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Henry Esmond; The English Humourists; The Four Georges

Chapter 4 I Am Placed Under A Popish Priest And Bred To That Religion.-Viscountess Castlewood

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in China or a victim on Tower Hill: for, in the few months they spent together at Castlewood, Mr. Holt obtained an entire mastery over the boy's intellect and affections; and had brought him t

and silence about him which increased the child's reverence for him, he won Harry's absolute fealty, and would have kept i

pil scarce ever shed more bitter tears in his life than he did for nights after the first parting with his dear friend, as he lay in the lonely chamber next to that which the father used to occupy. He and a few domestics were left as

was the chaplain's room; and next to this a small chamber where Father Holt had his books, and Harry Esmond his sleeping-closet. The side of the house facing the east had escaped the guns of the Cromwellians, whose battery was on the height facing the western court; so that this eastern end bore few marks of demolition, save in the chapel, where the painted windows surviving Edward the Sixth had been broke by the Commonwealth men. In Father Holt's time l

a hundred ugly names, who made nothing of boxing his ears-and tilting the silver basin in his face which it was his business to present to her after dinner. She hath repaired, by subsequent kindness to him, these severities, which it must be owned made his childhood very unhappy. She was but unhappy herself at this time, poor soul, and I suppose made her dependants lead her own sad life. I think my lord was as much afraid of her as her page was, and the only person of the household who mastered her was Mr. Holt. Harry wa

e would have left a parishioner's dying bed, if summoned to play a rubber with his patroness at Castlewood. Sometimes, when they were pretty comfortable together, my lord took a hand. Besides these my lady [pg 042] had her faithful poor Tusher, and one, two, three gentlewomen whom Harry Esmond could recollect in his time. They could not bear that genteel service very long; one after another tried and failed at it. These and the housekeeper, and little Harry Esmond, had a table of their own. Poor ladies! their life was far harde

ading. But he was averse to much study, and, as his

re his lord: and was growing to like him better daily, showing a special pleasure if Father Holt gave a good report of him, patting him on the head, and promising that he would provide for the boy. However, in my lady's presence, my lord showed no such marks of kindness, and affected to treat the

The bishops for ever!" "Down with the Pope!" "No Popery! no Popery! Jezebel, Jezebel!" so that my lord began to laugh, my lady's eyes [pg 043] to roll with anger, for she was as bold as a lioness, and feared nobody; whilst Mr. Holt, as Esmond saw from his place on the step, sank back with rather an alarmed f

m cheer and halloo the hounds very briskly, and his face (which was generally very yellow and calm) grow quite red and cheerful during a burst over the Downs after a hare, and laugh, and swear, and huzza at a

e was bidden, and the postboy that rode with the first pair (my lady always went with her coach-and-six) gav

lashed the man who would have taken hold of his horse, but a great cabbage came whirling like a bombshell into the carriage, at which my lord

not ten paces from the 'Bell' archway, where they c

you d-- little yelling Popish bastard," he [pg 044] said, and stooped to pick up another; the crowd had gathered quite between the horses and in the inn door by this time, and the coach was brought to a dead standstill. My lord jumped as br

ou attack children, and insult women? Fling another shot at that carriage, yo

ey knew him, and the saddler's man was a known

way, and let her ladyship's carriage pass." The men that were between the coach and the gate of the "Be

h had just rolled, another cry begins of "No Popery-no

agistrate of this county I'll commit you!" The fellow shrunk back, and my lord retreated with all the honours of the day. But when the little flurry caused b

wore upon occasions of state; and the gentlefolks came round and talked to my lord; and a judge [pg 045] in a red gown, who seemed a very great personage, especially complimented him and my lady, who was mighty grand. Harry remembers her train borne up by her gentlewoman. There was an assembly and ball at the great room at the "Bell", and other young gentlemen of the county families looked on as he did. One of the

nel Esmond in talking of him, for reasons which have been hinted already; but

h Tory and king's-man, as all the Esmonds were. He used to go to school to Dr. Tusher when he was at home, though the doctor was much occupied too. There was a great stir and commotion everywhere, even in the little quiet village of Castlewood, whither a party of people came from the town, who would have broken Ca

es was flying, the Dutchmen were coming; awful stories about them and th

ks to read, and no Father Holt to whip him, and a hundred childish pursuits

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1 Chapter 1 An Account Of The Family Of Esmond Of Castlewood Hall2 Chapter 2 Relates How Francis, Fourth Viscount, Arrives At Castlewood3 Chapter 3 Whither In The Time Of Thomas, Third Viscount, I Had Preceded Him As Page To Isabella4 Chapter 4 I Am Placed Under A Popish Priest And Bred To That Religion.-Viscountess Castlewood5 Chapter 5 My Superiors Are Engaged In Plots For The Restoration Of King James II6 Chapter 6 The Issue Of The Plots.-The Death Of Thomas, Third Viscount Of Castlewood; And The Imprisonment Of His Viscountess7 Chapter 7 I Am Left At Castlewood An Orphan, And Find Most Kind Protectors There8 Chapter 8 After Good Fortune Comes Evil9 Chapter 9 I Have The Small-Pox, And Prepare To Leave Castlewood10 Chapter 10 I Go To Cambridge, And Do But Little Good There11 Chapter 11 I Come Home For A Holiday To Castlewood, And Find A Skeleton In The House12 Chapter 12 My Lord Mohun Comes Among Us For No Good13 Chapter 13 My Lord Leaves Us And His Evil Behind Him14 Chapter 14 I Am In Prison, And Visited, But Not Consoled There15 Chapter 15 I Come To The End Of My Captivity, But Not Of My Trouble16 Chapter 16 I Take The Queen's Pay In Quin's Regiment17 Chapter 17 Recapitulations18 Chapter 18 I Go On The Vigo Bay Expedition, Taste Salt Water And Smell Powder19 Chapter 19 The 29th December20 Chapter 20 I Am Made Welcome At Walcote21 Chapter 21 Family Talk22 Chapter 22 I Make The Campaign Of 170423 Chapter 23 An Old Story About A Fool And A Woman24 Chapter 24 The Famous Mr. Joseph Addison25 Chapter 25 I Get A Company In The Campaign Of 170626 Chapter 26 I Meet An Old Acquaintance In Flanders, And Find My Mother's Grave And My Own Cradle There27 Chapter 27 The Campaign Of 1707, 170828 Chapter 28 I Come To An End Of My Battles And Bruises29 Chapter 29 I Go Home, And Harp On The Old String30 Chapter 30 A Paper Out Of The "Spectator"31 Chapter 31 Beatrix's New Suitor32 Chapter 32 Mohun Appears For The Last Time In This History33 Chapter 33 Poor Beatrix34 Chapter 34 I Visit Castlewood Once More35 Chapter 35 I Travel To France And Bring Home A Portrait Of Rigaud36 Chapter 36 The Original Of The Portrait Comes To England37 Chapter 37 We Entertain A Very Distinguished Guest At Kensington38 Chapter 38 Our Guest Quits Us As Not Being Hospitable Enough39 Chapter 39 A Great Scheme, And Who Balked It40 Chapter 40 August 1st, 1714