—suavis—largus—urbanus:—desideratissimus too, and no marvel!—nobili genere natus—and tam corpore quam vultus praeclarus!
It was a goodly list
that the schoolmaster muttered over, and when
it was done he would
add—“His very portrait, every line,
every
word of it!” And
then he would sigh.
Old as he was, the schoolmaster was not bearing testimony to the truth of the inscription as regarded the man he referred to; that Roger Beaufoy had gone back with all his virtues and his vices to the Maker of Souls long before the schoolmaster could read what had been written of him by the maker of epitaphs. It was to the character of another Roger—the great-grandson of this squire—that the old man adapted the graceful flattery of the epitaph. It fitted in every fold, and yet he sighed. For in this Roger, as in that, the sterner virtues were lacking. They had not even been supplied upon the marble, though that is a charity not uncommonly granted to the dead. But when the genial virtues abound, the world misses the others so little!
[Here the sheet of paper is torn, but from the words on the part left it is evident that there was a description of the frontispiece in the schoolmaster’s book. Apparently the subject of the picture was allegorical, and the figures of “monstrous beasts” were interspersed with “devices” and “scrolls with inscriptions,” together with figures]
of kneeling saints,
or pilgrims treading the Via Vitae with
sandalled shoes and
heavy staves; and between the lips of dolorous
faces in penal fires
issued the words O AEternitas! AEternitas!
All these things the schoolmaster duly interpreted, but the rest of the story he made up out of his own head, a custom which had this among other advantages, that the stories were not always the same, which they must have been had the good man been a merely fluent translator.
At the schoolmaster’s elbow nestled his little granddaughter. By herself she could not have secured so good a place, for she was fragile and very gentle, and most of the other children were rough and strong. “First come first served” was the motto of their play. First-come was served first because he helped himself, and the only exception to the rule was when Second-come happened to be stronger and