And as they went by, there were few in the crowd who did not press forward to shake them by the hand, and not only them, but their parents and kinsfolk who walked behind, till Mrs.Leigh, her stately joy quite broken down at last, could only answer between her sobs, "Go along, good people--God a mercy, go along--and God send you all such sons!""God give me back mine!" cried an old red-cloaked dame in the crowd; and then, struck by some hidden impulse, she sprang forward, and catching hold of young Amyas's sleeve--"Kind sir! dear sir! For Christ his sake answer a poor old widow woman!""What is it, dame?" quoth Amyas, gently enough.
"Did you see my son to the Indies?--my son Salvation?""Salvation?" replied he, with the air of one who recollected the name.
"Yes, sure, Salvation Yeo, of Clovelly.A tall man and black, and sweareth awfully in his talk, the Lord forgive him!"Amyas recollected now.It was the name of the sailor who had given him the wondrous horn five years ago.
"My good dame," said he, "the Indies are a very large place, and your son may be safe and sound enough there, without my having seen him.I knew one Salvation Yeo.But he must have come with-- By the by, godfather, has Mr.Oxenham come home?"There was a dead silence for a moment among the gentlemen round;and then Sir Richard said solemnly, and in a low voice, turning away from the old dame,--"Amyas, Mr.Oxenham has not come home; and from the day he sailed, no word has been heard of him and all his crew.""Oh, Sir Richard! and you kept me from sailing with him! Had Iknown this before I went into church, I had had one mercy more to thank God for.""Thank Him all the more in thy life, my child!" whispered his mother.
"And no news of him whatsoever?"
"None; but that the year after he sailed, a ship belonging to Andrew Barker, of Bristol, took out of a Spanish caravel, somewhere off the Honduras, his two brass guns; but whence they came the Spaniard knew not, having bought them at Nombre de Dios.""Yes!" cried the old woman; "they brought home the guns, and never brought home my boy!""They never saw your boy, mother," said Sir Richard.
"But I've seen him! I saw him in a dream four years last Whitsuntide, as plain as I see you now, gentles, a-lying upon a rock, calling for a drop of water to cool his tongue, like Dives to the torment! Oh! dear me!" and the old dame wept bitterly.
"There is a rose noble for you!" said Mrs.Leigh.
"And there another!" said Sir Richard.And in a few minutes four or five gold coins were in her hand.But the old dame did but look wonderingly at the gold a moment, and then--"Ah! dear gentles, God's blessing on you, and Mr.Cary's mighty good to me already; but gold won't buy back childer! O! young gentleman! young gentleman! make me a promise; if you want God's blessing on you this day, bring me back my boy, if you find him sailing on the seas! Bring him back, and an old widow's blessing be on you!"Amyas promised--what else could he do?--and the group hurried on;but the lad's heart was heavy in the midst of joy, with the thought of John Oxenham, as he walked through the churchyard, and down the short street which led between the ancient school and still more ancient town-house, to the head of the long bridge, across which the pageant, having arranged "east-the-water," was to defile, and then turn to the right along the quay.
However, he was bound in all courtesy to turn his attention now to the show which had been prepared in his honor, and which was really well enough worth seeing and hearing.The English were, in those days, an altogether dramatic people; ready and able, as in Bideford that day, to extemporize a pageant, a masque, or any effort of the Thespian art short of the regular drama.For they were, in the first place, even down to the very poorest, a well-fed people, with fewer luxuries than we, but more abundant necessaries; and while beef, ale, and good woollen clothes could be obtained in plenty, without overworking either body or soul, men had time to amuse themselves in something more intellectual than mere toping in pot-houses.Moreover, the half century after the Reformation in England was one not merely of new intellectual *******, but of immense animal good spirits.After years of dumb confusion and cruel persecution, a breathing time had come: Mary and the fires of Smithfield had vanished together like a hideous dream, and the mighty shout of joy which greeted Elizabeth's entry into London, was the key-note of fifty glorious years; the expression of a new-found strength and *******, which vented itself at home in drama and in song; abroad in mighty conquests, achieved with the laughing recklessness of boys at play.
So first, preceded by the waits, came along the bridge toward the town-hall a device prepared by the good rector, who, standing by, acted as showman, and explained anxiously to the bystanders the import of a certain "allegory" wherein on a great banner was depicted Queen Elizabeth herself, who, in ample ruff and farthingale, a Bible in one hand and a sword in the other, stood triumphant upon the necks of two sufficiently abject personages, whose triple tiara and imperial crown proclaimed them the Pope and the King of Spain; while a label, issuing from her royal mouth, informed the world that--"By land and sea a virgin queen I reign, And spurn to dust both Antichrist and Spain."Which, having been received with due applause, a well-bedizened lad, having in his cap as a posy "Loyalty," stepped forward, and delivered himself of the following verses:--"Oh, great Eliza! oh, world-famous crew!
Which shall I hail more blest, your queen or you?
While without other either falls to wrack, And light must eyes, or eyes their light must lack.
She without you, a diamond sunk in mine, Its worth unprized, to self alone must shine;You without her, like hands bereft of head, Like Ajax rage, by blindfold lust misled.
