"More again, as I said, when, incolæ, inhabitants of Devon; but, most of all, men of Bideford School. Oh, renowned school! Oh, schoolboys ennobled by fellowship with him! Oh most happy pedagogue, to whom it has befallen to have chastised a circumnavigator, and, like another Chiron, trained another Hercules: yet more than Hercules, for he placed his pillars on the ocean shore, and then returned; but my scholar's voyage"
"Hark how the old fox is praising himself all along on the sly," said Cary.
"Mr. William, Mr. William, peace;—silentium, my graceless pupil. Urge the foaming steed, and strike terror into the rapid stag, but meddle not with matters too high for thee."
"He has given you the dor now, sir," said Lady Bath; "let the old man say his say."
"I bring, therefore, as my small contribution to this day's feast; first a Latin epigram, as thus"
"Latin? Let us hear it forthwith," cried my Lady.
And the old pedant mouthed out,—
"Torriguiam Tamaris ne spernat; Leighius addet
Mox terras terris, inclyte Drake, tuis."
"Neat, i' faith, la!" Whereon all the rest, as in duty bound, approved also.
"This for the erudite: for vulgar ears the vernacular is more consonant, sympathetic, instructive; as thus:—
"Famed Argo ship, that noble chip, by doughty Jason's steering,
Brought back to Greece the golden fleece, from Colchis home careering;
But now her fame is put to shame, while new Devonian Argo,
Round earth doth run in wake of sun, and brings a wealthier cargo."
"Runs with a right fa-lal-la," observed Cary; "and would go nobly to a fiddle and a big drum."
"Ye Spaniards, quake! our doughty Drake a royal swan is tested,
On wing and oar, from shore to shore, the raging main who breasted:—
But never needs to chant his deeds, like swan that lies a-dying,
So far his name by trump of fame, around the sphere is flying."
"Hillo ho! schoolmaster!" shouted a voice from behind; "move on, and make way for Father Neptune!" Whereon a whole storm of raillery fell upon the hapless pedagogue.
"We waited for the parson's alligator, but we warn't for your'n."
"Allegory! my children, allegory!" shrieked the man of letters
"What do ye call he an alligator for? He is but a poor little starved evat!"
"Out of the road, Old Custis! March on, Don Palmado!"
These allusions to the usual instrument of torture in west country schools made the old gentleman wince; especially when they were followed home by—
"Who stole Admiral Grenvile's brooms, because birch rods were dear?"
