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CHAPTER XII.

Ah me! the flower and blossom of your house,
The wind hath blown away to other towers.

JOANNA BAILLIE's Family Legend.

THE ancient seat of Lidcote Hall was situated near the village of the same name, and adjoined to the wild and extensive forest of Exmoor, plentifully stocked with game, in which some ancient rights belonging to the Robsart family, entitled Sir Hugh to pursue his favourite amusement of the chase. The old mansion was a low, venerable building, occupying a considerable space of ground, which was surrounded by a deep moat. The approach and drawbridge were defended by an octagonal tower, of ancient brick-work, but so clothed with ivy and other creepers, that it was difficult to discover of what materials it was constructed. The angles of this tower were each decorated with a turret, whimsically various in form and in size, and, therefore, very unlike the monotonous stone pepperboxes, which, in modern Gothic architecture, are employed for the same purpose. One of these turrets was square, and occupied as a clockhouse. But the clock was now standing still; a

circumstance peculiarly striking to Tressilian, because the good old knight, among other harmless peculiarities, had a fidgetty anxiety about the exact measurement of time, very common to those who have a great deal of that commodity to dispose of, and find it lie heavy upon their hands,-just as we see shopkeepers amuse themselves with taking an exact account of their stock at the time there is least demand for it.

The entrance to the court-yard of the old mansion lay through an arch-way, surmounted by the foresaid tower, but the draw-bridge was down, and one leaf of the iron-studded foldingdoors stood carelessly open. Tressilian hastily rode over the draw-bridge, entered the court, and began to call loudly on the domestics by their names. For some time he was only answered by the echoes and the howling of the hounds, whose kennel lay at no great distance from the mansion, and was surrounded by the same moat. At length Will Badger, the old and favourite attendant of the knight, who acted alike as squire of his body, and super-intendant of his sports, made his appearance. The stout, weatherbeaten forester shewed great signs of joy when he recognized Tressilian.

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« Lord love you,» he said, « Master Edmund, be it thou in flesh and fell? Then thou mayst do some good on Sir Hugh, for it passes the wit of man, that is of mine own, and the Curate's, and Master Mumblazen's, to do aught wi' un. »

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Is Sir Hugh then worse since J went away, Will?» demanded Tressilian.

« For worse in body-no-he is much better,» replied the domestic; « but he is clean mazed as it were-eats and drinks as he is wont -but sleeps not, or rather wakes not, for he is ever in a sort of twilight, that is neither sleeping nor waking. Dame Swineford thought it was like the dead palsy. But no, no, dame, said I, it is the heart, it is the heart. »` « Can ye not stir his mind to any pastimes? »

said Tressilian.

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« He is clean and quite off his sports, said Will Badger; «< hath neither touched backgammon or shovel-board- -nor looked on the big book of harrotry wi' Master Mumblazen. I let the clock run down, thinking the missing the bell might somewhat move him, for you know, Master Edmund, he was particular in counting time; but he never said a word on't, so I may e'en set the old chime a towling again. I made bold to tread on Bungay's tail too, and you know what a round rating that would ha' cost me once a-day but he minded his whine no more than a madge howlet whooping down the chimney-so the case is beyond me. »

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Thou shalt tell me the rest within doors, Will. Meanwhile, let this person be ta'en to the buttery, and used with respect - He is a man of art. »

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White art or black art, I would, » said Will

Badger, «< that he had any art which could help

us.

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Here, Tom Butler, look to the man of and see that he steals none of thy spoons,

lad, » he added, in a whisper to the butler, who shewed himself at a low window, « I have known as honest a faced fellow have art enough to do that. »>

He then ushered Tressilian into a low parlour, and went, at his desire, to see in what state his master was, lest the sudden return of his darling pupil, and proposed son-in-law, should affect him too strongly. He returned immediately, and said that Sir Hugh was dozing in his elbow chair, but that Master Mumblazen would acquaint Master Tressilian the instanh he awaked.

« But it is chance if he knows you,» said the huntsman,« for he has forgotten the name of every hound in the pack. I thought about a week since, he had gotten a favourable turn: — « Saddle me old Sorrel, » said he, suddenly, after he had taken his usual night-draught out of the great silver grace-cup, « and take the hounds to Mount Hazelhurst to-morrow. » Glad men were we all, and out we had him in the morning, and he rode to cover as usual, with never a word but that the wind was south, and the scent would lie. But ere we had uncoupled the hounds, he began to stare round him, like a man that wakes suddenly out of a dream — turns bridle and walks back to Hall again, and leaves us to hunt at leisure by ourselves, if we listed. »

<< You tell a heavy tale, Will, » replied Tressilian; but God must help us there is no aid

in man. »

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<< Then you bring us no news of young tress Amy? But what need I ask your brow tells the story. Ever I hoped, that if any man could or would track her, it must be you. All's over and lost now. But if ever I have that Varney within reach of a flight-shot, I will bestow a forked shaft on him; and that I swear by salt and bread. »

As he spoke, the door opened, and Master Mumblazen appeared; a withered, thin, elderly gentleman, with a cheek like a winter apple, and his grey hair partly concealed by a small high hat, shaped like a cone, or rather like such a strawberry-basket as London fruiterers exhibit at their windows. He was too sententious a person to waste words on mere salutation; so, having welcomed Tressilian with a nod and a shake of the hand, he beckoned him to follow to Sir Hugh's great chamber, which the good knight usually inhabited. Will Badger followed, unasked, anxious to see whether his, master would be relieved from his state of apathy by the arrival of Tressilian.

In a long low parlour, amply furnished with implements of the chase, and with sylvan trophies, by a massive stone chimney, over which hung a sword and suit of armour, somewhat obscured by neglect, sat sir Hugh Robsart of Lidcote, a man of large size, which had been

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