“I hope, Jan,” said Master Swift, “that the gentleman will overlook my want of respect towards himself, in consideration of what it was to me to see your face again.”
“Don’t distress1 me by speaking of it, Mr. Swift,” said the painter, taking his hand, and sitting down beside him in the porch.
As he returned the artist’s friendly grasp, the schoolmaster scanned his face with some of the old sharpness. “Sir,” said he, “I beg you to forgive my freedom. I’m a rough man with a rough tongue, which I could never teach to speak the feelings of my heart; but I humbly2 thank you, sir, for your goodness to this boy.”
“It’s a very selfish kind of goodness at present, Mr. Swift, and I fancy some day the obligation of the acquaintance will be on my side.”
“Jan,” said the schoolmaster, “take Rufus wi’ ye, and run that errand I telled ye. Rufus’ll carry your basket.” When they had gone, he turned earnestly to the painter.
“Sir, I’m speaking to ye out of my ignorance and my anxiety. Ye want the lad to be a painter. Will he be a great painter? I’m reminding you of what ye’ll know better than me (though not by yourself, for Jan tells me you’re a grand artist), that a man may have the ambition and the love, and some talent for an art, and yet be just without that divine spark which the gods withhold3. Sir, God forbid that I should undervalue the pure pleasure of even that little gift; but it’s ill for a lad when he has just that much of an art to keep him from a thrifty4 trade—and no more.”
The painter replied as earnestly as Master Swift had spoken,—
“Jan’s estimate of me is weaker than his judgment6 in art is wont7 to be. I speak to understanding ears, and you will know that I have some true feeling for my art, when I tell you that I know enough to know that I shall never be a great painter; and it will help you to put confidence in my assurance that, if he lives, Jan will.”
Deep emotion kept the old man silent. It was a mixed feeling,—first, intense pride and pleasure, and then a pang8 of disappointment. Had he not been the first to see genius in the child? Had he not built upon him one more ambition for himself,—the ambition of training the future great man? And now another had taken his office.
“You look disappointed,” said the artist.
“It is the vile9 selfishness in me, sir. I had hoped the boy’s gifts would have been what I could have trained at my own hearth10. It is only one more wilful11 fancy, once more thwarted12.”
“Selfish I am sure it is not!” said the painter, hotly; “and as to such benevolence13 being thwarted as a sort of punishment for I don’t know what, I believe nothing of the kind.”
“You don’t know, sir,” said the old man, firmly. “Not that I’m speaking of the Lord’s general dealings. There are tender, gentle souls, I know well, who seem only to grow the purer and better for having the desire of their eyes granted to them; but there are others whom, for their own good, the Father of all sees needful to chasten to the end.”
“My experience lies in another direction,” said the painter, impetuously. “With what awe14 do you suppose indolent men, whose easy years of self-indulgent life have been broken by no real calamity15, look upon others on whose heads blow falls after blow, though their existence is an hourly struggle towards perfection? There are some stagnant16 pools whose peace the Angel never disturbs. Does God, who takes pleasure in perfecting the saint and pardoning the sinner, forget some of us because we are not worth remembering?”
“He forgets none of us, my dear sir,” said the schoolmaster, “and He draws us to Himself at different times, and by different roads. I wanted to be the child’s teacher, but He has chosen you, and will bless ye in the work.”
“I his teacher, and not you? My good friend, I at least am the better judge of what makes a painter’s education. Is the man who shows a Giotto how to use this brush, or mix that paint, to be called his teacher? No, not for teaching him, forsooth, what he would have learned of anybody, everybody, nobody, somehow, anyhow, or done just as well without. But the man who taught him to work as a matter of principle, and apart from inclination18 (a lesson which not all geniuses learn); the man who fostered the love of Nature in him, and the spirit of poetry,—qualities without which draughtsmanship and painting had better not be; the man who by example and precept19 led him to find satisfaction in duty done, and happiness in simple pleasures and domestic affections; the man who so fixed20 these high and pure lessons in his mind, at its most susceptible21 age, that the foulest22 dens23 of London could not corrupt24 him; the man whose beloved and reverenced25 face would rise up in judgment against him if he could ever hereafter degrade his art to be a pander26 of vice27, or a mere28 trick of the workshop;—this man, Master Swift, has been the painter’s schoolmaster!”
Master Swift was not accustomed to betray emotion, but his nerves were less strong than they had been, and self-control was more difficult; and with his horny hands he hid the cheeks down which tears of gratified pride would force their way.
He had not found voice to speak, when Rufus appeared at the gate with one basket, followed by Jan and the little innkeeper with another. Why Master Chuter had come, and why Jan was looking so particularly well satisfied, must be explained.
Whilst the painter was still gazing across the water-meadows, Master Swift, who was the soul of hospitality, had told Jan where to find a few shillings in a certain drawer, and had commissioned him to lay these out in the wherewithal for an evening meal. Jan had had some anxiety in connection with the duty intrusted to him. Firstly, he well knew that the few shillings were what the schoolmaster must depend on for that week’s living. Secondly, though it was his old friend’s all, it was a sum very inadequate29 to provide such a meal as Jan would have liked to set before the painter. At his age, children are very sensitive on behalf of their grown-up friends, and like to maintain the credit of home. The provoking point was that Jan had plenty of pocket-money, with which he could have supplied deficiencies, had he dared; for the painter, besides buying him an outfit30 for the journey, had liberally rewarded him for his work at the pot boiler31. But Jan knew the pride of Master Swift’s heart too well to venture to add a half penny to his money, or to spend a half penny less than all.
It was whilst he was going with an anxious countenance32 towards the village shop that Master Chuter met him with open arms. The little innkeeper was genuinely delighted to see him; and the news of his arrival having spread, several old friends (including “Willum” Smith) were waiting for him, about the yardway of the Heart of Oak. When the innkeeper discovered Jan’s errand, he insisted on packing up a prime cut of bacon, some new-laid eggs, and a bottle of “crusty” old port, such as the squires33 drank at election dinners, to take to the schoolmaster. Jan was far too glad of this seasonable addition to the feast to suggest doubts of its acceptance; indeed, he ventured on a hint about a possible lack of wine-glasses, which Master Chuter quickly took, and soon filled up his basket with ancient glasses on bloated legs, a clean table-cloth, and so forth34.
“We needn’t say any thing about the glasses,” suggested Jan, as they drew near the cottage.
“I knows the schoolmaster, Jan. He be mortal proud; and I wouldn’t offend he, sartinly not, Jan. But Master Swift and me have seen a deal of each other since you left, and he’ve tasted this port before, when he were so bad, and he’ll not take it amiss from an old friend.”
Master Chuter was right. The schoolmaster only thanked him heartily36, and pressed him to remain. But the little innkeeper, bustling37 round the table with professional solicitude38, declined the invitation.
“I be obliged to ’ee all the same, Master Swift. But I hope I knows better manners than to intrude39 on you and Jan just now, let alone a gentleman on whom I shall have pleasure in waiting at the Heart of Oak. There be beds, sir, at your service and Jan’s, and well aired they be. And I’ll be proud to show you the sign, sir, painted by that boy when he were an infant, as I may say. But I knowed what was in un. Master Swift can bear me witness. ‘Mark my words,’ says I, ‘the boy Jan be ’most as good as a sign-painter yet.’ And I do think a will. But you knows best, sir.”
“I feel quite convinced that he will,” said the painter, gravely.
Whilst Master Chuter and the artist thus settled Jan’s career, he cooked the eggs and bacon; and when Master Swift had propelled himself to the table, and the others (including Rufus) had taken their seats, the innkeeper drew cork40, dusted the bottle-mouth, and filled the fat-legged wine-glasses; then, throwing a parting glance over the arrangements of the table, he withdrew.
Jan’s fears for the credit of his home, his anxieties as to the effect of the frugal41 living of his old friends upon the more luxurious42 taste of his new patron, were very needless. The artist was delighted with every thing, and when he said that he had never tasted food so good as the eggs and bacon, or relished43 any wine like that from the cellar of the Heart of Oak, he quite believed what he said. In truth, none should be so easily pleased as the artistic44, when they wish to be so, since if “we receive but what we give,” and our happiness in any thing is according to the mind we bring to it, imaginative people must have an advantage in being able to put so much rose color into their spectacles.
Warmed by the good cheer, Master Swift discoursed45 as vigorously as of old. With a graphic46 power of narration47, commoner in his class than in a higher one, he entertained the artist with stories of Jan’s childhood, and gave a vivid picture of his own first sight of him in the wood. He did not fail to describe the long blue coat, the pig-switch, and the slate48, nor did he omit to quote the lines which so well described the scene which the child-genius was painting in leaves.
“Well have I named him Giotto!” said the artist; “the shepherd boy drawing on the sand.”
“If ye’d seen the swineherd painting with nature’s own tints,” said Master Swift, with a pertinacious49 adherence50 to his own view of things, which had always been characteristic of him, “I reckon you’d have thought he beat the shepherd boy. Not that I could pretend to be a judge of the painting myself, sir; what took my mind was the inventive energy of the child. For maybe fifty men in a hundred do a thing, if you find them the tools, and show them the way, but not five can make their own materials and find a way for themselves.”
“Necessity’s the mother of invention,” said the painter, smiling.
“So they say, sir,” said the schoolmaster, smartly; “though, from my own experience of the shiftlessness of necessitous folk, I’ve been tempted51 to doubt the truth of the proverb.”
The painter laughed, and thought of the widow, as Master Swift added, “Necessity may be the mother of invention, sir, but the father must have had a good head on his shoulders.”
The sun had set, the moon had risen, and the dew mixed with kindred rain-drops on the schoolmaster’s flowers, when Jan and the painter bade him good-by. For half an hour past it had seemed to the painter that he was exhausted52, and spoke languidly.
“Don’t get up till I come in the morning, Master Swift,” said Jan; “I’ll come early and dress you.”
Rufus walked with them to the gate, and waved his tail as Jan kissed his soft nose and brow, but then he went back to Master Swift and lay down at his feet. The old man had refused to have the door shut, and he propelled his chair to the porch again, and lay looking at the stars. The moon set, and the night grew cold, so that Rufus tucked his nose deeper into his fur, but Master Swift did not close the door.
The sun was shining brightly when Jan came back in the morning. It was very early. The convolvulus bells were open, but Rufus and the schoolmaster still slept. Jan’s footsteps roused Rufus, who stretched himself and yawned, but Master Swift did not move, nor answer to Jan’s passionate53 call upon his name. And in the very peace and beauty of his countenance Jan saw that he was dead.
But at what hour the silent messenger had come—whether at midnight, or at cock-crow, or in the morning—there was none to tell.
But at what hour . . .
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