He came to Newbridge to study law, and soon developed a strange
faculty for debate. The first peculiarity was his name--which first
appeared and was always spelled, C. S. J. J. Tetherby in the catalogue,
despite the practice, which was to spell one’s name in full. Of
course, speculation was rife as to the meaning of this portentous
array of initials; and soon, after his way of talk was known, arose a
popular belief that they stood for nothing less than Charles Stuart
Jean Jacques. Nothing less would justify the intense leaning of his
mind, radical as it was, for all that was mystical, ideal, old. But
afterwards we learned that he had been so named by his curious father,
Colonel Sir John Jones, after a supposed loyalist ancestor, who had
flourished in the time of the Revolution, and had gone to Maine to get
away from it; Tetherby’s father being evidently under the impression
that the two titles formed a component part of the ancestor’s identity.
Rousseau Tetherby, as he continued to be called, was a tall, thin,
broad-shouldered fellow, of great muscular strength and yet with feeble
health, given to hallucinations and morbid imaginations which he would
recount to you in that deep monotone of twang that seemed only fit
to sell a horse in. The boys made fun of Tetherby; he bore it with a
splendid smile and a twinkle in his ice-blue eye, until one day it
went too far, and then he tackled the last offender and chucked him
off the boat-house float into the river. He would have rowed upon the
university crew, but that his digestion gave out; strong as he was in
mind and body, nothing, that went for the nutrition and fostering of
life, was well with him. Such men as he are repellent to the sane, and
are willed by the world to die alone.
* * * * *
Some one on that night, I remember, had said something derogatory about
Goethe’s theory of colors. A dry subject, an abstruse subject, a
useless subject--as one might think--but it roused Tetherby to sudden
fury. He made a vehement defence of the great poet-philosopher against
the dry, barren mathematics of the Newtonian science.
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