Part 12 (2/2)
”You're in luck to see all your children married and settled before the Lord has been pleased to take you,” remarked Mrs. Hankey, with envy in her voice.
”Well, I'm glad for the two lads to have somebody to look after them, I'm bound to say; I feel now as they've some one to air their s.h.i.+rts when I'm not there, for you never can trust a man to look after himself--never. Men have no sense to know what is good for 'em and what is bad for 'em, poor things! But Lucy Ellen is a different thing. Of course I'm pleased for her to have a home of her own, and such nice furniture as she's got, too, and in such a good circuit; but when your daughter is married you don't see her as often as you want to, and it is no good pretending as you do.”
”That's true,” agreed Caleb Bateson, with a big sigh; ”and I never cease to miss my little la.s.s.”
”She ain't no little la.s.s now, Mr. Bateson,” argued Mrs. Hankey; ”Lucy Ellen must be forty, if she's a day.”
”So she be, Mrs. Hankey--so she be; but she is my little la.s.s to me, all the same, and always will be. The children never grow up to them as loves 'em. They are always our children, just as we are always the Lord's children; and we never leave off a-screening and a-sheltering o'
them, any more than He ever leaves off a-screening and a-sheltering of us.”
”I'm glad to hear as Lucy Ellen has married into a good circuit. Unless the Lord build the house we know how they labour in vain that build it; and the Lord can't do much unless He has a good minister to help Him. I don't deny as He _may_ work through local preachers; but I like a regular superintendent myself, with one or more ministers under him.”
”Oh! Lucy Ellen lives in one of the best circuits in the Connexion,”
said Mrs. Bateson proudly; ”they have an ex-president as superintendent, and three ministers under him, and a supernumerary as well. They never hear the same preached more than once a month; it's something grand!”
”Eh! it's a fine place is Craychester,” added Caleb; ”they held Conference there two years ago.”
”It must be a grand thing to live in a place where they hold Conference,” remarked Mrs. Hankey.
”It is indeed,” agreed Mrs. Bateson; ”Lucy Ellen said it seemed for all the world like heaven, to see so many ministers about, all in their black coats and white neckcloths. And then such preaching as they heard!
It isn't often young folks enjoy such privileges, and so I told her.”
”When all's said and done, there's nothing like a good sermon for giving folks real pleasure. Nothing in this world comes up to it, and I doubt if there'll be anything much better in the next,” said Caleb; ”I don't see as how there can be.”
His friends all agreed with him, and continued, for the rest of the drive, to discuss the respective merits of various discourses they had been privileged to hear.
It was a glorious day. The sky was blue, with just enough white clouds flitting about to show how blue the blue part really was; and the varying shadows kept pa.s.sing, like the caress of some unseen yet ever-protecting Hand, over the green nearnesses and the violet distances of a country whose foundations seemed to be of emerald and amethyst, and its walls and gateways of pearl. The large company from the Osierfield drove across the breezy common at the foot of Sedgehill Ridge, and then plunged into a network of lanes which led them, by sweet and mysterious ways, to the great highway from the Midlands to the coast of the western sea. On they went, past the little hamlet where the Danes and the Saxons fought a great fight more than a thousand years ago, and which is still called by a strange Saxon name, meaning ”the burying-place of the slain”; and the little hamlet smiled in the summer suns.h.i.+ne, as if with kindly memories of those old warriors whose warfare had been accomplished so many centuries ago, and who lie together, beneath the white blossom, in the arms of the great peacemaker called Death, waiting for the resurrection morning which that blossom is sent to foretell. On, between man's walls of gray stone, till they came to G.o.d's walls of red sandstone; and then up a steep hill to another common, where the sweet-scented gorse made a golden pavement, and where there suddenly burst upon their sight a view so wide and so wonderful that those who look upon it with the seeing eye and the understanding heart catch glimpses of the King in His beauty through the fairness of the land that is very far off. On past the mossy stone, like an overgrown and illiterate milestone, which marks the boundary between Mers.h.i.+re and Salops.h.i.+re; and then through a typical English village, noteworthy because the rites of Mayday, with May-queen and May-pole to boot, are still celebrated there exactly as they were celebrated some three hundred years ago. At last they came to a picturesque wall and gateway, built of the red stone which belongs to that part of the country, and which has a trick of growing so much redder at evening-time that it looks as if the cold stone were blus.h.i.+ng with pleasure at being kissed Good-night by the sun; and then through a wood sloping on the left side down to a little stream, which was so busy talking to itself about its own concerns that it had not time to leap and sparkle for the amus.e.m.e.nt of pa.s.sers-by; until they drew up in front of a quaint old castle, built of the same stone as the outer walls and gateway.
The family were away from home, so the whole of the castle was at the disposal of Alan and his party, and they had permission to go wherever they liked. The state-rooms were in front of the building and led out of each other, so that when all the doors were open any one could see right from one end of the castle to the other. Dinner was to be served in the large saloon at the back, built over what was once the courtyard; and while his servants were laying the tables with the cold viands which they had brought with them, Alan took his guests through the state-rooms to see the pictures, and endeavoured to carry out his plan of educating them by pointing out to them some of the finer works of art.
”This,” he said, stopping in front of a portrait, ”is a picture of Lady Mary Wortley-Montagu, who was born here, painted by one of the first portrait-painters of her day. I want you to look at her hands, and to notice how exquisitely they are painted. Also I wish to call your attention to the expression of her face. You know that it is the duty of art to interpret nature--that is to say, to show to ordinary people those hidden beauties and underlying meanings of common things which they would never be able to find out for themselves; and I think that in the expression on this woman's face the artist has shown forth, in a most wonderful way, the dissatisfaction and bitterness of her heart. As you look at her face you seem to see right into her soul, and to understand how she was foredoomed by nature and temperament to ask too much of life and to receive too little.”
”Well, to be sure!” remarked Mrs. Bateson, in an undertone, to her lord and master; ”she is a bit like our superintendent's wife, only not so stout. And what a gown she has got on! I should say that satin is worth five-and-six a yard if it is worth a penny. And I call it a sin and a shame to have a dirty green parrot sitting on your shoulder when you're wearing satin like that. If she'd had any sense she'd have fed the animals before she put her best gown on.”
”I never could abide parrots,” joined in Mrs. Hankey; ”they smell so.”
”And as for her looking dissatisfied and all that,” continued Mrs.
Bateson, ”I for one can't see it. But if she did, it was all a pack of rubbish. What had she to grumble at, I should like to know, with a satin gown on at five-and-six a yard?”
By this time Alan had moved on to another picture. ”This represents an unhappy marriage,” he explained. ”At first sight you see nothing but two well-dressed people sitting at table; but as you look into the picture you perceive the misery in the woman's face and the cruelty in the man's, and you realize all that they mean.”
”Well, I see nothing more at second sight,” whispered Mrs. Hankey; ”except that the tablecloth might have been cleaner. There's another of your grumbling fine ladies! Now for sure she'd nothing to grumble at, sitting so grand at table with a gla.s.s of sherry-wine to drink.”
”The husband looks a cantankerous chap,” remarked Caleb.
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