CHAPTER IX. Far in the lane a lonely but he found, GAY'S Trivia. A's it was deemed proper by the traveller him self, as well as by Giles Gosling, that Tressilian should avoid being seen in the neighbourhood of Cumnor by those whom accident might make early stirrers, the landlord had given him a route, consisting of various bye-ways and lanes, which he was to follow in succession, and which, all the turns and short-cuts duly observed, was to conduct him to the public road to Marlborough. But, like counsel of every other kind, this species of direction is much more easily given than followed; and what betwixt the intricacy of the way, the darkness of the night, Tressilian's ignorance of the country, and the sad and perplexing thoughts with which he had to contend, his journey proceeded so slowly, that morning found him only in the vale of Whitehorse, memorable for the defeat of the Danes in former days, with his horse deprived of a fore-foot shoe, an accident which threatened to put a stop to his journey, by laming the animal. The residence of a smith was his first object of inquiry, in which he received little satisfaction from the dulness or sullenness of one or two peasants, early bound for their, labour, who gave brief and indifferent answers to his questions on the subject. Anxious at length, that the partner of his journey should suffer as little as possible from the unfortunate accident, Tressilian dismounted, and led his horse in the direction of a little hamlet, where he hoped either to find or hear tidings of such an artificer as he now wanted. Through a deep and muddy lane, he at length waded on to the place, which proved only an assemblage of five or six miserable huts, about the doors of which one or two people, whose appearance seemed as rude as that of their dwellings, were beginning the toils of the day. One cottage, however, seemed of rather superior aspect, and the old dame, who was sweeping her threshhold, appeared something less rude than her neighbours. To her, Tressilian addressed the oft-repeated question, whether there was a smith in this neighbourhood, or any place where he could refresh his horse? The dame looked him in the face with a peculiar expression, as she replied, "Smith! ay, truly, is there a smith-what would'st ha' wi' un, mon?" "To shoe my horse, good dame," answered Tressilian; " you may see that he has thrown a fore-foot shoe." "Master Holiday!" exclaimed the dame, without returning any direct answer "Master Herasmus Holiday, come and speak to mon, and please you." "Favete linguis," answered a voice from within; "I cannot now come forth, Grammer Sludge, being in the very sweetest bit of my morning studies." "Nay, but, good now Master Holiday, come ye out, do ye-Here's a mon would to Wayland Smith, and I care not to show him way to devilhis horse hath cast shoe." "Quid mihi cum caballo," replied the man of learning from within; "I think there is but one wise man in the hundred, and they cannot shoe a horse without him!" And forth came the honest pedagogue, for such his dress bespoke him. A long, lean, shambling stooping figure, was surmounted by a head thatched with lank black hair somewhat inclining to grey. His feature had the cast of habitual authority, which I suppose Dionysius carried with him from the throne to the schoolmaster's pulpit, and bequeathed as a legacy to all of the same profession. A black buckram cassock was gathered at his middle with a belt, at which hung, instead of knife or weapon, a goodly leathern pen-andink-case. His ferula was stuck on the other side, like Harlequin's wooden sword; and he carried in his hand the tattered volume which he had been busily perusing. On seeing a person of Tressilian's appearance, which he was better able to estimate than the country-folks had been, the schoolmaster unbonneted, and accosted him with, " Salve, domine. Intelligisne linguam latinam?" Tressilian mustered his learning to reply," Linguæ latina haud penitus ignarus, venia tua, domine eruditissime, vernaculam libentius loquor." The Latin reply had upon the schoolmaster the effect which the mason's sign is said to produce on the brethren of the trowel. He was at once interested in the learned traveller, listened with gravity to his story of a tired horse and a lost shoe, and then replied with solemnity, “It may appear a simple thing, most worshipful, to reply to you that there dwells, within a brief mile of these tuguria, the best faber ferrarius, the most accomplished blacksmith that ever nailed iron upon horse. Now, were I to say so, I warrant me you would think yourself compos voti, or, as the vulgar have it, a made man.' "I should at least," said Tressilian, "have a direct answer to a plain question, which seems difficult to be obtained in this country." "It is a mere sending of a sinful soul to the evil un," said the old woman, " the sending a living creature to Wayland Smith." · 66 Peace, Gammer Sludge!" said the peda gogue; "pauca verba, Gammer Sludge; look to the furmity, Gammer Sludge; curetur jentaculum, Gammer Sludge, this gentleman is none of thy gossips." Then turning to Tressilian, he resumed his lofty tone, " And so, most worshipful, you would really think yourself felix bis terque, should I point out to you the dwelling of this same smith?" A "Sir," replied Tressilian, "I should in that case have all that I want at present—a horse fit to carry me-out of hearing of your learning," the last words he muttered to himself. "O cæca mens mortalium!" said the learned man; "well was it sung by Junius Juvenalis, numinibus vota exaudita malignis." "Learned Magister," said Tressilian, "your erudition so greatly exceeds my poor intellectual capacity, that you must excuse my seeking elsewhere for information which I can better understand. "There again now," replied the pedagogue, "how fondly you fly from him that would instruct you! Truly says Quinctilian” "I pray, sir, let Quinctilian be for the present, and answer, in a word and in English, if your learning can condescend so far, whether there is any place here where I can have opportunity to refresh my horse, until I can have him shod?" "Thus much courtesy, sir," said the schoolmaster, "I can readily render you, that although there is in this poor Hamlet (nostra paupera regna,) no regular hospitium, as my namesake Erasmus calleth it, yet forasmuch as you are somewhat embued, or at least tinged as it were, with good letters, I will use my interest with the good woman of the house to accommodate you with a platter of furmity-an wholesome food, for which I have found no Latin phrase-your horse shall have a share of the cow-house, with a bottle of sweet hay, in which the good woman Sludge so much abounds, that it may be said of her cow, fænum habet in cornu; and if it please you to bestow on me the pleasure of your company, the banquet shall cost you ne semissem quidem, so much is Gammer Sludge bound to me for the pains I have bestowed on the top and bottom of her hopeful heir Dickie, whom I have painfully made to travel through the accidens." "Now, God yield ye for it, Mr. Herasmus," said the good Gammer, " and grant that little Dickie may be the better for his accident!-and, for the rest, if the gentleman list to stay, breakfast shall be on the board in the wringing of a dish-clout; and for horse-meat and man's meat, I bear no such base mind as to ask a penny." Considering the state of his horse, Tressilian, upon the whole, saw no better course than to accept the invitation thus learnedly made and hospitably confirmed, and take chance that when the good pedagogue had exhausted every species of conversation, he might possibly condescend to tell him where he could find the smith they spoke of. He entered the hut accordingly, and sat down |