from fire, from water, and all things amiss,
deliver the house of an honest justice.
the widow.
the serenity of the hall has been suddenly interrupted by a very important occurrence. in the course of this morning a posse of villagers was seen trooping up the avenue, with boys shouting in advance. as it drew near, we perceived ready-money jack tibbets striding along, wielding his cudgel in one hand, and with the other grasping the collar of a tall fellow, whom, on still nearer approach, we recognised for the redoubtable gipsy hero, starlight tom. he was now, however, completely cowed and crestfallen, and his courage seemed to have quailed in the iron gripe of the lion-hearted jack.
the whole gang of gipsy women and children came draggling in the rear; some in tears, others making a violent clamour about the ears of old ready-money, who, however, trudged on in silence with his prey, heeding their abuse as little as a hawk that has pounced upon a barn-door hero regards the outcries and cacklings of his whole feathered seraglio.
he had passed through the village on his way to the hall, and of course had made a great sensation in that most excitable place, where every event is a matter of gaze and gossip. the report flew like wildfire that starlight tom was in custody. the ale-drinkers forthwith abandoned the tap-room; slingsby's school broke loose, and master and boys swelled the tide that came rolling at the heels of old ready-money and his captive.
the uproar increased as they approached the hall; it aroused the whole garrison of dogs, and the crew of hangers-on. the great mastiff barked from the dog-house; the staghound, and the greyhound, and the spaniel, issued barking from the hall door, and my lady lillycraft's little dogs ramped and barked from the parlour window. i remarked, however, that the gipsy dogs made no reply to all these menaces and insults, but crept close to the gang, looking round with a guilty, poaching air, and now and then glancing up a dubious eye to their owners; which shows that the moral dignity, even of dogs, may be ruined by bad company!
conscience makes cowards of the dogs
when the throng reached the front of the house, they were brought to a halt by a kind of advanced guard, composed of old christy, the gamekeeper, and two or three servants of the house, who had been brought out by the noise. the common herd of the village fell back with respect; the boys were driven back by christy and his compeers; while ready-money jack maintained his ground and his hold of the prisoner, and was surrounded by the tailor, the schoolmaster, and several other dignitaries of the village, and by the clamorous brood of gipsies, who were neither to be silenced nor intimidated.
by this time the whole household were brought to the doors and windows, and the squire to the portal. an audience was demanded by ready-money jack, who had detected the prisoner in the very act of sheep-stealing on his domains, and had borne him off to be examined before the squire, who is in the commission of the peace.
a kind of tribunal was immediately held in the servants' hall, a large chamber with a stone floor and a long table in the centre, at one end of which, just under an enormous clock, was placed the squire's chair of justice, while master simon took his place at the table as clerk of the court. an attempt had been made by old christy to keep out the gipsy gang, but in vain; and they, with the village worthies, and the household, half filled the hall. the old housekeeper and the butler were in a panic at this dangerous irruption. they hurried away all the valuable things and portable articles that were at hand, and even kept a dragon watch on the gipsies, lest they should carry off the house clock or the deal table.
the tribunal
old christy, and his faithful coadjutor, the gamekeeper, acted as constables to guard the prisoner, triumphing in having at last got this terrible offender in their clutches. indeed i am inclined to think the old man bore some peevish recollection of having been handled rather roughly by the gipsy in the chance-medley affair of may-day.
silence was now commanded by master simon; but it was difficult to be enforced in such a motley assemblage. there was a continued snarling and yelping of dogs, and, as fast as it was quelled in one corner, it broke out in another. the poor gipsy curs, who, like errant thieves, could not hold up their heads in an honest house, were worried and insulted by the gentleman dogs of the establishment, without offering to make resistance; the very curs of my lady lillycraft bullied them with impunity.
the examination was conducted with great mildness and indulgence by the squire, partly from the kindness of his nature, and partly, i suspect, because his heart yearned towards the culprit, who had found great favour in his eyes, as i have already observed, from the skill he had at various times displayed in archery, morris-dancing, and other obsolete accomplishments. proofs, however, were too strong. ready-money jack told his story in a straightforward independent way, nothing daunted by the presence in which he found himself. he had suffered from various depredations on his sheep-fold and poultry-yard, and had at length kept watch, and caught the delinquent in the very act of making off with a sheep on his shoulders.
tibbets was repeatedly interrupted, in the course of his testimony, by the culprit's mother, a furious old beldame, with an insufferable tongue, and who, in fact, was several times kept, with some difficulty, from flying at him tooth and nail. the wife, too, of the prisoner, whom i am told he does not beat above half a dozen times a week, completely interested lady lillycraft in her husband's behalf, by her tears and supplications; and several of the other gipsy women were awakening strong sympathy among the young girls and maid-servants in the background. the pretty, black-eyed gipsy girl, whom i have mentioned on a former occasion as the sibyl that read the fortunes of the general, endeavoured to wheedle that doughty warrior into their interests, and even made some approaches to her old acquaintance, master simon; but was repelled by the latter with all the dignity of office, having assumed a look of gravity and importance suitable to the occasion.
i was a little surprised, at first, to find honest slingsby, the schoolmaster, rather opposed to his old crony tibbets, and coming forwards as a kind of advocate for the accused. it seems that he had taken compassion on the forlorn fortunes of starlight tom, and had been trying his eloquence in his favour the whole way from the village, but without effect. during the examination of ready-money jack, slingsby had stood like "dejected pity at his side," seeking every now and then, by a soft word, to soothe any exacerbation of his ire, or to qualify any harsh expression. he now ventured to make a few observations to the squire in palliation of the delinquent's offence; but poor slingsby spoke more from the heart than the head, and was evidently actuated merely by a general sympathy for every poor devil in trouble, and a liberal toleration for all kinds of vagabond existence.
the ladies, too, large and small, with the kindheartedness of their sex, were zealous on the side of mercy, and interceded strenuously with the squire; insomuch that the prisoner, finding himself unexpectedly surrounded by active friends, once more reared his crest, and seemed disposed for a time to put on the air of injured innocence. the squire, however, with all his benevolence of heart, and his lurking weakness towards the prisoner, was too conscientious to swerve from the strict path of justice. there was abundant concurrent testimony that made the proof of guilt incontrovertible, and starlight tom's mittimus was made out accordingly.
the sympathy of the ladies was now greater than ever; they even made some attempts to mollify the ire of ready-money jack; but that sturdy potentate had been too much incensed by the repeated incursions that had been made into his territories by the predatory band of starlight tom, and he was resolved, he said, to drive the "varmint reptiles" out of the neighbourhood. to avoid all further importunities, as soon as the mittimus was made out, he girded up his loins, and strode back to his seat of empire, accompanied by his interceding friend, slingsby, and followed by a detachment of the gipsy gang, who hung on his rear, assailing him with mingled prayers and execrations.
the question now was, how to dispose of the prisoner; a matter of great moment in this peaceful establishment, where so formidable a character as starlight tom was like a hawk entrapped in a dovecot. as the hubbub and examination had occupied a considerable time, it was too late in the day to send him to the county prison, and that of the village was sadly out of repair from long want of occupation. old christy, who took great interest in the affair, proposed that the culprit should be committed for the night to an upper loft of a kind of tower in one of the out-houses, where he and the gamekeeper would mount guard. after much deliberation this measure was adopted; the premises in question were examined and made secure, and christy and his trusty ally, the one armed with a fowling-piece, the other with an ancient blunderbuss, turned out as sentries to keep watch over this donjon-keep.
the guard
such is the momentous affair that has just taken place, and it is an event of too great moment in this quiet little world not to turn it completely topsy-turvy. labour is at a stand. the house has been a scene of confusion the whole evening. it has been beleaguered by gipsy women, with their children on their backs, wailing and lamenting; while the old virago of a mother has cruised up and down the lawn in front, shaking her head and muttering to herself, or now and then breaking out into a paroxysm of rage, brandishing her fist at the hall, and denouncing ill-luck upon ready-money jack, and even upon the squire himself.
lady lillycraft has given repeated audiences to the culprit's weeping wife, at the hall door; and the servant-maids have stolen out to confer with the gipsy women under the trees. as to the little ladies of the family, they are all outrageous at ready-money jack, whom they look upon in the light of a tyrannical giant of fairy tale. phoebe wilkins, contrary to her usual nature, is the only one that is pitiless in the affair. she thinks mr. tibbets quite in the right; and thinks the gipsies deserve to be punished severely for meddling with the sheep of the tibbetses.
in the meantime the females of the family have evinced all the provident kindness of the sex, ever ready to soothe and succour the distressed, right or wrong. lady lillycraft has had a mattress taken to the out-house, and comforts and delicacies of all kinds have been taken to the prisoner; even the little girls have sent their cakes and sweet-meats; so that, i'll warrant, the vagabond has never fared so well in his life before. old christy, it is true, looks upon everything with a wary eye; struts about with his blunderbuss with the air of a veteran campaigner, and will hardly allow himself to be spoken to. the gipsy women dare not come within gunshot, and every tatterdemallion of a boy has been frightened from the park. the old fellow is determined to lodge starlight tom in prison with his own hands; and hopes, he says, to see one of the poaching crew made an example of.
i doubt, after all, whether the worthy squire is not the greatest sufferer in the whole affair. his honourable sense of duty obliges him to be rigid, but the overflowing kindness of his nature makes this a grievous trial to him.
he is not accustomed to have such demands upon his justice in his truly patriarchal domain; and it wounds his benevolent spirit, that, while prosperity and happiness are flowing in thus bounteously upon him, he should have to inflict misery upon a fellow-being.
he has been troubled and cast down the whole evening: took leave of the family, on going to bed, with a sigh, instead of his usual hearty and affectionate tone, and will, in all probability, have a far more sleepless night than his prisoner. indeed this unlucky affair has cast a damp upon the whole household, as there appears to be an universal opinion that the unlucky culprit will come to the gallows.
morning.—the clouds of last evening are all blown over. a load has been taken from the squire's heart, and every face is once more in smiles. the gamekeeper made his appearance at an early hour, completely shamefaced and crestfallen. starlight tom had made his escape in the night; how he had got out of the loft no one could tell; the devil, they think, must have assisted him. old christy was so mortified that he would not show his face, but had shut himself up in his stronghold at the dog-kennel, and would not be spoken with. what has particularly relieved the squire is, that there is very little likelihood of the culprit's being retaken, having gone off on one of the old gentleman's best hunters.
