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A famine or an earthquake at a little distance appeared to him a puerile obstacle to put forward against his belief in the perfection of the planetary scheme; but when his eyes rested upon the martyred saintliness of Mrs. Gay's expression, he was conscious that his optimism tottered for an instant, and was almost overthrown.
We are all ready for "O rare Ben Jonson!" as we stand over the place where he was planted standing upright, as if he had been dropped into a post-hole. We remember too well the foolish and flippant mockery of Gay's "Life is a Jest."
I bought some potato salad and I have canned pineapple and sugar cookies." She dumped her work into a basket and flew round the dining room until she summoned Gaylord to join her in a meal laid out on the corner of a dingy luncheon table. The wine dulled Gay's appetite and Trudy's had been taken quite away by Beatrice's proposed visit.
But the ease went no further than the body, as witnessed the circumstances that his pipe was cold, the decanter tolerably full, and Mr. Gay's pleasant rhymes and quaint conceits of fancy all unheeded.
Culpable neglect, it may be added, was sometimes shown in the admission of jesting or profane epitaphs. The inscription on Gay's monument in Westminster Abbey is a well-known example. One other instance, in illustration, will be abundantly sufficient. Imagine the carelessness of supervision which could allow the following buffoonery to be set up in the cathedral churchyard of Winchester:
Gay's face flushed with pleasure, and, forgetting her errand, she impulsively stretched out a hand to each, and held them while she talked. "Oh, I'm so glad to meet you!" she cried. "I wish that I had known that you girls were here yesterday before papa left. He is Major Melville, and he was such a friend of your father's.
Carvel, too, had walked in Gray's Inn Gardens and met adventure at Fox Hall, and seen the great Marlborough himself. He had a fondness for Mr. Congreve's Comedies, many of which he had seen acted; and was partial to Mr. Gay's Trivia, which brought him many a recollection. He would also listen to Pope. But of the more modern poetry I think Mr. Gray's Elegy pleased him best.
"Dear, thoughtless Clara, to my verse attend, Believe for once the lover and the friend." So Gay's words were unheeded. A heavy step sounded on the sanded floor. A big man with features formed on an ample mould had entered. Gay was entranced by the singer and did not hear him. The newcomer stood silently behind the poet. He too, was listening intently. The girl's voice died into a cadence.
"I hope so. He must be made of sterner stuff than I think him, if I do not." "Well, we shall see." "Yes, we will. But good-bye; I must go to the mantua-maker's this morning, to complete my orders." After Melvina Felton had gone, Caroline Gay's manner changed a good deal.
We don't go on your place and you'd just as well take care to keep off ours." A frown contracted Gay's brow, while he glanced anxiously over his shoulder at the crooked path which led in the direction of the mill. "Do you mean to say that you object to my taking a stroll through your meadows?" he asked.
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