iiSii.^iiit^^SSiSiiyif-'liS^rfiaiiwJSMK r c°^^•.>o /.-iji^.^ /-t^v-^ /...■-•'-. THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH TERCENTENARY EDITION THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH RY iii:nky wadswokth lon(;i i:ll()w with an Introduction by icRNisr w. l()N(;m<:ll()w And wi( li |)i((iircs hy N. C. WYETll Boston 'Ami New York II()U(;in()N MIM'LIN COMPANY (jibe lM\iet0H)t ipveaa Catiibcitiac 1920 COPYRIGHT, 1920, UV HOUGHTON MlKl'LIN COMPANY ALL RIGHTS KBSKRVUD 3.^ ^ CAMBKIDt.lt . MASSAlllUSBTTS U . S . A OCT 29 IS20 ©ni,A601189 ■K CONTENTS Introduction I. Miles Standish II. Love and Friendship III. The Lover's Errand IV. John Alden V. The Sailing of the Mayflower VI. Priscilla VII. The March of Miles Standish VIII. The Spinning- Wheel IX. The Wedding-Day XI 3 15 29 49 69 89 103 119 135 Long at the window he stood, and wistfully gazed on the landscape 10 So through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand 34 Said, in a tremulous voice, *'Why don't you speak for yourself, John? " 48 Near them was standing an Indian, in attitude stern and defiant 64 Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the May- flower, Homeward bound o'er the sea, and leaving them here in the desert 76 is. LIST OF PICTURES So the maiden went on, and little divined or im- agined What was at work in his heart, that made him so awkward and speechless 98 Headlong he leaped on the boaster, and, snatching his knife from its scabbard 114 So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession 146 The title-page device is Miles Standish's coat of arms INTRODUCTION I AM very glad, as a direct descendant of Priscilla and John Alden, to welcome this new and beau- tiful edition of '' The Courtship of Miles Stan- dish," especially timely in this tercentenary year of the Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. Mr. Wyeth's illustrations seem to me — and I doubt not that they would have seemed to my father — ad- mirable all through in their richness of color and their unconventional treatment, coupled with their many evidences of the closest study of the period. One has but to look at such a picture as the Sailing Away of the Mayflower, with the Pilgrims gathered on xi INTRODUCTION the shore, to feel the sinking of heart of the adventurers as the last link connecting them with the land of their birth faded in the distance. Whether Mr. Wyeth's conception of Priscilla as a piquant girl of French descent, with black hair and sparkling eyes, coincided with the demure Puritan maiden that was in my father's mind, I cannot say. On the historic grounds of her French-Huguenot an- cestry, however, Mr. Wyeth is entitled to his concep- tion, and no one can dispute the attractiveness of his Priscilla. It is a great pleasure to me to see this poem, which has become a household word in America, and which has always been a favorite of mine, in this new dress. Ernest W. Longfellow July, 1920 HE (COUR-TSHIP THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH MILES STANDISH N the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims, To and fro in a room of his simple and primi- tive dwelling, 3 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather, Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain. Buried in thought he seemed, with his hands behind him, and pausing Ever and anon to behold his glittering weapons of war- fare. Hanging in shining array along the walls of the cham- ber, — Cutlass and corselet of steel, and his trusty sword of * Damascus, Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence. While underneath, in a corner, were fowling-piece, j musket, and matchlock. Short of stature he was, but strongly built and ath- letic, 4 MILES STANDISH Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinews of iron ; Brown as a nut was his face, but his russet beard was already Flaked with patches of snow, as hedges sometimes in November. Near him was seated John Alden, his friend and house- hold companion. Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window ; Fair-haired, azure-eyed, with delicate Saxon com- plexion. Having the dew of his youth, and the beauty thereof, as the captives Whom Saint Gregory saw, and exclaimed, " Not Angles, but Angels." Youngest of all was he of the men who came in the Mayflower. 5 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Suddenly breaking the silence, the diligent scribe interrupting, Spake, in the pride of his heart, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth. " Look at these arms," he said, " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection! This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flan- ders; this breastplate. Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skir- mish; Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet Fired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish arcabucero. Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles Standish Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flemish morasses." 6 MILES STANDISH Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from his writing : " Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet; He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our weapon! " Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the stripling: " See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging; That is because I have done it myself, and not left it to others. Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent adage ; So I take care of my arms, as you of your pens and your ink-horn. Then, too, there are my soldiers, my great, invincible army, 7 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Twelve men, all equipped, having each his rest and his matchlock. Eighteen shillings a month, together v^ith diet and pil- lage, And, like Caesar, I know the name of each of my sol- diers!" This he said with a smile, that danced in his eyes, as the sunbeams Dance on the waves of the sea, and vanish again in a moment. Alden laughed as he wrote, and still the Captain con- tinued : " Look! you can see from this window my brazen how- itzer planted High on the roof of the church, a preacher who speaks to the purpose. Steady, straightforward, and strong, with irresistible logic, 8 MILES STANDISH Orthodox, flashing conviction right into the hearts of the heathen. Now we are ready, I think, for any assault of the In- dians; Let them come, if they like, and the sooner they try it the better, — Let them come, if they like, be it sagamore, sachem, or pow-wow, Aspinet, Samoset, Corbitant, Squanto, or Tokamaha- mon! " Long at the window he stood, and wistfully gazed on the landscape. Washed with a cold gray mist, the vapory breath of the east-wind. Forest and meadow and hill, and the steel-blue rim of the ocean, THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Lying silent and sad, in the afternoon shadows and sunshine. Over liis countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape, Gloom interniins^led with light; and his voice was sub- dued with emotion, Tenderness, pity, regret, as after a pause he pro- ceeded : " Yonder there, on the hill by the sea, lies buried Rose Standish; Beautiful rose of love, that bloomed for me by the way- side! She was the first to die of all who came in the May- flower ! Green above her is growing the field of wheat we have sown there, Better to hide from the Indian scouts the graves of our people, 10 LONG AT THE WINDOW Ht S I OOU, AND WISIIULLY GAZED ON THE LANDSCAPE MILES STANDISH Lest they should count them and see how many al- ready had perished! " Sadly his face he averted, and strode up and down, and was thoughtful. Fixed to the opposite wall was a shelf of books, and among them Prominent three, distinguished alike for bulk and for binding; Bariffe's Artillery Guide, and the Commentaries of Csesar Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge of London, And, as if guarded by these, between them was stand- ing the Bible. Musing a moment before them, Miles Standish paused, as if doubtful 11 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Which of the three he should choose for his consolation and comfort, Whether the wars of the Hebrews, the famous cam- paii^ns of the Romans, Or the Artillery practice, designed for belligerent Christians. Finally down from its shelf he drai^j^ed the ponderous Roman, Seated himself at the window, and opened the book, and in silence Turned o'er the well-worn leaves, where thumb-marks thick on the margin, Like the trample of feet, proclaimed the battle was hottest. Nothinii was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the striplini^, Busily writing epistles important, to go by the May- flower, 12 MILES STANDISH Ready to sail on the morrow, or next day at latest, God willing ! Homeward bound with the tidings of all that terrible winter, Letters written by Alden, and full of the name of Priscilla ! Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ! i II LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP II LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP NOTHING was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling, Or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart of the Captain, Reading the marvellous words and achievements of Julius Caesar. 17 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Af ttM- 11 while he exchiinied, as he smote with his hand, pahii downwards, Heavily on the paj^e: ** A wonderful man was this Civsar! You are a writer, and 1 am a fij^hter, but here is a fellow Who could both write and fij^ht, and in both was equally skilful!" Straiiihtway answered and spake John Alden, the comely, the youthful: *' Yes, he was equally skilled, as you say, with his pen and his weapons. Somewhere have I read, but where T forget, he could dictate Seven letters at once, at the same time writing his memoirs/' ** Truly," continued the Captain, not heeding or hear- ing the other, ** Truly a wonderful man was Caius Julius Caesar! 18 LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP Better be first, he said, in a little Iberian village, Than be second in Rome, and I think he was right when he said it. Twice was he married before he was twenty, and many times after; Battles five hundred he fought, and a thousand cities he conquered ; He, too, fought in Flanders, as he himself has re- corded ; Finally he was stabbed by his friend, the orator Brutus! Now, do you know what he did on a certain occasion in Flanders, When the rear-guard of his army retreated, the front giving way too. And the immortal Twelfth Legion was crowded so closely together There was no room for their swords? Why, he seized a shield from a soldier, 19 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Put himself straight at the head of his troops, and com- manded the captains, Calling on each by his name, to order forward the en- signs; Then to widen the ranks, and give more room for their weapons; So he won the day, the battle of something-or-other. That 's what I always say; if you wish a thing to be well done, You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to others! '' All was silent again; the Captain continued his read- ing. Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling Writing epistles important to go next day by the May- flower, 20 i LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla; Every sentence began or closed with the name of Priscilla, Till the treacherous pen, to which he confided the secret. Strove to betray it by singing and shouting the name of Priscilla ! Finally closing his book, with a bang of the ponderous cover. Sudden and loud as the sound of a soldier grounding his musket. Thus to the young man spake Miles Standish the Cap- tain of Plymouth: *' When you have finished your work, I have something important to tell you. Be not however in haste; I can wait; I shall not be im- patient! " 21 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Straightway Alden replied, as he folded the last of his letters, Pushing his papers aside, and giving respectful atten- tion: *' Speak; for whenever you speak, I am always ready to listen. Always ready to hear whatever pertains to Miles Stand- ish." Thereupon answered the Captain, embarrassed, and culling his phrases: ** 'T is not good for a man to be alone, say the Scrip- tures. This I have said before, and again and again I repeat it? Every hour in the day, I think it, and feel it, and say it. Since Rose Standish died, my life has been weary and dreary; Sick at heart have I been, beyond the healing of friend- ship ; 22 LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP Oft in my lonely hours have I thought of the maiden Priscilla. She is alone in the world ; her father and mother and brother Died in the winter together; I saw her going and com- ing, Now to the grave of the dead, and now to the bed of the dying, Patient, courageous, and strong, and said to myself, that if ever There were angels on earth, as there are angels in heaven. Two have I seen and known ; and the angel whose name is Priscilla Holds in my desolate life the place which the other abandoned. Long have I cherished the thought, but never have dared to reveal it, 23 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Being a coward in this, though valiant enough for the most part. Go to the damsel Priscilla, the loveliest maiden of Plymouth, Say that a blunt old Captain, a man not of words but of actions, Offers his hand and his heart, the hand and heart of a soldier. Not in these words, you know, but this in short is my meaning; I am a maker of war, and not a maker of phrases. You, who are bred as a scholar, can say it in elegant language. Such as you read in your books of the pleadings and wooings of lovers. Such as you think best adapted to win the heart of a maiden." 24 LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP When he had spoken, John Alden, the fair-haired, taciturn striplinj^. All aghast at his words, surprised, embarrassed, be- wildered. Trying to mask his dismay by treating the subject with lightness, Trying to vsmile, and yet feeling his heart stand still in his bosom, Just as a timepiece stops in a house that is stricken by lightning. Thus made answer and spake, or rather stammered than answered : " Such a message as that, I am sure I should mangle and mar it; If you would have it well done, — I am only repeating your maxim, — You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to others! " 25 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH But with the air of a man whom nothing can turn from his purpose, Gravely shaking his head, made answer the Captain of Plymouth: " Truly the maxim is good, and I do not mean to gain- say it ; But we must use it discreetly, and not waste powder for nothing. Now, as I said before, I was never a maker of phrases. 1 can march up to a fortress and summon the place to surrender. But march up to a woman with such a proposal, I dare not. I 'm not afraid of bullets, nor shot from the mouth of a cannon. But of a thundering ' No! ' point-blank from the mouth of a woman, 26^ LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP That I confess I 'ni afraid of, nor am 1 avshamed to con- fess it! So you must j^rant my request, for you are an elegant scholar. Having the graces of speech, and skill in the turning of phrases.'* Taking the hand of his friend, who still was reluctant and doubtful, Holding it long in his own, and pressing it kindly, he added : *' Though I have spoken thus lightly, yet deep is the feeling that prompts me; { Surely you cannot refuse what I ask in the name of our friendship! " Then made answer John Alden: " The name of friend- ship is sacred; What you demand in that name, I have not the power to deny you!" 27 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH So the strong will prevailed, subduing and moulding the gentler, Friendship prevailed over love, and Alden w^ent on his errand. Ill THE LOVER'S ERRAND Ill THE LOVER'S ERRAND SO the strong will prevailed, and Alden went on his errand, i Out of the street of the village, and into the paths of the forest. Into the tranquil woods, where bluebirds and robins were building 31 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Towns in the populous trees, with hanging gardens of verdure, Peaceful aerial cities of joy and affection and freedom. All around him was calm, but within him commotion and conflict, Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing. As in a foundering ship, with every roll of the vessel. Washes the bitter sea, the merciless surge of the ocean ! '* Must I relinquish it all,'* he cried with a wild lamen- tation, — " Must I relinquish it all, the joy, the hope, the illusion? Was it for this I have loved, and waited, and wor- shipped in silence? 32 I THE LOVER'S ERRAND Was it for this I have followed the flying feet and the shadow Over the wintry sea, to the desolate shores of New Eng- land? Truly the heart is deceitful, and out of its depths of corruption Rise, like an exhalation, the misty phantoms of pas- sion; Angels of light they seem, but are only delusions of Satan. All is clear to me now; I feel it, I see it distinctly! This is the hand of the Lord ; it is laid upon me in anger. For I have followed too much the heart's desires and devices. Worshipping Astaroth blindly, and impious idols of Baal. This is the cross I must bear; the sin and the swift retri- bution." 33 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH So through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand ; Crossing the brook at the ford, where it brawled over pebble and shallow, Gathering still, as he went, the May-flowers blooming around him. Fragrant, filling the air with a strange and wonderful sweetness. Children lost in the woods, and covered with leaves in their slumber. " Puritan flowers,'' he said, '* and the type of Puritan maidens. Modest and simple and sweet, the very type of Pris- cilla! So I will take them to her; to Priscilla the Mayflower of Plymouth, Modest and simple and sweet, as a parting gift will I take them; 34 I m © by H. M. Co. SO IHKOICM Till: I'LVMOU 1 II WOODS JOHN ALDEN WF.NT ON HIS ERRAND THE LOVER'S ERRAND Breathing their silent farewells, as they fade and wither and perish, Soon to be thrown away as is the heart of the giver." So through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand ; Came to an open space, and saw the disk of the ocean, Sailless, sombre and cold with the comfortless breath of the east-wind ; Saw the new-built house, and people at work in a meadow ; Heard, as he drew near the door, the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem. Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist, Full of the breath of the Lord, consoling and comfort- ing many. 35 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Then, as he opened the door, he beheld the form of the maiden Seated beside her wheel, and the carded wool like a snow-drift Piled at her knee, her white hands feeding the raven- ous spindle. While with her foot on the treadle she guided the wheel in its motion. Open wide on her lap lay the well-worn psalm-book of Ainsworth, Printed in Amsterdam, the words and the music to- gether. Rough-hewn, angular notes, like stones in the wall of a churchyard. Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses. Such was the book from whose pages she sang the old Puritan anthem, 36 THE LOVER'S ERRAND She, the Puritan girl, in the solitude of the forest, Making the humble house and the modest apparel of homespun Beautiful with her beauty, and rich with the wealth of her being! Over him rushed, like a wind that is keen and cold and relentless. Thoughts of what might have been, and the weight and woe of his errand ; All the dreams that had faded, and all the hopes that had vanished, All his life henceforth a dreary and tenantless mansion, Haunted by vain regrets, and pallid, sorrowful faces. Still he said to himself, and almost fiercely he said it, " Let not him that putteth his hand to the plough look backwards; Though the ploughshare cut through the flowers of life to its fountains, 37 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Though it pass o'er the graves of the dead and the hearths of the living, It is the w^ill of the Lord ; and his mercy endureth for- ever! " So he entered the house: and the hum of the wheel and the singing Suddenly ceased; for Priscilla, aroused by his step on the threshold, Rose as he entered, and gave him her hand, in signal of welcome, Saying, *' I knew it was you, when I heard your step in the passage ; For I was thinking of you, as I sat there singing and spinning." Awkward and dumb with delight, that a thought of him had been mingled 38 Jl THE LOVER'S ERRAND Thus in the sacred psalm, that came from the heart of i the maiden, Silent before her he stood, and gave her the flowers for an answer, Finding no words for his thought. He remembered that day in the winter. After the first great snow, when he broke a path from the village. Reeling and plunging along through the drifts that en- cumbered the doorway, Stamping the snow from his feet as he entered the house, and Priscilla Laughed at his snowy locks, and gave him a seat by the fireside. Grateful and pleased to know he had thought of her in the snow-storm. Had he but spoken then! perhaps not in vain had he spoken ; 39 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Now it was all too late ; the golden moment had van- ished ! So he stood there abashed, and gave her the flowers for an answer. Then they sat down and talked of the birds and the beautiful Spring-time, Talked of their friends at home, and the Mayflower that sailed on the morrow. ** I have been thinking all day," said gently the Puritan maiden, ** Dreaming all night, and thinking all day, of the hedge-rows of England, — They are in blossom now, and the country is all like a garden : Thinking of lanes and fields, and the song of the lark and the linnet. Seeing the village street, and familiar faces of neighbors 40 THE LOVER'S ERRAND Going about as of old, and stopping to gossip to- gether, And, at the end of the street, the village church, with the ivy Climbing the old gray tower, and the quiet graves in the churchyard. Kind are the people I live with, and dear to me my reli- gion; Still my heart is so sad, that I wish myself back in Old England. You will say it is wrong, but I cannot help it: I almost Wish myself back in Old England, I feel so lonely and wretched.'* Thereupon answered the youth: ** Indeed I do not condemn you ; Stouter hearts than a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter. 41 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on; So I have come to you now, with an ofifer and proffer of marriage Made by a good man and true. Miles Standish the Cap- tain of Plymouth! '' Thus he delivered his message, the dexterous writer of letters, — Did not embellish the theme, nor array it in beautiful phrases. But came straight to the point, and blurted it out like a school -boy; Even the Captain himself could hardly have said it more bluntly. Mute with amazement and sorrow, Priscilla the Puri- tan maiden Looked into Alden's face, her eyes dilated with wonder, 42 \ THE LOVER'S ERRAND Feeling his words like a blow, that stunned her and rendered her speechless; Till at length she exclaimed, interrupting the ominous silence: " If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning! " Then John Alden began explaining and smoothing the matter. Making it worse as he went, by saying the Captain was busy, — Had no time for such things — such things! the words grating harshly Fell on the ear of Priscilla ; and swift as a flash she made answer ; 43 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH '* Has he no time for such things, as you call it, before he is married, Would he be likely to find it, or make it, after the wed- ding? That is the way with you men; you don't understand us, you cannot. When you have made up your minds, after thinking of this one and that one. Choosing, selecting, rejecting, comparing one with another. Then you make known your desire, with abrupt and sudden avowal. And are offended and hurt, and indignant perhaps, that a woman Does not respond at once to a love that she never sus- pected, Does not attain at a bound the height to which you have been climbing. 44 THE LOVER'S ERRAND This is not right nor just: for surely a woman's affec- tion Is not a thing to be asked for, and had for only the ask- ing. When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. Had he but waited awhile, had he only showed that he loved me, ^ Even this Captain of yours — who knows ? — at last might have won me, Old and rough as he is; but now it never can happen.'* Still John Alden went on, unheeding the words of Priscilla, Urging the suit of his friend, explaining, persuading, expanding ; Spoke of his courage and skill, and of all his battles in Flanders, 45 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH How with the people of God he had chosen to suffer affliction ; How, in return for his zeal, they had made him Captain of Plymouth; He was a gentleman born, could trace his pedigree plainly Back to Hugh Standish of Duxbury Hall, in Lancashire, England, Who was the son of Ralph, and the grandson of Thurs- ton de Standish; Heir unto vast estates, of which he was basely de- frauded. Still bore the family arms, and had for his crest a cock argent. Combed and wattled gules, and all the rest of the blazon. He was a man of honor, of noble and generous na- ture; 46 THE LOVER'S ERRAND Though he was rough, he was kindly; she knew how during the winter He had attended the sick, with a hand as gentle as woman's; Somewhat hasty and hot, he could not deny it, and headstrong. Stern as a soldier might be, but hearty, and placable always. Not to be laughed at and scorned, because he was little of stature; For he was great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, cou- rageous; Any woman in Plymouth, nay, any woman in England, Might be happy and proud to be called the wife of Miles Standish! But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and elo- \ quent language, 47 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of his rival, Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, ** Why don't you speak for yourself, John? '* I (t) l,y If M. C. JT- P,9K"ZIZS SAID IN A IKIMULOUS VOKi;, "WHY DON' I YOU SIMCAK KOK YOIJKSKM', JOHN ? " IV JOHN ALDEN IV JOHN ALDEN INTO the open air John Alden, perplexed and be- wildered, Rushed like a man insane, and wandered alone by the sea-side; Paced up and down the sands, and bared his head to the east-wind, 51 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Cooling his heated brow, and the fire and fever within him. Slowly as out of the heavens, with apocalyptical splen- dors, Sank the City of God, in the vision of John the Apostle, So, with its cloudy walls of chrysolite, jasper, and sap- phire. Sank the broad red sun, and over its turrets uplifted Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who measured the city. " Welcome, O wind of the East! " he exclaimed in his wild exultation, " Welcome, O wind of the East, from the caves of the misty Atlantic! Blowing o'er fields of dulse, and measureless meadows of sea-grass, 52 JOHN ALDEN Blowing o'er rocky wastes, and the grottoes and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold, moist hand on my burning forehead, and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist, to allay the fever within me!'' Like an awakened conscience, the sea was moaning and tossing, Beating remorseful and loud the mutable sands of the sea-shore. Fierce in his soul was the struggle and tumult of pas- sions contending; Love triumphant and crowned, and friendship wounded and bleeding, Passionate cries of desire, and importunate pleadings of duty! 53 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH ** Is it my fault," he said, '* that the maiden has chosen between us? Is it my fault that he failed, — my fault that I am the victor? " Then within him there thundered a voice, like the voice of the Prophet: " It hath displeased the Lord! " — and he thought of David's transgression, Bathsheba's beautiful face, and his friend in the front of the battle! Shame and confusion of guilt, and abasement and self- condemnation. Overwhelmed him at once; and he cried in the deepest contrition : ** It hath displeased the Lord! It is the temptation of Satan!" 54 JOHN ALDEN Then, uplifting his head, he looked at the sea, and beheld there Dimly the shadowy form of the Mayflower riding at anchor, Rocked on the rising tide, and ready to sail on the mor- row; Heard the voices of men through the mist, the rattle of cordage Thrown on the deck, the shouts of the mate, and the sailors' " Ay, ay. Sir! " Clear and distinct, but not loud, in the dripping air of the twilight. Still for a moment he stood, and listened, and stared at the vessel. Then went hurriedly on, as one who, seeing a phan- tom, Stops, then quickens his pace, and follows the beckon- ing shadow. 55 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISII " Yes, it is plain to me now/' he murmured; " the hand of the Lord is Lead in ji me out of the land of darkness, the bondage of error, Throujih the sea, that shall lift the walls of its waters around me, Ilidinji me, cuttinji me off, from the cruel thoughts that piu'sue me. Back will I go o'er the ocean, this dreary land will abandon. Her whom I may not love, and him whom my heart has oiYended. Better (o be in my grave in the green old churchyard in England, Close by my mother's side, and among the dust of my kindred; Better be dead and forgotten, than living in shame and dishonor; 56 I JOHN ALDEN Sacred and safe and unseen, in the dark of the narrow chamber With me my secret shall lie, like a buried jewel that glimmers Bright on the hand that is dust, in the chambers of silence and darkness, — Yes, as the marriage ring of the great espousal here- after! " Thus as he spake, he turned, in the strength of his strong resolution. Leaving behind him the shore, and hurried along in the twilight. Through the congenial gloom of the forest silent and sombre. Till he beheld the lights in the seven houses of Plym- outh, 57 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist of the eve- ning. Soon he entered his door, and found the redoubtable Captain Sitting alone, and absorbed in the martial pages of Ciesar, Fighting some great campaign in Ilainault or Brabant or Flanders. ** Long have you been on your errand," he said with a cheery demeanor, Even as one who is waiting an answer, and fears not the issue. ** Not far off is the house, although the woods are be- tween us; But you have lingered so long, that while you were going and coming I have fought ten battles and sacked and demolished a city. 58 JOHN ALDEN Come, sit down, and in order relate to me all that has happened." Then John Alden spake, and related the wondrous adventure, From beginning to end, minutely, just as it happened; How he had seen Priscilla, and how he had sped in his courtship. Only smoothing a little, and softening down her re- fusal. But when he came at length to the words Priscilla had spoken. Words so tender and cruel: ** Why don't you speak for yourself, John? " Up leaped the Captain of Plymouth, and stamped on the floor, till his armor Clanged on the wall, where it hung, with a sound of sinister omen. 59 THE COURTSHIP OF MH.ES STANDISH All his pent-up wrath burst forth in a sudden explo- sion, E'en as a hand-j^renade, that scatters destruction around it. Wildly he shouted, and loud: ** John Alden! you have betrayed me! Me, Miles Standish, your friend! have supplanted, de- frauded, betrayed nie! One of my ancestors ran his sword throuj^h the heart of Wat Tyler; Who shall prevent me from running my own through the heart of a traitor? Yours is the greater treason, for yours is a treason to friendship! You, who lived under my roof, whom 1 cherished and loved as a brother; You, who have fed at my board, and drunk at my cup, to whose keeping 60 JOHN AI>I>ICN I have intrusted my honor, my thoughts the most sacred and secret, — You too, IJrutus! ah woe (o the name of friendship hereafter! Hrutus was (Juisar's friend, and you were mine, hut henceforward i>et there he nofhinj^ hetween us save war, and impla- cable hatred! " So spake the Captain of Plymouth, and strode about in the chamber, (Jhafinj^ and choking with rage; hke cords were the veins on his temples. But in the midst of his anger a man appeared at the doorway, liringing in uttermost haste a message of urgent im- portance, , 61 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Rumors of danger and war and hostile incursions of Indians! Straightway the Captain paused, and, without further question or parley. Took from the nail on the wall his sword with its scab- bard of iron, Buckled the belt round his waist, and, frowning fiercely, departed. Alden was left alone. He heard the clank of the scab- bard Growing fainter and fainter, and dying away in the dis- tance. Then he arose from his seat, and looked forth into the darkness, Felt the cool air blow on his cheek, that was hot with the insult. Lifted his eyes to the heavens, and, folding his hands as in childhood, 62 JOHN ALDEN Prayed in the silence of night to the Father who seeth in secret. Meanwhile the choleric Captain strode wrathful away to the council, Found it already assembled, impatiently waiting his coming; Men in the middle of life, austere and grave in deport- ment. Only one of them old, the hill that was nearest to heaven. Covered with snow, but erect, the excellent Elder of Plymouth. God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting. Then had sifted the wheat, as the living seed of a na- tion; 63 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH So say the chronicles old, and such is the faith of the people ! Near them was standing an Indian, in attitude stern and defiant, Naked down to the waist, and grim and ferocious in aspect; While on the table before them was lying unopened a Bible, Ponderous, bound in leather, brass-studded, printed in Holland, And beside it outstretched the skin of a rattlesnake glittered. Filled, like a quiver, with arrows; a signal and challenge of warfare. Brought by the Indian, and speaking with arrowy tongues of defiance. This Miles Standish beheld, as he entered, and heard them debating 64 NEAR lUIiM WAS SJ ANUINc; AN INDIAN. IN AniTUDE STERN AND DEilANT JOHN ALDEN What were an answer befitting the hostile message and menace, Talking of this and of that, contriving, suggesting, objecting; One voice only for peace, and that the voice of the Elder, Judging it w^ise and w^ell that some at least were con- verted. Rather than any were slain, for this was but Christian behavior! Then out spake Miles Standish, the stalwart Captain of Plymouth, Muttering deep in his throat, for his voice was husky with anger, " What! do you mean to make war with milk and the water of roses? Is it to shoot red squirrels you have your howitzer planted 65 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH There on the roof of the church, or is it to shoot red devils? Truly the only tongue that is understood by a savage Must be the tongue of fire that speaks from the mouth of the cannon! " Thereupon answered and said the excellent Elder of Plymouth, Somewhat amazed and alarmed at this irreverent lan- guage; ** Not so thought St. Paul, nor yet the other Apostles; Not from the cannon's mouth were the tongues of fire they spake with! " But unheeded fell this mild rebuke on the Captain, Who had advanced to the table, and thus continued discoursing: " Leave this matter to me, for to me by right it per- taineth. War is a terrible trade ; but in the cause that is righteous, 66 n JOHN ALDEN Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I answer the challenge! " Then from the rattlesnake's skin, with a sudden, contemptuous gesture, Jerking the Indian arrows, he filled it with powder and bullets Full to the very jaws, and handed it back to the savage, Saying, in thundering tones: *' Here, take it! this is your answer! " Silently out of the room then glided the glistening savage. Bearing the serpent's skin, and seeming himself like a serpent. Winding his sinuous way in the dark to the depths of the forest. V THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER JUST in the gray of the dawn, as the mists uprose from the meadows, There was a stir and a sound in the slumber- ing village of Plymouth ; Clanging and clicking of arms, and the order impera- tive, " Forward! " 71 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISII Given in tone suppressed, a tramp of feet, and then silence. Fijiiires ten, in the mist, marched slowly out of the villajie. Standisli the stalwart it was, with eij^ht of his valorous army, Led by their Indian ftuide, by Ilobomok, friend of the white men. Northward marchinj^ to quell the sudden revolt of the vsavafte. Giants they seemed in (he mist, or the mij^hty men of Kinji David; (iiants in heart they were, who believed in God and the Bible, — Ay, who believed in the smiting of Midianites and Phil- istines. Over them j^leamed far off the crimson banners of morn- ing; 72 I IIK SAIIJNG OF TUK MAYFLOWER Under them loud on the sands, the serried billows, ad- vancinji, Fired along the line, and in regular order retreated. Many a mile had they marched, when at length the village of IMymouth Woke from its sleep, and arose, intent on its manifold labors. Sweet was the air and soft; and slowly the smoke from the chimneys Rose over roofs of thatch, and pointed steadily east- ward ; Men came forth from the doors, and paused and talked of the weather, Said that the wind had changed, and was blowing fair for the Mayflower; Talked of their (Japtain's departure, and all the dangers that menaced, 7^ THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH He bcinji jionc, the (own, and what vshould be done in his absence. Merrily sanji the birds, and the tender voices of women ('onsecrated witli hynins tlie common cares of tlie lioiisehold. Out of the sea rose the sun, and tlie billows rejoiced at his coming; Beautiful were his feet on the purple tops of the moun- tains; lU'aut if ul on t he vsails of t he Mayflower ridinji at anchor, Mattered and blackened and worn by all the storms of the winter. Loosely ajiainst her masts was hanjiinji and flapping her canvas, Kent by so many j^ales, and patched by the hands of the sailors. Suddenly from her side, as the sun rovse over the ocean. Darted a pulT of smoke, and floated seaward; anon ranft 74 THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER Loud over field and forest the cannon's roar, and the echoes Heard and repeated the sound, the sij^nal-gun of de- parture! Ah? hut with louder echoes reph'cd the hearts of the people! Meekly, in voices suhdued, the chapter was read from the Bible, Meekly the prayer was bej^un, but ended in fervent entreaty! Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pil- grims of Plymouth, Men and women and children, all hurrying down to the sea-shore. Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the May- flower, Homeward bound o'er the sea, and leaving them here in the desert. 75 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Foremost among them was Alden. All night he had lain without slumber, Turning and tossing about in the heat and unrest of his fever. He had beheld Miles Standish, who came back late from the council, Stalking into the room, and heard him mutter and murmur; Sometimes it seemed a prayer, and sometimes it sounded like swearing. Once he had come to the bed, and stood there a moment in silence; Then he had turned away, and said: *' I will not awake him; Let him sleep on, it is best; for what is the use of more ^ talking! " Then he extinguished the light, and threw himself down on his pallet, 76 (© hy H EAGER, WITH TEARFUL EYES. TO SAY FAREWELL TO THE MAYFLOWER. HOMEWARD BOUND O'ER THE SEA, AND LEAVING THEM HERE IN THE DESERT THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER Dressed as he was, and ready to start at the break of the morning, — Covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his cam- paigns in Flanders, — Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac, ready for action. But with the dawn he arose; in the twilight Alden be- held him Put on his corselet of steel, and all the rest of his armor. Buckle about his waist his trusty blade of Damas- cus, Take from the corner his musket, and so stride out of the chamber. Often the heart of the youth had burned and yearned to embrace him, Often his lips had essayed to speak, imploring for par- don; 77^ THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH All the old friendship came back, with its tender and grateful emotions; But his pride overmastered the nobler nature within him, — Pride, and the sense of his wrong, and the burning fire of the insult. So he beheld his friend departing in anger, but spake not, Saw him go forth to danger, perhaps to death, and he spake not! Then he arose from his bed, and heard what the people were saying. Joined in the talk at the door, with Stephen and Rich- ard and Gilbert, Joined in the morning prayer, and in the reading of Scripture, And, with the others, in haste went hurrying down to the sea-shore, 78 THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been to their feet as a doorstep Into a world vmknown, — the comer-stone of a nation! There with his boat was the Master, already a little impatient Lest he should lose the tide, or the wind might shift to the eastward. Square-built, hearty, and strong, with an odor of ocean about him. Speaking with this one and that, and cramming let- ters and parcels Into his pockets capacious, and messages mingled to- gether Into his narrow brain, till at last he was wholly bewil- dered. Nearer the boat stood Alden, with one foot placed on the gunwale, 79 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH One still firm on the rock, and talking at times with the sailors, Seated erect on the thwarts, all ready and eager for starting. lie too was eager to go, and thus put an end to his an- guish. Thinking to fly from despair, that swifter than keel is or canvas, Thinking to drown in the sea the ghost that would rise and pursue him. But as he gazed on the crowd, he beheld the form of Priscilla Standing dejected among them, unconscious of all that was passing. Fixed were her eyes upon his, as if she divined his in- tention. Fixed with a look so sad, so reproachful, imploring, and patient, 80 THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER That with a sudden revulsion his heart recoiled from its purpose, As from the verj^e of a crag, where one step more is destruction. Strange is the heart of man, with its quick, mysterious instincts! Strange is the life of man, and fatal or fated are mo- ments, Whereupon turn, as on hinges, the gates of the wall adamantine! *"* Here I remain! " he exclaimed, as he looked at the heavens above him, Thanking the Lord whose breath had scattered the mist and the madness, Wherein, blind and lost, to death he was staggering headlong. ** Yonder snow-white cloud, that floats in the ether above me, 81 THE COITRTSIIIP OF MILES STANDISH Seems like a hand that is pointinj^ and beckoning over the ocean. There is another hand, that is not so spectral and ghost- like. Holding me, drawing me back, and clasping mine for protection. Float, O hand of cloud, and vanish away in the ether! Roll thyself up like a fist, to threaten and daunt me; 1 heed not Either your warning or menace, or any omen of evil! There is no land so sacred, no air so pure and so whole- some. As is the air she breathes, and the soil that is pressed by her footsteps. Here for her sake will I stay, and like an invisible pres- ence Hover around her forever, protecting, supporting her weakness; 82 TlIK SAIMNC; OF THIC MAYILOWICK Yes! as my foot was (be first that stepped on this rock at the laiuh'ti}!^, So, with the blessing ol (iod, shall it he the last at the leaviiiji! '* Meanwhile the Master alert, but with di^^nilied air and important, Scanninji with watchful eye the tide and the wind and the weather, Walked about on the sands, and the peo|>le crowded around him Saying a few last words, and enforcinji his careful re- membrance. Then, (akinj^ each by the hand, as if he were j^raspinji a tiller. Into the boat he spranj^, and in luiKte shoved oil to his vesvsel , Glad in his heart to j^et rid of all this worry and Hurry, 83 TTTR COURTSHIP OF MllJvS STANDLSII (Jliul to be j^one from a laiul of sand and sickness and sorrow. Short allowance of victual, and plenty of nothing but CjJospel ! Lost in the sound of the oars was the last farewell of the Pilj^rinis. O strong hearts and true? not one went back in the May- iiower! No, not one looked back, who had set his hand to this ploughing! Soon were heard on board the shouts and vsongs of the sailors Heaving the windhhss round, and hoisting the ponder- ous anchor. Then the yards were braced, and all sails set to the west-wind, 84 THE SAIMNC; OF IIIIC MAYFLOWKR Blowing steady and stronji; and the Mayflower sailed from the harbor, Rounded (he point of the (Gurnet, and leavinji far to the southward Ishuid and cape of sand, and the Field of the First En- counter, look the wind on her quarter, and stood for the open Atlantic, Borne on the send of the sea, and the swelling hearts of the Filj^rims. Lonji in silence they watched the recedinj^ sail of the vessel, Much endeared to them all, as somethinj^ livinj^ and human ; Then, as if filled with the spirit, and wrapt in a vision prophetic. Baring his hoary head, the excellent Elder of Plymouth 85 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Said, ** Let vis pray! '' and they prayed, and thanked the Lord and took courage. Mournfully sobbed the waves at the base of the rock, and above them Bowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of death, and their kindred Seemed to awake in their graves, and to join in the prayer that they uttered. Sun-illumined and white, on the eastern verge of the ocean Gleamed the departing sail, like a marble slab in a graveyard ; Buried beneath it lay forever all hope of escap- ing. Lo! as they turned to depart, they saw the form of an Indian, Watching them from the hill; but while they spake with each other, 86 THE SAILING OF THE MAYFLOWER Pointing with outstretched hands, and saying, " Look! " he had vanished. So they returned to their homes; but Alden lingered a little, Musing alone on the shore, and watching the wash of the billows Round the base of the rock, and the sparkle and flash of the sunshine. Like the spirit of God, moving visibly over the waters. VI PRISCILLA VI PRISGILLA HUS for a while he stood, and mused by H the shore of the ocean, B Thinking of many things, and most of all ■^^^ of Priscilla; And as if thought had the power to draw to itself, like the loadstone, 91 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Whatsoever it touches, by subtile laws of its nature, Lo! as he turned to depart, Priscilla was standing beside him. ** Are you so much offended, you will not speak to me? '* said she. *' Am I so much to blame, that yesterday, when you were pleading Warmly the cause of another, my heart, impulsive and wayward. Pleaded your own, and spake out, forgetful perhaps of decorum? Certainly you can forgive me for speaking so frankly, for saying ' What I ought not to have said, yet now I can never unsay it; For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, 92 I PRISCILLA That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret. Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. Yesterday I was shocked, when I heard you speak of Miles Standish, Praising his virtues, transforming his very defects into virtues. Praising his courage and strength, and even his fighting in Flanders, As if by fighting alone you could win the heart of a woman. Quite overlooking yourself and the rest, in exalting your hero. Therefore I spake as I did, by an irresistible impulse. You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friend- ship between us, 93 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH Which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken ! '' Thereupon answered John Alden, the scholar, the friend of Miles Standish : ** I was not angry with you, with myself alone I was angry, Seeing how badly I managed the matter I had in my keeping.'' ** No! " interrupted the maiden, with answer prompt and decisive; *' No; you were angry with me, for speaking so frankly and freely. It was wrong, I acknowledge ; for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless. Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like svibterranean rivers 94 PRISCTLLA Running through caverns of darkness, unheard, un- seen, and unfruitful. Chafing their channels of stone, with endless and profit- less murmurs." Thereupon answered John Alden, the young man, the lover of women : *' Heaven forbid it, Priscilla; and truly they seem to me always More like the beautiful rivers that watered the garden of Eden, More like the river Euphrates, through deserts of Ilavi- lah flowing. Filling the land with delight, and memories sweet of the garden! '* *' Ah, by these words, I can see," again interrupted the maiden, ** How very little you prize me, or care for what I am saying. 95 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH When from the depths of my heart, in pain and with secret misgiving, Frankly I speak to you, asking for sympathy only and kindness, Straightway you take up my words, that are plain and direct and in earnest. Turn them away from their meaning, and answer with flattering phrases. This is not right, is not just, is not true to the best that is in you ; For I know and esteem you, and feel that your nature is noble, Lifting mine up to a higher, a more ethereal level. Therefore I value your friendship, and feel it perhaps the more keenly If you say aught that implies I am only as one among many, 96 PRISCILLA If you make use of those common and complimentary phrases Most men think so fine, in dealing and speaking with women, But which women reject as insipid, if not as insulting." Mute and amazed was Alden ; and listened and looked at Priscilla, Thinking he never had seen her more fair, more divine in her beauty. He who but yesterday pleaded so glibly the cause of another. Stood there embarrassed and silent, and seeking in vain for an answer. So the maiden went on, and little divined or imag- ined What was at work in his heart, that made him so awk- ward and speechless. 97 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH ** Let us, then, be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred profes- sions of friendship. It is no secret I tell you, nor am I ashamed to de- clare it: I have liked to be with you, to see you, to speak with you always. So I was hurt at your words, and a little affronted to hear you Urge me to marry your friend, though he were the Cap- tain Miles Standish. For I must tell you the truth: much more to me is your friendship Than all the love he could give, were he twice the hero you think him." Then she extended her hand, and Aid en, who eagerly grasped it, 98 CO) \