The Little Schoolmaster Mark: A Spiritual RomanceShorthouse, J. H. (Joseph Henry)
Religion
The Little Schoolmaster Mark: A Spiritual Romance
Shorthouse, J. H. (Joseph Henry)
Fiction
A FEW days after this conversation there was a melancholy procession
down the village street. The Court Chaplain and the schoolmaster walked
first; the boy was crying bitterly. Then followed all the children of
the school, all weeping, and many peasant women, and two or three old
men. The Rector stood in a corner of the churchyard under a great walnut
tree and looked on. He did not weep. The Court Chaplain looked ashamed,
for all the people took this misfortune to be of his causing.
When they had gone some way out of the village the children stopped,
and, collecting into a little crowd, they wept more than ever. The
Chaplain turned round and waved his hand, but the little schoolmaster
was too troubled to take any farewell. He covered his face with his
hands and went on, weeping bitterly. At last they passed away out of
sight.
When they had gone on some distance, the boy became calmer; he took his
hands from his face, and looked up at the Chaplain through his tears.
"What am I to do when I come to the Prince, your Reverence?" he said.
"Thou must make a bow as best thou canst," said the other; "thou must
not speak till the Prince speaks to thee, and thou must say 'Highness'
sometimes, but not too often."
"How am I to tell when to say 'Highness' and when to forbear?" said the
boy.
"Ah! that I cannot tell thee. Thou must trust in God; He will show thee
when to say 'Highness' and when not."
They went forward in this way across the meadows, and through the
scattered forest for two leagues or more, in the mid-day heat. The boy
was not used to labour, and he grew very tired and unhappy. It seemed to
him that he was leaving behind all that was fair and true and beautiful,
and going to that which was false and garish and unkind. At last they
came to an open drive, or avenue of the forest, where great oaks were
growing. Some distance up the avenue they saw a high park pale
stretching away on either hand, and in the centre of the drive were
iron gates covered with gilt scrolls and letters. The Court Chaplain
pushed the gates open, and they went in.
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