The Knight Of The Golden Melice - John Turvill Adams (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📗
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Because In Favor Of Mercy, Shall Not Prejudice, Though It Might Injure
You Were It To Reach The Ears Of Some Of Whom We Wot. But Know, Sir
Christopher, That Your Zeal Makes You Unjust, And That You Have
Defamed A God Fearing Commonwealth, And One In Covenant With God. Not
Without His Guidance Did We Trust Ourselves To A Waging Sea, Calmed
For Our Sake By His Breath; And Not Without His Inspiration Are We
Building Up A State, After His Own Divine Model, Which Shall Be The
Admiration Of The World. The Kings Of The Earth May Rise Up, And The
Heathen Rage, And The People Imagine A Vain Thing; But Know, Sir
Christopher, That The Gates Of Hell Shall Not Prevail Against Us."
As The Usually Calm Winthrop Concluded His Prophecy, He Smote The
Table With His Hand, As If To Give Emphasis To His Words.
"My Wise, And Prudent, And Most Valued Friend," Said Sir Christopher,
Rising And Approaching The Governor, "Pardon Me, If With Sacrilegious,
Though Unwitting Hand, I Have Touched The Sacred Ark Of Your Faith.
But I Were Meaner Than A Stock Or A Stone; I Were Duller Than An
Insensible Clod; I Were Worse Than An Idolatrous Heathen Or A Beast,
If I Were Unwilling To Encounter Any Danger, Even To The Hazard Of
Losing Your Friendship, For The Sake Of A Man, Who, At The Risk Of His
Own Life, Saved Mine."
"I Heard Not Of Your Debt Before," Said Winthrop.
"It Was In Moldavia, On The Bloody Field Of Choczim, Where The Poles
Defeated The Turks. I Was Then But A Stripling, And The Impetuosity Of
Youth, Or The Fiery Temper Of My Horse, Had Borne Me In Advance Of My
Friends, When I Was Surrounded By The Infidels And Hard Bested, And My
Life Beyond Peradventure Had Paid The Penalty Of My Rashness, And My
Bones Been Left Cleaned By The Wolf's Teeth To Whiten On The Sand, But
For This Valiant Soldier. Disregarding Danger, He Leaped Among The
Foe, And So Lustily Plied His Blows, That Together We Bore The Turbans
Down, Until His Bridle-Hand Was Struck. Then Was It Time To Fall Back,
For Verily We Had Need Of Both Hands, With The One To Guide Out
Horses, And With The Other To Defend Our Heads. I Seized His Rein, And
With Our Flashing Swords, Side By Side, We Fought Our Way Through The
Throng. Judge, Then, If I Were Not An Ingrate To Forget The Service."
"It Is A Pity, For The Sake Of The Prisoner," Said Winthrop, "That
Either Standish Or Endicott Is Not In My Place: A Tale Of Daring Were
Sure To Win Their Ears, And Upon Its Recital, The Cause Were As Good
As Gained; But Much As I Admire The Valor Of The Soldier And Respect
Your Feelings, I, Who Was Bred A Lawyer, And Not A Warrior, See Not
Therein A Motive To Grant Your Request."
"If Friendship For Me, And Personal Merit In The Man, Avail Not To
Move You, At Least Listen To The Voice Of Humanity. You Intend Not
Surely To Murder Him."
"What?" Exclaimed Winthrop. "Speak Plainer, Sir Christopher."
"I Say, Honored Sir, That The Treatment Of This Joy, For An Offence
Which Can Rank As A Crime Only By Reason Of Some Peculiarity In Your
Situation, Justifying Extraordinary Severity, Is Unworthy Of You As
The Vicegerent Of His Majesty In This Colony.
"Methinks," Said Winthrop, Coldly And Formally, "You Have Already, In
Other Phrase, Said The Same Thing."
"But I Aver Now That This Hapless, And, But For Me, Unfriended Man,
(Alas That My Influence In His Behalf Is Less Than Nought,) Is Likely
To Escape The Greater Part Of His Sentence, By Perishing On Your
Hands, If Not Soon Released From Confinement."
"Is He Ill?"
"Ill Unto Death. I Fear. Surely You Cannot Be Acquainted With The
Cruelties Practised Upon Him. I Have Not Beholden Them With Mine Own
Eyes; But My Knowledge Is This--As Soon As I Heard Of Philip's
Misfortune, In Whom, Why I Feel An Interest You Now Know, I Hastened
To His Prison, And There, With Some Difficulty Learned, That Not Only
Is He Manacled, And His Ancles Chained, But Also Is Confined By A Band
Of Iron Around His Body, To A Post Erected In The Centre Of His
Dungeon, So As To Be Unable To Lie Down, Under A Pretext Of The
Desperation Of The Man And The Weakness Of His Dungeon."
"Believe Me, Sir Christopher, I Knew Not This; But The Thing Shall Be
Looked Into, And If There Be No Error In Your Information, I Will
Venture To Brave The Resentment Of My Colleagues And The Rest, And
Release This Joy For The Present, Taking Such Order In Other Respects
That The Remaining Sentence Of The Court Shall Not Remain A Nullity."
"I Pray You, Excellent Sir, Of Your Bounty, To Be Speedy In The
Inquiry Into This Matter," Urged The Knight, "Being Well Assured That
You Will Find My Information Verified."
"Rest Satisfied With My Peremptory Promise," Replied Winthrop. "And
Now, Sir Christopher, That This Business Which You Have So Much At
Heart Is In A Fair Train To Arrive At A Result To Content You, Tell Me
Something Of Your Doings At The Mount Of Promise, As It Is Your
Pleasure To Call Your Retirement. How Fares It With Your Kinswoman,
The Lady Geraldine? Time, I Trust, Doth Blunt The Edge Of Her
Melancholy."
"Alas, No! She Still Continues To Grieve With An Unreasonable Grief.
Time Brings No Balm."
"It Should Not Be So. The Sooner We Become Reconciled To The
Afflictive Dispensations Of Providence (Under Which I Understand She
Suffers,) The Better For Both Soul's And Body's Health."
"There Are Some Natures, Whereupon, When An Impression Is Once Made,
It Is Not Readily Effaced, And The Lady Geraldine's Is Such. Yet Do I
Not Despair Of Her Restoration To Tranquillity."
"I Must Request Godly Mr. Eliot To Visit Her. There Is No Soother So
Effectual As The Soft Voice Of The Gospel. But For Yourself, Sir
Christopher, Tire You Not Of The Monotony Of Your Forest Life?"
"So Far Therefrom, I Love It Hourly More. My Early Days Were Wild And
Stormy, Of Some Particulars Whereof I Have Possessed You; And Although
I Have Not Reached My Meridian, Yet Am I Satiated With Vanity. I Am
Like A Ship, Whose Tempest-Beaten Sides Rest Sweetly In A Haven. As
Contentedly She Hears The Winds Howling Without, So I Listen From Afar
To The Uproar Of The World, And Pleased, Contrast My Calm Therewith."
"Man Was Not Made For Inaction," Said Winthrop.
"I Shun No Honorable Labor. Instruct Me How To Be Useful To The Little
State Which Enjoys The Happiness To Call You Father And Ruler, And No
Toil Or Danger But Shall Be Welcome."
"You Know There Is But One Difficulty That Stands In Your Way To
Occupy The Position Due To Both Your Rank And Merit."
A Shadow Passed Over The Face Of The Knight.
"We Will Not Speak Thereof," He Said. "When I Offered To Join The
Congregation, Who Would Have Thought That So Trifling A Difference
Could Close Your Bosoms Against Me?"
"Call Not The Difference Slight, Nor Our Bosoms Closed," Answered
Winthrop; "But I Trust That Further Reflection, Your Spirit Being
Lighted By Beams Of Grace, Will Convince You That In Our Exposition We
Erred Not."
At This Moment A Slight Rustling Was Heard At The Other End Of The
Apartment, And The Knight Turning, Beheld A Man Having The Appearance
Of A Servant Advancing.
"How Now, Sirrah," Cried Winthrop, "What Means This Intrusion?"
"I Thought I Heard The Governor Call," Said The Man.
"I Called Not," Said Winthrop; "But Being Here, Bring Refreshments.
His Presence Opportunely Reminds Me," He Added, Turning To The Knight,
"Of My Breach Of Hospitality, Occasioned By My Interest In The
Conversation."
In A Short Time The Servant Returned Bearing A Silver Salver, On Which
Were Placed Wine And A Venison Pasty, (For The Robuster Appetites Of
Our Ancestors Would Have Scorned More Delicate Viands,) Which He
Placed On A Sideboard.
Before The Knight Addressed Himself To The Pasty, Which He Soon Did,
With An Appetite Sharpened By His Morning Ride, He Filled Two Goblets
With Wine, And Presenting One To His Host, Begged To Pledge Him In A
Health To The Prosperity Of The Infant Commonwealth.
"The Building Up Of Our Zion Lies Nearest My Heart, And Unceasingly Do
My Prayers Ascend On Her Behalf," Answered Winthrop; "But--Think Me
Not Discourteous--I May Not, Without Sin, Comply With Your Request In
The Drinking Of Healths."
"How!" Exclaimed The Knight, "Is There Any Forbidding Thereof In Holy
Scripture?"
"Nay, I Find No Interdiction Therein, But Manifold Cause In The Reason
Of The Thing Itself For The Suppressing Of A Vain Custom. Thus Do I
Argue: Every Empty And Ineffectual Representation Of Serious Things Is
A Way Of Vanity. But This Custom Is Such; For It Is Intended To Hold
Forth Love And Wishes Of Health, Which Are Serious Things, By
Drinking, Which Neither In The Nature Nor Use It Is Able To Effect,
For It Is Looked At As A Mere Compliment, And Is Not Taken As An
Argument Of Love, Which Ought To Be Unfeigned. Or The Same Proposition
May Be Proved Diversely, As Thus: To Employ The Custom, Out Of Its
Natural Use, Without Warrant Of Authority, Necessity Or Conveniency,
Is A Way Of Vanity. But This Custom Doth. Or, Again; Such A Resolution
As Frees A Man From Frequent And Needless Temptations, To Dissemble
Love, _Et Cetera_, (Quatenus It Doth So,) Is A Wholesome Resolution.
But This Resolution Doth. _Ergo_, Sir Christopher, Pray Have Me (With
Protestation Of No Discourtesy) Excused."
"Although Your Scruples Appear Strange, Yet Will I Respect Them, My
Honored Host, As It Becomes Me To, Any Opinion Entertained By You,"
Replied The Knight; "But If The Tongue Be Tied, The Spirit, At Least,
Is Free To Indulge In Wishes For Your Welfare."
So Saying, He Raised The Goblet To His Lips, And Drained It Of Its
Contents. Nor Did The Governor, Though Refusing To Join In The Idle
Custom Of Drinking Healths, Which, By His Influence, Had Been Pretty
Generally Banished From The Tables Of The Principal Inhabitants,
Decline A Draught, Therein Bearing In Mind The Advice Of Paul To
Timothy, And Considering It An Allowable Solace And Strengthener To
Enable Him The Better To Bear The Cares Of State. Upon The Conclusion
Of The Interview, The Knight Courteously Took Leave, After Thanking
The Governor For His Promise In Behalf Of The Imprisoned Soldier, And,
Mounting His Horse, Returned The Way He Came.
When He Was Gone, Winthrop Fell Into A Fit Of Musing.
"What Am I To Think Of This Man?" (Such Was The Tenor Of His
Reflections.) "Is He What He Appears? Doth The Garniture Of His Spirit
Conform To The Polished And Attractive Surface? Is He, As Sometimes
From His Language Might Be Surmised, One Who, Though Young In Years,
Is Old In Experience, And Hath Already Discovered How Unsatisfactory
Are The Vanities Of The World? There Be Such Men In These Strange
Days. And Yet, How Wonderfully Hath He Preserved His Cheerfulness, And
Though Chastened, Is Not Cast Down! That He Hath Been A Cavalier, I
Plainly See, And He Doth Admit; That He Is Fit At Present To Be One Of
Us, I Doubt; That He Will Be, I Hope. The Jealous Dudley, The
Suspicious Endicott, And The Subtle Spikeman, Are Disposed To Regard
Him As One Who, Under The Mask Of An Angel Of Light, Doth Conceal
Dangerous Designs; As A Plotter Of Mischief; Some Cunning Tool Of Our
Enemies, Who Have Sent Him Hither To Creep Into Our Confidence, That
He May The Better Detect Our Weakness And Confound Our Plans. I Cannot
Harbor These Latter Notions. There Is That About The Knight Which
Gives The Lie To Suspicion. Who Can Look Upon His Noble Countenance
And Listen To The Tones Of His Sincere Voice, And Not Be Satisfied Of
His Truth? Did He Not, On His Arrival, Communicate To Me His Views,
Which, However Romantic, Are Consistent Both With The Training Of His
Previous Life And The Change Which Hath Been Effected In His Feelings?
And Doubtful Myself, Lest The Gracious Impression He Made Upon Me
Might Pervert My Judgment, Did I Not Set A Watch Upon His Motions, And
Find Them All To Harmonize With His Frank And Gallant Bearing? I See
No Cause To Alter My Conduct Or Withdraw My Confidence. Yet Will I Be
Guarded In Our Intercourse. If I Err, It Shall Be On The Side Of
Prudence; But This Matter Whereunto He Hath Called My Attention, Shall
Forthwith Be Searched. It Were Shame If The Cruelty Whereof He
Complains Has Been Practised. Ah Me, The Eye Of The Ruler Cannot Be
Everywhere! There Be Those Who Already Term Our Justice Tyranny, And
Who Would Be Glad To Be Furnished With Another Occasion
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