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chanical figures, as were to be encountered in the sequestered and religious precincts of Bunhill Row.
Somewhat ashamed of the occasion which had thus introduced him to Milton, conscious that he must appear in a contemptible light to so stern a moralist, and too much awed by his superior talent, as well as virtue, to attempt beguiling the time by conversation, Jocelyn staid not a moment longer than he considered necessary for his safety, when he most earnestly returned thanks for the shelter he had found, and took his departure. Soon after quitting the door, he saw an empty coach, whose driver, for the bribe of half-acrown, agreed to carry him to London Bridge, where he took water, and reached his apartments at Whitehall without any further let or impediment.
He had regularly communicated to Sir John his appointment under the Queen, and his favourable prospects at the court, although, for obvious reasons, he had never made any allusion to his pecuniary difficulties. Having now occasion to communicate to his father the result of an interview with the Lord Chancellor respecting the Brambletye suit, his urgent embarrassments led him to solicit a loan of money, which he promised to return when he should receive his next payment from the Queen. Although no very punctual correspondent in general, Sir John lost no time in sending the following answer to the application :
«Gadzooks, Jocelyn, I knew of old that you were passionate as gunpowder, peppery as a deviled drumstick, and if you are your
have a right to be so; but I never thought you were a wag and a
joker. Borrow money of me! 'Ods heart! if it were not for the gout, I should laugh till I frightened all the fishes in the moat. You know well enough how I have been treated; you know that Rowley's famous act of oblivion and indemnity proves to be oblivion to his friends and indemnity to his enemies. Money, you comical dog! We Cavaliers may
well Farewell to the Parliament, and sing,
« Farewell plate and money, with hey, with hey,
'T is going down the water,
And public faith 's going after,
With hey, trolly, lolly, loe!» «What little comes in falls into the clutches of the damned Dutch Vrouw, from whose grasp you may extract it when you can pick powder out of pitch with a feather; or wool out of birdlime with a stalk of thistledown. A bots upon the plague! that carried off so many jolly wenches, and left her ladyship behind. Perhaps she was spared as one of the family, for I'm sure she has been plague enough to me. Once more, thou bantering blade, I am bare as a beggar's wallet, poor as the alm's-box at the church door,--so talk not to me of money, unless
you come as a lender, not a borrower. « 'Sblood, Sir, what means the Chancellor by saying he cannot hear my cause out of its course, but that I may depend on having justice? He lies, for delay is ruin, and therefore the worst of injustice. Since Nan Hyde married the Duke, I suppose we are to stand in awe of his lordship's big wig; but egad! if I were not
tied by the leg, I would beard him on the woolsack, and tell him plump that it would be better for both of us if he would attend more to Brambletye House, and less to Dunkirk House." It 's a burning shame of Rowley to allow such delays, especially towards an old servant and soldier, who had foot in stirrup, and sword in hand for so many years, and ought not to be forgotten now, that he has a gouty shoe
and a fleshbrush in the other.
« The black ghost comes out as usual with the owls and bats, and flits round Brambletye, and spits her spite, and curses and swears, and talks to the moon worse than ever. The cowardly knaves are all afraid of her, for they now say she is a witch, or else they might have caught her before this, and have executed my order to trail her nine times round the moat. Jack Whittaker, however, had a chase after her last week, and though the Jezabel got away, as usual, we have reason to hope that he wounded her with a large stone that he sent hissing at her head. By the by, honest Jack talks of leaving me, unless ale be substituted for swipes, which the Vrouw won't hear of, and therefore you may suppose
I don't often get a bottle of claret. ----Money, quotha! you are a wag, Jocelyn; and a sancy Jackanapes, my boy; and a flouting malapert, my darling ; so no more at present from your poor, gouty, disappointed, pillaged, forgotten, but still affec
· A nick-name bestowed by his enemies upon the magnificent mansion he was then building in St James's Street, the expense of which, it was intended to insinuate, was defrayed out of the bribe-money, received for the sale of Dunkirk,
tionate and stout-hearted father, John Compton.
« P. S.-Hark ye, Sir! what business have you to want money, with such a liberal salary from the Queen? I forgot to ask that question. Zounds! Sir; don't expect a farthing from me. If you fall into the wild extravagance of the court, I shall cast you off, and not care a whiff of tobacco about you. Indeed, I am not sure that I do now; so once more, God bless you my own dear boy.-J. C.»
On the following morning, upon returning to his apartment, after having been in attendance upon the Queen, he found a parcel carefully wrapped up in baize, and sealed at either end, ipon opening which he discovered a small oaken box, and the following letter:
«You have been wandering long enough in the ways of unrighteousness. Are they the paths of peace? Let your own bosom resolve this question. For shame! for shame! Leave vice to fools and knaves. Your intellect is too clear, your heart too good, to allow you even a mo
mentary gratification in its indulgence. Crime will 7 only aggravate your unhappiness. It is therefore without' an àim, and without an excuse. This
money is not sent to minister to new errors, but to enable
you to withdraw with honour from
On breaking open the box, it proved to be filled with gold, to a considerable amount, very neatly packed, but without any further paper, or clue that might lead to a discovery of the mysterious and generous donor. It had been left by a man dressed in a grey
Campain suit, with black and red points, and wearing a brown periwig, who said that no answer was required, and disappeared immediately after delivering the parcel. The porter had never seen him before, though he thought he might recognize him were he again to meet him.
This communication, so different in its matter and manner from Sir John's, excited various emotions in Jocelyn's breast. Curiosity for some time predominated over every other feeling; he scrutinized the handwriting, he examined the box, he inspected the seal, but still he remained as much in the dark as ever. There was no evidence to guide him, conjecture was useless; and he was therefore compelled to leave the solution of the enigma to time and chance. A second perusal of the letter awakened a different train of thought. He was softened by the discovery that he possessed a generous, though unknown, friend, in that world which he had been lately beginning to contemplate with a splenetic disgust: while his heart, upbraiding him with the truth of the sentiments he had been reading, whispered to him, that although he had merited reproach for the past, he might best testify his gratitude to his munificent monitor, by avoiding it for the future. At once gratified and humiliated, he made vows of amendment, which, at least, evinced a sincere repentance for the moment, although they might not always exercise a governing influence upon his subsequent conduct.
Since his accidental encounter with the bailiffs in the city, he had rarely ventured from his apartments,