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After his death he was worshipped as the God of agriculture and war by the Cumry and the Gauls. The Germans paid him divine honours under the name of Heus, from which name the province of Hesse in which there was a mighty temple devoted to him, derived its appellation. The Scandinavians worshipped him under the name of Odin and Gautr, the latter word a modification of Cadarn or mighty.
But all my father ever said, to evince pride of ancestry, was in honor of William Caxton, citizen and printer in the reign of Edward IV., Clarum et venerabile nomen! an ancestor a man of letters might be justly vain of. "Heus," said my father, stopping short, and lifting his eyes from the Colloquies of Erasmus, "salve multum, jucundissime."
"Heus Domine!" cried Vincent: "how long have you learnt to read Cicero, and talk about the mind?" "Ah," said I, "I am perhaps less ignorant than I affect to be: it is now my object to be a dandy; hereafter I may aspire to be an orator a wit, a scholar, or a Vincent. You will see then that there have been many odd quarters of an hour in my life less unprofitably wasted than you imagine."
My readers maybe will grumble that it omits to tell what they would first choose to learn: the reason why he had exchanged fame and the world for a Cornish exile. But as yet he only and perhaps my uncle Gervase, who kept the accounts held the key to that secret. "Heus Rogere! fer caballos; Eja, nunc eamus!" Domum. Another fable improved on this by chaining him to a tree.
"How excellently well met. Heus! Phaon, bring your boatmen, quick! Not an instant to lose!" "Pity! mercy!" gasped Cornelia, "I will do anything for you, but spare him;" and she made as if to fall on her knees before Ahenobarbus. "Girl!" Drusus had never spoken in that way to her before; his tones were cold as ice. "Go into the house! Your place is not here.
"Heus Domine!" cried Vincent: "how long have you learnt to read Cicero, and talk about the mind?" "Ah," said I, "I am perhaps less ignorant than I affect to be: it is now my object to be a dandy; hereafter I may aspire to be an orator a wit, a scholar, or a Vincent. You will see then that there have been many odd quarters of an hour in my life less unprofitably wasted than you imagine."
But all my father ever said, to evince pride of ancestry, was in honor of William Caxton, citizen and printer in the reign of Edward IV., Clarum et venerabile nomen! an ancestor a man of letters might be justly vain of. "Heus," said my father, stopping short, and lifting his eyes from the Colloquies of Erasmus, "salve multum, jucundissime."
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