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第111章

HOW THE GOLDEN HIND CAME HOME AGAIN

"The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave;For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave."CAMPBELL.

So you see, my dear Mrs.Hawkins, having the silver, as your own eyes show you, beside the ores of lead, manganese, and copper, and above all this gossan (as the Cornish call it), which I suspect to be not merely the matrix of the ore, but also the very crude form and materia prima of all metals--you mark me?--If my recipes, which I had from Doctor Dee, succeed only half so well as I expect, then I refine out the luna, the silver, lay it by, and transmute the remaining ores into sol, gold.Whereupon Peru and Mexico become superfluities, and England the mistress of the globe.Strange, no doubt; distant, no doubt: but possible, my dear madam, possible!""And what good to you if it be, Mr.Gilbert? If you could find a philosopher's stone to turn sinners into saints, now--but naught save God's grace can do that; and that last seems ofttimes over long in coming." And Mrs.Hawkins sighed.

"But indeed, my dear madam, conceive now.--The Comb Martin mine thus becomes a gold mine, perhaps inexhaustible; yields me wherewithal to carry out my North-West patent; meanwhile my brother Humphrey holds Newfoundland, and builds me fresh ships year by year (for the forests of pine are boundless) for my China voyage.""Sir Humphrey has better thoughts in his dear heart than gold, Mr.

Adrian; a very close and gracious walker he has been this seven year.I wish my Captain John were so too.""And how do you know I have naught better in my mind's eye than gold? Or, indeed, what better could I have? Is not gold the Spaniard's strength--the very mainspring of Antichrist? By gold only, therefore, can we out-wrestle him.You shake your head, but say, dear madam (for gold England must have), which is better, to make gold bloodlessly at home, or take it bloodily abroad?""Oh, Mr.Gilbert, Mr.Gilbert! is it not written, that those who make haste to be rich, pierce themselves through with many sorrows?

Oh, Mr.Gilbert! God's blessing is not on it all.""Not on you, madam? Be sure that brave Captain John Hawkins's star told me a different tale, when I cast his nativity for him.--Born under stormy planets, truly, but under right royal and fortunate ones.""Ah, Mr.Adrian! I am a ****** body, and you a great philosopher, but I hold there is no star for the seaman like the Star of Bethlehem; and that goes with 'peace on earth and good will to men,' and not with such arms as that, Mr.Adrian.I can't abide to look upon them."And she pointed up to one of the bosses of the ribbed oak-roof, on which was emblazoned the fatal crest which Clarencieux Hervey had granted years before to her husband, the "Demi-Moor proper, bound.""Ah, Mr.Gilbert! since first he went to Guinea after those poor negroes, little lightness has my heart known; and the very day that that crest was put up in our grand new house, as the parson read the first lesson, there was this text in it, Mr.Gilbert, 'Woe to him that buildeth his house by iniquity, and his chambers by wrong.

Shalt thou live because thou closest thyself in cedar?' And it went into my ears like fire, Mr.Gilbert, and into my heart like lead; and when the parson went on, 'Did not thy father eat and drink, and do judgment and justice? Then it was well with him,' Ithought of good old Captain Will; and--I tell you, Mr.Gilbert, those negroes are on my soul from morning until night! We are all mighty grand now, and money comes in fast, but the Lord will require the blood of them at our hands yet, He will!""My dearest madam, who can prosper more than you? If your husband copied the Dons too closely once or twice in the matter of those negroes (which I do not deny,) was he not punished at once when he lost ships, men, all but life, at St.Juan d'Ulloa?""Ay, yes," she said; "and that did give me a bit of comfort, especially when the queen--God save her tender heart!--was so sharp with him for pity of the poor wretches, but it has not mended him.

He is growing fast like the rest now, Mr.Gilbert, greedy to win, and niggardly to spend (God forgive him!) and always fretting and plotting for some new gain, and envying and grudging at Drake, and all who are deeper in the snare of prosperity than he is.Gold, gold, nothing but gold in every mouth--there it is! Ah! I mind when Plymouth was a quiet little God-fearing place as God could smile upon: but ever since my John, and Sir Francis, and poor Mr.

Oxenham found out the way to the Indies, it's been a sad place.

Not a sailor's wife but is crying 'Give, give,' like the daughters of the horse-leech; and every woman must drive her husband out across seas to bring her home money to squander on hoods and farthingales, and go mincing with outstretched necks and wanton eyes; and they will soon learn to do worse than that, for the sake of gain.But the Lord's hand will be against their tires and crisping-pins, their mufflers and farthingales, as it was against the Jews of old.Ah, dear me!"The two interlocutors in this dialogue were sitting in a low oak-panelled room in Plymouth town, handsomely enough furnished, adorned with carving and gilding and coats of arms, and noteworthy for many strange knickknacks, Spanish gold and silver vessels on the sideboard; strange birds and skins, and charts and rough drawings of coast which hung about the room; while over the fireplace, above the portrait of old Captain Will Hawkins, pet of Henry the Eighth, hung the Spanish ensign which Captain John had taken in fair fight at Rio de la Hacha fifteen years before, when, with two hundred men, he seized the town in despite of ten hundred Spanish soldiers, and watered his ship triumphantly at the enemy's wells.

The gentleman was a tall fair man, with a broad and lofty forehead, wrinkled with study, and eyes weakened by long poring over the crucible and the furnace.