Theodore Buckley: The History of a Certain Grammar-School
First published in "Household Words", Volume III, Magazine 72, 9 August 1851, Pages: 457-461
A good many hundred years ago, a knight, named Sir Badlot de Seampiers, ate, drank, and slept, in a castle which bore the family name. He was the admiration of the Court, whose members generally were, like himself, the terror of vassals with wives or daughters. He would have been excommunicated, had his private confessor been less fond of good living.
Sir Badlot lived a mighty pleasant life of its kind. Between making love in a very free fashion, hawking, hunting, dancing, getting drunk every night or morning, as the case might be, occasionally saying his prayers, and now and then witnessing the execution of one of his tenants for stealing some article above the value of tenpence halfpenny, his time was always tolerably occupied. His virtues were much the same as his vices. He was very hospitable, because he couldn't bear drinking alone. He was extremely liberal to people who pleased him, but scandal said that his liberality came out of the pockets of people who didn't please him. He was thoroughly brave, because he was always either in a cruel or a drunken humour — two states which perhaps resemble each other, more closely than is commonly supposed.
But there is an end to all things, and, as Voltaire somewhere says, "if people don't leave off their vices, their vices leave them in the lurch," The time came when Sir Badlot was no longer a young man. As his life had always been spent in the profitable way we have described, his constitution began to appeal most pathetically to his feelings. In fact, the knight was "breaking fast," and people said so — behind his back.
Like the generality of people who have lived a highly moral and regular life, Sir Badlot could not bear the idea of being ill. If he felt more than usually fatigued after hunting, he simply cursed his horse, and kicked his groom, or squire, or any one else, who happened to be at hand. If he felt the consequences of one night's potations rather inconveniently, he got drunk again, in order to get over the inconvenience of thinking about it. In short, the knight got thinner, paler, more romantic in appearance, and less so in practice, every day of his life. People began to speculate on the probability of his large estates changing hands; and, as the knight possessed no issue whose names were likely to appear in his will, they hoped for some milder occupant of the Seampiers property.
It is almost unnecessary to observe that the priest and father confessor, or ghostly adviser of Sir Badlot de Seampiers also acted as his bodily physician. As the knight had never been ill beyond an occasional fever from over- drinking and over-feeding, the simple expedient of "bleeding," in more senses than one, answered, at first, tolerably well. In fact, by really curing the knight from one or two such attacks, by never interfering with his pleasures, and by enforcing the most severe and arbitrary code of morality upon everybody else, Father Blazius de St. Erysipelas had gained a tolerable influence over Sir Badlot, and had already, in imagination, constituted himself Prior of a monastery to be endowed in a princely manner at the knight's expense.
To his confessor, then, went Sir Badlot, with a pitiful list of sufferings. His head ached, his back ached, his feet ached, his chest ached, his shoulders ached, his stomach ached; his eyes were dim, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were filled with black spots, his eyes were unsteady; he had no appetite, no digestion, no relish, When he swore, he didn't seem to enjoy it; when he was drunk, he was not jolly; when the last execution of a peasant for deer-stealing took place, he felt so indifferent about it, that he absolutely stayed at home, and went to bed early.
This was a sad state of things. To be sure, if the knight had already left his money to found the convent, it wouldn't have much mattered.
His body would have been quite as well out of the way, and a few masses would have provided for the rest of him. But, as it unfortunately happened, Sir Badlot had done no such thing. Perhaps he thought that a little uncertainty on that head might promote the certainty of his own longevity.
But the saddest thing of all was, that the knight absolutely began to talk about his conscience, At the first mention of the word, the confessor nearly fainted; at the second, he nearly burst out laughing; at the third, he felt utterly at a loss what to do or say. He had had to do with consciences, no doubt, but they were consciences without lands or title, Xow, Sir Badlot's conscience was a thing of infant growth, and between his fears of its expiring of its own accord, and his doubts as to the means of fostering and promoting its development, Father Blazius felt, logically speaking, on the horns of a dilemma.
Had times and men been different, the worthy father would probably have prescribed change of scene, light and nutritive diet, old Jacob Townsend's compound infusion of sarsaparilla, and Mahommed's bath. For an obvious chronological reason, the two latter remedies were impracticable, and even Peruvian bark was not yet known. As far as the knight's conscience went, a little quiet meditative reading might have answered, But Sir Badlot's education had been rather neglected, and he couldn't read — without spelling all the little words and skipping all the big ones.
Plainly perceiving that the knight had now only powers enough for one vice at a time, Father Blazius thought that fighting would be, perhaps, the least destructive, and suggested a pilgrimage which was likely to be attended with some "rough service," He gave so many good reasons for it, that the knight eagerly embraced the proposal, and, on the strength of the satisfaction it afforded to his conscience and constitution, got frantically drunk that very evening, and horsewhipped one of his huntsmen, the next morning — both with great relish.
We will not detail the particulars of our knight's pilgrimage. We will pass over all the hair's-breadth escapes, melancholy confinements, and miraculous adventures he encountered during his religious trip. We merely beg our readers to put together all that they ever read in Sir John Mandeville, Amadis de Gaul, and Scott's novels, and to believe that the sum total falls far short of the adventures of Sir Bad- lot, in the course of his visit to the tomb of Saint Costa-di-monga.
But it undoubtedly had a splendid effect in restoring his health. Whether it was that he was often compelled to ride, day after day, through places where a public-house — we mean an hostelry — was an impossibility; whether the amusement of spearing infidels acted as a tonic and agreeable stimulant, coupled with the noble consciousness of doing his duty; whether or no, he was so restored in mental and bodily vigour, that he returned to his own country quite a new man, bringing with him the wife of an Italian Baron, whom he had killed in single combat.
Sir Badlot had made a great mistake in killing this Italian Baron, or at all events in marrying his widow. The lady was a strong-minded woman, and desperately religious. He found himself literally nobody in his own house. His drinking and swearing were interdicted; the place was filled with monks of all denominations; often, when he wanted his breakfast, he was quietly informed that his lady was with her confessor, and had got the keys. As to Father Blazius, he seemed quite happy, was constantly with the Lady de Seampiers, and troubled himself very little about his former patient. The knight was dragged to prayers at all manner of strange times, and if he demurred, his better half resented his conduct by praying aloud in bed, which the knight found more cruel than the worst curtain lecture. In a word, Sir Badlot de Seampiers was now expiating his former sins.
A few years rolled on; they had no children; Sir Badlot found himself sinking fast. Unhappy at home, and unable to stir out, taunted with the idle remembrances of a past life disgracefully spent, and just awakening to a real and terrible consciousness of the future, Sir Badlot sought to stifle his memory with extensive donations, and to compensate for a whole life of practical blasphemy by abject displays of attrition, contrition, and other degrees of priest-enjoined penance.
The sudden loss of his lady might, at an earlier period, have resuscitated the failing spirits of Sir Badlot, but he was now too far gone to feel even that relief. Father Blazius managed everything, and when the last day of the poor sinner's life had closed, when the halls of the Castle de Seampiers were filled with mournful hangings, and with vassals whose sad countenances were but doubtful representatives of their real thoughts, there was a grand assemblage of the monks of the new order of Saint Costa-di-Monga, and no one felt surprised at finding that the whole of the knight's immense domain was given up to that worthy fraternity.
We must pass over a long interval, during which a magnificent abbey rose upon the Seampiers estate: in the noblest chapel of which, was a sumptuous monument to the memory of the knight and his wife, whose effigies lay side by side in greater harmony than the originals had ever enjoyed. Allegorical representations, in that peculiar style of art which we hope will be henceforth confined to tombstones, told of the valiant deeds of Sir Badlot in the cause of Christianity, and a most appropriately extensive "brass" detailed his virtues and accomplishments.
Abbeys, like the knights and kings who found them, have an end, A certain king, taking a violent fancy to the rich estates of the order of Saint Costa-di-Monga, pillaged its chapels of everything that could be turned into money; leaving only the relics of a few saints, which were not convertible into cash — the monks — and the empty building, A few years afterwards, when the Order had somewhat recovered this shock, a party of drunken soldiers, not being able to force their entrance for a similar purpose, set fire to the building, burnt out the monks, and left nothing but roofless walls, and a few monuments.
Various persecutions and misfortunes gradually reduced the wealthy order of Saint Costa to a poor, persecuted, and much worthier, company of brethren. At length, everything connected with the Abbey of Saint Costa-di-Monga was forgotten, except some ghastly ruins, and some very indistinct parchments.
But, land is land, and the lands of the Seampiers estate were more productive than ever, though no one knew what claim half the present possessors had to them, A celebrated king, however, rewarded one of his nobles — who had been engaged in some negotiations with the Papal See, relative to a "delicate affair" in which his royal master was concerned — with the lion's share of this noble domain.
The whole system of things was changed, "Sir Xieholas Garter, and Dorothy, his wife," (as they are called in a dirty white inscription on two by no means complimentary portraits which hang in the Chapter-House), were as good people as you would desire to see. Mythology has placed the date of the Golden Age in the earliest years of the world. It was otherwise with the quondam Seampiers estates, for they had never known such good times as the present. Superstition was fast yielding to the enlightenment of a religion purged from its effects; the tenantry were prosperous and unmolested, and felt their own interest and affections bound up with that of their noble master. Meanwhile, ecclesiastical affairs had been gradually restored to a better footing. The ruined Abbey of Saint Costa was partly repaired, partly rebuilt, and abundantly endowed with lands in various parts of the kingdom. Sir Xieholas Garter had taken a prominent part in the work of restoration, and the now Cathedral church was provided with a complete "foundation."
Although learning was at a low ebb, as far as general improvement was concerned, the barbarous systems of the trivium and quadrivium had given way, and some notion of an useful education paved the way to the endowment of schools. In the present instance, provision was made for the instruction of a certain number of clerks in "all manner of good and profitable learning," as well as for the maintenance and education of several poor boys on a humbler footing, We need not trouble our readers with an account of the precise items left for each purpose, whether ecclesiastical or scholastic. Suffice it to say, that, compared with the modern standard, it seemed ludicrously low, and highly suggestive of the times when a large pig was sold for fourpenee, a goose for threehalfpenee, and an ox for six and threepence.
But the growth of population, the consequent growth of houses, and the proportionate increase in the value of property, gradually produced great and pleasant effects on the pockets of the Reverend the Dean and Chapter of St. Roehford de Tamesis, (such was the name which had displaced St. Costa-di-Monga), Fields and swamps became parishes; profitable leases were granted where turnips had grown; rich ready- money fines and compensations, occasional bequests, and an unremitting attention to the improvement of the property, united in rendering the Cathedral foundation of St, Roehford de Tamesis one of the richest throughout the kingdom.
The Dean and Canons of this ecclesiastical golden egg had certainly no reason to find fault with its hatching. Most of them were men of family, either possessing private property, or holding some rich living or livings jointly with their stalls. People wondered how it was that the Cathedral itself was in bad repair, that scarcely half its space was available for purposes of worship, and that the surrounding neighbourhood was neglected, dirty, and unhealthy, or was this the only matter of wonder. The service within the Cathedral was negligently performed. One or two of the canons might be there, it is true; but the service was read by the chaplain, who had unaccountably supplanted the "minor canons" mentioned in the original statutes. The choir had been clumsily partitioned off, and was ill-adapted for hearing. The organist, whose salary was absurdly low, wisely left the weekly duty to an indifferent deputy, and paid attention to the more lucrative office of giving lessons at fashionable ladies' schools. Grievance upon grievance began to develop itself, Augustus Fresco, Esq., R.A., rashly ventured to attempt sketching a picturesque portion of the Cathedral, and was ushered out of the place by the verger. On making inquiries at the Deanery, he was patronised by the footman, and treated rudely by the butler. Forgetting that a private introduction would have smoothed all difficulties, or perhaps thinking that public buildings ought to be open to the professors of Art without any such interest, Mr, Augustus Fresco wrote a spirited and sarcastic letter to the "Times" on the subject; the "Times" followed up the matter with a leading article; and the Rev. Mildred Hamperehureh, Canon and Sub-Dean of St. Roehford, who had purchased Mr, Fresco's last masterpiece of "St, George and the Dragon," felt really vexed, and wrote a polite note to the artist, begging him to consider the Sub-Deanery as his own residence should he again favour the antiquities of St, Roehford with a visit, Mr, Augustus Fresco replied in an equal spirit of complaisance, and dedicated a treatise on "Mediawal Perspective" to the Very Rev. the Sub-Dean of St. Roehford, M.R.S.A., F.R.S., F.S.A., D.D. (by Royal Letters Patent), Corresponding Member of the Cologne Cathedral Finishing Society, &e., &e.
All the dissatisfactions arising from the mismanagement of the affairs of St. Roehford were not adjusted in so amicable a manner. Disputes about church-rates, in which the parishioners claimed assistance from the Chapter, and in which the Chapter more positively than politely refused to render assistance, led to angry disputes between active churchwardens, and vicars who had little interest in their parishes. Complaints respecting the neglected condition of the streets, and respecting the character of their inhabitants immediately in the neighbourhood of the Cathedral, led to sarcastic remarks in popular journals. People began to talk about Church Reform, and the Chapter of St. Roehford, in disagreeable connection. The abuses were, nevertheless, not sufficiently individual in their tendency to be readily tangible; nor was there any offence so glaring as to compromise a party of men, whose position and character in society, and whose known abilities, generally placed them beyond the reach of reproach.
At length, however, came an awkward event, with which the tranquil security of the St. Roehford Chapter might fairly be considered at an end. The head-master of the foundation school died, and a successor to his duties and emoluments was found without much difficulty.
At first, everything went on admirably, Mr, Hardhead was an excellent scholar, a firm, but gentlemanly disciplinarian, and took an enthusiastic interest in his occupation. Two or three promising boys got open scholarships in colleges of high standing; and, to do the Dean and Chapter justice, they evinced a kindly disposition towards the deserving scholars, and rendered much substantial assistance towards their future career. But the Rev. Adolphus Hardhead was not merely a scholar and a schoolmaster, He had fought his way against disadvantages, had gained moderate independence by the fruits of early exertions and constant, but by no means sordid, economy; and, while disinterested enough to undervalue abundance, was too wise not to know the value of money. He was an undoubted finaneialist, and never gave a farthing without doing real good, because he always ascertained the purpose and probable effect of his charity beforehand. While he cautiously shunned the idle and undeserving, he would work like a slave, with and for those who would work for themselves; he would smooth the way for those who had in the first instance been their own pioneers, and would help a man who had once been successful, to attain a yet greater success.
With such a disposition, it was not unnatural that the financial state of the school should attract the notice of its new superintendent. In the first place, the school-room forms were rickety, the desks and "lockers" generally hung from one hinge instead of two, and the quantity of fancy drawings and inscriptions with which the wainscoting was decorated, displayed a greater amount of eccentricity than was warranted by the reputation hitherto achieved by the wits of the school. The great bed-room, or, more classically speaking, the "dormitory," was ill ventilated, and the roof and gutters thoroughly out of repair, A dining-room, said to have been allotted to the chorister boys, was not to be found at all, though some old people rather thought the site was occupied by one of the canons' stables, There was no separate schoolmaster for the choristers, though one was mentioned in the statutes; but a little careless tuition was bestowed upon them by one of the chaplains, who received an additional forty pounds a year for his trouble.
The most serious mischief of all, was an unaccountable increase in the incomes of the Dean and Chapter, and a most extraordinary stagnation and stand-still in the funds allotted to the scholars. As to the "poor boys" mentioned in the statute, they appeared to have no existence, Nevertheless, Mr, Hardhead well knew that, as the funds were derived from a common source, the circumstances which had benefited and increased the incomes of one party, ought to have had a proportionate influence upon all alike. Day after day did he spend in the cathedral library, raking up dry details respecting estates, mortgages, rentals, and endowments, Volume after volume of the driest and most tedious details did this indefatigable searcher after truth turn over, common-place, transcribe, and compare, Masses of acts of parliament, quires of contradictions, and folios of opinions, failed even to tire his assiduity. Journey after journey did he take, authority upon authority did he consult, opinion upon opinion did he take, until he had made out what he considered a sufficiently clear case. This found, he was too practical to remain long without coming to the matter at once. Too wise to ask for all at once, Mr. Hardhead began with complaints relative to the state of the sehoolhouse. He met with the answer he had expected. The Dean and Chapter expressed their willingness to head a subscription towards the necessary repairs, but cautiously avoided allowing that there was any claim which they were bound to recognise. This was a bad beginning, and the Head Master could clearly perceive that even this moderate demand had stirred up a considerable amount of ill-will and vexation.
But, when a letter, drawn up with legal minuteness, and displaying a most disagreeable knowledge of disagreeable facts, was laid before the Chapter, calling upon them to augment sundry scholarships, which had remained at their original almost nothingness, to restore the foundation provided for the education of "poor boys," and to refund a large sum of money which had evidently been distributed in a manner contrary to the letter or spirit of the founder's will, they were perfectly overcome with astonishment at the audacity of their Head Master,
The Reverend Blair Vorax nodded distantly to the Reverend Mr, Hardhead the next morning, observing that "he was sorry that he (the Reverend Mr, Hardhead) had thought fit to address such a letter to the members of the Chapter, but that he (the Reverend Mr. H.) knew his own affairs best," &e., &e.
The Reverend Michael Place, who had always been boisterously friendly, and was very hoity-toity in speech, spoke somewhat as follows:
"Yes! Ah! Humph! Well! Ah! That letter of yours — well! great pity — very sorry, hem! you know best. Yes! good morning,"
The Very Reverend the Dean, simply wrote as follows:
"The Dean of St, Roehford informs the Rev. Mr. Hardhead that the Chapter of St. Roehford are not in the habit of consulting the Head Master of St. Roehford's Grammar School as to the employment and distribution of the cathedral property.
The Rev. A. Hardhead"
Mr. Hardhead knew too much of human nature in general, and ecclesiastical human nature in particular, to entertain any expectation of success by such simple measures as he had already adopted, A pamphlet accordingly soon made its appearance, bearing the title of "On the present Application of the Endowments of Grammar Schools, with Hints towards establishing a Committee of Inquiry on this important Subject," The press took the alarm, the pamphlet was reviewed, quoted, parodied, bullied, abused, praised, and puffed in every possible manner. But, the Dean and Chapter of St. Roehford bitterly lamented their want of common sense, in suffering such details to become public, and would gladly have reconsidered the proposals which had elicited their angry reply.
We will not detail how many private and public bickerings took place on the subject, how many ingenious attempts were made to ruin the enterprising clergyman who had started the inquiry, how they were rebutted by his conscientious and well-directed energy. The press began to get more unanimous in denouncing the Dean and Chapter of St. Roehford de Tamesis; the Bishop, who had claimed the prerogative of being the only man justified in interfering in the matter, and who had refused to interfere at all, shrunk under the wincing attacks of Sir Reuben Paul in "the House;" and the Reverend Mr, Hardhead was promoted by a Cabinet Minister to a living of great value, which, while it rendered him independent of the Chapter of St. Roehford, gave him a position which lent additional weight to his attacks.
And yet, we lament to say, things are still in the same condition. One of the canons is employed in getting his house in order to rebuild the interior in a modern and elegant style; another of them has gone to live in Italy, and if Italy fails, will try Madeira, for the benefit of his health. The Reverend Arthur Rose, chaplain, has thrown up his situation in order to better himself, having obtained an under-mastership, worth £100 a year, and having suffered much from acute bronchitis in consequence of his lodgings overlooking a damp and often inundated meadow. Young Pegasus, one of the most promising boys at St, Roehford, has just taken a double first at the university, but is somewhat hampered with debts. He is not an expensive youth, but his scholarship is so very small in value, that, even with the occasional five pounds sent him by his former kind master, he can hardly make both ends meet.
The last we heard of the affairs of St. Roehford was a few months ago, when much as we lamented the reason for the remark, we could not help admiring the cautious common sense that dictated it, A pleasant old gentleman, whose fortune was of his own getting, avowed to us his intention of leaving a handsome property to be devoted to the improvement of a Church of England school, and a Methodist training academy. We expressed some surprise at the apparent incongruity of the two objects of his charity.
"I have left my money in such a manner," he replied, "that the party who is guilty of misaplication of the funds, will be held accountable to the other, and the money will consequently be forfeited. Thus, each board of trustees will act as a restraint upon the other, and I may hope that the intended good will be realised. Furthermore, I have made a proportionate, not a positive, scale of salaries and bounties, that all may benefit alike by the increase, and that none may unduly suffer by the falling off of the means placed at their disposal,"
We thought this a good idea; and yet we grieved to think that religious differences should be thought the only security for the UNITY OF CHARITY.