Part 53 (2/2)
”I am Joseph Albany Rochecliffe,” said the Doctor, ”become so in virtue of my mother's little estate, which fines and confiscations have made an end of.”
”And is it so indeed?” said Holdenough, ”and have I recovered mine old chum?”
”Even so,” replied Rochecliffe, ”by the same token I appeared to you in the Mirror Chamber-Thou wert so bold, Nehemiah, that our whole scheme would have been s.h.i.+pwrecked, had I not appeared to thee in the shape of a departed friend. Yet, believe me, it went against my heart to do it.”
”Ah, fie on thee, fie on thee,” said Holdenough, throwing himself into his arms, and clasping him to his bosom, ”thou wert ever a naughty wag.
How couldst thou play me such a trick?-Ah, Albany, dost thou remember Dr. Purefoy and Caius College?”
”Marry, do I,” said the Doctor, thrusting his arm through the Presbyterian divine's, and guiding him to a seat apart from the other prisoners, who witnessed this scene with much surprise. ”Remember Caius College?” said Rochecliffe; ”ay, and the good ale we drank, and our parties to mother Huffcap's.”
”Vanity of vanities,” said Holdenough, smiling kindly at the same time, and still holding his recovered friend's arm enclosed and hand-locked in his.
”But the breaking the Princ.i.p.al's orchard, so cleanly done,” said the Doctor; ”it was the first plot I ever framed, and much work I had to prevail on thee to go into it.”
”Oh, name not that iniquity,” said Nehemiah, ”since I may well say, as the pious Master Baxter, that these boyish offences have had their punishment in later years, inasmuch as that inordinate appet.i.te for fruit hath produced stomachic affections under which I yet labour.”
”True, true, dear Nehemiah,” said Rochecliffe, ”but care not for them-a dram of brandy will correct it all. Mr. Baxter was,” he was about to say ”an a.s.s,” but checked himself, and only filled up the sentence with ”a good man, I dare say, but over scrupulous.”
So they sat down together the best of friends, and for half an hour talked with mutual delight over old college stories. By degrees they got on the politics of the day; and though then they unclasped their hands, and there occurred between them such expressions as, ”Nay, my dear brother,” and, ”there I must needs differ,” and, ”on this point I crave leave to think;” yet a hue and cry against the Independents and other sectarists being started, they followed like brethren in full hollo, and it was hard to guess which was most forward. Unhappily, in the course of this amicable intercourse, something was mentioned about the bishopric of t.i.tus, which at once involved them in the doctrinal question of Church Government. Then, alas! the floodgates were opened, and they showered on each other Greek and Hebrew texts, while their eyes kindled, their cheeks glowed, their hands became clenched, and they looked more like fierce polemics about to rend each other's eyes out, than Christian divines.
Roger Wildrake, by making himself an auditor of the debate, contrived to augment its violence. He took, of course, a most decided part in a question, the merits of which were totally unknown to him. Somewhat overawed by Holdenough's ready oratory and learning, the cavalier watched with a face of anxiety the countenance of Dr. Rochecliffe; but when he saw the proud eye and steady bearing of the Episcopal champion, and heard him answer Greek with Greek, and Hebrew with Hebrew, Wildrake backed his arguments as he closed them, with a stout rap upon the bench, and an exulting laugh in the face of the antagonist. It was with some difficulty that Sir Henry and Colonel Everard, having at length and reluctantly interfered, prevailed on the two alienated friends to adjourn their dispute, removing at the same time to a distance, and regarding each other with looks in which old friends.h.i.+p appeared to have totally given way to mutual animosity.
But while they sat lowering on each other, and longing to renew a contest in which each claimed the victory, Pearson entered the prison, and in a low and troubled voice, desired the persons whom it contained to prepare for instant death.
Sir Henry Lee received the doom with the stern composure which he had hitherto displayed. Colonel Everard attempted the interposition of a strong and resentful appeal to the Parliament, against the judgment of the court-martial and the General. But Pearson declined to receive or transmit any such remonstrance, and with a dejected look and mien of melancholy presage, renewed his exhortation to them to prepare for the hour of noon, and withdrew from the prison.
The operation of this intelligence on the two clerical disputants was more remarkable. They gazed for a moment on each other with eyes in which repentant kindness and a feeling of generous shame quenched every lingering feeling of resentment, and joined in the mutual exclamation- ”My brother-my brother, I have sinned, I have sinned in offending thee!” they rushed into each other's arms, shed tears as they demanded each other's forgiveness, and, like two warriors, who sacrifice a personal quarrel to discharge their duty against the common enemy, they recalled n.o.bler ideas of their sacred character, and a.s.suming the part which best became them on an occasion so melancholy, began to exhort those around them to meet the doom that had been announced, with the firmness and dignity which Christianity alone can give.
CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SEVENTH.
Most gracious prince, good Cannyng cried, Leave vengeance to our G.o.d, And lay the iron rule aside, Be thine the olive rod.
BALLAD OF SIR CHARLES BAWDIN.
The hour appointed for execution had been long past, and it was about five in the evening when the Protector summoned Pearson to his presence. He went with fear and reluctance, uncertain how he might be received. After remaining about a quarter of an hour, the aide-de-camp returned to Victor Lee's parlour, where he found the old soldier, Zerubbabel Robins, in attendance for his return.
”How is Oliver?” said the old man, anxiously.
”Why, well,” answered Pearson, ”and hath asked no questions of the execution, but many concerning the reports we have been able to make regarding the flight of the young Man, and is much moved at thinking he must now be beyond pursuit. Also I gave him certain papers belonging to the malignant Doctor Rochecliffe.”
”Then will I venture upon him,” said the adjutator; ”so give me a napkin that I may look like a sewer, and fetch up the food which I directed should be in readiness.”
Two troopers attended accordingly with a ration of beef, such as was distributed to the private soldiers, and dressed after their fas.h.i.+on-a pewter pot of ale, a trencher with salt, black pepper, and a loaf of ammunition bread. ”Come with me,” he said to Pearson, ”and fear not-Noll loves an innocent jest.” He boldly entered the General's sleeping apartment, and said aloud, ”Arise, thou that art called to be a judge in Israel-let there be no more folding of the hands to sleep. Lo, I come as a sign to thee; wherefore arise, eat, drink, and let thy heart be glad within thee; for thou shalt eat with joy the food of him that laboureth in the trenches, seeing that since thou wert commander over the host, the poor sentinel hath had such provisions as I have now placed for thine own refreshment.”
”Truly, brother Zerubbabel,” said Cromwell, accustomed to such acts of enthusiasm among his followers, ”we would wish that it were so; neither is it our desire to sleep soft, nor feed more highly than the meanest that ranks under our banners. Verily, thou hast chosen well for my refreshment, and the smell of the food is savoury in my nostrils.”
He arose from the bed, on which he had lain down half dressed, and wrapping his cloak around him, sate down by the bedside, and partook heartily of the plain food which was prepared for him. While he was eating, Cromwell commanded Pearson to finish his report-”You need not desist for the presence of a worthy soldier, whose spirit is as my spirit.”
”Nay, but,” interrupted Robins, ”you are to know that Gilbert Pearson hath not fully executed thy commands, touching a part of those malignants, all of whom should have died at noon.”
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