Volume II Part 32 (1/2)
”Give o'er your gostering,” said another; ”_Non omnes qui citharam tenent, sunt citharoedi_.[iii] Many talk of Robin Hood who never shot from his bow. Know ye not 'tis Peggy's year, and her oblation hath not been rendered? Eschew therefore the rather your bravery until this night be overpast.”
This learned harangue betrayed the schoolmaster, who was p.r.o.ne to make Gaffer Wiswall's chimney-side a temporary refuge from the broils and disturbances of his own, where his spouse, by way of enticing him to remain, generally contrived either to rate him soundly or to sulk during their brief communion.
”Who cares for Peg?” said the hero who had boasted of his blandishments with the maids. ”She may go drown herself i' the Red Sea for aught I care!”
This heretical, unbelieving, and impious scorner was a man of shreds and patches, a pot-valiant tailor, whose ungartered hosen, loose knee-strings, and thin shambling legs, sufficiently betokened the sedentary nature of his avocations. ”I wonder the parson hasn't gi'en her a lift wi' Pharaoh and his host ere this,” continued he.
”Or the schoolmaster,” said that provoking little personage, the first speaker, whose sole aim was to throw the apple of discord amongst his fellows.
”And pray who may this lady be whom ye so ungallantly devote to perdition?” inquired a stranger from behind, who had hitherto been silent, apparently not wishful to join the hilarity of those he addressed. The party quesited was in the midst of a puff of exhalation more than usually prolonged when the question was put, so that ere he could frame his organs to the requisite reply the pragmatical tailor, whose glibness of tongue was equalled only by his a.s.surance, gave the following by way of parenthesis:--
”Plague on't, where's t'ou bin a' thy life, 'at doesn't know Peg O'Nelly, man?”
”Deuce tak' thee for a saucy lout,” said the sutor; ”I'll brak' thy spindle-shanks wi' my pipe-stump. Be civil if thou can, Nicky, to thy betters. Sir, if it please ye to listen, we'll have ye well instructed in the matter by the schoolmaster here.” He cast a roguish look at the pedagogue as he spoke. But I pray you draw in with us, an' make one wi' the rest.”
The scholar adjusted himself, pa.s.sed one hand thoughtfully upon his brow, and with a gentle inclination commenced with a loud hem, or clearance of aught that might obstruct the free communication of his thoughts.
”Peg, or Peggy, as some do more euphoniously denominate her, was maid, woman, or servant--_ancilla_, _famula_, _ministra_, not _pedissequa_, or one who attends her mistress abroad, but rather a servant of all work, in the house yonder at Waddow, many years past. Indeed, my grandmother did use to speak of it as _ex vetere fama_--traditionary, or appertaining unto the like.”
”I tell thee what, gossip, if thee doesn't get on faster wi' thy tale, Peggy's ghost will have a chronicle of another make. I can see Nic's tongue is yammering to take up a st.i.tch i' thy narrative,” interrupted the leathern artificer.
”And I'd bring it up in another guess way,” said Nicholas, tartly, ”than wi' sc.r.a.ps and sc.r.a.pings fro' gallipots, and remnants o' ma.s.s books.”
”Pray ye, friends, be at peace a while, or I may be dealt with never a word to my question,” said the stranger beseechingly.
”Go on,” rejoined the peremptory occupant of the chimney-corner; ”but let thy discourse be more akin to thy text.”
The schoolmaster, thus admonished, again set forward.
”As I was a-saying precedent or prior to this unseasonable interruption--_medium sermonem_--I crave your mercy, but I was born, as I may say, with the Latin, or the _lingua latialis_ in my mouth, rather than my mother-tongue; so, as I was a-saying, this same Peggy, _filia_ or daughter to Ellen, if I mistake not, seeing that Peg O'Nell doth betoken, after the manner and use of these rude provincials, that the genitrix or _mater_ is the genitive or generator, being”----
”Now a murrain light on all fools, c.o.xcombs, and”----
”Tailors' s.h.i.+ns--hang thee, for thou hast verily split mine wi' thy gilly-pegs. They're as sharp as a pair of hatchets,” said an unfortunate neighbour who had the ill-luck to encounter the gyrations of these offensive and weapon-like appendages to the trunk of Nicholas Slater, who, in his great ardour and distress at the floundering and abortive attempts of the scholar, threw them about in all directions, to the constant jeopardy and annoyance of those more immediately within their sphere of operation.
”Keep 'em out o't gait then,” said the testy aggressor, angry at the interruption, being fearful of losing so lucky an opportunity.
”Peg O'Nelly, sir, was a maid-servant once at Waddow, killed first, and then drowned i' the well by one o' the men for concubinage, as the parson says; and so for the wrong done, her ghost ne'er having been laid, you see she claims every seventh year an offering which must be summat wick--and”----While he hesitated another took up the thread of his narrative.
”This is the last night o' the year, you see,” said the other in continuation; ”and we be just thinking to bid good-bye to th' old chap, and greet th' new one with a wag of his paw, and a drink to his weel-doing. But the first cause o' this disturbance was by reason of its being Peggy's year, and as she hasn't had her sop yet, we thought as how it would be no bad job to get rid o' this drunken tailor here, and he might save some better man; so we have been daring him to cross t' hippin-stones to-night; for there is but an hour or two to spare before her time's up.”
”It is not too late,” said the stranger, with great solemnity. Every eye was bent upon him. He still sat in the broad shadow projected by one huge chimney-corner, his face overhung by a broad felt hat, girt with a band and buckle; a drooping draggled feather fell over its crown. His whole person was so curiously enveloped in a loose travelling cloak that nothing but a dark unshapely ma.s.s, having some resemblance to the human form, could be distinguished. Concealment was evidently the object. Every one was awed down into silence. The few words he had spoken seemed to have dried up, or rather frozen at its surface, the babbling current of their opinions, that ran, whilom, with unceasing folly and rapidity.
”Silence!” cried the sutor from the opposite ingleside.
This command operated like a charm. The ice was broken, and the current became free. Without more ado, as if in opposition to the self-const.i.tuted authority from the high-backed chair, the guests, with one exception only, commenced with a vigorous discharge of ”airy missiles,” which by degrees subsided into a sort of desultory sharp-shooting; but their words were neither few nor well applied. It was evident that a gloom and disquietude was upon the a.s.sembly. There was a distinct impression of fear, though a vague notion as to its cause--a sort of extempore superst.i.tion--a power which hath most hold on the mind in proportion as its limits and operations are least known or understood. The bugbear owing its magnitude and importance to obscurity and misapprehension, becomes divested of its terrors when it can be surveyed and appreciated.
”_Te misereat, miserescat, vel commiserescat mei,_”
quoted the schoolmaster, who, before he could find an equivalent in his mother-tongue, was tripped up by the nimble constructor of raiment.