If you had searched from Yarmouth to Berwick the whole coast along you could not have found a more superb creature.  He stood six feet four, but his limbs were so massive, and the outward arch of his broad chest was so full, that you might easily have guessed his inches wrongly.  As he turned westward toward the last light that still glowed in dim bars from behind the hills, his face showed with a noble outline.  He looked round for a space, said, “Ay, the lads’ll be having a bonny night,” then strode heavily to his “settle” once more, and prepared to chat with his daughter.  When the lamp was lit, the grandeur of his face became finely apparent.  His hair was coarse, and black, and lustreless; it hung heavily over a heavy brow.  His jaw was square and powerful, but its firmness was saved from seeming absolutely cruel by the kindly lines of the mouth.  Not a feature of the man was unmarked by signs of keenness and strength.  You would not have chosen him for an enemy unless you happened to be a thought inexperienced.  This was Mr. Thomas Casely.  For fifty-four years he had dwelt in that house on the cliff-edge; his father still lived in one of the small cottages near by, and his grandfather and great-grandfather had spent their lives in the same village before him.  Probably the progenitors of the Caselys and the Ellingtons came over together on a thieving expedition, and, finding the natives of the region amenable to emphatic arguments, settled quietly and used their long vessels henceforth for comparatively honest purposes.

A deal of very curious talk is spent over the ancient Scandinavians who used to harry the peaceful farmers long ago.  We learn that these rapacious gentlemen were above all things “deep-thoughted,” and that they had rather fine notions about poetry and the future life.  They were, in short, a species of bloodthirsty AEsthetics.  Instead of devoting themselves to intense amours and sonnets, they were the Don Juans of Death, but in no other point did they differ materially from the cultured creature who lives up to his blue china.

This notion seems wrong.  From all observations, I should incline to say that the earliest Ellington who settled in England was a big ruffian who disliked work, and who had a sharp eye to business; whilst the earliest Caselys were probably thievish fellows, who loved moonless nights, and objected to the use of cold water.  Under the influence of softening generations, the Caselys and Ellingtons had dropped their predatory tendencies, and lived peaceful lives.  Furthermore, it is certain that the heartiest amity had prevailed between the houses for more years than I care to reckon.  Travel and town life had given polish to some of the aristocrats, and taught them to use reasonable haughtiness toward inferior creatures; but even a haughty greeting is better than a remonstrance delivered with a mace.  At any rate, all the Caselys were brought up to offer reverence to the Squire, and the tradition of mutual esteem and distant respect had never been broken.  A correct notion of the rights of labour had not been expounded anywhere near the estate, and the roughest fellow on Mr. Ellington’s land probably felt loyalty towards the Family.  This state of things cannot withstand the advance of culture for very long, but meantime it offers even unto this day an interesting specimen of ancient usage.