He had a routh o' auld nick-nackets, Rusty airn caps, and jinglin-jackets, Would held the Loudons three in tackets, A towmond gude;And parritch-pats, and auld sayt-backets, Afore the flude.
Burns.
After he had settled himself in his new apartments at Fairport, Mr.Lovel bethought him of paying the requested visit to his fellow-traveller.He did not make it earlier, because, with all the old gentleman's good-humour and information, there had sometimes glanced forth in his language and manner towards him an air of superiority, which his companion considered as being fully beyond what the difference of age warranted.He therefore waited the arrival of his baggage from Edinburgh, that he might arrange his dress according to the fashion of the day, and make his exterior corresponding to the rank in society which he supposed or felt himself entitled to hold.
It was the fifth day after his arrival, that, having made the necessary inquiries concerning the road, he went forth to pay his respects at Monkbarns.A footpath leading over a heathy hill, and through two or three meadows, conducted him to this mansion, which stood on the opposite side of the hill aforesaid, and commanded a fine prospect of the bay and shipping.
Secluded from the town by the rising ground, which also screened it from the north-west wind, the house had a solitary, and sheltered appearance.The exterior had little to recommend it.It was an irregular old-fashioned building, some part of which had belonged to a grange, or solitary farm-house, inhabited by the bailiff, or steward, of the monastery, when the place was in possession of the monks.It was here that the community stored up the grain, which they received as ground-rent from their vassals; for, with the prudence belonging to their order, all their conventional revenues were made payable in kind, and hence, as the present proprietor loved to tell, came the name of Monkbarns.To the remains of the bailiff's house, the succeeding lay inhabitants had made various additions in proportion to the accommodation required by their families; and, as this was done with an equal contempt of convenience within and architectural regularity without, the whole bore the appearance of a hamlet which had suddenly stood still when in the act of leading down one of Amphion's, or Orpheus's, country dances.
It was surrounded by tall clipped hedges of yew and holly, some of which still exhibited the skill of the _topiarian_ artist, ** _Ars Topiaria,_ the art of clipping yew-hedges into fantastic figures.
* A Latin poem, entitled _Ars Topiaria,_ contains a curious account of the * process.
and presented curious arm-chairs, towers, and the figures of Saint George and the Dragon.The taste of Mr.Oldbuck did not disturb these monuments of an art now unknown, and he was the less tempted so to do, as it must necessarily have broken the heart of the old gardener.One tall embowering holly was, however, sacred from the shears; and, on a garden seat beneath its shade, Lovel beheld his old friend with spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, busily employed in perusing the London Chronicle, soothed by the summer breeze through the rustling leaves, and the distant dash of the waves as they rippled upon the sand.
Mr.Oldbuck immediately rose, and advanced to greet his travelling acquaintance with a hearty shake of the hand.``By my faith,'' said he, ``I began to think you had changed your mind, and found the stupid people of Fairport so tiresome, that you judged them unworthy of your talents, and had taken French leave, as my old friend and brother-antiquary Mac-Cribb did, when he went off with one of my Syrian medals.''
``I hope, my good sir, I should have fallen under no such imputation.''
``Quite as bad, let me tell you, if you had stolen yourself away without giving me the pleasure of seeing you again.Ihad rather you had taken my copper Otho himself.--But come, let me show you the way into my _sanctum sanctorum_--my cell I may call it, for, except two idle hussies of womankind,'' (by this contemptuous phrase, borrowed from his brother-antiquary, the cynic Anthony a-Wood, Mr.Oldbuck was used to denote the fair sex in general, and his sister and niece in particular), ``that, on some idle pretext of relationship, have established themselves in my premises, I live here as much a Cnobite as my predecessor, John o' the Girnell, whose grave I will show you by and by.''
Thus speaking the old gentleman led the way through a low door; but before entrance, suddenly stopped short to point out some vestiges of what he called an inscription, and, shaking his head as he pronounced it totally illegible, ``Ah! if you but knew, Mr.Lovel, the time and trouble that these mouldering traces of letters have cost me! No mother ever travailed so for a child--and all to no purpose--although I am almost positive that these two last marks imply the figures, or letters, LV, and may give us a good guess at the real date of the building, since we know, _aliunde,_ that it was founded by Abbot Waldimir about the middle of the fourteenth century--and, I profess, Ithink that centre ornament might be made out by better eyes than mine.''
``I think,'' answered Lovel, willing to humour the old man, ``it has something the appearance of a mitre.''
``I protest you are right! you are right! it never struck me before--see what it is to have younger eyes--A mitre--a mitre --it corresponds in every respect.''
