Part 12 (2/2)

It was a pleasant Sunday morning, and I was out of the barracks early, taking a few miles' walk. I was back in readiness for the parade, which saw us at the Abbey in good time, and we were permitted to look through the beautiful edifice, and admire and reverence the interesting national mementoes within its walls. We took our seats in time for the service.

Dean Stanley was the preacher, and I regarded it a fine treat to have the privilege of listening to such an eloquent sermon as the Dean delivered on ”The Pa.s.sover.” I must confess that there were certain pa.s.sages in the rev. gentleman's discourse which I could not fairly understand; but, perhaps that was owing a great deal to my attention being centred elsewhere. Opposite me sat an elderly gentleman, clean shaven, with close-cut side whiskers. This gentleman was very attentive to the sermon, and likewise to his Prayer-book. Sergeant Midgley (who is at present in Keighley), a fellow-Volunteer, whispered in my ear, ”Do you know that old gentleman across the aisle?” ”No,” replied I. He told me he was no less a personage than Mr Jefferson Davis, Ex-president of the Confederate States of America. Instantly my mind was involuntarily set a-thinking about the American Civil War, and its four years of human butchery-all brought about by this man in front of me who was now coolly listening to the word of G.o.d! However, the service was over, and the Volunteers filed out of the church and marched to the strains of their drum and fife band, which played rollicking tunes to the delight of the rollicking Yorks.h.i.+remen.

When we got in front of the Bank of England, Captain Allan Brown (commanding the Keighley detachment) halted and dismissed us until seven in the evening.

SEEING THE ”SIGHTS O' LUNNON”

We broke up into parties. Billy Bentley, John Walton, Thomas Ackroyd, William Brown, and Ben Atkinson were in the party which I joined. Bentley had served as a policeman in London, and knew his way about the metropolis fairly well; Ackroyd had worked as a tailor in the big city, and I myself had been there before; so that we were able to find our way about very well. We went through St. Paul's Cathedral, and then on to Trafalgar Square, pa.s.sing, on our way, through St. James' Park, just outside of which we saw the cl.u.s.ter of monuments to the Crimean heroes who fought for ”England's home and beauty.” We also visited the Duke of Wellington's house, and spent a short time in Hyde Park. Having viewed the extensive block of buildings comprising Buckingham Palace, we pa.s.sed into Regent-street and here the party broke up.

I MEET WITH A KEIGHLEY GENTLEMAN

It was here that I met with Mr Frederick Carrodus, brother of the eminent violinist, Mr John Tiplady Carrodus, who, by the way, paid a visit to his native town of Keighley a few weeks ago. Mr Fred Carrodus had with him a gentleman whom he introduced to me as Mr Hermann, pianoforte manufacturer, and to whom I was introduced by Mr Carrodus as Bill o' th'

Hoylus End, the Yorks.h.i.+re poet. For four or five hours we were bosom friends and comrades, as it were. Mr Hermann knew his way about London to perfection, and he took me to many places ”to see what I could see.” He had always his hands down to pay, telling me that he would treat the Yorks.h.i.+re poet as long as he was with him; and that he did. It was tolerably late at night when Mr Carrodus and Mr Hermann and I said _au revoir_ to one another. I made my way as quickly as possible to the Surrey barracks, and my hurried journey must have caused no little wonder and alarm in the minds of the easy-going Londoners whom I met and pa.s.sed.

Seven o'clock was the time when I should have been in the barracks but it was much after that hour. However, an explanation to Captain Brown set matters right.

OFF TO DOVER-A STORMY MORNING

Next morning, about four o'clock, the bugle sounded the _reveille_ and soon after we were all in marching order. We proceeded by an early train on the Chatham and Dover Railway, and by nine o'clock in the morning had reached our destination-Dover. It was, I think, one of the coldest and most miserable mornings I ever experienced. The sea was very rough, the waves las.h.i.+ng on the roadway; and the rain came down in torrents. During the night there had been such a storm in the Channel, the natives said, that had not been equalled for half-a-century. The whole of the soldiers were paraded on the Esplanade, but they were again and again forced back from the edge of the sh.o.r.e, until there was really no room to pile arms.

General Lindsay saw the situation, and came riding up with several officers, with whom he held a sort of council of war. Before they had arrived at a decision, the waves had come over the beach and dashed right up to where the soldiers were standing. ”It's no use,” said General Lindsey, ”this review is a forlorn hope-I must dismiss the parade.” He then gave the whole of the Volunteers orders to dismiss until three o'clock in the afternoon. The men dispersed in various directions, and just as they had got pretty nearly cleared away, up rode the Duke of Cambridge and Prince Arthur (now Duke of Connaught). The two Royal personages drew up in front of a large hotel, and out of curiosity I remained standing by. The Duke was in a very angry mood, and demanded to know who had dismissed the parade. Upon this, General Lindsey made his appearance in the doorway of the hotel, and, addressing the Duke of Cambridge, said:-”Your Royal Highness,-Owing to the severe inclemency of the weather, I have thought fit to dismiss the parade until three o'clock in the afternoon.” ”You had no business to do such a thing,” the Duke hotly replied. ”It will be a failure, and His Majesty the King of Belgium will be disappointed. Send out your _aid-de-camp_ to bring everyone in-never mind the weather.” The storm was still raging. I noticed a couple of steamers in the offing. They were coming from France, and the pa.s.sengers were Volunteers who had been in that country since Sat.u.r.day.

The vessels could be seen buffeting with the waves, and it was noticed that the funnels of the steamers were missing, having, as we afterwards learned, been blown away by the violent wind and heavy sea. It was about this period that a small vessel-a gunboat, I think it was-the ”Ferret,”

was driven on the rocks in front of the Castle, and dashed to pieces. The crew managed to get off by the boats. For a time it was believed that a boy on the boat had been lost, but he was subsequently rescued. After much delay the two steamers were able to land the Volunteers, who told a terrible tale of their rough voyage across the Channel.

I PERFORM A MILITARY TACTIC

In the meantime, the Duke of Cambridge was ”drilling” General Lindsey for dismissing the troops. Wise, perhaps, in my generation, I stole away on hearing the General instructed to re-collect the troops, and got into the back quarters of the town. I finally found myself in a tavern kept by an old cobbler, and he allowed me to dry my soaked uniform. Through a window in the house I could watch the movements of the troops who had been got together again. Soon after dinner there was a calm in the weather; the rain ceased and the sun came out.

UP THE HEIGHTS OF DOVER

I could see regiment after regiment ascend the Heights of Dover. Now, a battalion of ”stragglers” was being formed, so, after having partaken of refreshment, I emerged from my lair. I found a trooper in waiting at the end of the pa.s.sage, and he ordered me to double to and fall in quick or he would ”p.r.i.c.k” me. I joined the ”stragglers.” We climbed the Heights together, and then each man joined his own regiment. While all this was going on sailors from vessels anch.o.r.ed in the harbour had been dragging big guns up the heights; and, in fact, the preparations that were made favoured the idea that a real engagement was about to take place. When all was in readiness

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