“man wishes to be loved—expects to be so:
and yet how few live so as to be loved!”
rev. horatius bonar, d.d.
it was a warm afternoon in the beginning of july—warm everywhere; and particularly so in the house of master robert altham, the patty-maker, who lived at the corner of saint martin’s lane, where it runs down into the strand. shall we look along the strand? for the time is 1372, five hundred years ago, and the strand was then a very different place from the street as we know it now.
in the first place, trafalgar square had no being. below where it was to be in the far future, stood charing cross—the real eleanor cross of charing, a fine gothic structure—and four streets converged upon it. that to the north-west parted almost directly into the hay market and hedge lane, genuine country roads, in which both the hay and the hedge had a real existence. southwards ran king street down to westminster; and northwards stood the large building of the king’s mews, where his majesty’s hawks were kept. two hundred years later, bluff king hal would turn out the hawks to make room for his horses; but as yet the word mews had its proper signification of a place where hawks were mewed or confined. at the corner of the mews, between it and the patty-maker’s, ran up saint martin’s lane; its western boundary being the long blank wall of the mews, and its eastern a few houses, and then saint martin’s church. along the strand, eastwards, were stately private houses on the right hand, and shops upon the left. just below the cross, further to the south, was scotland yard, the site of the ancient palace of king david of scotland, and still bearing traces of its former grandeur; then came the priory of saint mary rouncival, the town houses of six bishops, the superb mansion of the earl of arundel, and the house of the bishops of exeter, interspersed with smaller dwellings here and there. a long row of these stretched between durham place and worcester place, behind which, with its face to the river, stood the magnificent palace of the savoy, the city habitation of john of gaunt, duke of lancaster, eldest surviving son of the reigning king. the strand was far narrower than now, and the two churches, instead of being in the middle, broke the monotony of the rows of houses on the north side. let us look more especially at the long row which ran unbroken from the corner of saint martin’s lane to the first church, that of “our lady and the holy innocents atte stronde.”
what would first strike the eye was the signboards, gaily painted, and swinging in the summer breeze. every house had one, for there were no numbers, and these served the purpose; consequently no two similar ones must be near each other. people directed letters to master robert altham, “at the katherine wheel, by saint martin’s church, nigh the king’s mews,” when they had any to write; but letters, except to people in high life or in official positions, were very rare articles, and master altham had not received a full dozen in all the seven-and-twenty years that he had lived in the strand and made patties. next door to him was john arnold, the bookbinder, who displayed a saracen’s head upon his signboard; then came in regular order julian walton, the mercer, with a wheelbarrow; stephen fronsard, the girdler, with a cardinal’s hat; john silverton, the pelter or furrier, with a star; peter swan, the court broiderer, with cross-keys; john morstowe, the luminer, or illuminator of books, with a rose; lionel de ferre, the french baker, with a vine; herman goldsmith, the court goldsmith, who bore a dolphin; william alberton, the forcermonger, who kept what we should call a fancy shop for little boxes, baskets, etcetera, and exhibited a fleur-de-lis; michael ladychapman, who sported a unicorn, and sold goloshes; joel garlickmonger, at the white horse, who dealt in the fragrant vegetable whence he derived his name; and theobald atte home, the hatter, who being of a poetical disposition, displayed a landscape entitled, as was well understood, the hart’s bourne. beyond these stretched far away to the east other shops—those of a mealman, a lapidary, a cordwainer—namely, a shoemaker; a lindraper, for they had not yet added the syllable which makes it linen; a lorimer, who dealt in bits and bridles; a pouchmonger, who sold bags and pockets; a parchment-maker; a treaclemonger, a spicer, a chandler, and a pepperer, all four the representatives of our modern grocer; an apothecary; a scrivener, who wrote for the numerous persons who could not write; a fuller, who cleaned clothes; a tapiser, who sold tapestry, universally used for hangings of rooms; a barber, an armourer, a spurrier, a scourer, a dyer, a glover, a turner, a goldbeater, an upholdester or upholsterer, a toothdrawer, a buckler-maker, a fletcher (who feathered arrows), a poulter or poulterer, a vinter or wine-merchant, a pewterer, a haberdasher, a pinner or pin-maker, a skinner, a hamper-maker, and a hosier. the list might be prolonged through fifty other trades, but we have reached temple bar. so few houses between saint martin’s lane and temple bar! yes, so few. ground was cheap, and houses were low, and it cost less to cover much ground than to build high. only very exalted mansions had three floors, and more than three were unknown even to imagination. moreover, the citizens of london had decided ideas of the garden order. they did not crush their houses tight together, as if to squeeze out another inch, if possible. though their streets were exceedingly narrow, yet nearly every house had its little garden; and behind that row to which we are paying particular attention, ran “le covent garden,” the abbot of westminster’s private pleasure ground, and on its south-east was auntrous’ garden, bordered by “the king’s highway, leading from the town of seint gylys to stronde crosse.” the town of seint gylys was quite a country place, and as to such remote villages as blumond’s bury or iseldon, which we call bloomsbury and islington, nobody thought of them in connection with london, any more than with nottingham or durham.
the houses were much more picturesque than those of modern build. there was no attempt at uniformity. each man set his house down as it suited him, and some thatches turned to the east and west, while others fronted north and south. there were few chimneys, except in the larger houses, and no shop windows; a large wooden shutter fixed below the window covered it at night, and in the day it was let down to hang, tablewise, as a counter whereon the goods sold by the owner were displayed.
the strand was one of the few chief streets where various trades congregated together. usually every street had its special calling, and every trade its own particular street. some of the latter retain their significant names even yet—hosier lane, cordwainer street, bread street, soper’s lane, the poultry, silver street, ironmonger’s lane, and paternoster row, in which last lived the text-writers and rosary-makers. the mercers lived mainly in cheapside, the drapers in lombard street (they were mostly italians, as the name shows), the furriers in saint mary axe, the fishmongers in knightriders’ street, the brewers by the thames, the butchers in eastcheap, and the goldsmiths in guthrum’s (now gutter) lane.
but it is time to inquire what kind of patties were inviting the passer-by on mr altham’s counter. they were a very large variety: oyster, crab, lobster, anchovy, and all kinds of fish; sausage-rolls, jelly, liver, galantine, and every sort of meat; ginger, honey, cream, fruit; cheese-cakes, almond and lemon; little open tarts called bry tarts, made of literal cheese, with a multitude of other articles—eggs, honey or sugar, and spices; and many another compound of multifarious and indigestible edibles; for what number of incongruities, palatable or sanitary, did our forefathers not put together in a pie! for one description of dainty, however, mr altham would have been asked on this july afternoon in vain. he would have deemed it next door to sacrilege to heat his oven for a mince pie, outside the charmed period between christmas eve and twelfth day.
on the afternoon in question, mr altham stepped out of his door to speak with his neighbour the girdler, and no sooner was he well out of the way than another person walked into it. this was a youth of some eighteen years, dressed in a very curious costume. men did not affect black clothes then, except in mourning; and the taste of few led them to the sombre browns and decorous greys worn by most now. this young gentleman had on a tunic of dark red, in shape not unlike a butcher’s blue frock, which was fastened round the hips by a girdle of black leather, studded with brass spangles. his head was covered by a loose hood of bright blue, and his hose or stockings—for stockings and trousers were in one—were a light, bright shade of apple-green. low black shoes completed this showy costume, but it was not more showy than that of every other man passing along the street. our young man seemed rather anxious not to be seen, for he cast sundry suspicious glances in the direction of the girdler’s, and having at length apparently satisfied himself that the patty-maker was not likely to return at once, he darted across the street, and presented himself at the window of the corner shop. two girls were sitting behind it, whose ages were twenty and seventeen. these young ladies were scarcely so smart as the gentleman. the elder wore a grey dress striped with black, over which was a crimson kirtle or pelisse, with wide sleeves and tight grey ones under them; a little green cap sat on her light hair, which was braided in two thick masses, one on each side of the face. the younger wore a dress of the same light green as the youth’s hose, with a silvery girdle, and a blue cap.
“mistress alexandra!” said the youth in a loud whisper.
the elder girl took no notice of him. the younger answered as if she had just discovered his existence, though in truth she had seen him coming all the time.
“o clement winkfield, is that you? we’ve no raffyolys (sausage-rolls) left, if that be your lack.”
“i thank you, mistress ricarda; but i lack nought o’ the sort. mistress alexandra knoweth full well that i come but to beg a kind word from her.”
“i’ve none to spare this even,” said the elder, with a toss of her head.
“but you will, sweet heart, when you hear my tidings.”
“what now? has your mother bought a new kerchief, or the cat catched a mouse?”
“nay, sweet heart, mock me not! here be grand doings, whereof my lord talked this morrow at dinner, i being awaiting. what say you to a goodly tournament at the palace of the savoy?”
“i dare reckon you fell asleep and dreamed thereof.”
“mistress alexandra, you’d make a saint for to swear! howbeit, if you reck not thereof,—i had meant for to practise with my cousin at arundel house, for to get you standing room with the maids yonder; but seeing you have no mind thereto—i dare warrant mistress joan silverton shall not say me nay, and may be mistress argenta—”
“come within, clement, and eat a flaune,” said ricarda in a very different tone, taking up a dish of cheese-cakes from the counter. “when shall the jousting be?”
“oh, it makes no bones, mistress ricarda. your sister hath no mind thereto, ’tis plain.”
however, clement suffered himself to be persuaded to do what he liked, and ricarda going close to her sister to fetch a plate, whispered to her a few words of warning as to what she might lose by too much coldness, whereupon the fair alexandra thawed somewhat, and condescended to seem slightly interested in the coming event. ricarda, however, continued to do most of the talking.
clement winkfield was scullion in the bishop of durham’s kitchen, and would have been considered in that day rather a good match for a tradesman’s daughter; for anything in the form of manufacture or barter was then in a very mean social position. domestic service stood much higher than it does now; and though mr altham’s daughters were heiresses in a small way, they could not afford to despise clement winkfield, except as a political stratagem.
“and what like shall the jousting be, clement?” asked ricarda, when that young gentleman had been satisfactorily settled on a form inside the shop, with a substantial cheese-cake before him—not a mere mouthful, but a large oval tart from which two or three people might be helped.
“it shall be the richest and rarest show was seen this many a day, my mistress,” replied clement, having disposed of his first bite. “in good sooth, mistress, but you wot how to make flaunes! my lord hath none such on his table.”
“that was saundrina’s making,” observed ricarda with apparent carelessness.
“dear heart! that’s wherefore it’s so sweet, trow,” responded clement gallantly.
alexandra laughed languidly. “come now, clem, tell us all about the jousting, like a good lad as thou art, and win us good places to see the same, and i will make thee a chowet-pie (liver-pie) of the best,” said she, laying aside her affected indifference.
“by my troth, i’ll talk till my tongue droppeth on the floor,” answered the delighted clement; “and i have heard all of will pierpoint, that is in my lord of arundel his stable, and is thick as incle-weaving with one of my lord of lancaster his palfreymen. the knights be each one in a doublet of white linen, spangled of silver, having around the sleeves and down the face thereof a border of green cloth, whereon is broidered the device chosen, wrought about with clouds and vines of golden work. the ladies and damsels be likewise in green and white. for the knights, moreover, there be masking visors, fourteen of peacocks’ heads, and fourteen of maidens’ heads, the one sort to tilt against the other. my lord duke of lancaster, that is lord of the revels, beareth a costume of white velvet paled with cramoisie (striped with crimson velvet), whereon be wrought garters of blue, and the lady of cambridge, that is lady of the jousts, and shall give the prizes, shall be in inde-colour (blue), all wrought with roses of silver. there be at this present forty women broiderers a-working in the palace, in such haste they be paid mighty high wage—fourpence halfpenny each one by the day.”
in order to understand the value of these payments, we must multiply them by about sixteen. the wages of a broideress, according to the present worth of money, were, when high, six shillings a day.
“and the device, what is it?”
“well, i counsel not any man to gainsay it. ‘it is as it is’—there you have it.”
“truly, a merry saying. and when shall it be, clem?”
mistress alexandra was quite gracious now.
“thursday shall be a fortnight, being saint maudlin’s day, at ten o’ the clock in the forenoon. will hath passed word to me to get me in, and two other with me. you’ll come, my mistresses? there’ll not be room for mistress amphillis; i’m sorry.”
alexandra tossed her head very contemptuously.
“what does amphillis want of jousts?” said she. “she’s fit for nought save to sift flour and cleanse vessels when we have a-done with them. and she hasn’t a decent kirtle, never name a hood. i wouldn’t be seen in her company for forty shillings.”
“saundrina’s been at father to put her forth,” added ricarda, “if he could but hear of some service in the country, where little plenishing were asked. there’s no good laying no money out on the like of her.”
a soft little sound at the door made them look round. a girl was standing there, of about clement’s age—a pale, quiet-looking girl, who seemed nervously afraid of making her presence known, apparently lest she should be blamed for being there or anywhere. alexandra spoke sharply.
“come within and shut the door, amphillis, and stare not thus like a goose! what wouldst?”
amphillis neither came in nor shut the door. she held it in her hand, while she said in a shy way, “the patties are ready to come forth, if one of you will come,” and then she disappeared, as if frightened of staying a minute longer than she could help.
“‘ready to come forth!’” echoed ricarda. “cannot the stupid thing take them forth by herself?”
“i bade her not do so,” explained her sister, “but call one of us—she is so unhandy. go thou, ricarda, or she’ll be setting every one wrong side up.”
ricarda, with a martyr-like expression—which usually means an expression very unlike a martyr’s—rose and followed amphillis. alexandra, thus left alone with clement, became so extra amiable as to set that not over-wise youth on a pinnacle of ecstasy, until she heard her father’s step, when she dismissed him hastily.
she did not need to have been in a hurry, for the patty-maker was stopped before he reached the threshold, by a rather pompous individual in white and blue livery. liveries were then worn far more commonly than now—not by servants only, but by officials of all kinds, and by gentlemen retainers of the nobles—sometimes even by nobles themselves. to wear a friend’s livery was one of the highest compliments that could be paid. mr altham knew by a glance at his costume that the man who had stopped him bore some office in the household of the duke of lancaster, since he not only wore that prince’s livery, but bore his badge, the ostrich feather ermine, affixed to his left sleeve.
“master altham the patty-maker, i take it?”
“he, good my master, and your servant.”
“a certain lady would fain wit of you, master, if you have at this present dwelling with you a daughter named amphillis?”
“i have no daughter of that name. i have two daughters, whose names be alexandra and ricarda, that dwell with me; likewise one wedded, named isabel. i have a niece named amphillis.”
“that dwelleth with you?”
“ay, she doth at this present, sithence my sister, her mother, is departed (dead); but—”
“you have had some thought of putting her forth, maybe?”
mr altham looked doubtful.
“well! we have talked thereof, i and my maids; but no certain end was come to thereabout.”
“that is it which the lady has heard. mistress walton the silkwoman, at the wheelbarrow, spake with this lady, saying such a maid there was, for whom you sought service; and the lady wotteth (knows) of a gentlewoman with whom she might be placed an’ she should serve, and the service suited your desires for her.”
“pray you, come within, and let us talk thereon at our leisure. i am beholden to mistress walton; she knew i had some thoughts thereanent (about it), and she hath done me a good turn to name it.”
the varlet, as he was then called, followed mr altham into the shop. aralet is a contraction of this word. but varlet, at that date, was a term of wide signification, including any type of personal attendant. the varlet of a duke would be a gentleman by birth and education, for gentlemen were not above serving nobles even in very menial positions. people had then, in some respects, “less nonsense about them” than now, and could not see that it was any degradation for one man to hand a plate to another.
alexandra rose when the varlet made his appearance. she did not keep a heart, and she did keep a large stock of vanity. she was consequently quite ready to throw over clement winkfield as soon as ever a more eligible suitor should present himself; and her idea of mankind ranged them in two classes—such as were, and such as were not, eligible suitors for alexandra altham.
mr altham, however, led his guest straight through the shop and upstairs, thus cutting short miss altham’s wiles and graces. he took him into what we should call his study, a very little room close to his bedchamber, and motioned him to the only chair it contained; for chairs were rare and choice things, the form or bench being the usual piece of furniture. before shutting the door, however, he called—“phyllis!”
somebody unseen to the varlet answered the call, and received directions in a low voice. mr altham then came in and shut the door.
“i have bidden the maid bring us hypocras and spice,” said he; “so you shall have a look at her.”
hypocras was a very light wine, served as tea now is in the afternoon, and spice was a word which covered all manner of good things—not only pepper, sugar, cinnamon, and nutmegs, but rice, almonds, ginger, and even gingerbread.
mr tynneslowe—for so the varlet was named—sat down in the chair, and awaited the tray and amphillis.
