"Why, what an old-fashioned chap thou be"st. Thy grandad afore thee went to Dunham: but thou wert always a slow coach. I"m off to Alderley,--me and my missis."
"Ay, that"s because there"s only thee and thy missis. Wait till thou hast gotten four childer, like me, and thou"lt be glad enough to take "em to Dunham, oud-fashioned way, for fourpence apiece."
"I"d still go to Alderley; I"d not be bothered with my children; they should keep house at home."
A pair of hands, the person to whom they belonged invisible, boxed his ears on this last speech, in a very spirited, though playful, manner, and the neighbours all laughed at the surprised look of the speaker, at this a.s.sault from an unseen foe. The man who had been holding conversation with him cried out,--
"Sarved him right, Mrs. Slater: he knows nought about it yet; but when he gets them he"ll be as loth to leave the babbies at home on a Whitsuntide as any on us. We shall live to see him in Dunham Park yet, wi" twins in his arms, and another pair on "em clutching at daddy"s coat-tails, let alone your share of youngsters, missis."
At this moment our friend Libbie appeared at her window, and Mrs.
Slater, who had taken her discomfited husband"s place, called out,--
"Elizabeth Marsh, where are Dixons and you bound to?"
"Dixons are not up yet; he said last night he"d take his holiday out in lying in bed. I"m going to the old-fashioned place, Dunham."
"Thou art never going by thyself, moping!"
"No. I"m going with Margaret Hall and her lad," replied Libbie, hastily withdrawing from the window, in order to avoid hearing any remarks on the a.s.sociates she had chosen for her day of pleasure--the scold of the neighbourhood, and her sickly, ailing child!
But Jupiter might have been a dove, and his ivy leaves an olive branch, for the peace he had brought, the happiness he had caused, to three individuals at least. For of course it could not long be a mystery who had sent little Frank Hall his valentine; nor could his mother long entertain her hard manner towards one who had given her child a new pleasure. She was shy, and she was proud, and for some time she struggled against the natural desire of manifesting her grat.i.tude; but one evening, when Libbie was returning home, with a bundle of work half as large as herself, as she dragged herself along through the heated streets, she was overtaken by Margaret Hall, her burden gently pulled from her, and her way home shortened, and her weary spirits soothed and cheered, by the outpourings of Margaret"s heart; for the barrier of reserve once broken down, she had much to say, to thank her for days of amus.e.m.e.nt and happy employment for her lad, to speak of his grat.i.tude, to tell of her hopes and fears,--the hopes and fears that made up the dates of her life. From that time, Libbie lost her awe of the termagant in interest for the mother, whose all was ventured in so frail a bark. From this time, Libbie was a fast friend with both mother and son, planning mitigations for the sorrowful days of the latter as eagerly as poor Margaret Hall, and with far more success. His life had flickered up under the charm and excitement of the last few months. He even seemed strong enough to undertake the journey to Dunham, which Libbie had arranged as a Whitsuntide treat, and for which she and his mother had been h.o.a.rding up for several weeks. The ca.n.a.l boat left Knott-mill at six, and it was now past five; so Libbie let herself out very gently, and went across to her friends. She knocked at the door of their lodging-room, and, without waiting for an answer, entered.
Franky"s face was flushed, and he was trembling with excitement,--partly with pleasure, but partly with some eager wish not yet granted.
"He wants sore to take Peter with him," said his mother to Libbie, as if referring the matter to her. The boy looked imploringly at her.
"He would like it, I know; for one thing, he"d miss me sadly, and chirrup for me all day long, he"d be so lonely. I could not be half so happy a-thinking on him, left alone here by himself. Then, Libbie, he"s just like a Christian, so fond of flowers and green leaves, and them sort of things. He chirrups to me so when mother brings me a pennyworth of wall-flowers to put round his cage. He would talk if he could, you know; but I can tell what he means quite as one as if he spoke. Do let Peter go, Libbie; I"ll carry him in my own arms."
So Jupiter was allowed to be of the party. Now Libbie had overcome the great difficulty of conveying Franky to the boat, by offering to "slay"
for a coach, and the shouts and exclamations of the neighbours told them that their conveyance awaited them at the bottom of the court. His mother carried Franky, light in weight, though heavy in helplessness, and he would hold the cage, believing that he was thus redeeming his pledge, that Peter should be a trouble to no one. Libbie proceeded to arrange the bundle containing their dinner, as a support in the corner of the coach. The neighbours came out with many blunt speeches, and more kindly wishes, and one or two of them would have relieved Margaret of her burden, if she would have allowed it. The presence of that little crippled fellow seemed to obliterate all the angry feelings which had existed between his mother and her neighbours, and which had formed the politics of that little court for many a day.
And now they were fairly off! Franky bit his lips in attempted endurance of the pain the motion caused him; he winced and shrank, until they were fairly on a Macadamized thoroughfare, when he closed his eyes, and seemed desirous of a few minutes" rest. Libbie felt very shy, and very much afraid of being seen by her employers, "set up in a coach!" and so she hid herself in a corner, and made herself as small as possible; while Mrs. Hall had exactly the opposite feeling, and was delighted to stand up, stretching out of the window, and nodding to pretty nearly every one they met or pa.s.sed on the foot-paths; and they were not a few, for the streets were quite gay, even at that early hour, with parties going to this or that railway station, or to the boats which crowded the ca.n.a.ls on this bright holiday week; and almost every one they met seemed to enter into Mrs. Hall"s exhilaration of feeling, and had a smile or nod in return. At last she plumped down by Libbie, and exclaimed, "I never was in a coach but once afore, and that was when I was a-going to be married. It"s like heaven; and all done over with such beautiful gimp, too!" continued she, admiring the lining of the vehicle. Jupiter did not enjoy it so much.
As if the holiday time, the lovely weather, and the "sweet hour of prime" had a genial influence, as no doubt they have, everybody"s heart seemed softened towards poor Franky. The driver lifted him out with the tenderness of strength, and bore him carefully down to the boat; the people then made way, and gave him the best seat in their power,--or rather I should call it a couch, for they saw he was weary, and insisted on his lying down,--an att.i.tude he would have been ashamed to a.s.sume without the protection of his mother and Libbie, who now appeared, bearing their baskets and carrying Peter.
Away the boat went, to make room for others, for every conveyance, both by land and water, is in requisition in Whitsun-week, to give the hard-worked crowds the opportunity of enjoying the charms of the country. Even every standing-place in the ca.n.a.l packets was occupied, and as they glided along, the banks were lined with people, who seemed to find it object enough to watch the boats go by, packed close and full with happy beings br.i.m.m.i.n.g with antic.i.p.ations of a day"s pleasure. The country through which they pa.s.sed is as uninteresting as can well be imagined; but still it is the country: and the screams of delight from the children, and the low laughs of pleasure from the parents, at every blossoming tree that trailed its wreath against some cottage wall, or at the tufts of late primroses which lingered in the cool depths of gra.s.s along the ca.n.a.l banks, the thorough relish of everything, as if dreading to let the least circ.u.mstance of this happy day pa.s.s over without its due appreciation, made the time seem all too short, although it took two hours to arrive at a place only eight miles from Manchester.
Even Franky, with all his impatience to see Dunham woods (which I think he confused with London, believing both to be paved with gold), enjoyed the easy motion of the boat so much, floating along, while pictures moved before him, that he regretted when the time came for landing among the soft, green meadows, that came sloping down to the dancing water"s brim. His fellow-pa.s.sengers carried him to the park, and refused all payment, although his mother had laid by sixpence on purpose, as a recompense for this service.
"Oh, Libbie, how beautiful! Oh, mother, mother! is the whole world out of Manchester as beautiful as this? I did not know trees were like this!
Such green homes for birds! Look, Peter! would not you like to be there, up among those boughs? But I can"t let you go, you know, because you"re my little bird brother, and I should be quite lost without you."
They spread a shawl upon the fine mossy turf, at the root of a beech-tree, which made a sort of natural couch, and there they laid him, and bade him rest, in spite of the delight which made him believe himself capable of any exertion. Where he lay,--always holding Jupiter"s cage, and often talking to him as to a playfellow,--he was on the verge of a green area, shut in by magnificent trees, in all the glory of their early foliage, before the summer heats had deepened their verdure into one rich, monotonous tint. And hither came party after party; old men and maidens, young men and children,--whole families trooped along after the guiding fathers, who bore the youngest in their arms, or astride upon their backs, while they turned round occasionally to the wives, with whom they shared some fond local remembrance. For years has Dunham Park been the favourite resort of the Manchester work-people; for more years than I can tell; probably ever since "the Duke," by his ca.n.a.ls, opened out the system of cheap travelling. Its scenery, too, which presents such a complete contrast to the whirl and turmoil of Manchester; so thoroughly woodland, with its ancestral trees (here and there lightning blanched); its "verdurous walls;" its gra.s.sy walks, leading far away into some glade, where you start at the rabbit rustling among the last year"s fern, and where the wood-pigeon"s call seems the only fitting and accordant sound. Depend upon it, this complete sylvan repose, this accessible quiet, this lapping the soul in green images of the country, forms the most complete contrast to a town"s-person, and consequently has over such the greatest power to charm.
Presently Libbie found out she was very hungry. Now they were but provided with dinner, which was, of course, to be eaten as near twelve o"clock as might be; and Margaret Hall, in her prudence, asked a working-man near to tell her what o"clock it was.
"Nay," said he, "I"ll ne"er look at clock or watch to-day. I"ll not spoil my pleasure by finding out how fast it"s going away. If thou"rt hungry, eat. I make my own dinner hour, and I have eaten mine an hour ago."
So they had their veal pies, and then found out it was only about half-past ten o"clock; by so many pleasurable events had that morning been marked. But such was their buoyancy of spirits, that they only enjoyed their mistake, and joined in the general laugh against the man who had eaten his dinner somewhere about nine. He laughed most heartily of all, till, suddenly stopping, he said,--
"I must not go on at this rate; laughing gives one such an appet.i.te."
"Oh! if that"s all," said a merry-looking man, lying at full length, and brushing the fresh scent out of the gra.s.s, while two or three little children tumbled over him, and crept about him, as kittens or puppies frolic with their parents, "if that"s all, we"ll have a subscription of eatables for them improvident folk as have eaten their dinner for their breakfast. Here"s a sausage pasty and a handful of nuts for my share.
Bring round a hat, Bob, and see what the company will give."
Bob carried out the joke, much to little Franky"s amus.e.m.e.nt; and no one was so churlish as to refuse, although the contributions varied from a peppermint drop up to a veal pie and a sausage pasty.
"It"s a thriving trade," said Bob, as he emptied his hatful of provisions on the gra.s.s by Libbie"s side. "Besides, it"s tiptop, too, to live on the public. Hark! what is that?"
The laughter and the chat were suddenly hushed, and mothers told their little ones to listen,--as, far away in the distance, now sinking and falling, now swelling and clear, came a ringing peal of children"s voices, blended together in one of those psalm tunes which we are all of us familiar with, and which bring to mind the old, old days, when we, as wondering children, were first led to worship "Our Father," by those beloved ones who have since gone to the more perfect worship. Holy was that distant choral praise, even to the most thoughtless; and when it, in fact, was ended, in the instant"s pause, during which the ear awaits the repet.i.tion of the air, they caught the noontide hum and buzz of the myriads of insects who danced away their lives in the glorious day; they heard the swaying of the mighty woods in the soft but resistless breeze, and then again once more burst forth the merry jests and the shouts of childhood; and again the elder ones resumed their happy talk, as they lay or sat "under the greenwood tree." Fresh parties came dropping in; some laden with wild flowers--almost with branches of hawthorn, indeed; while one or two had made prizes of the earliest dog-roses, and had cast away campion, st.i.tchwort, ragged robin, all to keep the lady of the hedges from being obscured or hidden by the community.
One after another drew near to Franky, and looked on with interest as he lay sorting the flowers given to him. Happy parents stood by, with their household bands around them, in health and comeliness, and felt the sad prophecy of those shrivelled limbs, those wasted fingers, those lamp-like eyes, with their bright, dark l.u.s.tre. His mother was too eagerly watching his happiness to read the meaning of those grave looks, but Libbie saw them and understood them; and a chill shudder went through her, even on that day, as she thought on the future.
"Ay! I thought we should give you a start!"
A start they did give, with their terrible slap on Libbie"s back, as she sat idly grouping flowers, and following out her sorrowful thoughts. It was the Dixons. Instead of keeping their holiday by lying in bed, they and their children had roused themselves, and had come by the omnibus to the nearest point. For an instant the meeting was an awkward one, on account of the feud between Margaret Hall and Mrs. Dixon, but there was no long resisting of kindly mother Nature"s soothings, at that holiday time, and in that lonely tranquil spot; or if they could have been unheeded, the sight of Franky would have awed every angry feeling into rest, so changed was he since the Dixons had last seen him; and since he had been the Puck or Robin Goodfellow of the neighbourhood, whose marbles were always rolling under other people"s feet, and whose top-strings were always hanging in nooses to catch the unwary. Yes, he, the feeble, mild, almost girlish-looking lad, had once been a merry, happy rogue, and as such often cuffed by Mrs. Dixon, the very Mrs. Dixon who now stood gazing with the tears in her eyes. Could she, in sight of him, the changed, the fading, keep up a quarrel with his mother?
"How long hast thou been here?" asked Dixon.
"Welly on for all day," answered Libbie.
"Hast never been to see the deer, or the king and queen oaks? Lord, how stupid."
His wife pinched his arm, to remind him of Franky"s helpless condition, which of course tethered the otherwise willing feet. But Dixon had a remedy. He called Bob, and one or two others, and each taking a corner of the strong plaid shawl, they slung Franky as in a hammock, and thus carried him merrily along, down the wood paths, over the smooth, gra.s.sy turf, while the glimmering shine and shadow fell on his upturned face.
The women walked behind, talking, loitering along, always in sight of the hammock; now picking up some green treasure from the ground, now catching at the low hanging branches of the horse-chestnut. The soul grew much on this day, and in these woods, and all unconsciously, as souls do grow. They followed Franky"s hammock-bearers up a gra.s.sy knoll, on the top of which stood a group of pine trees, whose stems looked like dark red gold in the sunbeams. They had taken Franky there to show him Manchester, far away in the blue plain, against which the woodland foreground cut with a soft clear line. Far, far away in the distance on that flat plain, you might see the motionless cloud of smoke hanging over a great town, and that was Manchester,--ugly, smoky Manchester, dear, busy, earnest, n.o.ble-working Manchester; where their children had been born, and where, perhaps, some lay buried; where their homes were, and where G.o.d had cast their lives, and told them to work out their destiny.
"Hurrah! for oud smoke-jack!" cried Bob, putting Franky softly down on the gra.s.s, before he whirled his hat round, preparatory to a shout.
"Hurrah! hurrah!" from all the men. "There"s the rim of my hat lying like a quoit yonder," observed Bob quietly, as he replaced his brimless hat on his head with the gravity of a judge.
"Here"s the Sunday-school children a-coming to sit on this shady side, and have their buns and milk. Hark! they"re singing the infant-school grace."
They sat close at hand, so that Franky could hear the words they sang, in rings of children, making, in their gay summer prints, newly donned for that week, garlands of little faces, all happy and bright upon that green hill-side. One little "Dot" of a girl came shily behind Franky, whom she had long been watching, and threw her half-bun at his side, and then ran away and hid herself, in very shame at the boldness of her own sweet impulse. She kept peeping from her screen at Franky all the time; and he meanwhile was almost too much pleased and happy to eat; the world was so beautiful, and men, women, and children all so tender and kind; so softened, in fact, by the beauty of this earth, so unconsciously touched by the spirit of love, which was the Creator of this lovely earth. But the day drew to an end; the heat declined; the birds once more began their warblings; the fresh scents again hung about plant, and tree, and gra.s.s, betokening the fragrant presence of the reviving dew, and--the boat time was near. As they trod the meadow-path once more, they were joined by many a party they had encountered during the day, all abounding in happiness, all full of the day"s adventures.
Long-cherished quarrels had been forgotten, new friendships formed.
Fresh tastes and higher delights had been imparted that day. We have all of us our look, now and then, called up by some n.o.ble or loving thought (our highest on earth), which will be our likeness in heaven. I can catch the glance on many a face, the glancing light of the cloud of glory from heaven, "which is our home." That look was present on many a hard-worked, wrinkled countenance, as they turned backwards to catch a longing, lingering look at Dunham woods, fast deepening into blackness of night, but whose memory was to haunt, in greenness and freshness, many a loom, and workshop, and factory, with images of peace and beauty.
That night, as Libbie lay awake, revolving the incidents of the day, she caught Franky"s voice through the open windows. Instead of the frequent moan of pain, he was trying to recall the burden of one of the children"s hymns,--
Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In Heaven we part no more.
Oh! that will be joyful, &c.
She recalled his question, the whispered question, to her, in the happiest part of the day. He asked Libbie, "Is Dunham like heaven? the people here are as kind as angels, and I don"t want heaven to be more beautiful than this place. If you and mother would but die with me, I should like to die, and live always there!" She had checked him, for she feared he was impious; but now the young child"s craving for some definite idea of the land to which his inner wisdom told him he was hastening, had nothing in it wrong, or even sorrowful, for--
In Heaven we part no more.
ERA III.
MICHAELMAS.
The church clocks had struck three; the crowds of gentlemen returning to business, after their early dinners, had disappeared within offices and warehouses; the streets were clear and quiet, and ladies were venturing to sally forth for their afternoon shoppings and their afternoon calls.