CHAPTER VII.

_Containing an Unexpected Visit to London, and Its

Consequences._

THE day after the conversation in the library to which Glastonbury

had been an unwilling listener, he informed his friends that it was

necessary for him to visit the metropolis; and as young Ferdinand had

never yet seen London, he proposed that he should accompany him. Sir

Ratcliffe and Lady Armine cheerfully assented to this proposition; and

as for Ferdinand, it is difficult to describe the delight which the

anticipation of his visit occasioned him. The three days that were

to elapse before his departure did not seem sufficient to ensure

the complete packing of his portmanteau: and his excited manner, the

rapidity of his conversation, and the restlessness of his movements were

very diverting.

‘Mamma! is London twenty times bigger than Nottingham? How big is it,

then? Shall we travel all night? What o’clock is it now? I wonder if

Thursday will ever come? I think I shall go to bed early, to finish the

day sooner. Do you think my cap is good enough to travel in? I shall

buy a hat in London. I shall get up early the very first morning, and

buy a hat. Do you think my uncle is in London? I wish Augustus were not

at Eton, perhaps he would be there. I wonder if Mr. Glastonbury will

take me to see St. Paul’s! I wonder if he will take me to the play. I’d

give anything to go to the play. I should like to go to the play and St.

Paul’s! What fun it will be dining on the road!’

It did indeed seem that Thursday would never come; yet it came at last.

The travellers were obliged to rise before the sun, and drive over to

Nottingham to meet their coach; so they bid their adieus the previous

eve. As for Ferdinand, so fearful was he of losing the coach, that he

scarcely slept, and was never convinced that he was really in time,

until he found himself planted in breathless agitation outside of the

Dart light-post-coach. It was the first time in his life that he

had ever travelled outside of a coach. He felt all the excitement of

expanding experience and advancing manhood. They whirled along: at

the end of every stage Ferdinand followed the example of his

fellow-travellers and dismounted, and then with sparkling eyes hurried

to Glastonbury, who was inside, to inquire how he sped. ‘Capital

travelling, isn’t it, sir? Did the ten miles within the hour. You have

no idea what a fellow our coachman is; and the guard, such a fellow our

guard! Don’t wait here a moment. Can I get anything for you? We dine at

Mill-field. What fun!’

Away whirled the dashing Dart over the rich plains of our merry midland;

a quick and dazzling vision of golden corn-fields and lawny pasture

land; farmhouses embowered in orchards and hamlets shaded by the

straggling members of some vast and ancient forest. Then rose in

the distance the dim blue towers, or the graceful spire, of some old

cathedral, and soon the spreading causeways announced their approach to

some provincial capital. The coachman flanks his leaders, who break into

a gallop; the guard sounds his triumphant bugle; the coach bounds

over the noble bridge that spans a stream covered with craft; public

buildings, guildhalls, and county gaols rise on each side. Rattling

through many an inferior way they at length emerge into the High Street,

the observed of all observers, and mine host of the Red Lion, or the

White Hart, followed by all his waiters, advances from his portal with a

smile to receive the ‘gentlemen passengers.’

‘The coach stops here half an hour, gentlemen: dinner quite ready!’

‘Tis a delightful sound. And what a dinner! What a profusion of

substantial delicacies! What mighty and iris-tinted rounds of beef! What

vast and marble-veined ribs! What gelatinous veal pies! What colossal

hams! Those are evidently prize cheeses! And how invigorating is

the perfume of those various and variegated pickles! Then the bustle

emulating the plenty; the ringing of bells, the clash of thoroughfare,

the summoning of ubiquitous waiters, and the all-pervading feeling

of omnipotence, from the guests, who order what they please, to the

landlord, who can produce and execute everything they can desire. ‘Tis

a wondrous sight. Why should a man go and see the pyramids and cross the

desert, when he has not beheld York Minster or travelled on the Road!

Our little Ferdinand amid all this novelty heartily enjoyed himself,

and did ample justice to mine host’s good cheer. They were soon again

whirling along the road; but at sunset, Ferdinand, at the instance of

Glastonbury, availed himself of his inside place, and, wearied by the

air and the excitement of the day, he soon fell soundly asleep.

Several hours had elapsed, when, awaking from a confused dream in which

Armine and all he had lately seen were blended together, he found his

fellow-travellers slumbering, and the mail dashing along through the

illuminated streets of a great city. The streets were thickly thronged.

Ferdinand stared at the magnificence of the shops blazing with lights,

and the multitude of men and vehicles moving in all directions. The

guard sounded his bugle with treble energy, and the coach suddenly

turned through an arched entrance into the court-yard of an

old-fashioned inn. His fellow-passengers started and rubbed their eyes.

‘So! we have arrived, I suppose,’ grumbled one of these gentlemen,

taking off his night-cap.

‘Yes, gentlemen, I am happy to say our journey is finished,’ said a more

polite voice; ‘and a very pleasant one I have found it. Porter, have the

goodness to call me a coach.’

‘And one for me,’ added the gruff voice.

‘Mr. Glastonbury,’ whispered the awe-struck Ferdinand, ‘is this London?’

‘This is London: but we have yet two or three miles to go before we

reach our quarters. I think we had better alight and look after our

luggage. Gentlemen, good evening!’

Mr. Glastonbury hailed a coach, into which, having safely deposited

their portmanteaus, he and Ferdinand entered; but our young friend was

so entirely overcome by his feelings and the genius of the place, that

he was quite unable to make an observation. Each minute the streets

seemed to grow more spacious and more brilliant, and the multitude

more dense and more excited. Beautiful buildings, too, rose before

him; palaces, and churches, and streets, and squares of imposing

architecture; to his inexperienced eye and unsophisticated spirit their

route appeared a never-ending triumph. To the hackney-coachman, however,

who had no imagination, and who was quite satiated with metropolitan

experience, it only appeared that he had had an exceeding good fare, and

that he was jogging up from Bishopsgate Street to Charing Cross.

When Jarvis, therefore, had safely deposited his charge at Morley’s

Hotel, in Cockspur Street, and extorted from them an extra shilling, in

consideration of their evident rustication, he bent his course towards

the Opera House; for clouds were gathering, and, with the favour of

Providence, there seemed a chance about midnight of picking up some

helpless beau, or desperate cabless dandy, the choicest victim, in a

midnight shower, of these public conveyancers.

The coffee-room at Morley’s was a new scene of amusement to Ferdinand,

and he watched with great diversion the two evening papers portioned

out among twelve eager quidnuncs, and the evident anxiety which they

endured, and the nice diplomacies to which they resorted, to obtain

the envied journals. The entrance of our two travellers so alarmingly

increasing the demand over the supply, at first seemed to attract

considerable and not very friendly notice; but when a malignant half-pay

officer, in order to revenge himself for the restless watchfulness of

his neighbour, a political doctor of divinity, offered the journal,

which he had long finished, to Glastonbury, and it was declined, the

general alarm visibly diminished. Poor Mr. Glastonbury had never looked

into a newspaper in his life, save the County Chronicle, to which he

occasionally contributed a communication, giving an account of the

digging up of some old coins, signed Antiquarius; or of the exhumation

of some fossil remains, to which he more boldly appended his initials.

In spite of the strange clatter in the streets, Ferdinand slept

well, and the next morning, after an early breakfast, himself and his

fellow-traveller set out on their peregrinations. Young and sanguine,

full of health and enjoyment, innocent and happy, it was with difficulty

that Ferdinand could restrain his spirits as he mingled in the bustle

of the streets. It was a bright sunny morning, and although the end of

June, the town was yet quite full.

‘Is this Charing Cross, sir? I wonder if we shall ever be able to get

over. Is this the fullest part of the town, sir? What a fine day, sir!

How lucky we are in the weather! We are lucky in everything! Whose house

is that? Northumberland House! Is it the Duke of Northumberland’s? Does

he live there? How I should like to see it! Is it very fine? Who is

that? What is this? The Admiralty; oh! let me see the Admiralty! The

Horse Guards! Oh! where, where? Let us set our watches by the Horse

Guards. The guard of our coach always sets his watch by the Horse

Guards. Mr. Glastonbury, which is the best clock, the Horse Guards, or

St. Paul’s? Is that the Treasury? Can we go in? That is Downing Street,

is it? I never heard of Downing Street. What do they do in Downing

Street? Is this Charing Cross still, or is it Parliament Street? Where

does Charing Cross end, and where does Parliament Street begin? By Jove,

I see Westminster Abbey!’

After visiting Westminster Abbey and the two Houses of Parliament, Mr.

Glastonbury, looking at his watch, said it was now time to call upon

a friend of his who lived in St. James’s Square. This was the nobleman

with whom early in life Glastonbury had been connected, and with

whom and whose family he had become so great a favourite, that,

notwithstanding his retired life, they had never permitted the connexion

entirely to subside. During the very few visits which he had made to

the metropolis, he always called in St. James’s Square and his reception

always assured him that his remembrance imparted pleasure.

When Glastonbury sent up his name he was instantly admitted, and ushered

up stairs. The room was full, but it consisted only of a family party.

The mother of the Duke, who was an interesting personage, with fine

grey hair, a clear blue eye, and a soft voice, was surrounded by her

great-grandchildren, who were at home for the Midsummer holidays, and

who had gathered together at her rooms this morning to consult upon

amusements. Among them was the heir presumptive of the house, a youth

of the age of Ferdinand, and of a prepossessing appearance. It was

difficult to meet a more amiable and agreeable family, and nothing could

exceed the kindness with which they all welcomed Glastonbury. The Duke

himself soon appeared. ‘My dear, dear Glastonbury,’ he said, ‘I heard

you were here, and I would come. This shall be a holiday for us all.

Why, man, you bury yourself alive!’

‘Mr. Armine,’ said the Duchess, pointing to Ferdinand.

‘Mr. Armine, how do you do? Your grandfather and I were well acquainted.

I am glad to know his grandson. I hope your father, Sir Ratcliffe, and

Lady Armine are well. My dear Glastonbury, I hope you have come to

stay a long time. You must dine with us every day. You know we are very

old-fashioned people; we do not go much into the world; so you will

always find us at home, and we will do what we can to amuse your young

friend. Why, I should think he was about the same age as Digby? Is he at

Eton? His grandfather was. I shall never forget the time he cut off old

Barnard’s pig-tail. He was a wonderful man, poor Sir Ferdinand! he was

indeed.’

While his Grace and Glastonbury maintained their conversation, Ferdinand

conducted himself with so much spirit and propriety towards the rest of

the party, and gave them such a lively and graceful narrative of all his

travels up to town, and the wonders he had already witnessed, that they

were quite delighted with him; and, in short, from this moment, during

his visit to London he was scarcely ever out of their society, and every

day became a greater favourite with them. His letters to his mother, for

he wrote to her almost every day, recounted all their successful efforts

for his amusement, and it seemed that he passed his mornings in a round

of sight-seeing, and that he went to the play every night of his life.

Perhaps there never existed a human being who at this moment more

thoroughly enjoyed life than Ferdinand Armine.

In the meantime, while he thought only of amusement, Mr. Glastonbury was

not inattentive to his more important interests; for the truth is that

this excellent man had introduced him to the family only with the hope

of interesting the feelings of the Duke in his behalf. His Grace was

a man of a generous disposition. He sympathised with the recital of

Glastonbury as he detailed to him the unfortunate situation of this

youth, sprung from so illustrious a lineage, and yet cut off by a

combination of unhappy circumstances from almost all those natural

sources whence he might have expected support and countenance. And when

Glastonbury, seeing that the Duke’s heart was moved, added that all he

required for him, Ferdinand, was a commission in the army, for which his

parents were prepared to advance the money, his Grace instantly declared

that he would exert all his influence to obtain their purpose.

Mr. Glastonbury was, therefore, more gratified than surprised when,

a few days after the conversation which we have mentioned, his noble

friend informed him, with a smile, that he believed all might be

arranged, provided his young charge could make it convenient to quit

England at once. A vacancy had unexpectedly occurred in a regiment just

ordered to Malta, and an ensigncy had been promised to Ferdinand Armine.

Mr. Glastonbury gratefully closed with the offer. He sacrificed a fourth

part of his moderate independence in the purchase of the commission and

the outfit of his young friend, and had the supreme satisfaction, ere

the third week of their visit was completed, of forwarding a Gazette to

Armine, containing the appointment of Ferdinand Armine as Ensign in the

Royal Fusiliers.