For God and Gold

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BY JULIAN CORBETT AUTHOR OF 'THE FALL OF ASGARD London MACMILLAN AND CO AND NEW YORK 1887 All rights reserved Printed by R. & R. Clark, Edinburgh. CALLING ON THIS AILING AGE TO ESCHEW THE SINS AND IMITATE THE VIRTUES OF MR. JASPER FESTING SOMETIME FELLOW OF TRINITY COLLEGE IN CAMBRIDGE, AND LATE AN OFFICER IN HER MAJESTY'S SEA-SERVICE BY THIS SHOWING FORTH OF Certain noteworthy passages from his Life in the said University ancl elsewhere, and especially his connection with the beginning of TOje Puritan Partg Together with a particular relation of his Voyage to JQomire De SDiog Under that renowned Navigator THE LATE SIR FRANCIS DRAKE, KNIGHT WRITTEN BY HIMSELF AND NOW FIRST SET FORTH

Preface

It is not to be denied that the usual practice in ushering into the world a longdiidden manuscript has been to give some account of its existence in its former state, and of the manner in which it came to bght. For sufficient reasons that course will not be foUowed in the present case. Should any one in consequence be brought to doubt the genuineness of these memoirs, it is hoped that it wdl be sufficient to refer him to a curious little work entitled Sir Francis Brake Revived, which contains a very sprightly account of that renowned navigator's so-called Third Voyage to the Indies, being that in which he attempted Nombre de Dios, and which, as the titledeaf recites, is ' faithfully taken out of the report of Master Christopher Ceely, Ellis Hixom, and others who were in the same voyage with him, by Philip Nichols, Preacher; Eeviewed also by Sir Francis Drake himself before his death, and much holpen and enlarged by divers notes with his

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own hand here and there inserted, and set forth by Sir Francis Drake (his nephew), now Uving, 1626.' So closely do the present memoirs foUow that account that it cannot reasonably be doubted that Mr. Festing was one of those ' others ' who had a hand in Preacher Nichols's book, although neither he nor Mr. Waldyve are mentioned as being of the expedition. When we consider the circumstances under which they saded, it is only natural to suppose that they made it a condition of their assistance that their names should be suppressed in the published narrative ; and, in view of this supposition, it is not unworthy to be noted that Nichols makes no mention of a 'captain of the land -soldiers' or a ' merchant ' as sailing with Drake, although it is known that these officials formed part of aU well-ordered expeditions to the Spanish Main.

Of course some small discrepancies will be found between the two accounts, but they are unimportant, and seem rather to confirm the general accuracy of Mr. Festing's memoirs than to cast any suspicion upon them. For instance, Nichols gives the name of the man who 'spoiled aU' in the first attempt on the recuas as Pike, but there can be no doubt that, by an obvious word-play which would commend itself to an Elizabethan punster, the name of the infantry weapon was substituted for that of Culveriu out of tenderness for the old Sergeant's memory. Such instances might be multiplied indefinitely, but

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IX it appears better to suffer tbe curious to note and comment upon them for themselves. Should any such be tempted to pursue tbe subject farther, he wiU find an interesting account of Signor Giampietro Pugliano in a letter of Sir Philip Sidney's, who describes the esquire of the Emperor's stables in much the same terms as those which Sergeant Culverin was in the habit of using. In fact, Mr. Festing's memoirs receive confirmation from contemporary sources too numerous to set out here. He mentions indeed only one event of any historical or biographical importance which has not been found either related or referred to by other trust worthy writers, and tbat is the piratical attack of Drake upon the Antwerp caravel — an exploit about which all parties concerned no doubt took good care to keep their own counsel.

These considerations, it is felt, wiU be enough to carry conviction to what Mr. Festing would have called ' all honest kindly readers.' To the merciful dealing of such his memoirs are now therefore committed without further excuse, defence, or apology. J. C. Thames Ditton, October 1887. FOE GOD AND GOLD

Chapter I

Erasmus, in his Praise of Folly, has uttered a sharp note against those scribbling fops who think to eternise their memory by setting up for authors, and especially those who spoil paper in blotting it with mere trifles and impertinences. Yet have I, that was none before, resolved to turn author, and set down certain passages in my life that I have thought not unworthy to be remembered. Many who share my respect for him who is rightly called the honour of learning of all our time, forgetting therein, as it must be said, all tenderness for me, have marvelled openly that I listen not to his wisdom, but will still be spending paper, time, and candles upon such trifles and impertinences as he condemns. It were better, say they, for a scholar to take in hand some weighty matter of religion, or philosophy, or civil government.

But stay, good friends, till I bid you show me how &■ B FOR GOD AND GOLD CHAP. it were better. Such treatises are ordnance of power; and are we sure that of late years scholars have not been forging too many weapons for dunces to arm themselves withal in these wordy wars that now be ? A harquebuss is a dangerous toy in unskdled hands, and so I know may be a discourse of religion, or philo sophy, or civil government to unlearned controversial ists, of whom, God knows, there is a mighty company in this preseut time. So, I pray you, consider whether Erasmus has not here a little dishonoured his scholarship and sounded his note false. Should he not rather have placed amidst all other folly that he praises these very trifles and impertinences also with which a scholar may seek to comfort his solitude ?

I am the more moved to the part I have chosen because it is not clear that all I have to tell shall be found wholly trifling and impertinent. Indeed I think it may contain something noteworthy, not in respect of myself, or even of that noble gentleman whose story this is as much as mine, but rather in respect of that very mirror and pattern of manhood who was my good friend in those days, though now with God, and whom of all I ever knew or heard of I honour as in courage unsurpassed, in counsel unequalled, and in constancy passing all I ever deserved. So much by way of preface or apology ; aud now, with a good wish on all honest, kindly readers, let me to my tale. As with many others, my life, it may be said, began I FOR GOD AND GOLD 3 with my father's death. Till then I had been kept in so great subjection that, save in my books, I bad hardly lived.

For he was an austere, grave man of the Eeforma tion party, and one whom the fires of Mary's reign had hardened against aU Popery, so that towards the end of his life he became what is now called a Puritan, ay, and that of a strict sort too. Outwardly to his great friends in the county he was stdl good company. For, not to speak more, because of the honour I bear him, he was a worldly man, and not one to use a shoe-horn to drag ill-fitting opinions on to men of quality, nor in any way to seek a martyr's crown. His chiding and severity were kept for me and his servants and tenants, who were all hard-pressed, though, in truth, not beyond what justice would warrant were mercy laid aside. It wTas a bard case for me, because of my mother I had not even a memory. The same hour that I was born she died, leaving my father alone in the world save for me.

It was then that he most changed, they told me, but in no respect showed his grief so much as in misliking me. Yet I think I loved him, for all his chiding and sharpness. Indeed I had so little else to love. At least I know that I was sobbing bitterly when my old nurse came to teU me that his short sickness had come suddenly to an end ; for he had but a little time past been seized with a quartan ague, wdiich carried off so many that same glorious year that our great Queen came to her throne. FOR GOD AND GOLD CHAP. It was a cold, gray afternoon in January. I was sitting, hungry and forgotten, in my favourite nook in the dim old library. It was an ancient, low room, which my father had left standing when he had rebuilt the rest of the place in the new style soon after he had purchased it. It bad been a house of Austin Canons which fell to the lot of some spendthrift courtier in King Henry's time, which gentleman, getting past bis depth in my father's books with over much borrow ing, was at last driven to release the place to him.

So it was that the old monastery became our dwelling, but this, the Canons' refectory, was aU that was left of the former buildings. At one end there was a deep recess, where I could sit and see the dreary darkness settling down on the distant Medway, and the Upchurch Marshes, and the Saltings. It was but a sad prospect at any time in winter, and made me sad, though I would never sit elsewhere with my books. I must have loved it because my father never came to chide me there, and because on tbat cold stone siU I could sit and sob undisturbed over the sorrows of men long dead, as I now sat sobbing over my own, when Cicely came hurriedly to me. ' The Lord has taken him, Master Jasper,' she cried, as well as her sobs would allow. ' The Lord has taken him, before I could call you to see how sweet an endin" be made.

God-a-mercy on him, for he was a just and up right gentleman, and one that daUied not with mercy, and died a good Reformation man. Ay, that he did, and would see never a priest of them aU, with their hocus- I 5 pocus and Jack-in-the-box, and their square caps and their Latins. When the end was coming he cried out, " God-a-mercy on me and all usurers," once or twice he did, for the usurers seemed to trouble him. So I opened the windows, and bade him not trouble himself with the rogues at such a time, but get on sweetly with his dying. That was a comfort to him, I know, for he grew quiet then, ancl passed away with but one more cry for mercy on them. May the rogues be better for a good man's prayers, that he shall pray no more ! For 'tis all passed, 'tis aU passed; and you are Squire of Long dene now, Master Jasper; and maybe your worship would like to see how your father lies.' I dried my tears then, for I had been dreading the summons to see him die, and felt glad that I was spared the sight.

I was able to follow Cicely into the great chamber where he lay, and look bravely for the last time on the wise, hard face. It was when I came out that I felt indeed my life had begun. For there stood old Miles, our steward, who had married my nurse, bowing respectfully. ' A wise man has gone this day, sir,' he said, ' and a godly and a rich. May the Lord in His mercy give your worship strength to bear his loss and walk in his footsteps.' It lifted me up strangely to hear him speak thus ; for I was but fourteen years old, ancl had never been called ' your worship ' before, except sometimes on Saturdays by the Medway fisher lads, who knew I had groats in my wallet then. To hear Miles thus call me CHAP. was a thing I could hardly understand. He who had barely a word for me, except to scold when he caught me bird-nesting in the orchard, or swear after me in breathless chase when I flew my hawk at his pigeons, as happened more than once when Harry came to see me and my father was away.

It is time I should tell of Harry, my friend and rival, my almost brother ; for his life was, and, I thank God for His mercy, stiU is, in spite of aU the wrong I did, so bound up in mine, that I cannot tell my tale without unfolding his. He was the only son of Sir Fulke Waldyve, a gentle man of good estate and ancient family near Eochester, in Kent, and a good neighbour of ours. Ever since my father had come to live at Longdene, Sir Fulke and he had been fast friends. Not that they had much to make them so. For Sir Fulke was an old soldier and courtier of King Henry's day, and had named his only son after him as the pattern of manhood. From the like cause he swore roundly rasping Tudor oaths at all that dis pleased him, ay, and much that he loved too, from mere habit, but above all at Puritans and those who thought Eeformation should go further than his idol King Henry had carried it.

In all ways the knight was a man of the old time, while my father was held one of the new men, whom many thought to be ruining the country. He had been a wool merchant in London, and had made much money at trading and by other ways that merchants use. Even I used to wonder to see them so friendly, and T used to watch them by the hour together through a hole I knew of in the yew hedge, as they sat drinking in our orchard after dinner in the summer-time. Sir Fulke was so round ancl red, with his curly beard and his sunburnt face ancl his merry blue eyes, and my father was so pale and spare and grave. I wondered how men could be so little alike, and wondered how it would have been with me if that rough old knight had been my father instead of the courtly merchant by his side. ' By this light,' I have heard Sir Fulke burst out in the midst of their talk, ' I marvel every day what a God's name makes me love you, Nick.

Your sour face should be as much a rebel iu my heart as your damned French claret is in my stomach. Were it not that you are so good a tippler, I would say that at heart you were no better than a pestilent, pragmatical rogue of a Calvinist.' ' Nay, Fulke,' my father would say quickly in his courtly way, being, as it seemed, in no way offended that the old knight should speak to him so roughly, for they always said my father, like other merchants who have thriven, was slow to take offence with men of ancient lineage and good estate ; ' what matter that our outward seeming is different % That is only because our lots were cast differently. Not wdiat we are, but what we love, is the talk of friends.' ' Ay, by God's power,' Sir Fulke would cry, ' you have hit it now most nicely, Nick. You love a long fleece, and so do I. You love a fair stretch of meadow land, and so do I. You love a well-grown tree, ancl so do I ; ay, and, you rogue, you love a full money-bag, CHAr. and so, by this Ught, do I. Mass, but I run myself out of breath with our likings, ancl sack must run me back again. ' Indeed,' my father would answer, ' were it only our delights that we share, I think it would be bond enough, without a common sorrow to help it.' ' Ay, ay, Nick ; that is it,' the old knight would murmur, sad in a moment, for Harry's mother, too, had died in childbed. 'But speak not of that.

God rest her sweet soul ! What is there divided that she could not bring together V And so they would fall into sdence awhile, tiU Sir Fulke's eye was dry again, and his thoughts had wandered away from the beautiful woman whom, late in life, he had loved and married and lost, to some new plan he had for mending his estate upon which he wanted his friend's counsel. It is little to be wondered at, then, that a great friendship grew up also between Harry and me. We were little more alike, I think, than our fathers. For on Harry descended aU the sunny beauty of bis mother. Indeed, afterwards, when as a page at Court he per sonated the Princess Cleopatra in a masque before the Queen's grace, an old lord who was in presence swore it must be the gentle Lady Waldyve alive again. He was lithe ancl active too, and of quick and nimble wit, and as long as I can remember could always give the fisher lads more than he took, either with fist or ton<me.

But more than all this, it was his gentle, loving spirit that won and kept my love in spite of all our boyish I FOR GOD AND GOLD 9 quarrels, ay, and of a greater thing than that. When I think of his noble nature, which never allowed him to turn a span's breadth from the path of honour, the lofty patience wherewith he bore my shortcomings, the tender sympathy I won from him in all my troubles, I can still kneel down and thank God that gave me such a friend to carry a light before me in the way a gentle man should walk. So what wonder then that I loved him as I loved no one else — save one, of whom I shaU forbear yet to speak, until my tale compels me. Then I must, seeing it was surely God's wiU that tried me so sore. Had Harry been other than he was, at the time at least of which I now speak, I must yet have loved him, for it was my father's wdl that I should. ' Jasper,' he would say to me sometimes when I had been reading at home, ' close your book and ride over to Ashtead to bid young Waldyve go a-hawking with you to-morrow.

You must see more of him. For know, I would have you no merchant, or parson, or plain scholar, but a gentleman. You will have money, and he shall teach you how to spend it like a gentleman. Make him your friend, and be you his, or you shall smart for it.' So away I would go blithely enough; for those days with Harry were the only happy ones I knew, though it must be said they often ended sadly wdth a rebuke and even chastisement from old Miles, till one day my father, seeing him, told him he would not have gainsaid any prank I played in company with Sir Fulke's son. I This I told Harry next day he came, thinking to strangely delight him ; but instead he looked grave, ancl swore one of his father's oaths that he would never fly hawk at Miles's pigeons again. Such was my friend Harry Waldyve when, in the first year of our most glorious Queen's reign, whom God bless with fullest measure, my father died, ancl I began my life.

CHAPTEE II It was not till the morning aster my father's death that Sir Fulke rode over from Ashtead with Harry. The old knight was redder in the face than ever. There were tears in his eyes, too, as he took my hand and sat down by the great hearth in the hall without speaking. As for Harry, he threw his arms about my neck and shyly pressed into my hand his set of gilded hawk bells — the most precious thing he had. I had long envied him the toys, ancl his kindness set my tears flowing fast again. ' Don't grieve, Jasper,' be said. ' You must not grieve. Dad will be your father now. He said he would as we rode along. He told me to tell you he was your guardian now, and we are really brothers at last, Jasper.' I looked at Sir Fulke, but he only nodded his head. His face was very red, and I knew he could not have spoken without sobbing.

So Harry and I talked on in low tones till tbe old knight found his voice. He spoke angrily at last, but I did not mind his chicling, for somehow I knew it was only to hide his grief, lest we boys should see his weakness. ' Yes, I am your guardian, lad,' said he ; ' and since I am, why, in God's name, did you not send for me before, instead of letting your father lie all night like a dog that none cares to bury ? ' ' Please you, sir,' said I, ' Miles rode out an hour after he died, as I thought, to bring the news to you.' ' An hour aster his death ! ' cried Sir Fulke. ' On what devil's errand went he then, for he came not to me till six o'clock this morning?' 'Whither rode Miles last night?' I asked then of Cicely, who was sobbing hard by. ' Know you, and has he come back ? ' ' Nay, I know not, your worships,' she said, ' save that be went to your worship, as he said, and — and ' ' And what, woman ? ' cried Sir Fulke testily. ' On an errand of his dead master's, please your wor ships,' whimpered Cicely ; ' an errand, by your worship's leave, into Chatham.' ' And what, o' God's name,' cried the knight, ' took him there ? ' 'Nay, I know not,' replied Cicely, with a look of that sort of humility, much used by her class, which is very near of kin to defiance. ' Unless it were to take order for his poor worship's funeral with the elect that be there.' ' What say you ? ' roared Sir Fulke, ' you pestilent, canting scrag-end of Eve's flesh !

What, by the fat of the fiend, has your Calvinistic knave of a husband to do with a gentleman's funeral? Knows he not, the do» that it is I who shall order his master's affairs ? Is this all that comes of Festing's boasted discipline ? I told him he was wrong, he was always wrong ; and here's the end of it. The elect, too,— the elect knaves, the elect devds ! Do you think, you canting jade, that because Mary is dead you shall play what pranks you like with a gentleman's body? By this light, you misjudge Henry's and Mistress Anne's daughter if your thick heads think that.' By this time Sir Fulke had railed himself clean out of breath, and as he ceased we could hear the sound of horses' feet in the courtyard. 'Eun, lads,' said Sir Fulke, 'and if that be Miles bring him before me.' To the door we went, and sure enough found Miles had returned, but not alone.

Dismounting from their shabby jades were two men, dressed all in black. One of them I knew by sight, having seen him about Chatham and Rochester. He had a round, red face, with a shrewd, solid look in it, and dancing blue eyes full of merriment, which even now, though I think he tried to look as grave as he could, he was unable to get master of. His companion was a grave, dark-eyed man, of dull complexion, whose look repelled me as much as the other's attracted. ' Peace be on this house,' the two men chimed when they had finished tumbling off their horses, which they did in so clumsy a manner as even then almost made me laugh. 'Peace ; and be its sorrow comforted.' The red-faced man then came forward up the steps, and took my hand so kindly that I felt at once that I had found a new friend.

CHAP. ' Master Festing,' said he, ' I know you, and desire your worship's better acquaintance. Me you know not, though I was your good father's friend. He would not have it so known; but let that pass. Know me for Master Drake, of Chatham, sometime preacher to his Majesty's fleet, and soon to be again, let us hope, now the evil times be overpast and joyful days be come again for all true Reformation men.' His black clothes were very shabby, and of old fashioned cut, and there came with him up the steps and into tbe hall a savoury smell of tar and the sea. ' Yes, my lad,' went on Mr. Drake, for ' your wor ship ' was quite out of tune with his kind, fatherly way, ' this is an hour of sorrow for you, but one of joy for England. A weight is lifted from England's heart, and yours shall rise with hers.

For, saving a decent grief for your father's loss, no true Englishman should weep when his country claps her hands and leaps with gladness.' I did not well understand him then, though I knew he meant to comfort me. For in those days we knew little of what was coming, when such words as Mr. Drake's would be on every one's lips. England was crushed and broken then, shuddering stdl under the curse of Rome and Spain. I was no more a prophet than the rest, and could ill understand why this little red-faced preacher should draw himself up in bis shabby clothes, with glittering eyes, till he almost looked as though he had come out of my Plutarch, best FOR GOD AND GOLD II 15 loved of books. I was glad when he stopped and turned to his friend. ' I had forgot,' said Mr. Drake. ' Be better ac quainted with my right -worshipful and approved good friend, Mr. Death.

One of the faithful flock, Mr. Festing, that through the bloody times, which now be past, has watched and prayed for England beyond the seas, in Frankfort; withstanding steadfastly all back sliders there, ancl helping Mr. Knox to file away the Popish rust that stdl clung to King Edward's service book' He seemed to think that because my father had been a secret but active Puritan, I must be one too, and well versed in aU those unhappy controversies with which the English exiles made their banishment doubly hard, ancl laid the seeds of many troubles that even now grow each day ranker. ' Ay, that I did,' said Mr. Death, unfastening his hard lips, 'and should have prevailed at last against that bad, factious Erastian, Dr. Cox, had he not so traitorously procured us to be driven forth by the Gallios of that city.' ' If any man has dealt traitorously with you, Mr. Death,' said Harry, 'it were well you should come within and speak with my father, who is a Justice, and will see you righted, I doubt not.' 'Ay,' echoed I, 'come within and speak with my guardian, who wiU surely welcome all my father's friends.' Our words had quite another effect to that which we had expected.

For both the preachers stopped short before the door, looking hard at each other. Mr. Death seemed to grow more pale than before, and to be at a loss what to do. But Mr. Drake's face I saw grow to so stern a look of resolution as only iu one other have I seen equalled. ' Come, brother,' said he, ' we have a blow to strike, so let us strike quick and hard,' and with that he strode across the haU to where Sir Fulke was sitting, who sprang up fiercely when he saw the preachers. ' Drake ! ' cried he, ' wdiat in the devd's name make you here?' 'In the devil's name I make nothing, Sir Fulke,' answered Drake unflinchingly ; ' but come to stay you marring, in the devd's name, a dead man's wishes ; and in God's name to charge you to deliver up to me the body of Nicholas Festing for burial.' I verily believe that had it been tbe sour-faced Mr. Death that had given their errand he would there and then have been sent forth with such a dish of blows seasoned with hot railing as would have kept him satisfied for many a day.

But Sir Fulke, like King Henry and our blessed Queen, knew a man when he saw him, and surprised me by his quiet answer. ' You open your mouth wide, Drake,' said he ; 'by what authority do you expect me to fill it ? ' ' Here is one,' answered Drake, ' that you wUl be the last to gainsay, if men know you for what you are,' ancl with that he took from his breast a paper and handed it to Sir Fulke. He carefully examined the FOR GOD AND GOLD II 17 signature and writing, ancl then gave it back to Drake. ' Nicholas Festing wrote that, I doubt not,' said he ; and then, looking Drake hard in the face, went on, ' Read it to me, and read it truly, if you are a man.' Without wincing a jot under Sir Fulke's stare, Mr. Drake took tbe paper ancl read as follows : — ' Know all men whom it may concern, and above all Sir Fulke Waldyve of Ashtead, knight, to whom I have given care of all my earthly affairs, that it is my last will that in aU which concerns the spiritual ancl heavenly part of me no man shaU meddle, save as my approved friend Mr. Drake, preacher, of Chatham, shall direct; ancl him I charge to deliver my soul to God, and my body to earth, after the manner of the reformed Church, ancl free from Popish, idolatrous, and superstitious ceremonies, saving always the laws of this realm.