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第112章

The lady had once been comely enough, but she was aged and worn, as sailors' wives are apt to be, by many sorrows.Many a sad day had she had already; for although John Hawkins, port-admiral of Plymouth, and patriarch of British shipbuilders, was a faithful husband enough, and as ready to forgive as he was to quarrel, yet he was obstinate and ruthless, and in spite of his religiosity (for all men were religious then) was by no means a "consistent walker."And sadder days were in store for her, poor soul.Nine years hence she would be asked to name her son's brave new ship, and would christen it The Repentance, giving no reason in her quiet steadfast way (so says her son Sir Richard) but that "Repentance was the best ship in which we could sail to the harbor of heaven;" and she would hear that Queen Elizabeth, complaining of the name for an unlucky one, had re-christened her The Dainty, not without some by-quip, perhaps, at the character of her most dainty captain, Richard Hawkins, the complete seaman and Euphuist afloat, of whom, perhaps, more hereafter.

With sad eyes Mrs.(then Lady) Hawkins would see that gallant bark sail Westward-ho, to go the world around, as many another ship sailed; and then wait, as many a mother beside had waited, for the sail which never returned; till, dim and uncertain, came tidings of her boy fighting for four days three great Armadas (for the coxcomb had his father's heart in him after all), a prisoner, wounded, ruined, languishing for weary years in Spanish prisons.And a sadder day than that was in store, when a gallant fleet should round the Ram Head, not with drum and trumpet, but with solemn minute-guns, and all flags half-mast high, to tell her that her terrible husband's work was done, his terrible heart broken by failure and fatigue, and his body laid by Drake's beneath the far-off tropic seas.

And if, at the close of her eventful life, one gleam of sunshine opened for a while, when her boy Richard returned to her bosom from his Spanish prison, to be knighted for his valor, and made a privy councillor for his wisdom; yet soon, how soon, was the old cloud to close in again above her, until her weary eyes should open in the light of Paradise.For that son dropped dead, some say at the very council-table, leaving behind him naught but broken fortunes, and huge purposes which never were fulfilled; and the stormy star of that bold race was set forever, and Lady Hawkins bowed her weary head and died, the groan of those stolen negroes ringing in her ears, having lived long enough to see her husband's youthful sin become a national institution, and a national curse for generations yet unborn.

I know not why she opened her heart that night to Adrian Gilbert, with a frankness which she would hardly have dared to use to her own family.Perhaps it was that Adrian, like his great brothers, Humphrey and Raleigh, was a man full of all lofty and delicate enthusiasms, tender and poetical, such as women cling to when their hearts are lonely; but so it was; and Adrian, half ashamed of his own ambitious dreams, sate looking at her a while in silence; and then--"The Lord be with you, dearest lady.Strange, how you women sit at home to love and suffer, while we men rush forth to break our hearts and yours against rocks of our own seeking! Ah well! were it not for Scripture, I should have thought that Adam, rather than Eve, had been the one who plucked the fruit of the forbidden tree.""We women, I fear; did the deed nevertheless; for we bear the doom of it our lives long.""You always remind me, madam, of my dear Mrs.Leigh of Burrough, and her counsels.""Do you see her often? I hear of her as one of the Lord's most precious vessels.""I would have done more ere now than see her," said he with a blush, "had she allowed me: but she lives only for the memory of her husband and the fame of her noble sons."As he spoke the door opened, and in walked, wrapped in his rough sea-gown, none other than one of those said noble sons.

Adrian turned pale.

"Amyas Leigh! What brings you hither? how fares my brother? Where is the ship?""Your brother is well, Mr.Gilbert.The Golden Hind is gone on to Dartmouth, with Mr.Hayes.I came ashore here, meaning to go north to Bideford, ere I went to London.I called at Drake's just now, but he was away.""The Golden Hind? What brings her home so soon?""Yet welcome ever, sir," said Mrs.Hawkins."This is a great surprise, though.Captain John did not look for you till next year."Amyas was silent.

"Something is wrong!" cried Adrian."Speak!"Amyas tried, but could not.

"Will you drive a man mad, sir? Has the adventure failed? You said my brother was well.""He is well."

"Then what-- Why do you look at me in that fashion, sir?" and springing up, Adrian rushed forward, and held the candle to Amyas's face.

Amyas's lip quivered, as he laid his hand on Adrian's shoulder.

"Your great and glorious brother, sir, is better bestowed than in settling Newfoundland.""Dead?" shrieked Adrian.

"He is with the God whom he served!"

"He was always with Him, like Enoch: parable me no parables, if you love me, sir!""And, like Enoch, he was not; for God took him."Adrian clasped his hands over his forehead, and leaned against the table.

"Go on, sir, go on.God will give me strength to hear all."And gradually Amyas opened to Adrian that tragic story, which Mr.

Hayes has long ago told far too well to allow a second edition of it from me: of the unruliness of the men, ruffians, as I said before, caught up at hap-hazard; of conspiracies to carry off the ships, plunder of fishing vessels, desertions multiplying daily;licenses from the general to the lazy and fearful to return home:

till Adrian broke out with a groan--

"From him? Conspired against him? Deserted from him? Dotards, buzzards! Where would they have found such another leader?""Your illustrious brother, sir," said Amyas, "if you will pardon me, was a very great philosopher, but not so much of a general.""General, sir? Where was braver man?"

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