Guy Livingstone; or Thorough

Chapter I

Neque imbellem feroces Progenerant aquilæ colunibani. TT is not a pleasant epoch in one's life — the first ■*■ forty-eight hours at a large public school. I have known strong-minded men of mature age confess that they never thought of it without a shiver. I don't count the home-sickness, which perhaps only affects, seriously, the most innocent of debutants, but there are other thousand-and-one little annoyances which make up a great trouble. If there were nothing else, for instance, the unceasing •query, ' What's your name ?' makes you feel, the possession of a cognomen at all, a serious burden and bar to advancement in life. A dull afternoon, towards the end of October ; the sky a neutral tint of ashy grey; a bitter north-east wind tearing down the yellow leaves from the old elms that girdle the school-close of ; a foul clinging paste of mud and trampled grass-blades under foot, that chilled you to the marrow ; a mob of two hundred lower-boys, vicious with cold and the B enforcement of keeping goal through the first foot ball match of the season — in the midst, I, who speak to you, feeling myself in an eminently false position — there's the mise en scene.

My small persecutors had surrounded me, but had hardly time to settle well to their work, when one of the players came by, and stopped for an instant to see what was going on. The match had not yet begun. There was nothing which interested him much apparently, for he was passing on, when my despondent answer to the everlasting question caught his ear. He turned round then — ' Any relation to Hammond of Holt ?' I replied, meekly but rather more cheerfully, that he was my uncle. ' I know him very well/ the new-comer said. ' Don't bully him more than you can help, you fellows; I'll wait for you after calling over, Ham mond. I should like to ask you about the squire.' He had no time to say more, for just then the ball was kicked off, and the battle began. I saw him afterwards often during that afternoon, always in the front of the rush, or the thick of the scrim mage, and I saw, too, more than one player limp out of his path disconsolately, trying vainly to dissemble the pain of a vicious ' hack.' I'll try to sketch Guy Livingstone, as he appeared to me then, at our first meeting.

He was about fifteen, but looked fully a year older, not only from his height, but from a dispro portionate length of limb and development of muscle, which ripened later into the rarest union of activity and strength that I have ever known. His features were very dark and pale, too strongly marked to be called handsome ; about the lips and lower jaw especially there was a set sternness that one seldom sees before the beard is grown. The eyes were very dark grey, nearly black, and so deeply set under the thick eyebrows that they looked smaller than they really were ; and I remember, even at that early age, their expression, when angered, was anything but pleasant to meet. His dress was well adapted for displaying his deep square chest and sinewy arms — a close-fitting jersey, and white trousers girt by a broad black belt ; the cap, orange velvet, fronted with a silver Maltese cross.

The few words he had spoken worked an imme diate change in my favour. I heard one of my tormentors say, not without awe — ' The Count knows his people at home ;' and they not only left me in peace, but, a little later, some of them began to tell me of a recent exploit of Guy's, which had raised him high in their simple hero-worship, and which, I daresay, is still enumerated among the feats of the brave days of old, by the fags over their evening small-beer. To appreciate it, you must understand that the B highest form in the school — the Sixth — were re garded by the fags, and other subordinate classes, with an inexpressible reverence and terror. They were considered as exempt from the common frailties of school-boy nature : no one ventured to fix a limit to their power. Like the Gods of the Lotus-eater, they lay beside their nectar, rarely communing with ordinary mortals except to give an order, or set a punishment.

On the form immediately below them part of their glory was reflected; these were a sort of iifiiOeoi, awaiting their translation into the higher Olympus of perfected omnipotence. In this intermediate state flourished, at the time I speak of, one Joseph Baines, a fat, small-eyed youth, with immense pendant pallid checks, rejoicing in the soubriquet of ' Buttons' — his father being eminent in that line in the Midland Metropolis. The son was Brummagem to the back-bone. He was intensely stupid ; but, having been a fixture at beyond the memory of the oldest inhabitant, he had slowly gravitated on into his present position, on the old Ring principle — ' weight must tell.' I believe he had been bullied continuously for many years, and now, with a dull pertinacious malignity, was biding his time, intending, on his accession to power, to inflict full reprisals on those below him • or, in his own expressive language, ' to take it out of 'em, like smoke.' He was keeping his hand in by the perpetration of small tyrannies on all whom he was not afraid to meddle with; but, hitherto, from a lingering suspicion, perhaps, that it was not quite safe, he had never annoyed Livingstone.

It was ' on a Saturday night, the hebdomadal Saturnalia, when the week's work was over, and no one had anything to do ; the heart of Joseph was jocund with pork-chops and mulled beer, and, his evil genius tempting him, he proposed to three of his intimates ' to go and give the Count a turn.' Nearly every one had a nickname, and this had been given to Guy, partly, I think, from his haughty demeanour, partly from a prevalent idea that this German dignity was dormant somewhere in his famdy. When the quartette entered, Guy knew perfectly what they came for, but he sat quite still and silent, while two of them held him down by the arms in his chair. 'I think you'd look very well with a cross on. Count,' Baines said ; ' so keep steady while we deco rate you.' As he spoke he was mixing up a paste with tallow and candle-snuff, and, when it was ready, came near to daub the cross on Livingstone's forehead.

The two who held him had been quite deceived by his unexpected tranquillity, and had somewhat relaxed their gripe as they leant forward to witness the operation; but the fourth, standing idle, saw all at once the pupils of his eyes contract, aud his lips set so ominously, that the words were in his mouth — ' Hold him fast !' when Guy, exerting the full force of his arms, shook himself clear ; and grasping a brass-candlestick within his reach, struck the executioner straight between the eyes. The effort of freeing himself to some extent broke the force of the blow, or the great Baines dynasty might have ended there and then ; as it was, Buttons fell like a log, and, rolling once over on his face, lay there bleeding and motionless. While the assistants were too much astounded to detain him, Guy walked out without a glance at his prostrate enemy ; and going straight to the head of the house, told him what had happened.

The character of the aggressor was so well known, that, when they found he was not seriously hurt, they let Guy off easy with ' two books of the Iliad to write out in Greek.' Buttons kept the sick-room for ten days, and came out looking more pasty than ever, with his pleasant propensities decidedly checked for the time. In his parish church at Birmingham — two tons of marble weighing him down — the old button-maker sleeps with his father (to pluralize his ancestors would be a grave historical error), and Joseph II. reigns in his stead; exercising, I doubt not, over his factory-people the same ingenuity of torture, which, in old times, nearly drove the fags to rebellion. He is a Demosthenes, they say, at vestries, and a Draco at the Board of Guardians ; but in the centre of his broad face, marring the platitude of its smooth shaven respectability, still burns angrily a dark red scar — Guy's sign-manual — which he will carry to his grave.

The exultation of the lower school over this exploit was boundless. Fifty energetic admirers contended for the honour of writing out the punishment inflicted on the avenger ; and one sentimentalist, just in Herodotus, preserved the fatal candlestick as an inestimable relic, wreathing its stem with laurel and myrtle, in imitation of the honours paid by Athens to the sword that slew the Pisistratid.

Chapter II

My only books Were woman's looks, And folly all they taught me. Count bore his honours very calmly, though -*- every week some fresh feat of boddy strength or daring kept adding to his popularity. It was no slight temptation to his vanity ; for, as some one has said truly, no successful adventurer in after-life ever wins such undivided admiration and hearty par tisans as a school hero. The prestige of the liberator among the Irish peasantry comes nearest to it, I think ; or the feeling of a clan, a hundred years ago, towards their chief. It must be very pleasant to be quoted so incessantly and believed in so im plicitly, and to know that your decisions are so absolutely without appeal. From that first day when he interfered in my favour, Guy never ceased to accord me the ægis of his protection, and it served me well; for, then as now, I was strong neither in body nor nerve.

Yet our tastes, save in one respect, were as dissimdar as can be imagined. The solitary conformity was, that we were both, in a desultory way, fond of reading, and our favourite books were the same. Neither would do more school work than was absolutely necessary, but at light literature of a certain class we read hard. I don't think Guy's was what is usually called a poetical temperament ; for his taste in this line was quite one-sided. He was no admirer of the pic turesque, certainly. I have heard him say that his idea of a country to live in was, where there was no hill steep enough to wind a horse in good condition, and no wood that hounds could not run through in fifteen minutes ; therein following the fancy of that eminent French philosopher, wdio, being invited to climb Ben Lomond to enjoy the most magnificent of views, responded meekly — ' Aimez-vous les beautes de la Nature ?

Pour moi, je les abhorre.' Can you not fancy the strident emphasis on the last syllable, revealing how often the poor materialist had been victimized, before he made a stand at last? All through Livingstone's life the real was to predominate over the ideal ; and so it was at this period of it. He had a great dislike to purely sentimental or descriptive poetry; preferring to all others those battle-ballads, like the Lays of Rome, which stir the blood like a trumpet, or those love-songs which heat it like rough strong wine. He was very fond of Homer, too. He liked the diapason of those sonorous hexameters, that roll on, sinking and swelling with the ebb and flow of a stormy sea. I hear his voice — deep-toned and powerful even at that early age — finishing the story of Poseidon and his beautiful prize — their bridal-bed laid in the hollow of a curling wave — Uop(f)vp€ov 8' cipa KVfxa ireptcTaBri, ovpe'l 'i<rovt Kvprcodev, Kpyy\fev Be Qeov Ovryrr\v re yvva'iKa.

And yet they say that the glorious old Sciote was a mythe, and the Odyssey a magazine worked out by clever contributors. They might as well assert that all his Marshals would have made up one Napoleon. I remember how we used to pass in review the beauties of old time, for whom 'many drew swords and died,' whose charms convulsed kingdoms and ruined cities, who called the stars after their own names. Ah, Gyneth and Ida ! peerless queens of beauty — it was exciting, doubtless, to gaze down from your velveted gallery on the mad tilting below, to see ever and anon through the yellow dust a kind hand some face looking up at you, pale but scarcely re proachful, just before the horse-hoofs trod it down ; ah, fairest Ninons and Dianas ! — prizes that, hke the Whip at Newmarket, were always to be challenged for — you were proud when your reckless lover came to woo, with the blood of last night's favourite not dry on his blade; but what were your fatal honours, compared to those of a reigning toast in the rough ancient days ?

The demigods and heroes that were suitors did not stand upon trifles ; and the contest often ended in the extermination of all the lady's male relatives to the third and fourth generation. People then took it quite as a matter of course — rather a credit to the family than otherwise. Guy and I discussed, often and gravely, the re lative merits of Evadne the violet-haired, Helen, Cleopatra, and a hundred others, just as, on the steps of White's, or in the smoking-room at the ' Rag,' men compare the points of the debutantes of the season. His knowledge of feminine psychology — it must have been theoretical, for he was not seven teen — implied a study and depth of research that was quite surprising ; but I am bound to state that his estimate of the strength of character and principle inherent in the weaker sex, was anything but high; nearly indeed identical with that formed by the learned lady who, to the question, ' Did she think the virtue of any single one of her sisterhood impregnable V replied ' C'est selon.' He often used to astonish my weak mind by his observations on this head.

I did not know till afterwards, that Sir Henry Fadowfield, the Bassompierre of his day, came for the Christmas pheasant-shooting every year into Guy's neighbourhood, and that he had already imbibed lessons of questionable morality, sitting at the gouty feet of that evil Gamaliel. He spoke of and to women of every class readily, whenever he got the chance ; always with perfect aplomb and self-possessioD, and I have heard older men remark since, that in him it did not appear the precocity of ' the rising generation/ but rather the confidence of one who knew his subject weU. Perhaps the fact of his father having died when he was an infant, and his having always been suzerain among his women at home, may have had some thing to do with this. An absurd instance of what I have been saying happened just before Guy left.

By time-honoured custom, four or five of the Sixth were invited every week to dine with the head-master. They were not, strictly speaking, con vivial, those solemn banquets; where the host was condescendingly affable, and his guests cheerful, as it were, under protest,; resembling somewhat the entertainments in the captain's cabin, where the chief is unpopular. Our Archididascalus was a kind-hearted honest man, albeit by virtue of his office, somewhat strict and stern. You could read the Categories in the wrinkles of his colourless face, and contested passages of Thucydides in the crows-feet round his eyes. The everlasting grind at the educational treadmill had worn away all he might once have had of imagination ; he translated with precisely the same intonations the Tusculan Disputations and — "Eowe aviKare pay^av. y t r He had lately taken to himself a wife, his junior by a score of years.

The academic atmosphere had not had time then to freeze her into the dignity befitting her position ; when I met her, ten years later, she was steady and staid enough, poor thing ! to have been the wife of Grotius. Guy sat next to her that evening, and before the first course was over a decided flirtation was esta blished. The pretty hostess, albeit wife of a doctor and daughter of a dean, had evidently a strong coquettish element in her composition, and a very slight spark was sufficient to relight the veteris vestigia flammæ. For some time her husband did not seem to realize the position ; but gradually his sentences grew rare and curt ; he opened his mouth, no longer to let fall the pearls of his wisdom, but to stop it with savoury meat ; finally this last resource failed, and he sat, looking wrathfully but helplessly on the pro ceedings at the other end of the table — a lamentable instance of prostrated ecclesiastical dignity.

His disgust, however, was far exceeded by the horror of one of the party, a meek cadaverous-looking boy, whose parents lived in the town, and who was wont to regard the head-master as the vicegerent of all powers, civil and sacerdotal — I am not sure he did not include military as well. I caught him looking several times at the door and the ceiling with a pale guilty face, as if he expected some immediate visi tation to punish the sacrilege. However, heaven, which did not interrupt the feast of Atreus, or of Tereus (till the dessert), allowed us to finish our dinner in peace. During the interval when we sat alone over his claret, our host revived a little ; but utterly relapsed in the drawing-room, where things went on worse than ever. Guy leant over the fair Penelope (such was her classical and not inappro priate name) while she was singing, and over her sofa afterwards, evidently considering himself her legitimate proprietor for the time, and regarding the husband, as he hovered round them, in the light of an unauthorized intruder.

The latter would have given anything, once or twice, to have inter fered, I am sure ; but, apart from the extreme ridicule of the thing, he was in his own house, and as hospitable as Saladin. It was a great scene, when, at parting, she gave Guy the camellia that she wore at her breast ; the Doctor gasped thrice convulsively and said no word ; but I wonder how she accounted afterwards for the smde and blush which answered some whispered thanks? There are certain limits that even the historian dares not transgress ; a veil falls between the profane and the thalamus of an LL.D. ; but, I rather imagine, she had a hard time of it that night, the poor little woman ! Let us hope, in charity, that she held her own. When the Count was questioned as to the con versation that had passed, he declined to give any particulars, merely remarking, that ' he had to thank Dr. for a very pleasant evening, and he hoped every one had enjoyed themselves very much,' — which was philanthropic, to say the least of it.

I don't know if it was our imagination, but we fancied that when the head-master called up Living stone, in form, after this, he did so with an air of grave defiance, such as a duellist of the Old Regime may have worn, when, doffing his plumed hat, he said to his adversary, ' En garde !' There was little time to make observations, for shortly afterwards Guy went up to Oxford, whither, six months later, I followed him.

Chapter III

Thro' many an hour of summer suns, By many pleasant ways, Like Hezekiah's, backward runs The shadow of my days. TTTHEN I came up, I found Guy quite established ' ' and at home. He was a general favourite with all the men he knew at college, though intimate with but very few. There was but one individual who hated him thoroughly, and I think the feeling was mutual — the senior tutor, a flaccid being, with a hand that felt like a fish two days out of water, a large nose, and a perpetual cold in his head. He consistently and impartially disbelieved every one on their word, requiring material proof of each asser tion; an original mode of acquiring the confidence of his pupils, and precluding anything like an attempt at deception on their part. I remember well a discussion on his merits that took place in the porter's lodge, one night just after twelve.

When several had given their opinions, more or less strongly, some one asked the gate-ward what he thought of the individual in question, to which that eminent functionary thus replied — 'Why, you see Sir, I'm only a servant, and, as such, can't speak freely, but I wish he was dead, I do.' As I have said, Livingstone disliked Selkirk heartily, and did not take the trouble to conceal it. He used to look at him sometimes with a curious expression in his eyes, which made the tutor twirl and writhe uncomfortably in his chair. The latter annoyed him as much as he possibly could, but Guy held on the even tenor of his way ; seldom con travening the statutes, except in hunting three days a week, which he persisted in doing, all lectures and regulations notwithstanding. He rode little under fourteen stone, even then ; but the three horses he kept were well up to his weight, and he stood A 1 in Jem Hill's estimation, as ' the best heavy weight that had come out of Oxford for many a day;' for he not only went straight as a die, but rode to hounds instead of over them.

I suppose this latter practice is inherent in University sportsmen. I know, in my time, the way in which they pressed on hounds, for the first two fields out of cover, or after a check, used to make the grey hairs, which were the brave old huntsman's crown of glory, stand on end with indignation and terror ; so that he prayed devoutly for a big fence which, like the broken bridge at Leipsic, might prove a stopper to the pursuing army. There was the making of a good rider in many of them, too ; they only wanted ballast, for they knew no more of fear than Nelson did, and would grind over the Vale of the Evenlode and the Marsh Gibbon double timber as gady and c undauntedly as over the accommodating Bullingdon hurdles. And what screws they rode ! ancient animals bearing as many scars as a vieux de la vieille, that were considered short of work, if they did not come out five days a fortnight.

This was Guy's favourite pursuit; but he threw off the superfluity of his animal energies in all sorts of athletics : in sparring especially he attained a rare excellence ; so well-known was it indeed, that he passed his first year without striking a blow in anger, through default of an antagonist, except a chance one or two exchanged in the melee which is imperative on the 5th of November. I did not hunt much myself, for my health was far from strong, and, I confess, my University recol lections are not lively. After the first flush of novelty had worn off, they bored one intensely — those large wines and suppers where, night by night, a score of Nephelegeretæ sat shrouded in smoke ; chanting the same equivocal ditties ; drinking the same fiery liquors miscalled the juice of the grape, villanous enough to make the Patriarch that planted the vine stir remorsefully in his grave under Ararat — each man all the while talking ' shop/ a I'outrance.

The skeleton of ennui sat at these dreary feasts; and it was not even crowned with roses. I often used to wonder what the majority of my contemporaries conversed about, when in the bosom of their families, during the ' long.' They couldn't GUV LIVINGSTONE. 19 always have been inflicting Oxford on their miserable relatives : the weakest of human natures would have revolted against such tyranny : and yet the horizon of their ideas seemed as utterly bounded by Bagley and Headington Hill, as if the great Ocean-stream had flowed outside those limits. Some adventurous spirits, it is true, stretched away as far as Wood stock and Abingdon ; but I doubt if they returned much improved by the grand tour. One of their most remarkable characteristics was the invincible terror and repugnance that they appeared to entertain to the society of women of then own class.

When the visitation was inevitable, it is impossible to describe the great horror that fell on these unfortunate boys. The feeling of Zanoni's pupil, as the Watcher on the Threshold came floating and creeping towards him, was nothing to it. For example, at Commemoration — to whichfestival ' lions' from all quarters of the earth resorted in vast droves — when one of this class was hard hit by the charms of some fair stranger, he never thought of expressing his admiration otherwise than by piteous looks, directed at her from an immense distance, out of shot for an opera-glass ; when iu her immediate vicinity his motto was that of the Breton baron — mourir muet. Claret-cup flowed and champagne sparkled, powerless to raise him to the audacity of an avowal. Under the woods of Nuneham, in the gardens of Blenheim, amidst the crowd of the Comc memoration ball, the same deep river of diffidence flowed between him and his happiness.

My own idea is that, after all was over, the silent ones, like Jaques' stricken deer, used to ' go weep/ over chances lost and opportunities neglected. With waitresses at wayside inns, et id genus omne, they were tolerably self-possessed and reliant ; though even there ' a thousand might weU be stopped by three/ and I would have backed an intelligent bar-maid against the field at odds : indeed, I think I have seen a security nearly allied to contempt on the fine features of a certain ' lone star,' as she parried — so easily! — the compliments and repartees of a dozen assailants at once, accounted, in their own quadrangles, Millamours of the darkest dye. Guy accounted for this unfortunate peculiarity by saying that a cigar in the mouth was the normal state of many of these men ; so that, when circum .stances debarred them from the Havannah courage, they lost all presence of mind, and, being unable to retreat under cover of the smoke, lapsed instantly into a sullen despair, suffering themselves to be shot down unresistingly.

Perhaps some future philosopher will favour us with a better solution to this important problem in physics : I know of none. After all, the reading men did best, though we did not think so then, when we saw them creeping jnto morning-chapel jaded and heavy-eyed, after a debauch over Herodotus or the Stagyrite. They had a purpose in view, at all events, and, I believe, were placidly content during the progress of its attain ment — in the Seventh Heaven, when their hopes were crowned by a First, or even a Second. True ; the pace w7as too good for some of the half-bred ones, and such as could not stand the training, who departed, to fade away rapidly in the old house at home, or to pine, slowty but very surely, in remote curacies. Some of these, I fancy, must have sympathized with Madame de Stael's consumptive niece, who answered to the question, ' Why she was weeping all alone?' — ■' Je me regrette.' When, resting in their daily walk, shortened till it became a toil to reach the shady seat under the elms at the garden's end, they watched the stalwart ploughmen and drovers go striding by, without a trouble behind their tanned foreheads, except the thought that wages might fall a shilling a-week — was there no envy, I wonder, as they looked down on the wan hands lying so listless across their knees ?

Would they not have given their First, and their fellowship in embryo to boot, to have had the morning appetite of Tom Chauntrell, the horse-breaker, after twelve pipes over-night with gin-and-water to match, or to have been able, like Joe Springett, the under-keeper, to breast the steepest brae in Cumberland with never a sob or a painful breath? Did they never murmur while thinking how brightly the blade might have flashed, how deftly have been wielded, if the worthless scabbard had only lasted out till, on some grand field-day, the word was given — ' Draw swords ?' Some felt this, doubtless ; but the most part, I imagine, were pos sessed with a comfortable assurance, that their short life had been useful if not ornamental ; and so, to a certain extent, they had their reward. At any rate, their ending was to the full as glorious as that of some other friends of ours, who crawl away from the battle-ground of the Viveurs to die, or to linger on helpless hypochondriacs.

If I have spoken depreciatingly or unfairly of the mass of my college coevals (and it may well be so), I do full justice, in thought at least, to some brilliant exceptions. I founded friendships there which, I trust, will outlive me. I do not forget Warrenne, too good for the men he lived with, a David in our camp of Kedar — always going on straight in the path he thought right, though ever and anon his hot Irish blood would chafe fiercely under the curb self-imposed • and labouring incessantly, with all gentleness, to induce others to follow ; a Launcelot in his devotion to womankind; a Galahad in purity of thought and purpose. I have never known a man of the world so single-hearted, or a saint with so much savoir vivre. I see before me now, Lovell, with his frank look and cheery laugh, the model of a stalwart English squirehood : and Petre, equal to either fortune ; in reverse or success calm and impassible as Athos the mousquetaire ; regarding money simply as a circu lating medium, with the profoundest contempt for its actual value — se ruinant en prince.