Part 6 (1/2)
”Yet, if you think so, the world lies before you; why not return to it?”
”Because constant habit is stronger than occasional impulse; and my seclusion, after all, has its sphere of action--has its object.”
”All seclusion has.”
”All? Scarcely so; for me, I have my object of interest in my children.”
”And mine is in my books.”
”And engaged in your object, does not the whisper of Fame ever animate you with the desire to go forth into the world, and receive the homage that would await you?”
”Listen to me,” replied Aram. ”When I was a boy, I went once to a theatre. The tragedy of Hamlet was performed: a play full of the n.o.blest thoughts, the subtlest morality, that exists upon the stage. The audience listened with attention, with admiration, with applause. I said to myself, when the curtain fell, 'It must be a glorious thing to obtain this empire over men's intellects and emotions.' But now an Italian mountebank appeared on the stage,--a man of extraordinary personal strength and slight of hand. He performed a variety of juggling tricks, and distorted his body into a thousand surprising and unnatural postures. The audience were transported beyond themselves: if they had felt delight in Hamlet, they glowed with rapture at the mountebank: they had listened with attention to the lofty thought, but they were s.n.a.t.c.hed from themselves by the marvel of the strange posture. 'Enough,' said I; 'I correct my former notion. Where is the glory of ruling men's minds, and commanding their admiration, when a greater enthusiasm is excited by mere bodily agility, than was kindled by the most wonderful emanations of a genius little less than divine?' I have never forgotten the impression of that evening.”
Lester attempted to combat the truth of the ill.u.s.tration, and thus conversing, they pa.s.sed on through the village green, when the gaunt form of Corporal Bunting arrested their progress.
”Beg pardon, Squire,” said he, with a military salute; ”beg pardon, your honour,” bowing to Aram; ”but I wanted to speak to you, Squire, 'bout the rent of the bit cot yonder; times very hard--pay scarce--Michaelmas close at hand--and--”
”You desire a little delay, Bunting, eh?--Well, well, we'll see about it, look up at the Hall to-morrow; Mr. Walter, I know wants to consult you about letting the water from the great pond, and you must give us your opinion of the new brewing.”
”Thank your honour, thank you; much obliged I'm sure. I hope your honour liked the trout I sent up. Beg pardon, Master Aram, mayhap you would condescend to accept a few fish now and then; they're very fine in these streams, as you probably know; if you please to let me, I'll send some up by the old 'oman to-morrow, that is if the day's cloudy a bit.”
The Scholar thanked the good Bunting, and would have proceeded onward, but the Corporal was in a familiar mood.
”Beg pardon, beg pardon, but strange-looking dog here last evening--asked after you--said you were old friend of his--trotted off in your direction--hope all was right, Master?--augh!”
”All right!” repeated Aram, fixing his eyes on the Corporal, who had concluded his speech with a significant wink, and pausing a full moment before he continued, then as if satisfied with his survey, he added:
”Ay, ay, I know whom you mean; he had known me some years ago. So you saw him! What said he to you of me?”
”Augh! little enough, Master Aram, he seemed to think only of satisfying his own appet.i.te; said he'd been a soldier.”
”A soldier, humph!”
”Never told me the regiment, though,--shy--did he ever desert, pray, your honour?”
”I don't know;” answered Aram, turning away. ”I know little, very little, about him!” He was going away, but stopped to add: ”The man called on me last night for a.s.sistance; the lateness of the hour a little alarmed me. I gave him what I could afford, and he has now proceeded on his journey.”
”Oh, then, he won't take up his quarters hereabouts, your honour?” said the Corporal, inquiringly.
”No, no; good evening.”
”What! this singular stranger, who so frightened my poor girls, is really known to you;” said Lester, in surprise: ”pray is he as formidable as he seemed to them?”
”Scarcely,” said Aram, with great composure; ”he has been a wild roving fellow all his life, but--but there is little real harm in him. He is certainly ill-favoured enough to--” here, interrupting himself, and breaking into a new sentence, Aram added: ”but at all events he will frighten your nieces no more--he has proceeded on his journey northward.
And now, yonder lies my way home. Good evening.” The abruptness of this farewell did indeed take Lester by surprise.
”Why, you will not leave me yet? The young ladies expect your return to them for an hour or so! What will they think of such desertion? No, no, come back, my good friend, and suffer me by and by to walk some part of the way home with you.”