Hansford: A Tale of Bacon's Rebellion Part 2

The boy and girl, whose position was in this place, were to attempt, with joined hands, to catch those who should try to pa.s.s from one section to the other. As each one was caught, he became a recruit for the couple in the middle, and the last couple who remained uncaught took the places of those in h.e.l.l, and thus the game commenced again.

[5] The lady to whom the song is addressed. It may be found in Percy's Reliques, or in almost any volume of old English poetry.

CHAPTER IV.

"Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom."

_Henry IV._

In truth a young man, well mounted on a powerful bay, was seen approaching from the forest, that lay towards Jamestown. Virginia's cheek flushed with pleasure as she thought how soon all her fears would vanish away in the presence of her lover-and she laughed confusedly, as her father said,

"Aye, come dry your tears, you little rogue-those eyes are not as bright as Hansford would like to see. Tears are very pretty in poetry and fancy, but when a.s.sociated with swelled eyes and red noses, they lose something of their sentiment."

As the horseman came nearer, however, Virginia found to her great disappointment, that the form was not that of Hansford, and with a deep sigh she went into the house. The stranger, who now drew up to the door, proved to be a young man of about thirty years of age, tall and well-proportioned, his figure displaying at once symmetrical beauty and athletic strength. He was dressed after the fashion of the day, in a handsome velvet doublet, trussed with gay-colored points at the waist to the breeches, which reaching only to the knee, left the finely turned leg well displayed in the closely-fitting white silk stockings. Around his wrists and neck were revealed graceful ruffles of the finest cambric. The heavy boots, which were usually worn by cavaliers, were in this case supplied by shoes fastened with roses of ribands. A handsome sword, with ornamented hilt, and richly chased scabbard, was secured gracefully by his side in its fringed hanger. The felt hat, whose wide brim was looped up and secured by a gold b.u.t.ton in front, completed the costume of the young stranger. The abominable fashion of periwigs, which maintained its reign over the realm of fashion for nearly a century, was just beginning to be introduced into the old country, and had not yet been received as orthodox in the colony. The rich chestnut hair of the stranger fell in abundance over his fine shoulders, and was parted carefully in the middle to display to its full advantage his broad intellectual forehead. But in compliance with custom, his hair was dressed with the fashionable love-locks, plaited and adorned with ribands, and falling foppishly over either ear.

But dress, at last, like "rank, is but the guinea's stamp, the man's the gowd for a' that," and in outward appearance at least, the stranger was of no alloyed metal. There was in his air that easy repose and self-possession which is always perceptible in those whose life has been pa.s.sed in a.s.sociation with the refined and cultivated. But still there was something about his whole manner, which seemed to betray the fact, that this habitual self-possession, this frank and easy carriage was the result of a studied and constant control over his actions, rather than those of a free and ingenuous heart.

This idea, however, did not strike the simple minded Virginia, as with natural, if not laudable curiosity, she surveyed the handsome young stranger through the window of the hall. The kind greeting of the hospitable old colonel having been given, the stranger dismounted, and the fine bay that he rode was committed to the protecting care of a grinning young African in attendance, who with his feet dangling from the stirrups trotted him off towards the stable.

"I presume," said the stranger, as they walked towards the house, "that from the directions I have received, I have the honor of seeing Colonel Temple. It is to the kindness of Sir William Berkeley that I owe the pleasure I enjoy in forming your acquaintance, sir," and he handed a letter from his excellency, which the reader may take the liberty of reading with us, over Colonel Temple's shoulder.

"Bight trusty old friend," ran the quaint and formal, yet familiar note. "The bearer of these, Mr. Alfred Bernard, a youth of good and right rare merit, but lately from England, and whom by the especial confidence reposed in him from our n.o.ble kinsman Lord Berkeley, we have made our private secretary, hath desired acquaintance with some of the established gentlemen in the colony, the better for his own improvement, to have their good society. And in all good faith, there is none, to whom I can more readily commend him, than Colonel Henry Temple, with the more perfect confidence in his desire to oblige him, who is always as of yore, his right good friend,

"WILLIAM BERKELEY, Kn't.

"_From our Palace at Jamestown, June 20, A. D. 1676._"

"It required not this high commendation, my dear sir," said old Temple, pressing his guest cordially by the hand, "to bid you welcome to my poor roof. But I now feel that to be a special honour, which would otherwise be but the natural duty of hospitality. Come, right welcome to Windsor Hall."

With these words they entered the house, where Alfred Bernard was presented to the ladies, and paid his devoirs with such knightly grace, that Virginia admired, and Mrs. Temple heartily approved, a manner and bearing, which, she whispered to her daughter, was worthy of the old cavalier days before the revolution. Supper was soon announced-not the awkward purgatorial meal, perilously poised in cups, and eaten with greasy fingers-so dire a foe to comfort and silk dresses-but the substantial supper of the olden time. It is far from our intention to enter into minute details, yet we cannot refrain from adverting to the fact that the good old cavalier grace was said by the Colonel, with as much solemnity as his cheerful face would wear-that grace which gave such umbrage to the Puritans with their sour visages and long prayers, and which consisted of those three expressive words, "G.o.d bless us."

"I have always thought," said the Colonel, apologetically, "that this was enough-for where's the use of praying over our meals, until they get so cold and cheerless, that there is less to be thankful for."

"Especially," said Bernard, chiming in at once with the old man's prejudices, "when this brief language contains all that is necessary-for even Omnipotence can but bless us-and we may easily leave the mode to Him."

"Well said, young man, and now come and partake of our homely fare, seasoned with a hearty welcome," said the Colonel, cordially.

Nor loth was Alfred Bernard to do full justice to the ample store before him. A ride of more than thirty miles had whetted an appet.i.te naturally good, and the youth of "right rare merit," did not impress his kind host very strongly with his conversational powers during his hearty meal.

The repast being over, the little party retired to a room, which the old planter was pleased to call his study, but which savored far more of the presence of the sportive Diana, than of the reflecting muses. Over the door, as you entered the room, were fastened the large antlers of some n.o.ble deer, who had once bounded freely and gracefully through his native forest. Those broad branches are now, by a sad fatality, doomed to support the well oiled fowling-piece that laid their wearer low.

Fishing tackle, shot-pouches, fox brushes, and other similar evidences and trophies of sport, testified to the Colonel's former delight in angling and the chase; but now alas! owing to the growing infirmities of age, though he still cherished his pack, and encouraged the sport, he could only start the youngsters in the neighborhood, and give them G.o.d speed! as with horses, hounds, and horns they merrily scampered away in the fresh, early morning. But with his love for these active, manly sports, Colonel Temple was devoted to reading such works as ran with his prejudices, and savored of the most rigid loyalty. His books, indeed, were few, for in that day it was no easy matter to procure books at all, especially for the colonists, who cut off from the great fountain of literature which was then just reviving from the severe drought of puritanism, were but sparingly supplied with the means of information.

But a few months later than the time of which we write, Sir William Berkeley boasted that education was at a low ebb in Virginia, and thanked his G.o.d that so far there were neither free schools nor printing presses in the colony-the first instilling and the last disseminating rebellious sentiments among the people. Yet under all these disadvantages, Colonel Temple was well versed in the literature of the last two reigns, and with some of the more popular works of the present.

Shakspeare was his constant companion, and the spring to which he often resorted to draw supplies of wisdom. But Milton was held in especial abhorrence-for the prose writings of the eloquent old republican condemned unheard the sublime strains of his divine poem.

CHAPTER V.

"A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain; One, whom the music of his own vain tongue, Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; A man of compliments." _Love's Labor Lost._

"Well, Mr. Bernard," said the old Colonel as they entered the room, "take a seat, and let's have a social chat. We old planters don't get a chance often to hear the news from Jamestown, and I am afraid you will find me an inquisitive companion. But first join me in a pipe. There is no greater stimulant to conversation than the smoke of our Virginia weed."

"You must excuse me," said Bernard, smiling, "I have not yet learned to smoke, although, if I remain in Virginia, I suppose I will have to contract a habit so general here."

"What, not smoke!" said the old man, in surprise. "Why tobacco is at once the calmer of sorrows, the a.s.suager of excitement; the companion of solitude, the life of company; the quickener of fancy, the composer of thought."

"I had expected," returned Bernard, laughing at his host's enthusiasm, "that so rigid a loyalist as yourself, would be a convert to King James's Counterblast. Have you never read that work of the royal pedant?"

"Read it!" cried the Colonel, impetuously. "No! and what's more, with all my loyalty and respect for his memory, I would sooner light my pipe with a page of his Basilicon, than subscribe to the sentiments of his Counterblast."

"Oh, he had his supporters too," replied Bernard, smiling. "You surely cannot have forgotten the song of Cucullus in the Lover's Melancholy;"

and the young man repeated, with mock solemnity, the lines,

"They that will learn to drink a health in h.e.l.l, Must learn on earth to take tobacco well, For in h.e.l.l they drink no wine, nor ale, nor beer, But fire and smoke and stench, as we do here."

"Well put, my young friend," said Temple, laughing in his turn. "But you should remember that John Ford had to put such a sentiment in the mouth of a Bedlamite. Here, Sandy," he added, kicking a little negro boy, who was nodding in the corner, dreaming, perhaps, of the pleasures of the next 'possum hunt, "Run to the kitchen, Sandy, and bring me a coal of fire."

"And, now, Mr. Bernard, what is the news political and social in the big world of Jamestown?"

"Much to interest you in both respects. It is indeed a part of my duty in this visit, to request that you and the ladies will be present at a grand masque ball to be given on Lady Frances's birth-night."

"A masque in Virginia!" exclaimed the Colonel, "that will be a novelty indeed! But the Governor has not the opportunity or the means at hand to prepare it."

"Oh, yes!" replied Bernard, "we have all determined to do our best. The a.s.sembly will be in session, and the good burgesses will aid us, and at any rate if we cannot eclipse old England, we must try to make up in pleasure, what is wanting in brilliancy. I trust Miss Temple will aid us by her presence, which in itself will add both pleasure and brilliancy to the occasion."

Virginia blushed slightly at the compliment, and replied-

"Indeed, Mr. Bernard, the presence which you seem to esteem so highly depends entirely on my father's permission-but I will unite with you in urging that as it is a novelty to me, he will not deny his a.s.sent. I should like of all things to go."

"Well, my daughter, as you please-but what says mother to the plan? You know she is not queen consort only, and she must be consulted."

"I am sure, Colonel Temple," said the good lady, "that I do as much to please Virginia as you can. To be sure, a masque in Virginia can afford but little pleasure to me, who have seen them in all their glory in England, but I have no doubt it will be all well enough for the young people, and I am always ready to contribute to their amus.e.m.e.nt."

"I know that, my dear, and Jeanie can testify to it as well as I. But, Mr. Bernard, what is to be the subject of this masque, and who is the author, or are we to have a rehash of rare Ben Jonson's Golden Age?"

"It is to be a kind of parody of that, or rather a burlesque;" replied Bernard, "and is designed to hail the advent of the Restoration, a theme worthy of the genius of a Shakspeare, though, unfortunately, it is now in far humbler hands."

"A n.o.ble subject, truly," said the Colonel, "and from your deprecating air, I have no doubt that we are to be indebted to your pen for its production."

"Partly, sir," returned Bernard, with an a.s.sumption of modesty. "It is the joint work of Mr. Hutchinson, the chaplain of his excellency, and myself."

"Oh! Mr. Bernard, are you a poet," cried the old lady in admiration; "this is really an honour. Mr. Temple used to write verses when we were young, and although they were never printed, they were far prettier than a great deal of the lovesick nonsense that they make such a fuss about.

I was always begging him to publish, but he never would push himself forward, like others with not half his merit."

"I do not pretend to any merit, my dear madam," said Bernard, "but I trust that with my rigid loyalty, and parson Hutchinson's rigid episcopacy, the roundhead puritans will not meet with more favour than they deserve. Neither of us have been long enough in the colony to have learned from observation the taste of the Virginians, but there is abundant evidence on record that they were the last to desert the cause of loyalty, and to submit to the sway of the puritan Protector."