Peveril of the Peak. Вальтер Скотт

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СКАЧАТЬ King of Man – Most philosophical Julian, will nothing rouse thee – not even a bad pun on my own royal dignity?”

      “I wish you would be a little more the King in Man,” said Julian, starting from his reverie, “and then you would find more amusement in your dominions.”

      “What! dethrone that royal Semiramis my mother,” said the young lord, “who has as much pleasure in playing Queen as if she were a real Sovereign? – I wonder you can give me such counsel.”

      “Your mother, as you well know, my dear Derby, would be delighted, did you take any interest in the affairs of the island.”

      “Ay, truly, she would permit me to be King; but she would choose to remain Viceroy over me. Why, she would only gain a subject the more, by my converting my spare time, which is so very valuable to me, to the cares of royalty. No, no, Julian, she thinks it power, to direct all the affairs of these poor Manxmen; and, thinking it power, she finds it pleasure. I shall not interfere, unless she hold a high court of justice again. I cannot afford to pay another fine to my brother, King Charles – But I forget – this is a sore point with you.”

      “With the Countess, at least,” replied Julian; “and I wonder you will speak of it.”

      “Why, I bear no malice against the poor man’s memory any more than yourself, though I have not the same reasons for holding it in veneration,” replied the Earl of Derby; “and yet I have some respect for it too. I remember their bringing him out to die – It was the first holiday I ever had in my life, and I heartily wish it had been on some other account.”

      “I would rather hear you speak of anything else, my lord,” said Julian.

      “Why, there it goes,” answered the Earl; “whenever I talk of anything that puts you on your mettle, and warms your blood, that runs as cold as a merman’s – to use a simile of this happy island – hey pass! you press me to change the subject. – Well, what shall we talk of? – O Julian, if you had not gone down to earth yourself among the castles and caverns of Derbyshire, we should have had enough of delicious topics – the play-houses, Julian – Both the King’s house and the Duke’s – Louis’s establishment is a jest to them; – and the Ring in the Park, which beats the Corso at Naples – and the beauties, who beat the whole world!”

      “I am very willing to hear you speak on the subject, my lord,” answered Julian; “the less I have seen of London world myself, the more I am likely to be amused by your account of it.”

      “Ay, my friend – but where to begin? – with the wit of Buckingham, and Sedley, and Etherege, or with the grace of Harry Jermyn – the courtesy of the Duke of Monmouth, or with the loveliness of La Belle Hamilton – of the Duchess of Richmond – of Lady – , the person of Roxalana, the smart humour of Mrs. Nelly – ”

      “Or what say you to the bewitching sorceries of Lady Cynthia?” demanded his companion.

      “Faith, I would have kept these to myself,” said the Earl, “to follow your prudent example. But since you ask me, I fairly own I cannot tell what to say of them; only I think of them twenty times as often as all the beauties I have spoken of. And yet she is neither the twentieth part so beautiful as the plainest of these Court beauties, nor so witty as the dullest I have named, nor so modish – that is the great matter – as the most obscure. I cannot tell what makes me dote on her, except that she is a capricious as her whole sex put together.”

      “That I should think a small recommendation,” answered his companion.

      “Small, do you term it,” replied the Earl, “and write yourself a brother of the angle? Why, which like you best? to pull a dead strain on a miserable gudgeon, which you draw ashore by main force, as the fellows here tow in their fishing-boats – or a lively salmon, that makes your rod crack, and your line whistle – plays you ten thousand mischievous pranks – wearies your heart out with hopes and fears – and is only laid panting on the bank, after you have shown the most unmatchable display of skill, patience, and dexterity? – But I see you have a mind to go on angling after your own old fashion. Off laced coat, and on brown jerkin; – lively colours scare fish in the sober waters of the Isle of Man; – faith, in London you will catch few, unless the bait glistens a little. But you are going? – Well, good luck to you. I will take to the barge; – the sea and wind are less inconstant than the tide you have embarked on.”

      “You have learned to say all these smart things in London, my lord,” answered Julian; “but we shall have you a penitent for them, if Lady Cynthia be of my mind. Adieu, and pleasure till we meet.”

      The young men parted accordingly; and while the Earl betook him to his pleasure voyage, Julian, as his friend had prophesied, assumed the dress of one who means to amuse himself with angling. The hat and feather were exchanged for a cap of grey cloth; the deeply-laced cloak and doublet for a simple jacket of the same colour, with hose conforming; and finally, with rod in hand, and pannier at his back, mounted upon a handsome Manx pony, young Peveril rode briskly over the country which divided him from one of those beautiful streams that descend to the sea from the Kirk-Merlagh mountains.

      Having reached the spot where he meant to commence his day’s sport, Julian let his little steed graze, which, accustomed to the situation, followed him like a dog; and now and then, when tired of picking herbage in the valley through which the stream winded, came near her master’s side, and, as if she had been a curious amateur of the sport, gazed on the trouts as Julian brought them struggling to the shore. But Fairy’s master showed, on that day, little of the patience of a real angler, and took no heed to old Isaac Walton’s recommendation, to fish the streams inch by inch. He chose, indeed, with an angler’s eye, the most promising casts, which the stream broke sparkling over a stone, affording the wonted shelter to a trout; or where, gliding away from a rippling current to a still eddy it streamed under the projecting bank, or dashed from the pool of some low cascade. By this judicious selection of spots whereon to employ his art, the sportsman’s basket was soon sufficiently heavy, to show that his occupation was not a mere pretext; and so soon as this was the case, he walked briskly up the glen, only making a cast from time to time, in case of his being observed from any of the neighbouring heights.

      It was a little green and rocky valley through which the brook strayed, very lonely, although the slight track of an unformed road showed that it was occasionally traversed, and that it was not altogether void of inhabitants. As Peveril advanced still farther, the right bank reached to some distance from the stream, leaving a piece of meadow ground, the lower part of which, being close to the brook, was entirely covered with rich herbage, being possibly occasionally irrigated by its overflow. The higher part of the level ground afforded a stance for an old house, of singular structure, with a terraced garden, and a cultivated field or two beside it. In former times, a Danish or Norwegian fastness had stood here, called the Black Fort, from the colour of a huge healthy hill, which, rising behind the building, appeared to be the boundary of the valley, and to afford the source of the brook. But the original structure had been long demolished, as, indeed, it probably only consisted of dry stones, and its materials had been applied to the construction of the present mansion – the work of some churchman during the sixteenth century, as was evident from the huge stone-work of its windows, which scarce left room for light to pass through, as well as from two or three heavy buttresses, which projected from the front of the house, and exhibited on their surface little niches for images. These had been carefully destroyed, and pots of flowers were placed in the niches in their stead, besides their being ornamented by creeping plants of various kinds, fancifully twined around them. The garden was also in good order; and though the spot was extremely solitary, there was about it altogether an air of comfort, accommodation, and even elegance, by no means generally characteristic of the habitations of the island at the time.

      With much circumspection, Julian Peveril approached the low Gothic СКАЧАТЬ