Desire for novelty-Lives of the lawless-Countenances-Old yeoman and dame-We live near the sea-Uncouth-looking volume-The other condition-Draoitheac-A dilemma-The Antinomian-Lodowick Muggleton-Almost blind-Anders Vedel.
BUT to proceed with my own story:I now ceased all at once to take much pleasure in the pursuits which formerly interested me,Iyawned over Ab Gwilym,even as I now in my mind's eye perceive the reader yawning over the present pages.What was the cause of this?
Constitutional lassitude,or a desire for novelty?Both it is probable had some influence in the matter,but I rather think that the latter feeling was predominant.The parting words of my brother had sunk into my mind.He had talked of travelling in strange regions and seeing strange and wonderful objects,and my imagination fell to work,and drew pictures of adventures wild and fantastic,and I thought what a fine thing it must be to travel,and I wished that my father would give me his blessing,and the same sum that he had given my brother,and bid me go forth into the world;always forgetting that I had neither talents nor energies at this period which would enable me to make any successful figure on its stage.
And then I again sought up the book which had so captivated me in my infancy,and I read it through;and I sought up others of a similar character,and in seeking for them I met books also of adventure,but by no means of a harmless deion,lives of wicked and lawless men,Murray and Latroon-books of singular power,but of coarse and prurient imagination-books at one time highly in vogue;now deservedly forgotten,and most difficult to be found.
And when I had gone through these books,what was my state of mind?
I had derived entertainment from their perusal,but they left me more listless and unsettled than before,and really knew not what to do to pass my time.My philological studies had become distasteful,and I had never taken any pleasure in the duties of my profession.I sat behind my desk in a state of torpor,my mind almost as blank as the paper before me,on which I rarely traced a line.It was always a relief to hear the bell ring,as it afforded me an opportunity of doing something which I was yet capable of doing,to rise and open the door and stare in the countenances of the visitors.All of a sudden I fell to studying countenances,and soon flattered myself that I had made considerable progress in the science.
'There is no faith in countenances,'said some Roman of old;'trust anything but a person's countenance.''Not trust a man's countenance?'say some moderns,'why,it is the only thing in many people that we can trust;on which account they keep it most assiduously out of the way.Trust not a man's words if you please,or you may come to very erroneous conclusions;but at all times place implicit confidence in a man's countenance,in which there is no deceit;and of necessity there can be none.If people would but look each other more in the face,we should have less cause to complain of the deception of the world;nothing so easy as physiognomy nor so useful.'Somewhat in this latter strain Ithought at the time of which I am speaking.I am now older,and,let us hope,less presumptuous.It is true that in the course of my life I have scarcely ever had occasion to repent placing confidence in individuals whose countenances have prepossessed me in their favour;though to how many I may have been unjust,from whose countenances I may have drawn unfavourable conclusions,is another matter.
But it had been decreed by that Fate which governs our every action that I was soon to return to my old pursuits.It was written that I should not yet cease to be Lav-engro,though I had become,in my own opinion,a kind of Lavater.It is singular enough that my renewed ardour for philology seems to have been brought about indirectly by my physiognomical researches,in which had I not indulged,the event which I am about to relate,as far as connected with myself,might never have occurred.Amongst the various countenances which I admitted during the period of my answering the bell,there were two which particularly pleased me,and which belonged to an elderly yeoman and his wife,whom some little business had brought to our law sanctuary.I believe they experienced from me some kindness and attention,which won the old people's hearts.So,one day,when their little business had been brought to a conclusion,and they chanced to be alone with me,who was seated as usual behind the deal desk in the outer room,the old man with some confusion began to tell me how grateful himself and dame felt for the many attentions I had shown them,and how desirous they were to make me some remuneration.'Of course,'said the old man,'we must be cautious what we offer to so fine a young gentleman as yourself;we have,however,something we think will just suit the occasion,a strange kind of thing which people say is a book,though no one that my dame or myself have shown it to can make anything out of it;so as we are told that you are a fine young gentleman,who can read all the tongues of the earth and stars,as the Bible says,we thought,I and my dame,that it would be just the thing you would like and my dame has it now at the bottom of her basket.'
'A book!'said I,'how did you come by it?'
'We live near the sea,'said the old man;'so near that sometimes our thatch is wet with the spray;and it may now be a year ago that there was a fearful storm,and a ship was driven ashore during the night,and ere the morn was a complete wreck.When we got up at daylight,there were the poor shivering crew at our door;they were foreigners,red-haired men,whose speech we did not understand;but we took them in,and warmed them,and they remained with us three days;and when they went away they left behind them this thing,here it is,part of the contents of a box which was washed ashore.'
'And did you learn who they were?'
'Why,yes;they made us understand that they were Danes.'