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ed amid its ring of wind…clipt oaks; through the gray gateway into the homeclose; and then he pauses a moment to look around; first at the wide bay to the westward; with its southern wall of purple cliffs; then at the dim Isle of Lundy far away at sea; then at the cliffs and downs of Morte and Braunton; right in front of him; then at the vast yellow sheet of rolling sand…hill; and green alluvial plain dotted with red cattle; at his feet; through which the silver estuary winds onward toward the sea。 Beneath him; on his right; the Torridge; like a land…locked lake; sleeps broad and bright between the old park of Tapeley and the charmed rock of the Hubbastone; where; seven hundred years ago; the Norse rovers landed to lay siege to Kenwith Castle; a mile away on his left hand; and not three fields away; are the old stones of 〃The Bloody Corner;〃 where the retreating Danes; cut off from their ships; made their last fruitless stand against the Saxon sheriff and the valiant men of Devon。  Within that charmed rock; so Torridge boatmen tell; sleeps now the old Norse Viking in his leaden coffin; with all his fairy treasure and his crown of gold; and as the boy looks at the spot; he fancies; and almost hopes; that the day may come when he shall have to do his duty against the invader as boldly as the men of Devon did then。  And past him; far below; upon the soft southeastern breeze; the stately ships go sliding out to sea。  When shall he sail in them; and see the wonders of the deep?  And as he stands there with beating heart and kindling eye; the cool breeze whistling through his long fair curls; he is a symbol; though he knows it not; of brave young England longing to wing its way out of its island prison; to discover and to traffic; to colonize and to civilize; until no wind can sweep the earth which does not bear the echoes of an English voice。  Patience; young Amyas!  Thou too shalt forth; and westward ho; beyond thy wildest dreams; and see brave sights; and do brave deeds; which no man has since the foundation of the world。  Thou too shalt face invaders stronger and more cruel far than Dane or Norman; and bear thy part in that great Titan strife before the renown of which the name of Salamis shall fade away!

Mr。 Oxenham came that evening to supper as he had promised: but as people supped in those days in much the same manner as they do now; we may drop the thread of the story for a few hours; and take it up again after supper is over。

〃Come now; Dick Grenville; do thou talk the good man round; and I'll warrant myself to talk round the good wife。〃

The personage whom Oxenham addressed thus familiarly answered by a somewhat sarcastic smile; and; 〃Mr。 Oxenham gives Dick Grenville〃 (with just enough emphasis on the 〃Mr。〃 and the 〃Dick;〃 to hint that a liberty had been taken with him) 〃overmuch credit with the men。  Mr。 Oxenham's credit with fair ladies; none can doubt。 Friend Leigh; is Heard's great ship home yet from the Straits?〃

The speaker; known well in those days as Sir Richard Grenville; Granville; Greenvil; Greenfield; with two or three other variations; was one of those truly heroical personages whom Providence; fitting always the men to their age and their work; had sent upon the earth whereof it takes right good care; not in England only; but in Spain and Italy; in Germany and the Netherlands; and wherever; in short; great men and great deeds were needed to lift the mediaeval world into the modern。

And; among all the heroic faces which the painters of that age have preserved; none; perhaps; hardly excepting Shakespeare's or Spenser's; Alva's or Farina's; is more heroic than that of Richard Grenville; as it stands in Prince's 〃Worthies of Devon;〃 of a Spanish type; perhaps (or more truly speaking; a Cornish); rather than an English; with just enough of the British element in it to give delicacy to its massiveness。  The forehead and whole brain are of extraordinary loftiness; and perfectly upright; the nose long; aquiline; and delicately pointed; the mouth fringed with a short silky beard; small and ripe; yet firm as granite; with just pout enough of the lower lip to give hint of that capacity of noble indignation which lay hid under its usual courtly calm and sweetness; if there be a defect in the face; it is that the eyes are somewhat small; and close together; and the eyebrows; though delicately arched; and; without a trace of peevishness; too closely pressed down upon them; the complexion is dark; the figure tall and graceful; altogether the likeness of a wise and gallant gentleman; lovely to all good men; awful to all bad men; in whose presence none dare say or do a mean or a ribald thing; whom brave men left; feeling themselves nerved to do their duty better; while cowards slipped away; as bats and owls before the sun。  So he lived and moved; whether in the Court of Elizabeth; giving his counsel among the wisest; or in the streets of Bideford; capped alike by squire and merchant; shopkeeper and sailor; or riding along the moorland roads between his houses of Stow and Bideford; while every woman ran out to her door to look at the great Sir Richard; the pride of North Devon; or; sitting there in the low mullioned window at Burrough; with his cup of malmsey before him; and the lute to which he had just been singing laid across his knees; while the red western sun streamed in upon his high; bland forehead; and soft curling locks; ever the same steadfast; God…fearing; chivalrous man; conscious (as far as a soul so healthy could be conscious) of the pride of beauty; and strength; and valor; and wisdom; and a race and name which claimed direct descent from the grandfather of the Conqueror; and was tracked down the centuries by valiant deeds and noble benefits to his native shire; himself the noblest of his race。  Men said that he was proud; but he could not look round him without having something to be proud of; that he was stern and harsh to his sailors: but it was only when he saw in them any taint of cowardice or falsehood; that he was subject; at moments; to such fearful fits of rage; that he had been seen to snatch the glasses from the table; grind them to pieces in his teeth; and swallow them: but that was only when his indignation had been aroused by some tale of cruelty or oppression; and; above all; by those West Indian devilries of the Spaniards; whom he regarded (and in those days rightly enough) as the enemies of God and man。  Of this last fact Oxenham was well aware; and therefore felt somewhat puzzled and nettled; when; after having asked Mr。 Leigh's leave to take young Amyas with him and set forth in glowing colors the purpose of his voyage; he found Sir Richard utterly unwilling to help him with his suit。

〃Heyday; Sir Richard!  You are not surely gone over to the side of those canting fellows (Spanish Jesuits in disguise; every one of them; they are); who pretended to turn up their noses at Franky Drake; as a pirate; and be hanged to them?〃

〃My friend Oxenham;〃 answered he; in the sententious and measured style of the day; 〃I have always held; as you should know by this; that Mr。 Drake's booty; as well as my good friend Captain Hawkins's; is lawful prize; as being taken from the Spaniard; who is not only hostis humani generis; but has no right to the same; having robbed it violently; by torture and extreme iniquity; from the poor Indian; whom God avenge; as He surely will。〃

〃Amen;〃 said Mrs。 Leigh。

〃I say Amen; too;〃 quoth Oxenham; 〃especially if it please Him to avenge them by English hands。〃

〃And I also;〃 went on Sir Richard; 〃for the rightful owners of the said goods being either miserably dead; or incapable; by reason of their servitude; of ever recovering any share thereof; the treasure; falsely called Spanish; cannot be better bestowed than in building up the state of England against them; our natural enemies; and thereby; in building up the weal of the Reformed Churches throughout the world; and the liberties of all nations; against a tyranny more foul and rapacious than that of Nero or Caligula; which; if it be not the cause of God; I; for one; know not what God's cause is!〃  And; as he warmed in his speech; his eyes flashed very fire。

〃Hark now!〃 said Oxenham; 〃who can speak more

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