I a.s.sure you, when they saw me with my lawn sleeves and quite in full decoration, being the first day of my putting them on, they all bowed; and I a.s.sure you behaved with the greatest respect you can think. For as I tell you it was the first day of my putting them on; so they had never seen me in them before; so, I a.s.sure you, they bowed and behaved with the greatest respect. They seemed quite surprized, I made such an appearance! And so, I a.s.sure you, they bowed and behaved with the greatest respect; for as I was a saying, it was the first day of my putting them on. Perhaps, Mr. Trevor, you never heard the story of my first appearing in my canonicals? I"ll tell it you!"
His lordship then began the story again. He had not a single circ.u.mstance to add; yet he would not be stopped in his career by my a.s.suring him that I had heard the whole.
His lordship and the dean then began a discourse concerning the clubs, of which they were both members; with inquiries after and annotations on prebends, archdeacons, and doctors, that had the honour to gluttonize together on these occasions. This, though highly amusing to them, was intolerable dulness to me, and I returned to Miss Wilmot.
At nine o"clock, the dean"s carriage was at the door, and he departed.
He was a great lover of decorum.
I was preparing to follow his example; but his lordship joined us, and desired me to sit down for half an hour; he had something to say to me. Wondering what it could be, I readily complied.
He then began to ask me, how I liked his niece? and to talk of this and the other young clergymen, who had risen in the church by matrimony. Miss Wilmot I perceived was greatly embarra.s.sed. I listened to him with some surprise; for I had nothing to say. He concluded his remarks with telling me, that we would talk more on these subjects another time.
While the dean had been present, the turn of the conversation was such that, though I made two or three aukward attempts, I could find no opportunity of introducing my defence of the articles. I was now more successful, and his lordship told me it was well written; certainly very well written. He had read it himself, and had consulted two or three very sound divines.
I had no doubt of the fact, yet was glad to hear it confirmed, especially by testimonies that I persuaded myself must be good, and expressed my satisfaction. "Yes," said his lordship; "your defence is very well written, Mr. Trevor; and I have something to say to you about that matter. But I am a little drowsy at present. Ring for my night cap, niece! If you will be with me to-morrow morning at ten o"clock, Mr. Trevor, we"ll talk the thing over."
I then bade the lady and his lordship good night, and returned to Bruton-street, with my brain swimming with cogitations concerning bishops, nieces, deans, articles, sound divines, the church, the sons of the church, sensuality, obscenity, and innumerable a.s.sociating but discordant ideas, that bred a strange confusion and darkness of intellect.