Is like her fountain, full of charity,
Embracing all things with a tender love!
Full of goodwill1 and meek2 expectancy3;
Full of true justice and sure verity4,
In heart and voice free, large, even infinite;
Not wedged in strict particularity,
But grasping all in her vast active spright;
Bright lamp of God! that men would joy in thy
pure light.”
—Henry More, 1642.
There was something indescribably desolate6 in the blank silence of the tiled house when Waghorn unlocked the door, and fumbled7 in the dusk for the tinder-box. No human being shared his dreary8 home, no animal kept him company or enlivened his solitary9 hours. It was undoubtedly10 owing to his loneliness that his tendency to gloomy fanaticism11 had, since his father’s death, so greatly increased. The one joy left him appeared to be this morbid13 and exaggerated desire to root out all that he deemed wrong, and to punish all those who withstood his fiery14 zeal15.
Without pausing to eat or drink, he kindled16 his lantern and stole quickly out into the street. Early hours were kept in those days, and all seemed still in the village; stepping cautiously, he soon descried17 in the dust the prints of horse-hoofs, and was eagerly following them up to see whether they turned in at the Vicarage, when Zachary suddenly emerged from the gate.
“Good e’en to you, Waghorn,” said the clerk, in a more friendly tone than he usually employed towards the wood-carver. “Ha’ ye lost summat, that ye go groping like the woman that dropped her tenth bit o’ silver?”
“Ay,” said Waghorn, “that’s just what I have done, but I shall find what I seek yet, never fear.”
Zachary with apparent good nature swept his broad foot energetically to and fro among the dust, effectually wiping out all trace of the hoof-prints.
“Better search by daylight,” he suggested. “And come now to the ‘Bell’ and have a pint18 o’ home brewed19.”
Waghorn deemed it prudent20 to accept the invitation, for he desired to get into Zachary’s confidence, and hoped that some day he might gather from the garrulous21 old man the information he eagerly sought. But on this particular night the clerk was on his guard, and the fanatic12 gained nothing by his plot.
Meanwhile, in the tower room, Dr. Harford, to his great joy, found his son in far better case than he had dared to expect. Hilary’s good nursing and the patient’s healthy life and sound constitution had triumphed over all the other drawbacks, and although some weeks must pass before he really recovered, all danger to his life was practically over.
The Vicar and Hilary listened with intense relief to the doctor’s verdict.
“The question now is, whether we shall try to remove him,” said his father. “It seems unfair to let you any longer run the risk of sheltering a rebel. Yet I scarce know where we could take him; we should never get him to Hereford without his being made prisoner.”
“Sir, don’t think of moving him. ’Tis hard, indeed, if the church tower may not afford him sanctuary,” said the Vicar. “If, indeed, there be any risk in the matter, I gladly take it.”
“And how about his nurse? What hath she to say?” asked the physician, looking into the girl’s beautiful face.
“Sir,” said Hilary, blushing vividly22, “I am his betrothed23 wife, and only this very day we were saying that we wished the Vicar would wed5 us.”
Gabriel took her hand in his, and looked with eager hope at the kindly24 antiquary who had done so much for him.
“In the orchard25 as I lay in even worse plight26, sir, you made no objection to my suit, and if, indeed, you will make us man and wife before I go, I should be for ever your debtor27.”
The Vicar and the physician glanced at each other.
“This comes, sir, an’ I mistake not,” said Dr. Harford, “from your words in the churchyard when Waghorn would have had the cross pulled down. I have heard that those who hearkened to you could never forget your plea for love, which is the bond of peace.”
“In truth, sir,” said the Vicar with a twinkle in his eye, “I trow it comes from the quiet days in this tower of refuge, when my niece had in your absence to nurse the wounded. Very gladly will I wed you, my children, and some fine morning we will steal across to the church before the villagers are astir. In the meanwhile I can read your banns in here each Sunday, with Durdle and Zachary for congregation.”
Then Dr. Harford told of his interview with Cromwell, and of the suggestion for Gabriel’s future.
“An you could spare your niece, sir, it would perchance be no bad plan for our bride and bridegroom to journey to London, for possibly the Governor of Canon Frome may yet give some trouble. Hath anyone heard whether he recovers?”
“Farmer Chadd heard that, though still kept to his bed, he mends apace,” said the Vicar. “Your plan seems an excellent one, sir, and though I shall sorely miss Hilary, it would take a load off my mind to know that she was in safety.”
“Then by the earliest opportunity I will write to my mother at Notting Hill Manor,” said the physician. “I well know that her house will be at your disposal, and that you, sir, would be an honoured guest there.”
The Vicar gave a courteous28 little bow, then turned with a mischievous29 glance to the invalid30.
“Nothing will please me more than to meet Madam Harford, yet don’t make yourself uneasy, Gabriel, I shall not ride with you on the wedding journey, but shall visit you later on, when you are settled down into the prose of everyday life.”
There was a general laugh, and before long, the Vicar suggested that they had better return for the night to the Vicarage, leaving Dr. Harford to talk matters over with his son.
Far into the small hours the two discussed future plans, and it was arranged that the Doctor should not again risk drawing attention to the hiding-place by a visit, unless actually sent for. Early in June, when the arm was likely to be quite sound again, he proposed to ride over at night, bringing Gabriel’s mother with him, that she might be present at the private marriage, and see her son before he left the west. In the meantime he impressed on the wounded man the need of the greatest caution and secrecy31, and then, stifling32 the anxiety he could not but feel, bade him farewell just as dawn was breaking, and saddling his horse, rode quietly back to Hereford before anyone else in Bosbury was stirring.
Waghorn, with a grim smile on his sleeping face, dreamt of the bonfire he would make of the great Prayer-book in the church. The Vicar wandered in a happy valley where wonderful remains33 of pre-historic times delighted his astonished eyes. Hilary had visions of standing34 beside Gabriel in the porch, where in those days weddings were celebrated35, and softly breathing the “I will,” which should make her indeed his wife. And Gabriel, in wakeful happiness, lay watching the light as it stole softly through the narrow window of his hiding-place, musing36 over the words the Vicar had daily used when he visited him:
O Lord, save Thy servant; which putteth his trust in Thee.
Send him help from Thy holy place: and evermore mightily37 defend
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Let the enemy have no advantage of him; nor the wicked approach to
hurt him.
Be unto him, O Lord, a strong tower; from the face of his enemy.
Such a strong tower, such a helper and defender38, must be, in his degree, prove to his promised wife; and he looked the future in the face far more soberly than in the first days of their betrothal39 long ago, but with a calm manliness40 which augured41 well for their new life.
The Vicar’s anxieties, though lessened42 by Dr. Harford’s reassuring43 report as to Gabriel’s health, were by no means over. He went about continually with the uneasy consciousness that Waghorn was not only a dangerous fanatic, but actually a spy, and, as Hilary had discovered in the orchard, a spy who had not scrupled44 to aid such a man as Colonel Norton.
One evening, when as usual he had repaired to the tower at dusk, taking with him the food Gabriel would need during the night, he found himself a prey45 to the most unwonted nervousness. He unlocked the door and summoned Hilary from her day’s watching in the tower room, waiting with restless impatience46 while she bade her lover good-night and crept down the ladder.
But the sight of the girl’s happy face cheered him, and he greeted her with a smile.
“I believe you revel47 in these ghostly crossings of the churchyard,” he said, wrapping her long cloak more closely about her. “I will be with you anon when I have had a word with Gabriel.”
He watched her till she had disappeared in the Vicarage garden, then paid a visit to the invalid, who was far from sharing Hilary’s enjoyment48 of her risky49 journeys to and fro, and always liked to hear that she had gained the Vicarage in safety.
“When I think of all that you are doing for me, and of the danger of discovery, it makes me eager to be gone,” he said, watching his kindly host as he placed within reach all that he could need.
“Nay, I’m in no haste to get rid of you,” said the Vicar, with a smile. “You forget that I shall be left a lonely old bachelor when you and Hilary fare forth50 on your wedding journey.”
“It seems unfair, sir, that I should rob your home of its brightness,” said Gabriel.
“Ay, and not only that, but rouse in me a certain dissatisfaction with my lot,” said the Vicar, his eyes twinkling. “I have serious thoughts of entering upon the holy estate of matrimony myself, an I can prevail on Sir Richard Hopton to accept my proposal for the hand of his daughter.”
“Hilary’s friend, Mistress Frances?” said Gabriel, with keen interest.
“Ay, but say naught51 about it till I learn my fate,” said the Vicar. “The lady, for aught I know, may refuse me as decidedly as Hilary refused Squire52 Geers, of Garnons.”
The recollection of this made them both laugh, and in much better spirits the Vicar quitted the tower, locking the door and putting the key in his pocket as he groped his way across the graveyard53 to the garden gate.
It was now dark, save for the stars which just revealed here and there a white gravestone or the dim outline of bush or tree. Suddenly the Vicar became conscious of the presence of some living creature; though as yet he could see nothing he felt that he was not alone, and, pausing to listen intently, he distinctly heard the sound of breathing.
“Who goes there?” he said, in a hearty54 voice which belied55 his real anxiety.
“’Tis I, sir, Peter Waghorn,” said the fanatic, gloomily.
“What, man! still longing56 to cast down the cross?” said the Vicar. “I had hoped you had come to see that we look on it with no superstition57. But I know well ’tis a hard matter for all of us to see with each other’s eyes. I should make a rare bungle58 did I try my hand at wood-carving59, and you would make nothing at all of the pre-historic tooth which I am carrying from my museum room in the tower to show to Mistress Hilary.”
It was too dark for him to see the expression on Waghorn’s face, and he remained in ignorance of the man’s intentions. Did he suspect that they used the tower to shelter Gabriel? Or did he merely keep a watchful60 eye on the Vicarage? Either surmise61 was disquieting62. Dr. Coke fell back on his usual kindly sympathy, hoping to reach the heart of this strange and complex character.
“Come in and see me some night,” he said, genially63, “for I have some rare old oak which you would be interested in. I’ve a great mind to get you to carve me a corner cupboard for my study, an you think the wood will serve.”
“I will come, sir,” said Waghorn. “But before you order the cupboard belike you had best be sure in your own mind that you’ll be staying on at the Vicarage. Good-night to you, sir.”
With this vague and most discomforting speech the wood-carver quitted the churchyard, while the Vicar made his way home to ponder over the dark saying with growing uneasiness.
On the following Saturday morning he was busy with his sermon when a knock at the door and the furious voice of the parish clerk recalled him from the study of St. Paul’s words about charity to the difficulties of the present.
“Sir!” cried Zachary, crimson64 with anger, his face making the most strange contrast to Waghorn’s grim pallor. “Look what this pestilent fellow hath done now! ’Tis the Prayer-book, sir, from the church—he’s slashed65 and torn it to bits!”
The Vicar looked with indignation at the ruthlessly-torn pages, and hastily rising, paced the room, wrestling with a burning desire to kick the fanatic out of the house. When he had conquered himself, he returned once more to the writing-table.
“By what right do you destroy the parish property?” he said, gravely.
“I am a parishioner, and do intend to see the law of the land obeyed,” replied Waghorn.
“I have yet to learn that the law of the land orders the tearing up of books,” said the Vicar.
“It orders the disuse of the Book of Common Prayer, and that’s the same thing,” retorted Waghorn.
“Not at all,” said the Vicar. “If Parliament ordered you to cease from carving wood, it would not be lawful66 for me to come and burn your tools. Leave us, Zachary; I must discuss this matter alone with Waghorn.”
With keen anxiety he recalled his encounter in the dark with the spy, and wondered how much he really knew.
“I warned you, sir,” said the wood-carver, “that you might not be staying on at the Vicarage.”
“Hath Parliament, then, abolished me, as well as the Prayer-book?” inquired the Vicar, with a humorous gleam in his grey eyes.
“It will turn you out unless you use the Directory as the law orders,” said Waghorn, grimly, handing him a copy of the document. “There be those at Gloucester that will see it is enforced; you must not look again to have a half-hearted officer, like Captain Harford, sent.”
Dr. Coke glanced with a sigh at the mangled67 prayer-book, wondering why it had become hateful to so many men.
“It must be that they identify it with the harsh dealings of Archbishop Laud69 and Bishop68 Wren70, and others who tried to enforce a system rather than to follow Christ,” he thought to himself; and then he carefully read through the Directions which had been issued as to public worship. If he refused to obey he must leave his people as sheep without a shepherd just at a time when their distress71 was greatest, owing to the war and the constant harassing72 of the Canon Frome garrison73. He must also imperil Gabriel’s life by moving him from his present place of refuge.
Dearly as he loved the liturgy74 he could not hesitate as to the right course of action. The thought of having to pray in public without a book was a nightmare to him, but with a moral courage that gave a curious new dignity to his manner and bearing, he said, quietly:
“I shall give my father all the facts of the case, and for the present shall endeavour to follow the directions here given. Chapters shall be read from each Testament75. Prayer, and especially the Lord’s Prayer, shall be used. There shall be thanksgiving and singing of psalms76. The Communion shall be frequently celebrated, and children shall be baptized only in church. Here are all the essentials of Christian78 worship, and though I sorely grieve to lose for a time the book that is far dearer to me than you guess, I see that for the present distress it is the only way.”
“And the surplice—that rag of popery—it must go also,” said Waghorn.
“Oh! Is it a rag of popery?” said the Vicar with a smile. “I had a notion that it was meant to represent the fine linen79 which is the righteousness of the saints. But though to my thinking ’tis a seemly garb80, and I like things done as St. Paul advised, ‘decently and in order,’ yet doubtless I can minister as well in my black doublet and hose.”
“Much better,” said Waghorn, emphatically.
The Vicar sighed.
“Maybe ’tis a more appropriate garb,” he reflected, “for a man that well-nigh flew into a towering passion at sight of a torn Prayer-book.”.
“We will discuss the matter no more,” he said, presently, “but to-morrow in church let us try to meet in all sincerity81 as fellow-worshippers. Now I will show you the piece of oak we spoke82 of, and you shall take the measurements for the corner cupboard.”
There was no sleep that night for Dr. Coke, but, as Durdle often remarked, he was one of those whose looks did not pity them, and no one seeing the ruddy face and the long white hair had a notion what the man was undergoing when he took his place in the reading-desk on Sunday morning.
“Dearly beloved brethren,” he began, “owing to the present troubles in Church and State, it is not to-day in my power to use the Book of Common Prayer. I would remind you, however, that greatly as many of us love our liturgy, and helpful as we find it, God may be worshipped by us all in spirit and in truth, though our prayers be but halting and imperfect. I ask you, therefore, to kneel and to make after me, sentence by sentence, supplication83 to our Heavenly Father.”
The startled people knelt, and very earnestly repeated the brief petitions for a more perfect faith, for a wider hope, for a more self-sacrificing love. They prayed for peace and for the needs of soul and body, and then with a gasp84 of relief the Vicar began the Lord’s Prayer.
The ordeal85 was over, and with a most thankful heart he gave out the Hundredth Psalm77, which was valiantly86 played by flute87 and fiddle88 and heartily89 sung by all the congregation.
After which, with the reading of che lessons, more psalm-singing and a sermon, the service came to an end.
“Well,” remarked Farmer Chadd, “Vicar may not ha’ spoken with the tongue o’ angels as the text said, but he certainly did make folk see what charity means.”
“Ay,” said Farmer Mutlow, “and though I’m with him in preferrin’ the Prayer-book, yet I will say it cheered my heart wonderful to pray for a good apple year, and above all to ask straight out for a blessin’ on the hops90. Parson he knows well enough what plaguey uncertain things they be, and though the liturgy lumps ’em all in with ‘fruits o’ the earth that in due time we may enjoy them,’ yet I always did hold with prayer for each child by name, and if for children why not for crops?”
“Quite right, neighbour, quite right,” said Farmer Chadd. “We’ll ask him to say a word for the hops every Sunday.”
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