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Rodrigo appears when
Ferdinand is in despair, and kisses at last the royal hand in sign of
vassalship. Though the enemy gather "countless as the herbs of the
fields," even Persia and Armenia furnishing contingents, their battle
array is vain.
The five Kings of Spain cross the Pyrenees. Arrived before Paris,
Rodrigo passes through the midst of the French army, strikes with
his hand the gates of the city, and challenges the twelve French
peers to combat. The allies in alarm implore a truce. At the
council, Rodrigo, seated at the feet of his King and acting as
Ferdinand's spokesman, curses the Pope when the latter offers the
imperial crown of Spain. "We came for that which was to be
won," he declares, "not for that already won. " Against Rodrigo's
advice the truce is accorded to all. Here the poem is interrupted.
Besides these two epic poems, we have in the earlier Spanish
literature two chronicles in prose which describe the life of the Cid,
-'The General Chronicle of Alfonso the Learned' and 'The Chron-
icle of the Cid,' the latter being drawn from the former. Both rest
in part upon historical sources, in part upon legend and tradition.
Two centuries and more after the Poem, we meet with the
Romances or Ballads of the Cid. For the earliest of these do not
in their present form date far back of 1500. These ballads derive
from all sources, but chiefly from the Cid legend, which is here
treated in a lyric, sentimental, popular, and at times even vulgar
tone.
Guillem de Castro (1569-1631) chose two themes from the life of
the Cid for dramatic treatment, composing a dual drama styled 'Las
Mocedades del Cid' (The Youth of the Cid). The first part is the
more important. De Castro, drawing from the ballads, told again
the story of the insult to Don Diego (according to the ballads, a
blow in the face given by Don Gomez in a moment of passion), its
revenge, the pursuit of Rodrigo by Jimena, demanding justice of
King Ferdinand, and finally the reconciliation through marriage.
But De Castro added love, and the conflict in the mind of Rodrigo
and in that of Jimena between affection and the claims of honor.
Corneille recast De Castro's first drama in his 'Le Cid,' condens-
ing it and giving to the verse greater dignity and nobility. The
French dramatist has worked with entire independence here, and
both in what he has omitted and what he has added has usually
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through ignorance of the spirit and sources of the Spanish drama he
has erred. But the invention is wholly De Castro's, and many of
Corneille's most admired passages are either free translations from
the Spanish or expressions of some thought or sentiment contained
in De Castro's version.
In more recent times Herder has enriched German literature with
free renderings of some of the Cid ballads. Victor Hugo has drawn
from the Cid theme, in his 'La Legende des Siècles' (The Legend of
the Centuries), fresh inspiration for his muse.
Charles Afrape Voit.
FROM THE POEM OF MY CID)
LEAVING BURGOS
ITH tearful eyes he turned to gaze upon the wreck behind,
His rifled coffers, bursten gates, all open to the wind:
Nor mantle left, nor robe of fur; stript bare his castle hall;
Nor hawk nor falcon in the mew, the perches empty all.
Then forth in sorrow went my Cid, and a deep sigh sighed he;
Yet with a measured voice and calm, my Cid spake loftily,-
"I thank thee, God our Father, thou that dwellest upon high,
I suffer cruel wrong to-day, but of mine enemy! »
As they came riding from Bivar the crow was on the right;
By Burgos's gate, upon the left, the crow was there in sight.
My Cid he shrugged his shoulders and he lifted up his head:
"Good tidings, Alvar Fañez! we are banished men! " he said.
With sixty lances in his train my Cid rode up the town,
The burghers and their dames from all the windows looking down;
And there were tears in every eye, and on each lip one word:
་
"A worthy vassal
would to God he served a worthy Lord! »
WIT
-
FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE AT SAN PEDRO DE CARDENA
THE prayer was said, the mass was sung, they mounted to depart;
My Cid a moment stayed to press Jimena to his heart;
Jimena kissed his hand, -as one distraught with grief was she;
He looked upon his daughters: "These to God I leave," said he.
As when the finger-nail from out the flesh is torn away,
Even so sharp to him and them the parting pang that day.
Then to his saddle sprang my Cid, and forth his vassals led;
But ever as he rode, to those behind he turned his head.
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BATTLE SCENE
THEN cried my Cid-"In charity, as to the rescue-ho! "
With bucklers braced before their breasts, with lances pointing low,
With stooping crests and heads bent down above the saddle-bow,
All firm of hand and high of heart they roll upon the foe.
And he that in a good hour was born, his clarion voice rings out,
And clear above the clang of arms is heard his battle shout:
"Among them, gentlemen! Strike home for the love of charity!
The champion of Bivar is here- Ruy Diaz-I am he! "
Then bearing where Bermuez still maintains unequal fight,
Three hundred lances down they come, their pennons flickering white;
Down go three hundred Moors to earth, a man to every blow;
And when they wheel, three hundred more, as charging back they go.
It was a sight to see the lances rise and fall that day;
The shivered shields and riven mail, to see how thick they lay;
The pennons that went in snow-white came out a gory red;
The horses running riderless, the riders lying dead;
While Moors call on Mohammed, and "St. James! " the Christians cry,
And sixty score of Moors and more in narrow compass lie.
THE CHALLENGES
[Scene from the challenges that preceded the judicial duels. Ferrando,
one of the Infantes, has just declared that they did right in spurning the
Cid's daughters. The Cid turns to his nephew. ]
"Now is the time, 'Dumb Peter'; speak, O man that sittest mute!
My daughters' and thy cousins' name and fame are in dispute:
To me they speak, to thee they look to answer every word.
If I am left to answer now, thou canst not draw thy sword. "
Tongue-tied Bermuez stood; a while he strove for words in vain,
But look you, when he once began he made his meaning plain.
"Cid, first I have a word for you: you always are the same,
In Cortes ever gibing me,-'Dumb Peter' is the name;
It never was a gift of mine, and that long since you knew;
But have you found me fail in aught that fell to me to do? —
You lie, Ferrando, lie in all you say upon that score.
The honor was to you, not him, the Cid Campeador;
For I know something of your worth, and somewhat I can tell.
That day beneath Valencia wall-you recollect it well —
You prayed the Cid to place you in the forefront of the fray;
You spied a Moor, and valiantly you went that Moor to slay;
And then you turned and fled — for his approach you would not stay.
Right soon he would have taught you 'twas a sorry game to play,
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I slew him at the first onfall; I gave his steed to you;
To no man have I told the tale from that hour hitherto.
Before my Cid and all his men you got yourself a name,
How you in single combat slew a Moor a deed of fame;
And all believed in your exploit; they wist not of your shame.
You are a craven at the core,- tall, handsome, as you stand:
How dare you talk as now you talk, you tongue without a hand? . . .
Now take thou my defiance as a traitor, trothless knight:
Upon this plea before our King Alfonso will I fight;
The daughters of my lord are wronged, their wrong is mine to right.
That ye those ladies did desert, the baser are ye then;
For what are they? -weak women; and what are ye? -strong men.
On every count I deem their cause to be the holier,
And I will make thee own it when we meet in battle here.
Traitor thou shalt confess thyself, so help me God on high,
And all that I have said to-day my sword shall verify. "
Thus far these two. Diego rose, and spoke as ye shall hear:
"Counts by our birth are we, of stain our lineage is clear.
In this alliance with my Cid there was no parity.
If we his daughters cast aside, no cause for shame we see.
And little need we care if they in mourning pass their lives,
Enduring the reproach that clings to scorned rejected wives.
In leaving them we but upheld our honor and our right,
And ready to the death am I, maintaining this, to fight. "
Here Martin Antolinez sprang upon his feet: "False hound!
Will you not silent keep that mouth where truth was never found?
For you to boast! the lion scare have you forgotten too?
How through the open door you rushed, across the court-yard flew;
How sprawling in your terror on the wine-press beam you lay?
Ay! never more, I trow, you wore the mantle of that day.
There is no choice; the issue now the sword alone can try:
The daughters of my Cid ye spurned; that must ye justify.
On every count I here declare their cause the cause of right,
And thou shalt own thy treachery the day we join in fight. "
He ceased, and striding up the hall Assur Gonzalez passed;
His cheek was flushed with wine, for he had stayed to break his fast;
Ungirt his robe, and trailing low his ermine mantle hung;
Rude was his bearing to the court, and reckless was his tongue.
"What a to-do is here, my lords! was the like ever seen?
What talk is this about my Cid him of Bivar I mean?
To Riodouirna let him go to take his millers' rent,
And keep his mills a-going there, as once he was content.
He, forsooth, mate his daughters with the Counts of Carrion! "
Upstarted Muño Gustioz: "False, foul-mouthed knave, have done!
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Thou glutton, wont to break thy fast without a thought or prayer;
Whose heart is plotting mischief when thy lips are speaking fair;
Whose plighted word to friend or lord hath ever proved a lie;
False always to thy fellow-man, falser to God on high,—
No share in thy good-will I seek; one only boon I pray,
The chance to make thee own thyself the villain that I say. ”
Then spoke the king: "Enough of words: ye have my leave to fight,
The challenged and the challengers; and God defend the right. "
CONCLUSION
AND from the field of honor went Don Roderick's champions three.
Thanks be to God, the Lord of all, that gave the victory!
But in the lands of Carrion it was a day of woe,
. .
may he
And on the lords of Carrion it fell a heavy blow.
He who a noble lady wrongs and casts aside-
Meet like requital for his deeds, or worse, if worse there be!
But let us leave them where they lie - their meed is all men's scorn.
Turn we to speak of him that in a happy hour was born.
Valencia the Great was glad, rejoiced at heart to see
The honored champions of her lord return in victory:
And Ruy Diaz grasped his beard: "Thanks be to God," said he,
"Of part or lot in Carrion now are my daughters free;
Now may I give them without shame, whoe'er their suitors be. "
And favored by the king himself, Alfonso of Leon,
Prosperous was the wooing of Navarre and Aragon.
The bridals of Elvira and of Sol in splendor passed;
Stately the former nuptials were, but statelier far the last.
And he that in a good hour was born, behold how he hath sped!
His daughters now to higher rank and greater honor wed:
Sought by Navarre and Aragon, for queens his daughters twain;
And monarchs of his blood to-day upon the thrones of Spain.
And so his honor in the land grows greater day by day.
Upon the feast of Pentecost from life he passed away.
For him and all of us the grace of Christ let us implore.
And here ye have the story of my Cid Campeador.
Translation of John Ormsby.
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EARL OF CLARENDON
(EDWARD HYDE)
(1609-1674)
HE statesman first known as Mr. Hyde of the Inner Temple,
then as Sir Edward Hyde, and finally as the Earl of Clar-
endon, belongs to the small but most valuable and eminent
band who have both made and written history; a group which
includes among others Cæsar, Procopius, Sully, and Baber, and on a
smaller scale of active importance, Ammianus and Finlay. Born in
Dinton, Wiltshire, 1609, he was graduated at Oxford in 1626, and had
attained a high standing in his profession when the civil troubles
began, and he determined to devote all
his energies to his public duties in Parlia-
ment. During the momentous period of
the Long Parliament he was strongly on
the side of the people until the old abuses
had been swept away; but he would not
go with them in paralyzing the royal au-
thority from distrust of Charles, and when
the civil war broke out he took the royal
side, accompanying the King to Oxford,
and remaining his ablest adviser and loyal
friend.

He was the guardian of Charles II. in
exile; and in 1661, after the Restoration,
was made Lord Chancellor and chief min-
ister. Lord Macaulay says of him:-"He was well fitted for his
great place. No man wrote abler state papers. No man spoke with
more weight and dignity in council and Parliament. No man was
better acquainted with general maxims of statecraft. No man
observed the varieties of character with a more discriminating eye.
It must be added that he had a strong sense of moral and religious
obligation, a sincere reverence for the laws of his country, and a
conscientious regard for the honor and interest of the Crown. " But
his faults were conspicuous. One of his critics insists that "his
temper was arbitrary and vehement. His arrogance was immeas-
urable. His gravity assumed the character of censoriousness. "
He took part in important and dangerous negotiations, and eventu-
ally alienated four parties at once: the royalists by his Bill of
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Indemnity; the low-churchmen and dissenters by his Uniformity act;
the many who suffered the legal fine for private assemblages for
religious worship; and the whole nation by selling Dunkirk to France.
By the court he was hated because he censured the extravagance and
looseness of the life led there; and finally Charles, who had long
resented his sermons, deprived him of the great seal, accused him
of high treason, and doomed him to perpetual banishment. Thus,
after being the confidential friend of two kings (and the future
grandfather of two sovereigns, Mary and Anne), he was driven out of
England, to die in poverty and neglect at Rouen in 1674. But these
last days were perhaps the happiest and most useful of his life.
He now indulged his master passion for literature, and revised his
'History of the Rebellion,' which he had begun while a fugitive from
the rebels in the Isle of Jersey. In this masterpiece, ་ one of the
greatest ornaments of the historical literature of England," he has
described not only the events in which he participated, but noted
people of the time whom he had personally known. The book is
written in a style of sober and stately dignity, with great acuteness
of insight and weightiness of comment; it incorporates part of an
autobiography afterwards published separately, and is rather out of
proportion. His other works are 'The Essay on an Active and Con-
templative Life'; 'The Life of Edward, Earl of Clarendon'; 'Dia-
logues on Education and the Want of Respect Paid to Age';
'Miscellaneous Essays,' and 'Contemplation of the Psalms of David. '
THE CHARACTER OF LORD FALKLAND
I'
F CELEBRATING the memory of eminent and extraordinary per-
sons, and transmitting their great virtues for the imitation.
of posterity, be one of the principal ends and duties of his-
tory, it will not be thought impertinent in this place to remem-
ber a loss which no time will suffer to be forgotten, and no
success or good fortune could repair. In this unhappy battle
was slain the Lord Viscount Falkland; a person of such prodigious
parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness.
and delight in conversation, of so flowing and obliging a human-
ity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity
and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this
odious and accursed civil war than that single loss, it must be
most infamous and execrable to all posterity.
Before this Parliament, his condition of life was so happy
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twenty years of age he was master of a noble fortune, which
descended to him by the gift of a grandfather without passing
through his father or mother, who were then both alive, and not
well enough contented to find themselves passed by in the
descent. His education for some years had been in Ireland,
where his father was Lord Deputy; so that when he returned
into England to the possession of his fortune, he was unentan-
gled with any acquaintance or friends, which usually grow up
by the custom of conversation; and therefore was to make a
pure election of his company, which he chose by other rules
than were prescribed to the young nobility of that time. And
it cannot be denied, though he admitted some few to his friend-
ship for the agreeableness of their natures and their undoubted
affection to him, that his familiarity and friendship, for the
most part, was with men of the most eminent and sublime parts,
and of untouched reputation in the point of integrity; and such
men had a title to his bosom.
He was a great cherisher of wit and fancy and good parts in
any man; and if he found them clouded with poverty or want, a
most liberal and bountiful patron towards them, even above his
fortune; of which, in those administrations, he was such a dis-
penser as if he had been trusted with it to such uses; and if
there had been the least of vice in his expense he might have been
thought too prodigal. He was constant and pertinacious in
whatsoever he resolved to do, and not to be wearied by any
pains that were necessary to that end. And therefore having
once resolved not to see London, which he loved above all
places, till he had perfectly learned the Greek tongue, he went
to his own house in the country and pursued it with that inde-
fatigable industry that it will not be believed in how short a
time he was master of it, and accurately read all the Greek
historians.
In this time, his house being within ten miles of Oxford, he
contracted familiarity and friendship with the most polite and
accurate men of that university; who found such an immenseness
of wit and such a solidity of judgment in him, so infinite a
fancy bound in by a most logical ratiocination, such a vast
knowledge that he was not ignorant in anything, yet such an
excessive humility as if he had known nothing, that they fre-
quently resorted and dwelt with him, as in a college situated in
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volume, whither they came not so much for repose as study, and
to examine and refine those grosser propositions which laziness
and consent made current in vulgar conversation.
The great opinion he had of the uprightness and integrity of
those persons who appeared most active, especially of Mr. Hamp-
den, kept him longer from suspecting any design against the
peace of the kingdom; and though he differed commonly from
them in conclusions, he believed long their purposes were honest.
When he grew better informed what was law, and discerned (in
them) a desire to control that law by a vote of one or both
Houses, no man more opposed those attempts, and gave the
adverse party more trouble by reason and argumentation; inso-
much as he was, by degrees, looked upon as an advocate for the
court, to which he contributed so little that he declined those
addresses and even those invitations which he was obliged
almost by civility to entertain. And he was so jealous of the
least imagination that he should incline to preferment, that he
affected even a morosity to the court and to the courtiers, and
left nothing undone which might prevent and divert the King's
or Queen's favor towards him, but the deserving it. For when
the King sent for him once or twice to speak with him, and to
give him thanks for his excellent comportment in those councils
which his Majesty graciously termed doing him service, his
answers were more negligent and less satisfactory than might
have been expected; as if he cared only that his actions should
be just, not that they should be acceptable, and that his Majesty
should think that they proceeded only from the impulsion of
conscience, without any sympathy in his affections; which from a
stoical and sullen nature might not have been misinterpreted;
yet from a person of so perfect a habit of generous and obse-
quious compliance with all good men, might very well have been
interpreted by the King as more than an ordinary averseness to
his service: so that he took more pains and more forced his
nature to actions unagreeable and unpleasant to it, that he might
not be thought to incline to the court, than any man hath done
to procure an office there.
Two reasons prevailed with him to receive the seals, and but
for those he had resolutely avoided them. The first, consideration
that it [his refusal] might bring some blemish upon the King's
affairs, and that men would have believed that he had refused
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obliged to do somewhat else not justifiable. And this he made.
matter of conscience, since he knew the King made choice of him
before other men especially because he thought him more hon-
est than other men. The other was, lest he might be thought to
avoid it out of fear to do an ungracious thing to the House of
Commons, who were sorely troubled at the displacing of Harry
Vane, whom they looked upon as removed for having done them
those offices they stood in need of; and the disdain of so popu-
lar an incumbrance wrought upon him next to the other. For
as he had a full appetite of fame by just and generous actions,
so he had an equal contempt of it by any servile expedients;
and he had so much the more consented to and approved the
justice upon Sir Harry Vane in his own private judgment, by
how much he surpassed most men in the religious observation of
a trust, the violation whereof he would not admit of any excuse
for.
For these reasons he submitted to the King's command and
became his secretary, with as humble and devout an acknowl-
edgment of the greatness of the obligation as could be expressed,
and as true a sense of it in his own heart. Yet two things he
could never bring himself to whilst he continued in that office, that
was to his death; for which he was contented to be reproached,
as for omissions in a most necessary part of his office. The one,
employing of spies, or giving any countenance or entertainment
to them. I do not mean such emissaries as with danger would
venture to view the enemy's camp and bring intelligence of
their number and quartering, or such generals as such an obser-
vation can comprehend; but those who by communication of
guilt or dissimulation of manners wound themselves into such
trusts and secrets as enabled them to make discoveries for the ben-
efit of the State. The other, the liberty of opening letters upon.
a suspicion that they might contain matter of dangerous conse-
quence. For the first he would say, such instruments must be
void of all ingenuity and common honesty, before they could be
of use; and afterwards they could never be fit to be credited:
and that no single preservation could be worth so general a
wound and corruption of human society as the cherishing such
persons would carry with it. The last, he thought such a viola-
tion of the law of nature that no qualification by office could
justify a single person in the trespass; and though he was con-
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advantages of information were not to be declined and were
necessarily to be practiced, he found means to shift it from him-
self; when he confessed he needed excuse and pardon for the
omission: so unwilling he was to resign anything in his nature
to an obligation in his office.
In all other particulars he filled his place plentifully, being
sufficiently versed in languages to understand any that [are] used
in business, and to make himself again understood. To speak
of his integrity, and his high disdain of any bait that might
seem to look towards corruption, in tanto viro, injuria virtutum
fuerit [in the case of so great a man, would be an insult to his
merits].
.
·
He had a courage of the most clear and keen temper, and so
far from fear that he was not without appetite of danger; and
therefore, upon any occasion of action, he always engaged his
person in those troops which he thought by the forwardness of
the commanders to be most like to be farthest engaged; and in
all such encounters he had about him a strange cheerfulness and
companionableness, without at all affecting the execution that
was then principally to be attended, in which he took no
delight, but took pains to prevent it, where it was not by
resistance necessary; insomuch that at Edgehill, when the
enemy was routed, he was like to have incurred great peril by
interposing to save those who had thrown away their arms, and
against whom, it may be, others were more fierce for their hav-
ing thrown them away: insomuch as a man might think he
came into the field only out of curiosity to see the face of
danger, and charity to prevent the shedding of blood. Yet in
his natural inclination he acknowledged that he was addicted to
the profession of a soldier; and shortly after he came to his
fortune, and before he came to age, he went into the Low
Countries with a resolution of procuring command, and to give
himself up to it, from which he was converted by the complete
inactivity of that summer: and so he returned into England and
shortly after entered upon that vehement course of study we
mentioned before, till the first alarm from the North; and then
again he made ready for the field, and though he received some
repulse in the command of a troop of horse of which he had a
promise, he went volunteer with the Earl of Essex.
From the entrance into this unnatural war his natural cheer-
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dejection of spirit stole upon him which he had never been
used to; yet being one of those who believed that one battle
would end all differences, and that there would be so great a
victory on the one side that the other would be compelled to
submit to any conditions from the victor (which supposition and
conclusion generally sunk into the minds of most men, and pre-
vented the looking after many advantages which might then
have been laid hold of), he resisted those indispositions, et in
luctu, bellum inter remedia erat [and in his grief, strife was one
of his curatives]. But after the King's return from Brentford,
and the furious resolution of the two Houses not to admit any
treaty for peace, those indispositions which had before touched
him grew into a perfect habit of uncheerfulness; and he who
had been so exactly unreserved and affable to all men that his
face and countenance was always present and vacant to his com-
pany, and held any cloudiness and less pleasantness of the visage
a kind of rudeness or incivility, became, on a sudden, less com-
municable; and thence, very sad, pale, and exceedingly affected
with the spleen. In his clothes and habit, which he had
intended before always with more neatness and industry and
expense than is usual in so great a mind, he was now not only
incurious, but too negligent; and in his reception of suitors, and
the necessary or casual addresses to his place, so quick and
sharp and severe that there wanted not some men (who were
strangers to his nature and disposition) who believed him proud
and imperious,- from which no mortal man was ever more free.
The truth is, that as he was of a most incomparable gentle-
ness, application, and even a demissness and submission to good
and worthy and entire men, so he was naturally (which could not
but be more evident in his place, which objected him to another
conversation and intermixture than his own election had done)
adversus malos injucundus [toward evil-doers ungracious] and was
so ill a dissembler of his dislike and disinclination to ill men
that it was not possible for such not to discern it. There was
once in the House of Commons such a declared acceptation of
the good service an eminent member had done to them, and as
they said, to the whole kingdom, that it was moved, he being
present, that the Speaker might in the name of the whole House
give him thanks; and then, that every member might as a testi-
mony of his particular acknowledgment stir or move his hat
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did, the Lord Falkland (who believed the service itself not to be
of that moment, and that an honorable and generous person
could not have stooped to it for any recompense), instead of
moving his hat, stretched both his arms out and clasped his
hands together upon the crown of his hat, and held it close
down to his head; that all men might see how odious that flat-
tery was to him, and the very approbation of the person, though
at that time most popular.
When there was any overture or hope of peace, he would be
more erect and vigorous, and exceedingly solicitous to press
anything which he thought might promote it; and sitting amongst
his friends, often, after a deep silence and frequent sighs, would
with a shrill and sad accent ingeminate the word Peace, Peace;
and would passionately profess that the very agony of the war
and the view of the calamities and desolation the kingdom
did and must endure, took his sleep from him, and would
shortly break his heart. This made some think or pretend to
think that he was so much enamored on peace, that he would
have been glad the King should have bought it at any price;
which was a most unreasonable calumny. As if a man that
was himself the most punctual and precise in every circumstance
that might reflect upon conscience or honor, could have wished
the King to have committed a trespass against either.
In the morning before the battle, as always upon action, he
was very cheerful, and put himself into the first rank of the
Lord Byron's regiment, who was then advancing upon the
enemy, who had lined the hedges on both sides with musketeers,
from whence he was shot with a musket in the lower part of the
belly, and in the instant falling from his horse, his body was
not found till the next morning; till when, there was some hope
he might have been a prisoner; though his nearest friends, who
knew his temper, received small comfort from that imagination.
Thus fell that incomparable young man, in the four-and-thirtieth
year of his age, having so much dispatched the business of life.
that the oldest rarely attain to that immense knowledge, and the
youngest enter not into the world with more innocence: and
whosoever leads such a life needs not care upon how short
warning it be taken from him.
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MARCUS A. H. CLARKE
(1846-1881)
LTHOUGH a native of England, Marcus Clarke is always classed
as an Australian novelist.
The son of a barrister, he was
born in Kensington April 24th, 1846. In 1864 he went to
seek his fortune in Australia. His taste for adventure soon led him
to "the bush," where he acquired many experiences afterwards used
by him for literary material. Drifting into journalism, he joined the
staff of the Melbourne Argus. After publishing a series of essays
called The Peripatetic Philosopher,' he purchased the Australian
Magazine, the name of which he changed to the Colonial Monthly,
and in 1868 published in it his first novel, entitled 'Long Odds. '
Owing to a long illness, this tale of sporting life was completed by
other hands. When he resumed his literary work he contributed to
the Melbourne Punch, and edited the Humbug, a humorous journal.
He dramatized Charles Reade's and Dion Boucicault's novel of 'Foul
Play'; adapted Molière's 'Bourgeois Gentilhomme'; wrote a drama
entitled 'Plot,' successfully performed at the Princess Theatre in
1873; and another play called 'A Daughter of Eve. ' He was con-
nected with the Melbourne press until his death, August 2d, 1881.
Clarke's literary fame rests upon the novel 'His Natural Life,'
a strong story, describing the life of an innocent man under a life
sentence for felony. The story is repulsive, but gives a faithful
picture of the penal conditions of the time, and is built upon official
records. It appeared in the Australian Magazine, and before it was
issued in book form, Clarke, with the assistance of Sir Charles Gavin
Duffy, revised it almost beyond recognition. It was republished in
London in 1875 and in New York in 1878. He was also the author
of 'Old Tales of a New Country'; 'Holiday Peak,' another collec-
tion of short stories; Four Stories High'; and an unfinished novel
called 'Felix and Felicitas. '
Clarke was a devoted student of Balzac and Poe, and some of his
sketches of rough life in Australia have been compared to Bret
Harte's pictures of primitive California days. His power in depicting
landscape is shown by this glimpse of a midnight ride in the bush,
taken from 'Holiday Peak’:-
"There is an indescribable ghastliness about the mountain bush at mid-
night, which has affected most imaginative people. The grotesque and dis-
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conspirators; the little open flats encircled by bowlders, which seem the for-
gotten altars of some unholy worship; the white, bare, and ghostly gum-trees,
gleaming momentarily amid the deeper shades of the forest; the lonely pools
begirt with shivering reeds and haunted by the melancholy bittern only; the
rifted and draggled creek-bed, which seems violently gouged out of the lacer-
ated earth by some savage convulsion of nature; the silent and solitary places
where a few blasted trees crouch together like withered witches, who, brood-
ing on some deed of blood, have suddenly been stricken horror-stiff. Riding
through this nightmare landscape, a whirr of wings and a harsh cry disturb
you from time to time, hideous and mocking laughter peals above and about
you, and huge gray ghosts with little red eyes hop away in gigantic but
noiseless bounds. You shake your bridle, the mare lengthens her stride, the
tree-trunks run into one another, the leaves make overhead a continuous cur-
tain, the earth reels out beneath you like a strip of gray cloth spun by a
furiously flying loom, the air strikes your face sharply, the bush-always gray
and colorless-parts before you and closes behind you like a fog. You lose
yourself in this prevailing indecision of sound and color. You become drunk
with the wine of the night, and losing your individuality, sweep onward, a
flying phantom in a land of shadows. "
HOW A PENAL SYSTEM CAN WORK
From His Natural Life ›
HE next two days were devoted to sight-seeing.
THE
Sylvia Frere
was taken through the hospital and the workshops, shown
the semaphores, and shut up by Maurice in a "dark cell. "
Her husband and Burgess seemed to treat the prison like a tame
animal, whom they could handle at their leisure, and whose
natural ferocity was kept in check by their superior intelligence.
This bringing of a young and pretty woman into immediate
contact with bolts and bars had about it an incongruity which
pleased them. Maurice Frere penetrated everywhere, questioned
the prisoners, jested with the jailers; even, in the munificence of
his heart, bestowed tobacco on the sick.
With such graceful rattlings of dry bones, they got by-and-by
to Point Puer, where a luncheon had been provided.
An unlucky accident had occurred at Point Puer that morn-
ing, however; and the place was in a suppressed ferment. A
refractory little thief named Peter Brown, aged twelve years,
had jumped off the high rock and drowned himself in full view
of the constables. These "jumpings-off" had become rather
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this particular day. If he could by any possibility have brought
the corpse of poor little Peter Brown to life again, he would
have soundly whipped it for its impertinence.
"It is most unfortunate," he said to Frere, as they stood in
the cell where the little body was laid, "that it should have
happened to-day. "
"Oh," says Frere, frowning down upon the young face that
seemed to smile up at him, "it can't be helped. I know those
young devils. They'd do it out of spite. What sort of a charac-
ter had he? "
"Very bad. Johnson, the book. "
Johnson bringing it, the two saw Peter Brown's iniquities set
down in the neatest of running-hand, and the record of his
punishments ornamented in quite an artistic way with flourishes
of red ink.
"20th November, disorderly conduct, 12 lashes. 24th Novem-
ber, insolence to hospital attendant, diet reduced. 4th December,
stealing cap from another prisoner, 12 lashes. 15th December,
absenting himself at roll-call, two days' cells. 23d December,
insolence and insubordination, two days' cells. 8th January,
insolence and insubordination, 12 lashes. 20th January, insolence
and insubordination, 12 lashes. 22d February, insolence and
insubordination, 12 lashes and one week's solitary. 6th March,
insolence and insubordination, 20 lashes. "
"That was the last? " asked Frere.
"Yes, sir," says Johnson.
"And then he-hum-did it? "
"Just so, sir. That was the way of it. "
Just so! The magnificent system starved and tortured a child
of twelve until he killed himself. That was the way of it.
•
•
After the farce had been played again, and the children had
stood up and sat down, and sung a hymn, and told how many
twice five were, and repeated their belief in "One God the
Father Almighty, maker of Heaven and earth," the party re-
viewed the workshops, and saw the church, and went everywhere
but into the room where the body of Peter Brown, aged twelve,
lay starkly on its wooden bench, staring at the jail roof which
was between it and heaven.
Just outside this room Sylvia met with a little adventure.
Meekin had stopped behind, and Burgess being suddenly sum-
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his wife to rest on a bench that, placed at the summit of the
cliff, overlooked the sea. While resting thus she became aware
of another presence, and turning her head, beheld a small boy
with his cap in one hand and a hammer in the other. The
appearance of the little creature, clad in a uniform of gray cloth
that was too large for him, and holding in his withered little
hand a hammer that was too heavy for him, had something
pathetic about it.
"What is it, you mite? " asked Sylvia.
"We thought you might have seen him, mum," said the little
figure, opening its blue eyes with wonder at the kindness of the
tone.
"Him? Whom? "
"Cranky Brown, mum," returned the child; "him as did it
this morning. Me and Billy knowed him, mum; he was a mate
of ours, and we wanted to know if he looked happy. "
"What do you mean, child? " said she, with a strange terror
at her heart; and then, filled with pity at the aspect of the little
being, she drew him to her, with sudden womanly instinct, and
kissed him.
He looked up at her with joyful surprise. "Oh! " he said.
Sylvia kissed him again.
"Does nobody ever kiss you, poor little man? " said she.
"Mother used to," was the reply; "but she's at home. Oh,
mem," with a sudden crimsoning of the little face, "may I fetch
Billy? »
And taking courage from the bright young face, he gravely
marched to an angle of the rock, and brought out another little
creature, with another gray uniform, and another hammer.
"This is Billy, mum," he said. "Billy never had no mother.
Kiss Billy. "
The young wife felt the tears rush to her eyes.
"You two poor babies! " she cried. And then, forgetting that
she was a lady, dressed in silk and lace, she fell on her knees
in the dust, and folding the friendless pair in her arms, wept
over them.
"What is the matter, Sylvia? " said Frere, when he came up.
"You've been crying. "
"Nothing, Maurice; at least, I will tell you by-and-by. "
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"Artful little humbugs," he said, and supported his argument
by so many illustrations of the precocious wickedness of juvenile
felons that his wife was half convinced against her will.
Unfortunately, when Sylvia went away, Tommy and Billy put
into execution a plan which they had carried in their poor little
heads for some weeks.
"I can do it now," said Tommy. "I feel strong. " >>
"Will it hurt much, Tommy? " said Billy, who was not so
courageous.
"Not so much as a whipping. "
"I'm afraid! Oh, Tom, it's so deep! Don't leave me, Tom! "
The bigger boy took his little handkerchief from his neck,
and with it bound his own left hand to his companion's right.
"Now I can't leave you. "
"What was it the lady that kissed us said, Tommy? "
“Lord, have pity of them two fatherless children! " repeated
Tommy.
"Let's say it, Tom. "
And so the two babies knelt on the brink of the cliff, and
raising the bound hands together, looked up at the sky, and
ungrammatically said, "Lord, have pity on we two fatherless
children. " And then they kissed each other, and "did it. "
THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
From His Natural Life'
I
T WAS not until they had scrambled up the beach to safety that
the absconders became fully aware of the loss of another of
their companions. As they stood on the break of the beach,
wringing the water from their clothes, Gabbett's small eye,
counting their number, missed the stroke oar.
"Where's Cox? "
« He
"The fool fell overboard," said Jemmy Vetch, shortly.
never had as much sense in that skull of his as would keep it
sound on his shoulders. "
Gabbett scowled. "That's three of us gone," he said, in the
tones of a man suffering some personal injury.
They summed up their means of defense against attack.
Sanders and Greenhill had knives. Gabbett still retained the axe
in his belt. Vetch had dropped his musket at the Neck; and
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1
"Let's have a look at the tucker," said Vetch.
There was but one bag of provisions. It contained a piece of
salt pork, two loaves, and some uncooked potatoes. Signal Hill
station was not rich in edibles.
"That ain't much," said the Crow, with rueful face. "Is it,
Gabbett ? »
"It must do, anyway," returned the giant, carelessly.
The inspection over, the six proceeded up the shore, and
encamped under the lee of a rock. Bodenham was for lighting
a fire; but Vetch, who by tacit consent had been chosen leader
of the expedition, forbade it, saying that the light might betray
them. "They'll think we're drowned, and won't pursue us," he
said. So all that night the miserable wretches crouched fireless
together.
Morning breaks clear and bright, and-free for the first time
in ten years—they comprehend that their terrible journey has
begun. "Where are we to go? How are we to live? " asks
Bodenham, scanning the barren bush that stretches to the barren
sea. "Gabbett, you've been out before-how's it done? "
"We'll make the shepherds' huts, and live on their tucker till
we get a change o' clothes," said Gabbett, evading the main ques-
tion. "We can follow the coast-line. "
"Steady, lads," said prudent Vetch; "we must sneak round
yon sandhills, and so creep into the scrub. If they've a good
glass at the Neck, they can see us. "
"It does seem close," said Bodenham, "I could pitch a stone
on to the guard-house. Good-by, you bloody spot! " he adds,
with sudden rage, shaking his fist vindictively at the peniten-
tiary, "I don't want to see you no more till the Day o' Judg-
ment. "
Vetch divides the provisions, and they travel all that day
until dark night. The scrub is prickly and dense. Their clothes
are torn, their hands and feet bleeding. Already they feel out-
wearied. No one pursuing, they light a fire, and sleep. The
second day they come to a sandy spit that runs out into the sea,
and find that they have got too far to the eastward, and must
follow the shore-line to East Bay Neck. Back through the scrub
they drag their heavy feet. That night they eat the last crumb
of the loaf. The third day at high noon, after some toilsome
walking, they reach a big hill, now called Collins's Mount, and
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A few rocks are on their right hand,
« We
Neck, at their feet.
and blue in the lovely distance lies hated Maria Island.
must keep well to the eastward," said Greenhill, "or we shall
fall in with the settlers and get taken. " So, passing the isth-
mus, they strike into the bush along the shore, and tightening
their belts over their gnawing bellies, camp under some low-
lying hills.
The fourth day is notable for the indisposition of Bodenham,
who is a bad walker, and falling behind, delays the party by fre-
quent cooeys. Gabbett threatens him with a worse fate than
sore feet if he lingers. Luckily, that evening Greenhill espies a
hut; but not trusting to the friendship of the occupant, they wait
until he quits it in the morning, and then send Vetch to forage.
Vetch, secretly congratulating himself on having by his counsel
prevented violence, returns bending under half a bag of flour.
"'You'd better carry the flour," said he to Gabbett, "and give
me the axe. " Gabbett eyes him for a while, as if struck by his
puny form, but finally gives the axe to his mate Sanders. That
day they creep along cautiously between the sea and the hills,
camping at a creek. Vetch, after much search, finds a handful
of berries, and adds them to the main stock. Half of this hand-
ful is eaten at once, the other half reserved for "to-morrow. "
The next day they come to an arm of the sea, and as they
struggle northward Maria Island disappears, and with it all
danger from telescopes. That evening they reach the camping-
ground by twos and threes; and each wonders-between the
paroxysms of hunger-if his face is as haggard and his eyes as
'blood-shot as those of his neighbor.
On the seventh day Bodenham says his feet are so bad he
can't walk, and Greenhill, with a greedy look at the berries, bids
him stay behind. Being in a very weak condition, he takes his
companion at his word, and drops off about noon the next day.
Gabbett, discovering this defection, however, goes back, and in
an hour or so appears, driving the wretched creature before him
with blows, as a sheep is driven to the shambles. Greenhill
remonstrates at another mouth being thus forced upon the party,
but the giant silences him with a hideous glance. Jemmy Vetch
remembers that Greenhill accompanied Gabbett once before, and
feels uncomfortable. He gives hint of his suspicions to Sanders,
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secrets.
The ninth sun of their freedom, rising upon sandy and bar-
ren hillocks, bristling thick with cruel scrub, sees the six famine-
stricken wretches cursing their God, and yet afraid to die. All
round is the fruitless, shadeless, shelterless bush. Above, the
pitiless heaven. In the distance the remorseless sea. Something
terrible must happen.