CHAPTER XXXII

The Morning after a Fall--The Teapot--Unpretending Hospitality--The

Chinese Student.

It might be about eight o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by the

entrance of the old man. "How have you rested?" said he, coming up to

the bedside, and looking me in the face. "Well," said I, "and I feel

much better, but I am still very sore." I surveyed him now for the first

time with attention. He was dressed in a sober-coloured suit, and was

apparently between sixty and seventy. In stature he was rather above the

middle height, but with a slight stoop; his features were placid, and

expressive of much benevolence, but, as it appeared to me, with rather a

melancholy cast--as I gazed upon them, I felt ashamed that I should ever

have conceived in my brain a vision like that of the preceding night, in

which he appeared in so disadvantageous a light. At length he said, "It

is now time for you to take some refreshment. I hear my old servant

coming up with your breakfast." In a moment the elderly female entered

with a tray, on which was some bread and butter, a teapot and cup. The

cup was of common blue earthenware, but the pot was of china, curiously

fashioned, and seemingly of great antiquity. The old man poured me out a

cupful of tea, and then, with the assistance of the woman, raised me

higher, and propped me up with the pillows. I ate and drank; when the

pot was emptied of its liquid (it did not contain much), I raised it up

with my left hand to inspect it. The sides were covered with curious

characters, seemingly hieroglyphics. After surveying them for some time,

I replaced it upon the tray. "You seem fond of china," said I, to the

old man, after the servant had retired with the breakfast things, and I

had returned to my former posture; "you have china on the mantelpiece,

and that was a remarkable teapot out of which I have just been drinking."

The old man fixed his eyes intently on me, and methought the expression

of his countenance became yet more melancholy. "Yes," said he, at last,

"I am fond of china--I have reason to be fond of china--but for china I

should--" and here he sighed again.

"You value it for the quaintness and singularity of its form," said I;

"it appears to be less adapted for real use than our own pottery."

"I care little about its form," said the old man; "I care for it simply

on account of--however, why talk to you on the subject which can have no

possible interest to you? I expect the surgeon here presently."

"I do not like that surgeon at all," said I; "how strangely he behaved

last night, coming back, when I was just falling asleep, to ask me if I

would sell my horse."

The old man smiled. "He has but one failing," said he, "an itch for

horse-dealing; but for that he might be a much richer man than he is; he

is continually buying and exchanging horses, and generally finds himself

a loser by his bargains: but he is a worthy creature, and skilful in his

profession--it is well for you that you are under his care."

The old man then left me, and in about an hour returned with the surgeon,

who examined me and reported favourably as to my case. He spoke to me

with kindness and feeling, and did not introduce the subject of the

horse. I asked him whether he thought I should be in time for the fair.

"I saw some people making their way thither to-day," said he; "the fair

lasts three weeks, and it has just commenced. Yes, I think I may promise

you that you will be in time for the very heat of it. In a few days you

will be able to mount your saddle with your arm in a sling, but you must

by no means appear with your arm in a sling at Horncastle, as people

would think that your horse had flung you, and that you wanted to dispose

of him because he was a vicious brute. You must, by all means, drop the

sling before you get to Horncastle."

For three days I kept my apartment by the advice of the surgeon. I

passed my time as I best could. Stretched on my bed, I either abandoned

myself to reflection, or listened to the voices of the birds in the

neighbouring garden. Sometimes, as I lay awake at night, I would

endeavour to catch the tick of a clock, which methought sounded from some

distant part of the house.

The old man visited me twice or thrice every day to inquire into my

state. His words were few on these occasions, and he did not stay long.

Yet his voice and his words were kind. What surprised me most in

connection with this individual was, the delicacy of conduct which he

exhibited in not letting a word proceed from his lips which could testify

curiosity respecting who I was, or whence I came. All he knew of me was,

that I had been flung from my horse on my way to a fair for the purpose

of disposing of the animal; and that I was now his guest. I might be a

common horse-dealer for what he knew, yet I was treated by him with all

the attention which I could have expected, had I been an alderman of

Boston's heir, and known to him as such. The county in which I am now,

thought I at last, must be either extraordinarily devoted to hospitality,

or this old host of mine must be an extraordinary individual. On the

evening of the fourth day, feeling tired of my confinement, I put my

clothes on in the best manner I could, and left the chamber. Descending

a flight of stairs, I reached a kind of quadrangle, from which branched

two or three passages; one of these I entered, which had a door at the

farther end, and one on each side; the one to the left standing partly

open, I entered it, and found myself in a middle-sized room with a large

window, or rather glass-door, which looked into a garden, and which stood

open. There was nothing remarkable in this room, except a large quantity

of china. There was china on the mantelpiece--china on two tables, and a

small beaufet, which stood opposite the glass-door, was covered with

china--there were cups, teapots, and vases of various forms, and on all

of them I observed characters--not a teapot, not a tea-cup, not a vase of

whatever form or size, but appeared to possess hieroglyphics on some part

or other. After surveying these articles for some time with no little

interest, I passed into the garden, in which there were small parterres

of flowers, and two or three trees, and which, where the house did not

abut, was bounded by a wall; turning to the right by a walk by the side

of a house, I passed by a door--probably the one I had seen at the end of

the passage--and arrived at another window similar to that through which

I had come, and which also stood open; I was about to pass through it,

when I heard the voice of my entertainer exclaiming, "Is that you? pray

come in."

I entered the room, which seemed to be a counterpart of the one which I

had just left. It was of the same size, had the same kind of furniture,

and appeared to be equally well stocked with china; one prominent article

it possessed, however, which the other room did not exhibit--namely, a

clock, which, with its pendulum moving tick-a-tick, hung against the wall

opposite to the door, the sight of which made me conclude that the sound

which methought I had heard in the stillness of the night was not an

imaginary one. There it hung on the wall, with its pendulum moving tick-

a-tick. The old gentleman was seated in an easy chair a little way into

the room, having the glass-door on his right hand. On a table before him

lay a large open volume, in which I observed Roman letters as well as

characters. A few inches beyond the book on the table, covered all over

with hieroglyphics, stood a china vase. The eyes of the old man were

fixed upon it.

"Sit down," said he, motioning me with his hand to a stool close by, but

without taking his eyes from the vase.

"I can't make it out," said he, at last, removing his eyes from the vase,

and leaning back on the chair, "I can't make it out."

"I wish I could assist you," said I.

"Assist me," said the old man, looking at me with a half smile.

"Yes," said I, "but I don't understand Chinese."

"I suppose not," said the old man, with another slight smile; "but--but--"

"Pray proceed," said I.

"I wished to ask you," said the old man, "how you knew that the

characters on yon piece of crockery were Chinese; or, indeed, that there

was such a language?"

"I knew the crockery was china," said I, "and naturally enough supposed

what was written upon it to be Chinese; as for there being such a

language--the English have a language, the French have a language, and

why not the Chinese?"

"May I ask you a question?"

"As many as you like."

"Do you know any language besides English?"

"Yes," said I, "I know a little of two or three."

"May I ask their names?"

"Why not?" said I, "I know a little French."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, a little Welsh, and a little Haik."

"What is Haik?"

"Armenian."

"I am glad to see you in my house," said the old man, shaking me by the

hand; "how singular that one coming as you did should know Armenian!"

"Not more singular," said I, "than that one living in such a place as

this should know Chinese. How came you to acquire it?"

The old man looked at me, and sighed. "I beg pardon," said I, "for

asking what is, perhaps, an impertinent question; I have not imitated

your own delicacy; you have never asked me a question without first

desiring permission, and here I have been days and nights in your house

an intruder on your hospitality, and you have never so much as asked me

who I am."

"In forbearing to do that," said the old man, "I merely obeyed the

Chinese precept, 'Ask no questions of a guest;' it is written on both

sides of the teapot out of which you have had your tea."

"I wish I knew Chinese," said I. "Is it a difficult language to

acquire?"

"I have reason to think so," said the old man. "I have been occupied

upon it five-and-thirty years, and I am still very imperfectly acquainted

with it; at least, I frequently find upon my crockery sentences the

meaning of which to me is very dark, though it is true these sentences

are mostly verses, which are, of course, more difficult to understand

than mere prose."

"Are your Chinese studies," said I, "confined to crockery literature?"

"Entirely," said the old man; "I read nothing else."

"I have heard," said I, "that the Chinese have no letters, but that for

every word they have a separate character--is it so?"

"For every word they have a particular character," said the old man;

"though, to prevent confusion, they have arranged their words under two

hundred and fourteen what we should call radicals, but which they call

keys. As we arrange all our words in a dictionary under twenty-four

letters, so do they arrange all their words, or characters, under two

hundred and fourteen radical signs; the simplest radicals being the

first, and the more complex the last."

"Does the Chinese resemble any of the European languages in words?" said

I.

"I am scarcely competent to inform you," said the old man; "but I believe

not."

"What does that character represent?" said I, pointing to one on the

vase.

"A knife," said the old man, "that character is one of the simplest

radicals or keys."

"And what is the sound of it?" said I.

"Tau," said the old man.

"Tau!" said I; "tau!"

"A strange word for a knife is it not?" said the old man.

"Tawse!" said I; "tawse!"

"What is tawse?" said the old man.

"You were never at school at Edinburgh, I suppose?"

"Never," said the old man.

"That accounts for your not knowing the meaning of tawse," said I; "had

you received the rudiments of a classical education at the High School,

you would have known the meaning of tawse full well. It is a leathern

thong, with which refractory urchins are recalled to a sense of their

duty by the dominie. Tau--tawse--how singular!"

"I cannot see what the two words have in common, except a slight

agreement in sound."

"You will see the connection," said I, "when I inform you that the thong,

from the middle to the bottom, is cut or slit into two or three parts,

from which slits or cuts, unless I am very much mistaken, it derives its

name--tawse, a thong with slits or cuts, used for chastising disorderly

urchins at the High School, from the French tailler, to cut; evidently

connected with the Chinese tau, a knife--how very extraordinary!"