The story stuck to Lord Portsmouth for life. Nor did Prebendary Karslake fare much better. Karslake was a scholar, a good speaker, rector of two parishes, and Prebendary of Exeter Cathedral. He took pupils, and prepared them for Oxford. He was rural dean and inspector of schools, and also chairman of the quarter sessions, farmed largely, and was a keen, all-round sportsman, and very intimate with Newton Fellowes, wherefore Froude hated him.
It was at another farmers' dinner at the "George" that Froude left his mark upon him. Karslake was not present at this dinner.
Two farmers were engaged in dispute, and one said to the other: "I don't care for your opinion, for Mr. Karslake says otherwise, and he knows."
"What!" shouted Froude; "do 'ee quote that little Billy Karslake? He is no better than another—a stone jackass."
Then a dozen voices together asked: "Why is Parson Karslake like a stone jackass?"
"Well," said Froude, "'tis plain enough, surely. He ain't handsome, he ain't useful, he's main stupid, but he's gallous mischievous."
The nickname of the "stone jackass" stuck to the Prebendary for life. But worse treatment was in store for him.
He was a most active magistrate, and the date of the occurrence I am about to mention was somewhere between 1835 an d 1840, before the railways penetrated into the West Country.
It must be understood that Froude fascinated his neighbours, overawing them as a snake is said to fascinate a mouse. If he told them to do a thing, or to keep silent, he was obeyed. They dared not do otherwise.
