823 B34-t 1894 v v> -4 M ^ "XJ, '* r*V Em J$ : r V ^ TO EIGHT THE WKONG VOL. I. NEW NOVELS AT ALL LIBRARIES- BAY RONALD. By May Crommelix, Author of ' Queenie,' ' Orange Lily,' ' Miss Daisy Dimity,' &c. 3 vols. EOBERT CARROLL. By M. E..Le Clerc, Author of ' Mistress Beatrice Cope,' &c. 2 vols. THE IDEAL ARTIST. By F. Bayford Harrison. 3 vols. INNES OF BLAIRAVOJS". By Colin Middleton. 3 vols. KIXGSMEAD. By Henry F. Buller. 3 vols. LONDON: HURST k BLACKETT, LIMITED. TO RIGHT THE WRONG BY EDNA LYALL AUTHOR OF DONOVAN," "WE TWO," "KNIGHT-ERRANT, "IX THE GOLDEN DAYS," ETC. But were it the meanest under-service, if God by His secretary conscience enjoin it, it were sad for me if I should draw back.— Milton. IX THREE VOLUMES VOL. I. LOXDOX : HURST AND BLACKETT, LIMITED, 13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1894. All Eights Reserved. "In one sense indeed, what is gained by any great religious movement? What are all reforms, restorations, victories -of truth, but protests of a minority : efforts clogged and incom- plete, of the good and brave, just enough in their own day to stop instant ruin — the appointed means to save what is to be saved, but in themselves failures ? Good men work and suffer, and bad men enjoy their labours and spoil them ; a step is made in advance — evil rolled back and kept in check for a while, only to return perhaps the stronger. But thus, and thus only, is truth passed on and the world preserved from utter corruption." Dean Cnvncu—Ansclm. S£3 IS^H - jh TO HAMPDEN AND AMY JAMESON. Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea- Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong- Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be." Q PREFACE. The attempt made in these pages to sketch the character of John Hampden has been a task of much difficulty, owing to the scanty memorials of the great patriot which have been left. Nugent' s Life of Hampden, Forster's short biography in his Statesmen of the Commonwealth, and the brief character sketches of Clarendon, Echard, and others leave one hungering for more. Having learned from Dr. Gardiner that the accounts of Hampden's last moments given in almost all histories are now found to be incorrect, as they were based on Clough's untrustworthy pamphlet, I have ignored them, and have ventured to assume that his friend Arthur Goodwin was, as he himself imagined, the last to speak with him. In Webb's Civil War in Herefordshire, the following letter is given from Arthur Goodwin to his daughter Lady "Wharton : "I am now heere at Hampden in doinge the last duty for the deceased owner of it, of whome every honest man hath a share in the losse, and there- fore will likewise in the sorrowe. All his thoughts and endeavours of his life was zealously in for this cause of God's which he continued in all his sickness, even to his death ; for all I can heere the last words he spake was to mee, though he lived six or seven howers after I came away as in a sleepe : truly, Jenny (and I know you may easily be persuaded to it), he was a gallant man, an honest man, an able man, and take all, I know not to any man living second. God in mercy hath rewarded him. . . I have writ to London for a blacke suite, I pray lett mee begg of you a broad black ribbon to hange about my stan- Vlll PREFACE. darde. . . I would we could all lay it to heart, that God takes away the best amongst us." The Earl of Buckinghamshire — who kindly showed me many things connected with his ancestor — still has in his possession a sixteenth-century chalice bearing the inscription, " From this cup John Hampden re- ceived the consecrated wine at the hands of Robert Lenthall, Rector of Great Hampden " ; and as it appears from the church register that Lenthall was not formally inducted till November 30, 1643, but was apparently in charge of the parish in June, it may perhaps be fairly conjectured that the inscrip- tion on the chalice refers to Hampden's last sacrament. Through the kindness of the Bishop of Durham and of Colonel Waller, I have been able to study the Letters, Aphorisms and Sermons of Whichcote, and the Vindication and Divine Meditations of Sir William Waller ; of these memorials I have made free use for the conversations in which the two writers take part. I am also much indebted to Mr. Hyett of Painswick House for his interesting pamphlet, Gloucester and Iter Governor during the Great Givil War, and for the kind loan of Bibliotlieca, Gloucestrensis ; while to Canon Venables I owe much information about Lincoln in olden days. The fresco named " The Ladder of Salvation," or the " Ladder of Life," mentioned in Chapter XIII. , Vol. 3, may now be seen in Chaldon Church, near Caterham, the white- wash having some years ago been removed ; and the pamphlet, quoted in the same chapter, was published anonymously in the time of the Commonwealth. I should like to add that, in common with all students of the seventeenth century, I feel under the deepest obligation to Dr. Gardiner for his History of the Great Givil War, and owe him, indeed, my special thanks for a book which cheered many tedious hours of illness. EDNA LYALL. TO EIGHT THE WRONG. CHAPTER I. Two lads, that thought there was no more behind But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. — Shakspere. The hot rays of a July sun were beating down upon two riders who, with tired and foam-flecked steeds, were making their way along a ridge of country overlooking the fens of Lincolnshire. All about them lay the wide green expanse, gleaming here and there with the watery tracks which divided the few reclaimed fields, for in Lincolnshire, as a wit once remarked, " the very hedges are ditches." Apparently, however, neither the heat nor the monotony of the landscape affected ' VOL. I. B 2 TO RIGHT THE WRONG. the spirits of the travellers, who were talking and laughing merrily enough. They were both young — standing that day, as it were, at the threshold of manhood — for they had just taken their degree at Cambridge, and now "the world lay all before them," and to each the prospect with its unknown chances and opportunities seemed good. Although there w T as no striking likeness between the two, it was easy to tell by their voices and by certain tricks of expression and bearing that they were brothers, and possibly on account of the essential un- likeness of their characters they were also the closest friends. Joscelyn Hey worth, the elder of the tw T o by a year, w^as the more striking and original, he was also on account of his bonhomie and his ready wit the more popular, while a sort of latent strength and unexpected force of character which showed itself now and then beneath his lis;ht-hearted sociabilitv, attracted to him almost invariably those of the highest type. The younger brother, Dick, though TO RIGHT THE WRONG. 3 possessing much of Joscelyn 's charm, was lacking in the strength as well as in the brilliancy so noticeable in the elder brother. He was less to be depended on — drifting sometimes from sheer good-nature into dangers from which the other's less pliable nature ran no risk whatever. On the other hand, in evenness of temper the younger was far superior to the elder, and if Dick needed on occasion to be helped out of some scrape, or prevented by Joscelyn from sowing his wild oats, Joscelyn needed very often indeed to be roused from the fits of deep melancholy to which, in common with most high-spirited people, he was liable. The two were like David and Jonathan, being all the more dependent on each other because circumstances had thrown them together almost constantly ; and on this summer morning there was nothing to warn them of coming changes, nothing to make them realise how important a date this 13th day of July in the year 1642 was to prove for each of them. " Thank heaven ! there is Lincoln Minster 4 TO RIGHT THE WRONG. at last ! " exclaimed Joscelyn, as he perceived far in advance the grand central tower, and the smaller towers of the west front with their lead-covered spires clearly outlined against the sky. " Hurrah for the jolly Spread Eagle and a draught of good ale ! " said Dick, pushing back the hair from his forehead. " This sun is grilling ! We will put up our horses below hill and go up in the cool of the day to pay our respects to your old godfather." " I hate the thought of coming to this place no more," said Joscelyn, looking over the green plain to the towers of the lower city, and to the hill beyond, cross-crowned by its glorious cathedral. " Who knows that we shall come no more?" said Dick, lightly; " Mr. Gains- borough may live to be a hundred years old for aught we know." Joscelyn shook his head. "Now that our Cambridge days are over the visits here will no longer be a saving of money but an expense. We shall be kept down in the south. You will see, we shall TO RIGHT THE WRONG. 5 settle down at Sbortell and turn into Hampshire hogs ! " He stifled a sigh and lausdied. o " A Hampshire hog, a Surrey dog, or a Sussex boor," said Dick, with a grimace. " We are near enough to the boundaries of all three counties to leave us some choice. Do you guess our father's intentions towards us l . Joscelyn shook his head. " Naught has been said ; in my last letter I told him of our wish to travel. Maybe at Lincoln he will send us some reply." " He did not crodae it to Jervis, but he will grudge it to us," said Dick, with an oath. " Would to God you were the first- born instead of Jervis ! I mio-ht then have stood a chance of receiving something better than snubs. 'Tis a wretched lot to be merely second and third fiddle all one's born days." "Nay, you have little cause to grumble," said Joscelyn. " Was it not ever the youngest son who proved successful in all the nursery tales ? But I — the prosaic G TO RIGHT THE WKONG. middle one in a family of five — have nothing before me but mediocrity to the end of the chapter. Jervis must be home again from the grand tour by now. I wonder if he is at Shortell, or if he has already joined my father at York." " At Beverley, you should say. The Court has left York by this. Great heaven ! Just look yonder ! Why the road is black with people ! " The two brothers, who had journeyed that morning from Grantham, were now approaching the Eleanor Cross just outside the city, the first of the long series of monuments marking the restino- places of King Edward's wife, and terminat- ing at the village of Charing, near London. At this point a road from the south-west joined the one they had been travelling on, and it was clear that from this western quarter some great arrival was expected, for on either side the way was lined with people in holiday trim. Joscelyn, who loved excitement and delighted in crowds, urged on his steed till, on reaching the Eleanor Cross, he paused TO RIGHT THE WRONG. 7 to ask an old countryman what was the meaning of the unusual stir. " Marry, God bless your heart, master, his Majesty the King be a-coomin' from Newark," replied the man, lifting a wrinkled and weather-beaten face to his questioner. " Oh, ay, it be true as gospel, and I've left my be-usts (cattle) that I may clap eyes on him." " The King coming here ! " exclaimed Joscelyn ; " I wonder if my father will be in his train ? If so, Dick, good luck for us. We will do what we can to get leave to travel, and who knows but my godfather may put in a word for us ? " " Perchance my father will wish us to join the King's army," said Dick, whose heart stirred strangely within him at the sight of the people's enthusiasm. " After all 'tis somewhat churlish to set off travelling to foreign parts when our swords might be of use in defending both Church and King — in upholding the divine right of " " For God's sake let us have no politics ! " said Joscelyn, with an air of impatience and 8 TO EIGHT THE WRONG. distaste, " As for me," and lie laughed a hearty, boyish laugh, " I hold with Sir Andrew Aguecheek, and had ' as lief be a Brownist as a politician.' What do you say, shall we wait here and see the entry ? " " Better push on," said Dick, " we shall get no stabling for the horses else. The city is certain to be crowded." " True. That's a prudent thought," replied Joscelyn. " AVhat good fortune to come in for such a pageant ! 'Tis a good omen that our manhood opens with such a stroke of luck." With keen interest he watched the busy preparations and the eager people, making laughing comments to his brother as they passed by. Many glances were turned upon him, for, as one old gossip remarked to another, he was indeed " a sight for sair een " as he rode that day into the city of Lincoln. His face was a powerful as well as a handsome one ; there was power in the square jaw and prominent chin, power in TO EIGHT THE WROXG. 9 the low broad forehead, and both intellect and humour in the far-seeing, dark-blue eyes which, with his sunny and laughter- loving nature, had been the bequest of his Irish grandmother. As though to soften the rather stern features, his complexion was unusually fair, while the thick wavy mass of hair reaching to his shoulders was of so golden a colour that one might have dropped guineas among it. He wore the picturesque costume of the time in light- grey cloth, a broad grey felt hat with blue plumes, and high riding-boots. Richard Hey worth was also a handsome fellow, his hair and colouring several shades darker than his brother's, and his honest grey eyes fuil of good-humour. But whereas Joscelyn was broad-shouldered, lean, and sinewy, evidently a born athlete, Dick was small-made, long-necked, and rather inert- looking, so that naturally one would have expected the warlike spirit to animate the elder brother, and the desire to visit the cities of the Continent to have fdled the mind of the younger. While, however, 10 TO RIGHT THE WRONG. Dick at Cambridge had invariably been ready to drink confusion to the Koundheads and to argue with all the heat and ignorance of youth, Joscelyn had always turned a deaf ear to the vexed question of the day. He hated strife and loved merriment — politics bored him, and though the country seemed to stand on the very brink of war, he still held aloof from all consideration or discussion of the problem that was dividing England. He was one of those who cannot see matters of this sort in the abstract, one of those who sleep calmly on till wakened by the actual presence of the problem incarnate — till some individual case of wrong clutches hold of them and shakes them from a pleasant dreamland into the light of truth. Lincoln in those days must have been one of the most striking cities in England, and to Joscelyn Hey worth it was a place full of pleasant associations, for happy as his life had been, and much as he loved the old Hampshire home, yet it was here, at Lincoln, that he had first tasted the TO EIGHT THE WRONG. 11 delights of freedom. At Shortell Manor he was for ever being reminded that lie was merely one of the younger sons, and though the Hey worths were a singularly united family, with a strong feeling for the ties of blood, yet Lady Heyworth ruled somewhat sternly, and Sir Thomas treated all but Jervis and Isabella, the eldest daughter, with a good deal of kindness but with scant consideration. At Lincoln naturally enougli all was different, and it was with a gay heart and friendly eyes that Joscelyn glanced up at tlie great Bargate, the first of the gate-houses protecting the city on the south. With something of the pride of an actual citizen, too, he looked at the beautiful church of St. Botolph, and fording the great Gowt — a watercourse which at that time traversed the High Street — rode past the old Saxon towers of St. Peter-at-Gowts and St. Mary-le- Wigford on the right hand, the more modern churches of St. Mark and St. Benedict on the left, and with no small difficulty forced a passage through the 12 TO EIGHT THE WRONG. great crowd of people on the High Bridge. " Let us see if there is stabling to be had at the Spread Eagle," said Dick. But one of the ostlers promptly assured them that there was no room at all in the inn, many of the gentry having come to the city that day to do honour to his Majesty. Finding the same state of things at the Saracen's Head, the brothers betook themselves to the George Inn, a quaint old timber building with an upper storey overhanging; the narrow Hiorh Street and gaining a fine view of the Stonebow, another of the city gate-houses. By the time they had donned their best suits, and made as good a meal as might be obtained from the excited people of the inn, the crowd without had enormously increased, and though Joscelyn was not without a desire to be down in the thick of it, he yielded to his brother's assurances that they would see all that was to be seen far better from the window of the George. So with the casement flung wide they TO EIGHT THE WftONG. 13 established themselves comfortably on the broad window-seat, and with a dish of strawberries within easy reach idly awaited the event of the day, chatting as comfortably and unconcernedly as though beneath this popular gathering there lurked no grim shadow of coming; strife. " Look ! look ! " cried Dick, " here come whole troops of clergy filing through the Stonebow ! We shall see your godfather among them. How far do thev go to meet his Majesty?" " There walks the Dean," said Joscelyn, " and good Lord ! what hosts of them ! why the place is all a-crawl with parsons. They can push their way no farther, they mean to wait here. And see ! from the other quarter comes our jolly old ' liercle- groome ' that we met at the cross ; he is determined to clap eyes on the King from the best possible point." He turned back to the room for a fresh handful of strawberries, then leant out once more, his eyes full of merriment, for to an acute observer a crowd will generally 14 TO EIGHT THE WRONG. furnish plenty of fun. He was intent on throwing down strawberries to a child just below in its mother's arms, when shouts from the distance warned them that his Majesty was at length coming. The dense throng in the street cheered lustily ; cries of "A Kin of ! a Kinp- ! a King ! " echoed on all sides, and the general enthusiasm touched Joscelyn, it even brought the tears to his eyes. " What a thing it must be to have such love as this thrown at one's feet ! " he thought. " A king must surely be moved by such a sight, must burn to serve his people." And with an eager desire w T hich he had never before felt he longed to see the face of his sovereign, realising through the loving welcome of the crowd something of the strength of the King's position, something too of its dread responsibility. And now indeed the procession was actually in sight, and looking dowm the High Street he could see the frantic waving of hats, the drawn swords of the gentry eaorer to swear their readiness to fight, TO RIGHT THE WEONG. 15 and, surrounded by the guard, his Majesty himself, the one unmoved person in the whole vast assembly. With reverent loyalty fast changing to a sort of dread curiosity, Joscelyn gazed fixedly at the approaching King. Charles, unfortunately, had none of the genial bearing and habit of courting popularity which had stood the Tudors in such good stead, and without which their despotic government would never have been tolerated ; his affections were strictly limited to his domestic circle, and in no sense of the word could he be called the father of his people ; cold, indifferent, re- served, he had nothing to give in return for all the devotion of this multitude. " Vivat Eex ! Vivat Eex ! " shouted the hundreds of clergy ranged on either side of the street : and in the words of a pam- phleteer of the day, an eye-witness of the scene, " His Majesty vouchsafed a princely recognition of this dutiful expression." So narrow was the street, so overhanging the upper storey of the inn, that the two brothers at their window w 7 ere on a level 16 TO EIGHT THE WRONG. with the King and quite near to him. Dick Heyworth stood, sword in hand, huzzaing; with all the strength of his lungs, but Joscelyn seemed like one struck dumb, he forgot himself altogether, and merely stood there in the window watching, as though his very life depended on it, the cold, handsome face and dignified bearing of the King. At that moment a cry was raised which overpowered by its strange contrast the shouts of welcome. To the right of the Stonebow, from the Prison Lane, a man came elbowing his way through the crowd. " Justice ! " he cried, "justice ! " and the word rang out with a passionate pain indescribable. Joscelyn's heart gave a bound, he looked at this daring unit in the throng who had ventured to uplift his voice. For an instant he saw him distinctly, and all his life he could recall the sight. A bloodless face lined with suffering, dark hair closely cropped after the fashion of the extreme section among the Puritans, a nose slit by TO EIGHT THE WRONG. 17 the shears of the executioner, ghastly scars where there should have been ears ; a mere wreck of a man, in fact, a living witness to the barbarous intolerance of the age, for he was clearly no criminal, the face though tinged with fanaticism was nevertheless a good face. It was only for a minute that he was visible, for the people turned upon him in fury, and with oaths and blows he was hustled off the scene. The King;, no more affected by the incident than he would have been by the hum of a wasp or the drone of a bee, turned to Sir John Monson and commanded him to read the speech which had been prepared by his Majesty for the occasion. This ceremony ended, the city delivered its congratulations by the Recorder, Sir Charles Dalison, and the King, returning a gracious extempore answer, passed through the Stonebow and bowed to the Corporation, which awaited him with a full appearance of their trained bands. Meanwhile Joscelyn Hey worth had awaked from his dream ; he had realised that there were grievances which called for redress, VOL. I. C 18 TO EIGHT THE WRONG. and lie had learnt that the King was utterly unmoved by these grievances ; his heart was all in a tumult, he turned hastily to the old landlady who had been looking from one of the other windows at the King's entry. " Who was that Roundhead fellow that cried out for justice ? " he asked. " Doth he belong to these parts ? " " Why, yes, master," said the good dame, wondering at the question. "He be well known in Lincoln. 'Tis John Drake the schoolmaster, he was sent to prison in foreign parts. The Parliament they re- leased him." " Why was he imprisoned ? " asked Joscelyn. " He wrote a book against the Bishoos " O J. ' said the landlady, " and the Star Chamber condemned him for it to the pillory, and that was how he lost his ears and the shape of his nose, to say nothing of his money ; and when he coom back from prison, why he found his wife and children had died, and it's mv belief that half turned his TO RIGHT THE WRONG. 19 brain, for though before he was a peace- able, harmless man, yet now he be always, as you saw him to-day, wild-like and crying for justice." Joscelyn thought of the people who had kicked and hustled him out of sight, and he thought of the King's cold indifference ; had they treated a dog even in such a way surely one might have expected a shade of pity or concern on the face of a good and compassionate man ; and this fanatic, this mutilated schoolmaster, was one of the King's own subjects. " Where doth the fellow live ? " he asked, filled with an unaccountable desire to make up to the poor man for the ill-treatment he had received. " Well, I've heard folks say that he lodges at the Jew's house on Steep Hill," said the landlady. " Not the one opposite the Bull Ring, but what they call the House of Aaron the Jew, well-nigh at the top o' the hill." The conversation was interrupted by an exclamation from Dick. 20 TO RIGHT THE WRONG. " Good luck, Joscelyn ! good luck ! " he cried. " See, here rides my father." Joscelyn returned to the window, and the perplexity died out of his nice as he burst into a hearty laugh. " Why, as I'm a living man ! " he cried, "there's Jervis riding? beside him, wearing. a lovelock a yard long, tied with sky-blue ribbons ! " "The grand tour has changed him might- ily," said Dick. " Was there ever such a dandy ? See how my father defers to him — there's after all little hope for us, I fear." But Joscelyn had ceased to think of the future, he was only intent on catching his fathers eye, and bluff Sir Thomas, presently perceiving him, called out a hearty greeting and bade him hasten below and meet them. Both Joscelyn and Dick hurried down to the door, and Sir Thomas dismounting embraced them, looking; them over from head to foot not without a good deal of fatherly pride. TO RIGHT THE WRONG. 21 " Glad to see you, my sons ! glad to see you ! " he said. " Why, Jervis, it's an age since you set eyes on them." Jervis's greeting was decidedly flavoured with patronage, and Joscelyn was glad to turn again to his father. " You have ridden straight from Newark, sir ? " he asked. " Ay, right away, and we are well-nigh broiled," said the baronet, taking off his beaver and wiping his red face as they mounted the stairs. He was a fine-looking man of about fifty, but appearing older on account of his grey hair and shaggy grey eye-brows. His eyes, rather small and deep-set, were of a clear, light blue, utterly unlike the Irish blue of Joscelyns ; his mouth betrayed an irritable temperament, but in other details he was not unlike his second son ; there was the same rather stern profile, the same tall, broad - shouldered frame, and the same strange attractiveness which made him, with all his faults, a most lovable man. " TTe left Cambridge but yesterday, .sir," 22 TO EIGHT THE WKONG. explained Joscelyn, as they entered the parlour once more, " slept last night at the An^el at Grantham, and rode on here just in time to see the King's entry. We had no notion his Majesty was expected." " It was but a hastily-devised plan," said Sir Thomas, setting down his tankard of ale and calling for a plate of beef. " We have had naught but chopping and changing of late ; first from York to Beverley, where his Majesty hath a fine set of troo]3s ready to fight the Parliamentary villains ; thence to Hull, which is still held by the traitor Hotham ; after that to Newark, and so here. Jervis and I must return with the Court to-morrow to Beverley, but as for you two lads, you had best return to Shortell at once and help to execute the commission of array. On your way down you can stop to consult with your uncle at Bletchingley, and ere lono- I shall be at home to see to matters o myself." " Do you mean, sir, that you intend to raise a troop ? " asked Joscelyn, all his old perplexity returning. TO BIGHT THE WRONG. 23 " Why, of course, lad, of course ; what else would you have me do % Things would be come to a pretty pass indeed if an English gentleman hesitated to put all he had at the disposal of his King. I thank God that He has given me wealth and health and three stalwart sons to join with me against the foe." Jervis, who had taken a place at the table just opposite to Joscelyn, watched him criti- cally during this speech. " Methinks Cambridge is somewhat be- hind the times," he said, with a smile. " Joscelyn has the air of one roused from the land of books to the work-a-day world. In the words of the proverb, ' This cock will not fight,''' Joscelyn flushed angrily and turned to his father. " I have kept aloof from politics, sir," he said ; " and this certain news of war, this active preparation, bursts on me as a surprise. I had always thought some peaceful settlement would be made. For the rest, if war indeed come, I can 24 TO EIGHT THE WRONG. fight for the right as well as any other Englishman." " Bravely spoken ! " said Sir Thomas. " Come, boys, let us have a toast : Con- fusion to the King's enemies ! " "Confusion to the Kind's enemies !" echoed the three sons, but as Joscelyn drank there darted into his mind an uncomfortable question — " And who are his true enemies ? " It was exactly as though a voice spoke the words into his ear, and indeed the question was the last that would have naturally occurred to him. Startled and agitated, he pushed back his chair, and crossing the room gazed out of the window again at the crowded street. The motley gathering, however, had no longer any charms for him ; like one in a dream he watched the people fighting their way through the three arches of the Stonebow, while above them, carved on the old gate- house in strange contrast of repose, he could see the representation of the Virgin Mary trampling underfoot the dragon as she TO EIGHT THE WRONG. 25 received the message of the Archangel Gabriel. His peace-loving nature turned with relief to the calm picture in stone. At least of this he was sure, that in the end evil was to be overpowered by good. What- ever else was uncertain there remained the one great certainty, that peace and goodwill should ultimately reign among men. For Joscelyn had a sort of vigorous faith which had grown with his growth and strengthened with his strength • and the vague discomfort that had now seized upon him came solely from his dread of doing wrong through his political ignorance. An unexpected call had come to him to help his father in executing the commission of array, and but a few minutes before he had become conscious that the question at issue was a painfully complicated one, and that for him at any rate it was now impossible to rush into the King's service without trying to gain a true understanding of the actual quarrel. And yet how was this possible for him ? With the best intentions, how could he now all at once gain the knowledge he so sorely 26 TO RIGHT THE WRONG. needed % In a miserable state of unrest, with a suppressed dread which he failed to understand, he tried desperately to see where his duty lay, and while still making as though he were absorbed in contemplation of the crowd, he was really praying with the passionate fervour of one who sees him- self encompassed by perils. Then he stood still and waited in expectancy, but all that came to him was the trampling of feet and the buzz of tongues from the street below, while from within came the sound of Jervis's voice, singing, not too soberly, a mocking song of the day. " Come, let the state stay And drink away, There is no business above it ; It warms the cold brain, Makes us speak in high strain, He's a fool that does not approve it. The Macedon youth Left behind him this truth, That nothing is done with much thinking ; He drunk and he fought, Till he ha 1 what he sought ; The world was his own by good drinking." The words fell jarringly on his ear. Was this devil's argument to be shouted out so TO RIGHT THE WRONG. 27 clearly, and was no help to come to him in his perplexity 1 All at once he remembered his old godfather. If he could not see a way out of his difficulties there was at any rate something; he ou