MISS SIBYL.Sir Peter Lely?
SIR PETER CHILLINGLY.That painter was not an Englishman. He was born in Westphalia, famous for hams. I confine my remarks to the children of our native land. I am aware that in foreign countries the name is not an extinguisher to the genius of its owner. But why? In other countries its sound is modified. Pierre Corneille was a great man; but I put it to you whether, had he been an Englishman, he could have been the father of European tragedy as Peter Crow?
MISS SIBYL.Sir Peter Lely?
SIR PETER CHILLINGLY.That painter was not an Englishman. He was born in Westphalia, famous for hams. I confine my remarks to the children of our native land. I am aware that in foreign countries the name is not an extinguisher to the genius of its owner. But why? In other countries its sound is modified. Pierre Corneille was a great man; but I put it to you whether, had he been an Englishman, he could have been the father of European tragedy as Peter Crow?
MISS SIBYL.Impossible!
MISS SALLY.He! he!
MISS MARGARET.There is nothing to laugh at, you giddy child!
SIR PETER.My son shall not be petrified into Peter.
MR. CHILLINGLY GORDON.If a man is such a fooland I dont say your son will not be a fool, Cousin Peteras to be influenced by the sound of his own name, and you want the booby to turn the world topsy-turvy, you had better call him Julius Caesar or Hannibal or Attila or Charlemagne.
SIR PETER, (who excels mankind in imperturbability of temper).On the contrary, if you inflict upon a man the burden of one of those names, the glory of which he cannot reasonably expect to eclipse or even to equal, you crush him beneath the weight. If a poet were called John Milton or William Shakspeare, he could not dare to publish even a sonnet. No: the choice of a name lies between the two extremes of ludicrous insignificance and oppressive renown. For this reason I have ordered the family pedigree to be suspended on yonder wall. Let us examine it with care, and see whether, among the Chillinglys themselves or their alliances, we can discover a name that can be borne with becoming dignity by the destined head of our housea name neither too light nor too heavy.
Sir Peter here led the way to the family treea goodly roll of parchment, with the arms of the family emblazoned at the top. Those arms were simple, as ancient heraldic coats are,three fishes argent on a field azure; the crest a mermaids head. All flocked to inspect the pedigree except Mr. Gordon, who resumed the Times newspaper.
I never could quite make out what kind of fishes these are, said the Rev. John Stalworth. They are certainly not pike which formed the emblematic blazon of the Hotofts, and are still grim enough to frighten future Shakspeares on the scutcheon of the Warwickshire Lucys.
I believe they are tenches, said Mr. Mivers. The tench is a fish that knows how to keep itself safe by a philosophical taste for an obscure existence in deep holes and slush.
SIR PETER.No, Mivers; the fishes are dace, a fish that, once introduced into any pond, never can be got out again. You may drag the water; you may let off the water; you may say, Those dace are extirpated,vain thought!the dace reappear as before; and in this respect the arms are really emblematic of the family. All the disorders and revolutions that have occurred in England since the Heptarchy have left the Chillinglys the same race in the same place. Somehow or other the Norman Conquest did not despoil them; they held fiefs under Eudo Dapifer as peacefully as they had held them under King Harold; they took no part in the Crusades, nor the Wars of the Roses, nor the Civil Wars between Charles the First and the Parliament. As the dace sticks to the water and the water sticks by the dace, so the Chillinglys stuck to the land and the land stuck by the Chillinglys. Perhaps I am wrong to wish that the new Chillingly may be a little less like a dace.
Oh! cried Miss Margaret, who, mounted on a chair, had been inspecting the pedigree through an eye-glass, I dont see a fine Christian name from the beginning, except Oliver.
SIR PETER.That Chillingly was born in Oliver Cromwells Protectorate, and named Oliver in compliment to him, as his father, born in the reign of James I., was christened James. The three fishes always swam with the stream. Oliver!Oliver not a bad name, but significant of radical doctrines.
Mr. MIVERS.I dont think so. Oliver Cromwell made short work of radicals and their doctrines; but perhaps we can find a name less awful and revolutionary.
I have it! I have it! cried the Parson. Here is a descent from Sir Kenelm Digby and Venetia Stanley. Sir Kenelm Digby! No finer specimen of muscular Christianity. He fought as well as he wrote; eccentric, it is true, but always a gentleman. Call the boy Kenelm!
A sweet name, said Miss Sibyl: it breathes of romance.
Sir Kenelm Chillingly! It sounds well,imposing! said Miss Margaret.
And, remarked Mr. Mivers, it has this advantagethat while it has sufficient association with honourable distinction to affect the mind of the namesake and rouse his emulation, it is not that of so stupendous a personage as to defy rivalry. Sir Kenelm Digby was certainly an accomplished and gallant gentleman; but what with his silly superstition about sympathetic powders, etc., any man nowadays might be clever in comparison without being a prodigy. Yes, let us decide on Kenelm.
Sir Peter meditated. Certainly, said he, after a pause, certainly the name of Kenelm carries with it very crotchety associations; and I am afraid that Sir Kenelm Digby did not make a prudent choice in marriage. The fair Venetia was no better than she should be; and I should wish my heir not to be led away by beauty but wed a woman of respectable character and decorous conduct.
Miss MARGARET.A British matron, of course!
THREE SISTERS (in chorus).Of course! of course!
But, resumed Sir Peter, I am crotchety myself, and crotchets are innocent things enough; and as for marriage the Baby cannot marry to-morrow, so that we have ample time to consider that matter. Kenelm Digby was a man any family might be proud of; and, as you say, sister Margaret, Kenelm Chillingly does not sound amiss: Kenelm Chillingly it shall be!
The Baby was accordingly christened Kenelm, after which ceremony its face grew longer than before.
CHAPTER V
BEFORE his relations dispersed, Sir Peter summoned Mr. Gordon into his library.
Cousin, said he, kindly, I do not blame you for the want of family affection, or even of humane interest, which you exhibit towards the New-born.
Blame me, Cousin Peter! I should think not. I exhibit as much family affection and humane interest as could be expected from me,circumstances considered.
I own, said Sir Peter, with all his wonted mildness, that after remaining childless for fourteen years of wedded life, the advent of this little stranger must have occasioned you a disagreeable surprise. But, after all, as I am many years younger than you, and in the course of nature shall outlive you, the loss is less to yourself than to your son, and upon that I wish to say a few words. You know too well the conditions on which I hold my estate not to be aware that I have not legally the power to saddle it with any bequest to your boy. The New-born succeeds to the fee-simple as last in tail. But I intend, from this moment, to lay by something every year for your son out of my income; and, fond as I am of London for a part of the year, I shall now give up my town-house. If I live to the years the Psalmist allots to man, I shall thus accumulate something handsome for your son, which may be taken in the way of compensation.
CHAPTER V
BEFORE his relations dispersed, Sir Peter summoned Mr. Gordon into his library.
Cousin, said he, kindly, I do not blame you for the want of family affection, or even of humane interest, which you exhibit towards the New-born.
Blame me, Cousin Peter! I should think not. I exhibit as much family affection and humane interest as could be expected from me,circumstances considered.
I own, said Sir Peter, with all his wonted mildness, that after remaining childless for fourteen years of wedded life, the advent of this little stranger must have occasioned you a disagreeable surprise. But, after all, as I am many years younger than you, and in the course of nature shall outlive you, the loss is less to yourself than to your son, and upon that I wish to say a few words. You know too well the conditions on which I hold my estate not to be aware that I have not legally the power to saddle it with any bequest to your boy. The New-born succeeds to the fee-simple as last in tail. But I intend, from this moment, to lay by something every year for your son out of my income; and, fond as I am of London for a part of the year, I shall now give up my town-house. If I live to the years the Psalmist allots to man, I shall thus accumulate something handsome for your son, which may be taken in the way of compensation.
Mr. Gordon was by no means softened by this generous speech. However, he answered more politely than was his wont, My son will be very much obliged to you, should he ever need your intended bequest. Pausing a moment, he added with a cheerful smile, A large percentage of infants die before attaining the age of twenty-one.
Nay, but I am told your son is an uncommonly fine healthy child.
My son, Cousin Peter! I was not thinking of my son, but of yours. Yours has a big head. I should not wonder if he had water in it. I dont wish to alarm you, but he may go off any day, and in that case it is not likely that Lady Chillingly will condescend to replace him. So you will excuse me if I still keep a watchful eye on my rights; and, however painful to my feelings, I must still dispute your right to cut a stick of the field timber.
That is nonsense, Gordon. I am tenant for life without impeachment of waste, and can cut down all timber not ornamental.
I advise you not, Cousin Peter. I have told you before that I shall try the question at law, should you provoke it, amicably, of course. Rights are rights; and if I am driven to maintain mine, I trust that you are of a mind too liberal to allow your family affection for me and mine to be influenced by a decree of the Court of Chancery. But my fly is waiting. I must not miss the train.
Well, good-by, Gordon. Shake hands.
Shake hands!of course, of course. By the by, as I came through the lodge, it seemed to me sadly out of repair. I believe you are liable for dilapidations. Good-by.