第36章

And there I found him-the boy soldier-in a kind of upper loft,so low that I could touch with my hands the sooty rafters;the floor was of rough boards,through the joints of which you could see the gleam of the soldiers'fire,and occasionally discern their figures as they moved about;in one corner was a camp bedstead,by the side of which hung the child's sword,gorget,and sash;a deal table stood in the proximity of the rusty grate,where smoked and smouldered a pile of black turf from the bog,-a deal table without a piece of baize to cover it,yet fraught with things not devoid of interest:a Bible,given by a mother;the ODYSSEY,the Greek ODYSSEY;a flute,with broad silver keys;crayons,moreover,and water-colours;and a sketch of a wild prospect near,which,though but half finished,afforded ample proof of the excellence and skill of the boyish hand now occupied upon it.

Ah!he was a sweet being,that boy soldier,a plant of early promise,bidding fair to become in after time all that is great,good,and admirable.I have read of a remarkable Welshman,of whom it was said,when the grave closed over him,that he could frame a harp,and play it;build a ship,and sail it;compose an ode,and set it to music.A brave fellow that son of Wales-but I had once a brother who could do more and better than this,but the grave has closed over him,as over the gallant Welshman of yore;there are now but two that remember him-the one who bore him,and the being who was nurtured at the same breast.He was taken,and I was left!

-Truly,the ways of Providence are inscrutable.

'You seem to be very comfortable,John,'said I,looking around the room and at the various objects which I have described above:'you have a good roof over your head,and have all your things about you.'

'Yes,I am very comfortable,George,in many respects;I am,moreover,independent,and feel myself a man for the first time in my life-independent did I say?-that's not the word,I am something much higher than that;here am I,not sixteen yet,a person in authority,like the centurion in the book there,with twenty Englishmen under me,worth a whole legion of his men,and that fine fellow Bagg to wait upon me,and take my orders.Oh!

these last six weeks have passed like hours of heaven.'

'But your time must frequently hang heavy on your hands;this is a strange wild place,and you must be very solitary?'

'I am never solitary;I have,as you see,all my things about me,and there is plenty of company below stairs.Not that I mix with the soldiers;if I did,good-bye to my authority;but when I am alone I can hear all their discourse through the planks,and Ioften laugh to myself at the funny things they say.'

'And have you any acquaintance here?'

'The very best;much better than the Colonel and the rest,at their grand Templemore;I had never so many in my whole life before.One has just left me,a gentleman who lives at a distance across the bog;he comes to talk with me about Greek,and the ODYSSEY,for he is a very learned man,and understands the old Irish,and various other strange languages.He has had a dispute with Bagg.On hearing his name,he called him to him,and,after looking at him for some time with great curiosity,said that he was sure he was a Dane.Bagg,however,took the compliment in dudgeon,and said that he was no more a Dane than himself,but a true-born Englishman,and a sergeant of six years'standing.'

'And what other acquaintance have you?'

'All kinds;the whole neighbourhood can't make enough of me.

Amongst others there's the clergyman of the parish and his family;such a venerable old man,such fine sons and daughters!I am treated by them like a son and a brother-I might be always with them if I pleased;there's one drawback,however,in going to see them;there's a horrible creature in the house,a kind of tutor,whom they keep more from charity than anything else;he is a Papist and,they say,a priest;you should see him scowl sometimes at my red coat,for he hates the king,and not unfrequently,when the king's health is drunk,curses him between his teeth.I once got up to strike him;but the youngest of the sisters,who is the handsomest,caught my arm and pointed to her forehead.'

'And what does your duty consist of?Have you nothing else to do than pay visits and receive them?'

'We do what is required of us,we guard this edifice,perform our evolutions,and help the excise;I am frequently called up in the dead of night to go to some wild place or other in quest of an illicit still;this last part of our duty is poor mean work,Idon't like it,nor more does Bagg;though without it we should not see much active service,for the neighbourhood is quiet;save the poor creatures with their stills,not a soul is stirring.'Tis true there's Jerry Grant.'

'And who is Jerry Grant?'

'Did you never hear of him?that's strange,the whole country is talking about him;he is a kind of outlaw,rebel,or robber,all three I daresay;there's a hundred pounds offered for his head.'

'And where does he live?'