Two Years Ago, Volume II. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 420 pages of information about Two Years Ago, Volume II..

Two Years Ago, Volume II. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 420 pages of information about Two Years Ago, Volume II..

But the Cantabs, and a couple of gallant Oxford boating men who had fraternised with them, testified their admiration in their simple honest way, by putting down their pipes whenever they saw Valencia coming, and just lifting their hats when they met her close.  It was taking a liberty, no doubt.  “But I tell you, Mellot,” said Wynd, as brave and pure-minded a fellow as ever pulled in the University eight, “the Arabs, when they see such a creature, say, ‘Praise Allah for beautiful women,’ and quite right; they may remind some fellows of worse things, but they always remind me of heaven and the angels; and my hat goes off to her by instinct, just as it does when I go into a church.”

That was all; simple chivalrous admiration, and delight in her loveliness, as in that of a lake, or a mountain sunset; but nothing more.  The good fellows had no time, indeed, to fancy themselves in love with her, or her with them, for every day was too short for them; what with reading all the morning, and starting out in the afternoon in strange garments (which became shabbier and more ragged very rapidly as the weeks slipped on) upon all manner of desperate errands; walking unheard-of-distances, and losing their way upon the mountains; scrambling cliffs and now and then falling down them; camping all night by unpronounceable lakes, in the hope of catching mythical trout; trying in all ways how hungry, thirsty, dirty, and tired a man could make himself, and how far he could go without breaking his neck, any approach to which catastrophe was hailed (as were all other mishaps) as “all in the day’s work,” and “the finest fun in the world,” by that unconquerable English “lebensglueckseligkeit,” which is a perpetual wonder to our sober German cousins.  Ah, glorious twenty-one, with your inexhaustible powers of doing and enjoying, eating and hungering, sleeping and sitting up, reading and playing!  Happy are those who still possess you, and can take their fill of your golden cup, steadied, but not saddened, by the remembrance, that for all things a good and loving God will bring them into judgment.  Happier still those who (like a few) retain in body and soul the health and buoyancy of twenty-one on to the very verge of forty, and seeming to grow younger-hearted as they grow older-headed, can cast off care and work at a moment’s warning, laugh and frolic now as they did twenty years ago, and say with Wordsworth—­

  “So was it when I was a boy,
  So let it be when I am old,
  Or let me die!”

Unfortunately, as will appear hereafter, Elsley’s especial betes noirs were this very Wynd and his inseparable companion, Naylor, who happened to be not only the best men of the set, but Mellot’s especial friends.  Both were Rugby men, now reading for their degree.  Wynd was a Shropshire squire’s son, a lissom fair-haired man, the handiest of boxers, rowers, riders, shots, fishermen, with a noisy superabundance of animal spirits, which maddened Elsley.  Yet

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