Although this was an offer too good and too opportune to be negatived, yet we could not think of parting with our darling Phebe on so short a warning; and, after some remonstrances on both sides, it was agreed that the carriage should be sent for Phebe and me on a future day, which was named, and that I should spend a few days with my old pupil, in her recently acquired and lately inhabited mansion-house of Rosehall, little more than thirty miles distant. The interval which took place betwixt this proposal and its accomplishment was spent in needlework and other little feminine preparations; and, as the day approached, we all felt as if we could have wished that we had rejected the proposal with disdain.
Phebe was often seen in tears--but she was all resignation, and rejoiced that I was to accompany her, and see her fairly entered. At last the dreadful carriage, with its four horses, came into view at the foot of our avenue (which, though possessed of a sufficiently imposing appellation, was nothing more nor less than a very bad and nearly impa.s.sable cart road), and we all began our march to meet the vehicle.
Promises of future visits were spoken of, and made, and solemnly sworn to--a home, house, or manse was declared to Phebe at all times; but, particularly, should she find herself unhappy in her new position; and it was with difficulty that I got the now truly lovely, and all but woman, Phebe, torn from the grasp and cling of my daughters, and handed into the splendid and richly-lined chariot.
In the family of Lady D----, Phebe"s duties were at once easy and agreeable. She waited upon her mistress"s bell in the morning, and was soon taught how to a.s.sist at the toilet. During the day, she either read aloud, whilst her Ladyship reposed after her forenoon"s walk or drive, or looked after the health and comfort of two favourite lap-dogs. At night, again, she renewed her closet a.s.sistance, reading aloud some paragraph which she had marked in a newspaper, and detailing such little domestic incidents as came within the range of her somewhat limited sphere of observation. Lord D---- was much engaged in public business (being lord-lieutenant of the county), and in carrying on some agricultural speculations by which he was much engrossed. There were two young Honourables of the fair s.e.x, and an only son--then attending his studies at Oxford--children of the family. Phebe Fortune was now fifteen, and seemed to increase in loveliness, and the most kindly, intelligent expression of countenance, daily. Her eyes were heaven"s own _blue_--
"The little halcyon"s azure plume Was never half so blue."
And then, when she spoke or smiled, her countenance was altogether overpowering; as well might you have attempted to look steadfastly upon the sun in his midday radiance. Of _her_ far more truly and forcibly might it have been said or sung, than of the "La.s.sie wi" the Lint-white Locks"--
"She talked, she smiled, my heart she wiled, She charmed my soul, I wat na hoo; But aye the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een sae bonny blue."
Phebe, by my own arrangement with Lady D----, was not exposed to any intimacy with the servants, male or female. She had her own apartment and table; and all the menial duties were performed to her as regularly as to any branch of the family. It was soon after my return from a three weeks" visit at Rosehall, that I received the following letter from Phebe. I got it at the post-office, unknown to any of my family; and I kept it, as was my custom when I had anything agreeable to communicate, till after dinner. The board having been cleared, and a tumbler of warm toddy made, my wife"s single gla.s.s having been filled out, and my daughters having turned them all ear, I proceeded to read the following maiden epistle of Phebe Fortune:--
"Dear, dear Papa, and ever dear Mamma, and all my own Sisters dear--I am happy here; Lady D---- is so kind to me; and Lord D---- looks very kind too, though he has not spoken to me yet--but then you see he is always engaged; and the honourable young ladies--but I do not think they are quite so kind; and they are so pretty too, and so happy looking! Oh, I wish they would like me! If they would only speak to me now and then as they pa.s.s me on the stair; but they only stop and laugh to one another, and then they toss their heads; and I can hear them say something about "upsetting," and "mamma"s whim, and papa"s absurdity." I"m sure--I"m sure, my dear parents--(for, alas! I have none other, though I dream sometimes that I have, and I feel so happy and delighted, that I always awake crying)--but what was I going to say?--you know I never wrote any letters before, and you will excuse this I know--I could not, I am sure, speak of whim or absurdity in regard to you, my dear benefactors. But I will try never to mind it. Lady D---- is so very kind. I sometimes go out with the little dogs, Poodle and Clara; they are such dear pets, I could take them, and do often take them to my bosom. And then, the other day, when I was sitting playing with Clara and Poodle, beneath the elm tree, the gardener"s son pa.s.sed me, and--no he did not pa.s.s, that is to say not all at once--but he stopped, and asked me to take a flower, which he had pulled for me, which I did, and then he offered to show me through the hot houses, but I did not go. My dear mamma, do you think I should have gone? And then he left me; but yesterday a little boy gave me the following letter. And all that the letter contains is this--
"If you love me as I love thee, What a loving couple we shall be!"
Love him!--oh, no--no--no--I will never, never walk that way again--I will never, never speak to him more. I love you, my own dear papa, and mamma, and my sisters, and Lady D----, and the two little dear doggies; but I never could love Donald M"Naughton; not but that he is good-looking, too, and young, and respected in the family; but he never can be a father or mother to me you know, as you have been. Oh! do write me soon, soon--and tell me all about the garden, and the ash-tree, and the arbour, and the flowers, and old Neptune, your favourite, and everything. I remain, most affectionately, yours, PHEBE FORTUNE.
"P.S.--But Fortune is not my name. Oh, that I had a name worth writing!--such a name as Lindsay, Crawford, Hamilton, Douglas. Oh!
how beautifully Phebe Douglas would look on paper, and sound in one"s ear!"
Such was the state of Phebe"s mind and feelings at that interesting period of life when the female is in the transition from the mere girl to the real woman; and it was about this very period, when all the feelings are peculiarly alive to each fine impulse, that it fell to Phebe"s lot to be severely tried. Day after day, and week after week, Lady D---- missed some valuable article of dress, some Flanders lace, some costly trinket, a ring it might be, or a bracelet. At last Lady D---- thought it proper to inform her lord of the fact, who, upon obtaining a search warrant unknown to any one save his lady, had the trunks of the whole household establishment strictly searched. Poor Phebe"s little chest, "wi" her a" int," discovered, to the amazement of all, the whole lot of the missing articles. Lady D----looked as if she had been suddenly struck with lightning; whilst poor Phebe regarded the whole as a jest, a method adopted by her lady, or his lordship, to try her character and firmness. She absolutely laughed at the denouement, and seemed altogether unconcerned about the matter. This, to his lordship in particular, appeared to be a confirmation of guilt; and he immediately ordered her person to be secured, evidence of her guilt to be made out, and a criminal trial to be inst.i.tuted. When the full truth dawned upon poor Phebe, she sat as one would do who is vainly endeavouring to recollect something which has escaped his memory. Her colour left her; she was pale as Parian marble; her eyes became dim, and her ears sang; she fainted; and it was not till after great and repeated exertion that she was recovered, through the usual painful steps, to a perception of the outward world. She looked wildly around her. Lady D---- was standing with her handkerchief at her eyes--she had wept aloud.
"O Phebe," said her ladyship, "are you guilty of this?"
Phebe repeated the word "guilty" twice, looked wildly on Lady D----"s eyes, and then, in an unsettled and alarmed manner, all round the room.
"Guilty!" she repeated--"Guilty of what? Who is guilty? It is not he. I am sure he could not be guilty. Oh, no--no--no--he is my father, my friend, my protector, my minny, my dear, dear minny--he could not do it!
he never did it! You are all wrong!--and my poor, poor, head, is odd--odd--odd." Thus saying, she clasped her forehead in a frenzied manner, and nature again came to her relief in a second pause of insensibility, from which she only recovered to indicate that her remaining faculties had seemingly left her. Time, however, gradually awakened her to a perception of the sad reality; and it was from a chamber in the castle, to which she was confined, that she wrote the following letter to her original and kind protector:--
"OH, MY EVER DEAR FRIEND--Your Phebe is accused of--I cannot write it, I cannot bear to look at the horrid word--of stealing. Oh, that you had let me lie where the wickedness of an unknown parent exposed my helplessness to the random tread of the pa.s.senger! Oh, come and see me; I grow positively confused; your Phebe is imprisoned in her own chamber; but my poor head is swimming again--there--there--I see everybody whirling about on the chimney tops--there they go--there they go! I can only see to write PHEBE."
There was no date to this sad scrawl; but it needed none; for in twenty-four hours after it had arrived at the manse, I had set out on my way to Rosehall. The meeting betwixt the foster-father and the child was, of course, exceedingly affecting. Investigations into the whole matter were renewed, but no other way could be thought of for accounting for the presence of the missing property in Phebe"s locked trunk, than the supposition which implied her guilt.
"I could stake my life, my salvation," said I, "on Phebe"s innocence."
But Lord D---- doubted; his Lady could not have believed it possible; but still there were, she said, similar cases on record--one, quite in point, had just occurred in her neighbourhood, where the guilty party had, up to the dishonest act, borne a very high character. The circuit trial came on in about ten days, and Phebe, accompanied by the minister, and the best legal advice, was seated at the bar on her trial. Witnesses were examined, who swore that they saw the trunk opened, and Lady D----"s property discovered; others, particularly the lady"s maid, swore that she all along suspected Phebe, from seeing her always shutting, and often locking her door inside. She once looked through the key-hole, and saw Phebe busied with her trunk; she saw something in her hand that sparkled. Phebe had no exculpatory evidence but her simple averment that she knew not how the articles came there--she never brought them. The king"s advocate having restricted the sentence, and the jury having brought in unanimously a verdict of guilty, the judge was on the point of p.r.o.nouncing a sentence of banishment, when the poor pannel fainted.
It was a most affecting scene to hear the sentence of banishment p.r.o.nounced over a piece of insensate clay. All wept--even the judge; and Phebe was carried out of court, apparently quite dead.
Next morning I was found sitting with a cheerful countenance by Phebe"s couch, in the prison-house. I had good news I said to impart to her:--
"The girl who has been the princ.i.p.al witness against you, has been suddenly seized, during the night, with an excruciating and evidently fatal disease; in the agonies of death she has confessed to me, and in the presence of Lady D---- too, that she had sworn to a lie; that she herself with her own hand, and by means of a false key, placed the articles--which she had originally stolen with the view of retaining them--in your chest. This she had done from jealousy, having observed that her lover, the gardener"s son, had fixed his affections upon you."
All this was solemnly attested in the presence of witnesses, and all this was conveyed in a suitable manner to the judge; in consequence of which, and through the usual preliminary steps, Phebe was set free, and again admitted into the full confidence and the friendship of the family.
It so happened, that a young n.o.bleman had witnessed the whole trial from the bench, and had taken an exceeding interest in Phebe, whose beautiful and modest demeanour and countenance not even despair could entirely disfigure. Having made some inquiries respecting her history, he was led to make more, and discovered considerable emotion when I unfolded the whole truth to him. Still he said nothing, but took his departure, with many thanks for the information given. In a few days, this same young n.o.bleman, of remarkably fine features, and pleasing expression, returned to the Manse of C----, having an elderly gentleman in the carriage along with him. He requested a private interview with me; and, in the presence of his friend, I travelled over again the whole particulars of the foundling"s story, comparing dates, and investigating seeming inconsistencies. At last, he declared, at once, and in tears of amazement and joy--"Phebe Fortune is my own--my only _sister_!" I looked incredulous, and almost hinted at insanity; but the young n.o.bleman still persevered in his averment. His father, a n.o.bleman of high rank, far south of the Tweed, in order to gratify a pa.s.sion which had driven him almost mad, had consented to _pretend_ to marry privately (his own father being still alive, and set upon his son"s marrying his cousin the Honourable Miss D----), a most beautiful girl, the daughter of a Chester yeoman of high respectability. The lady was removed from her native home, and lodged in a remote quarter of the town of Liverpool. A report was fabricated, and spread abroad by means of the newspapers, that a lady, who was minutely described, had jumped one evening into a boat, and, being rowed, at her request, to some distance, had plunged into the sea, and perished. Phebe"s parents investigated the matter, as far as the boatman"s evidence was concerned, and were satisfied from his description of her person, that their dear Phebe, who, for some time past, had appeared troubled and even dispirited, had adopted suicide as a refuge from all her earthly cares. Phebe and the Honourable Mr. L---- met frequently in secret, and a daughter was the fruit of their interviews. This daughter the young n.o.bleman proposed to put out to nurse; but, in reality, to put beyond the reach of being ever recognised as his. A confidential person was obtained, herself a Scotchwoman, to carry the child into Fife, and there to expose it, under the circ.u.mstances and with the provision already mentioned. This person chanced to be a parishioner of mine, and the consequences were as already described. Having executed her task, she married a soldier, with whom she soon after sailed for our West India settlements. Phebe"s second birth proved to be a male; and the boy was about to be removed in a similar manner from the mother, when she absconded from her now tyrannical husband, and her concealed home, refusing to be again separated from her own offspring. Her parents, who had regarded her as dead, were sufficiently surprised, but by no means gratified, when Phebe appeared again with the child in her arms. In the meantime, Lord L----died, and the Honourable youth became Baron L---- of Houston-hope.
Poor Phebe"s averment respecting her previous marriage was regarded, even by her parents, as somewhat suspicious; and not being able to command the testimony of the person who married them, she was compelled to remain silent. The effort, however, soon cost her her life; and the boy, by his acknowledged father"s interest, was placed in the army, and sent out to the West Indies. There he accidentally met with the woman his mother had often mentioned to him, who had carried off his sister.
She confessed the whole truth to him; and, after a year or two, they both returned in the same ship to England. By this time, the n.o.ble husband being free to dispose of his hand in matrimony, proposed, not for his cousin, as his father had contemplated, but for the daughter of an exceedingly wealthy Liverpool merchant. This person happened to be the near relative of him who had called what was deemed only a pretended priest to perform the marriage ceremony; and, seeing the danger which his relative would run, should he give away his daughter, in hopes of her offspring heiring the t.i.tle and property, when a legitimate heir probably existed, he divulged the secret to his relations. This naturally led to a denouement; and Lord L---- being thus frustrated in his object, and being at the same time a person governed more by pa.s.sion than reason, shot the person who had deceived him through the arm; and then, thinking that he had committed murder, he blew out his own brains.
The brother of Phebe, after a long and complicated legal investigation, was declared and served heir to the t.i.tle and vast property. Taking the clergyman who had married his mother along with him, he had gone into Scotland, partly to visit his uncle, Lord D----, and partly, by the a.s.sistance of the priest and the Scotchwoman, to discover what had become of his sister. Her likeness to himself and his mother had struck him forcibly in court, and the investigation and discovery followed.
To describe the interview betwixt the brother and sister is far beyond my power. Every heart will appreciate it more than ink and paper can possibly express. It was a pure--a long--a terrible embrace; but it spoke volumes, heart met heart, and lips were glued to lips, till breathing became inconvenient. All parties rejoiced. Phebe, on her way south along with her brother, spent a whole day at the Manse. I was absolutely insane with joy; and my wife told me privately--"My dear, our fortune is made; we"ll get all our boys out to India now." My daughters, too, kissed and fondled their sister, "and all went merry as a marriage bell."
"How sweet is pleasure after pain!"
The contrast of Phebe"s fortune greatly enhanced the enjoyment; and, in the s.p.a.ce of a few short months, Phebe Fortune was married to her own cousin, the son of Lord and Lady D----, her kind protectors. The old couple are still alive; but their children, with a numerous offspring, live upon one of their estates in Ayrshire, and exhibit to all around them the blessings which a humane and generous aristocracy may disseminate amidst neighbours and dependents. The brother of Phebe, Lord L----, still remains a bachelor; but has proved to his mother"s relatives, as well as to the parties who befriended her by deceiving his dishonourable parent, that he feels the obligation, and rewards it, by making them one way or another entirely independent.
I go my weekly rounds amongst those now happy families, and have experienced the truth of my wife"s prophecy; for both my boys are advantageously disposed of, and, on the marriage of my eldest daughter, Phebe Fortune made her a present of one thousand pounds.
THE ROYAL BRIDAL;
OR,
THE KING MAY COME IN THE CADGER"S WAY.
Early in July, in the year of grace 1503, Lamberton Moor presented a proud and right n.o.ble spectacle. Upon it was outspread a city of pavilions, some of them covered with cloth of the gorgeous purple and glowing crimson, and decorated with ornaments of gold and silver. To and fro, upon brave steeds, richly caparisoned, rode a hundred lords and their followers, with many a score of gay and gallant knights and their attendant gentlemen. Fair ladies, too, the loveliest and the n.o.blest in the land, were there. The sounds of music from many instruments rolled over the heath. The lance gleamed, and the claymore flashed, and war-steeds neighed, as the notes of the bugle rang loud for the tournament. It seemed as if the genius of chivalry had fixed its court upon the heath.
It may be meet, however, that we say a word or two concerning Lamberton, for though, now-a-days, it may lack the notoriety of Gretna in the annals of matrimony, and though its "_run of business_" may be of a humbler character, there was a time when it could boast of prouder visitors than ever graced the Gretna blacksmith"s temple. To the reader, therefore, who is unacquainted with our eastern Borders, it may be necessary to say, that, at the northern boundary of the lands appertaining to the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, and about three miles, a furlong, and few odd yards from that oft-recorded good town, a dry stone wall, some thirty inches in height, runs from the lofty and perpendicular sea-banks, over a portion of what may be termed the f.a.g-end of Lammermoor, and now forming a separation between the laws of Scotland and the jurisdiction of the said good town; and on crossing to the northern side of this humble but important stone wall, you stand on the lands of Lamberton. Rather more than a stone-throw from the sea, the great north road between London and Edinburgh forms a gap in the wall aforesaid, or rather "d.y.k.e;" and there, on either side of the road, stands a low house, in which Hymen"s high priests are ever ready to make one flesh of their worshippers. About a quarter of a mile north of these, may still be traced something of the ruins of the kirk, where the princess of England became the bride of the Scottish king, and the first link of the golden chain of UNION, which eventually clasped the two nations in one, may be said to have been formed.
The gay and gallant company were a.s.sembled on Lamberton, for within the walls of its kirk, the young, ardent, and chivalrous James IV. of Scotland was to receive the hand of his fair bride, Margaret of England, whom Dunbar describes as a
"Fresche rose, of cullor reid and white."
The wild heath presented all the splendour of a court, and the amus.e.m.e.nts of a crowded city. Upon it were thousands of spectators, who had come to witness the royal exhibitions, and the first durable bond of amity between two rival nations. Some crowded to behold the tourneyings of the knights with sword, spear, and battle-axe; others to witness the representation of plays, written "expressly for the occasion;" while a third party were delighted with the grotesque figures and positions of the morris-dancers; and a fourth joined in, or were spectators of, the humbler athletic exercises of wrestling, leaping, putting the stone, and throwing the hammer.
All, too, were anxious to see the young king, whose courage and generosity were the theme of minstrels, and of whom one sayeth--
"And ye Christian princes, whosoever ye be, If ye be dest.i.tute of a n.o.ble captayne, Take James of Scotland for his audacitie And proved manhood, if ye will laud attayne."
But the young monarch was as remarkable for his gallantry and eccentricity, as for his generosity and courage; and no one seemed able to tell whether or not he lodged in the magnificent pavilion over which the royal standard of Scotland waved, or whether he intended to welcome his royal bride by proxy.
But our story requires that, for a time, we leave princes, knights, and tournaments, and notice humbler personages, and more homely amus.e.m.e.nts.
At a distance from the pavilion, the tourneyings, the music, the plays, and other exhibitions, was a crowd composed of some seven or eight hundred peasantry engaged in and witnessing the athletic games of the Borders. Near these were a number of humbler booths, in which the spectators and compet.i.tors might regale themselves with the spirits and tippeny then in use.
Amongst the compet.i.tors was one called Meikle Robin, or Robin Meikle. He was strength personified. His stature exceeded six feet; his shoulders were broad, his chest round, his limbs well and strongly put together.
He was a man of prodigious bone and sinews. At throwing the hammer, at putting the stone, no man could stand before him. He distanced all who came against him, and, while he did so, he seemed to put forth not half his strength, while his skill appeared equal to the power of his arm.
Now, amongst the spectators of the sports, there stood one who was known for many miles around by the appellation of _Strong Andrew_. He was not so tall, by three inches, as the conqueror of the day; nor could he measure with him either across the shoulders or around the chest; and, in fact, he was rather a thin man than otherwise, nor did he appear a powerful one--but his bones were well set. His sinews were all strength--they were not enc.u.mbered with flesh. He was as much a model of activity and suppleness, as Meikle Robin was of bodily power. Now, Andrew was a native of Eyemouth; he was about three and thirty years of age, and he united in his person the callings of a fisherman and cadger; or, in other words, Andrew, being without mother, sister, wife, or servant, sold himself the fish which he had caught. His domestic establishment consisted of a very large and a very wise water-dog, and a small pony; and with the last-mentioned animal he carried his fish around the country. For several days, and on the day in question, he had brought his store for sale to the camps or pavilions at Lamberton, where he had found a ready and an excellent market. There, as Andrew stood and witnessed the championship of Meikle Robin, his blood boiled within him; and, "Oh," thought he, "but if I had onybody that I could trust to take care o" the Galloway and my jacket, _and the siller_, but I wad take the conceit oot o" ye, big as ye are."
Andrew possessed his country"s courage and its caution in equal proportions; and, like a wise man, he did not choose to trust his money by risking it to strangers. In such a motley company it would not be safe to do so now a-days; but it would have been much less so then. For, at that time, and especially on the Borders, the law of _mine_ and _thine_ was still imperfectly understood. But Andrew"s determination to humble the champion was well-nigh overcoming his caution, when the former again stepped into the ring, and cast off his jacket for a wrestling bout. He stood looking round him for a minute; and it was evident that every one was afraid to enter the lists against him. Andrew could endure it no longer; and he was saying--"Will ony person tak charge o" my Gallow-way?"----
When a young man of middle stature, and whose dress bespoke him to be a domestic of one of the n.o.blemen who had come to witness the royal festival, and grace it with their presence, entered the lists. Without even throwing off his bonnet, he stretched out his arms to encounter the champion, who met him--somewhat after the fashion that Goliath met David--with contempt. But the first grasp of the stranger, as he seized his arms above the elbows, instead of throwing them round his waist (as was, and is the unscientific practice of the Borders), informed Robin that he had no common customer to deal with. Robin, as a wrestler, in a great measure trusted to mere strength and tripping. He knew nothing of turning an antagonist from his centre of gravity by a well-timed and well-directed touch. He therefore threw his arms around the back of his opponent (so far as the grasp which the other had got of them would permit), with the intention of giving him a "Hawick hug," but he found he could not join his hands together so as to effect his purpose, and his strength could not accomplish it. Ignorant of his antagonist"s mode of attack, he had allowed him an advantage over him; and when he endeavoured to gain it by tripping his heels, the other suddenly changed his feet, favoured Robin with a "Devonian kick," and suddenly dashing his bended knee against his person, Robin lost his footing, and fell upon his back, with the stranger above him.
The spectators shouted; and Andrew, mounting his pony, exclaimed aloud--