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The season it was a hot summer turned sickly on a sudden. Dr. Ayloff was one of the first to go, with some affection of the muscles of the thorax, which took him painfully at night. And at many services the number of choirmen and boys was very thin. Meanwhile the pulpit had been done away with. Ayloff's protest.
His name was Ayloff, and his date the sixteenth century. Mrs. Partington had a surprise not wholly agreeable on that Christmas Eve. For at half-past three, just as the London evening was beginning to close in, her husband walked into the kitchen. She had seen nothing of him for six weeks, and had managed to get on fairly well without him.
When the jury had retired, and all the judges but one had left the bench until the jury should return, Anthony sat back in his place, his heart beating and his eyes looking restlessly now on the prisoners, now on the door where the jury had gone out, and now on Judge Ayloff, whom he knew a little, and who sat only a few feet away from him on one side.
But to him who is well acquainted with the history of this period, the habitual cruelty of the government will fully account for any particular act of severity; and it is only in cases of lenity, such as that of Cochrane, for instance, that he will look for some hidden or special motive. Ayloff, having in vain attempted to kill himself, was, like Cochrane, sent to London to be examined.
One or two gentlemen near him turned and looked, too, as the judge, still staring and growing a little pale, wiped the blood quickly away with the glove; but the fingers grew crimson again immediately. "'S'Body!" said Ayloff, half to himself; "'tis strange, there is no wound."
Of Matthews, Wade, and Ayloff, whose names are mentioned as having both joined the preliminary councils, and done actual service in the invasions, little is known by which curiosity could be either gratified or excited. Richard Rumbold, on every account, merits more particular notice.
With these resources, such as they were, ships and arms were provided, and Argyle sailed from Vly on the 2nd of May with three small vessels, accompanied by Sir Patrick Hume, Sir John Cochrane, a few more Scotch gentlemen, and by two Englishmen, Ayloff, a nephew by marriage to Lord Chancellor Clarendon, and Rumbold, the maltster, who had been accused of being principally concerned in that conspiracy which, from his farm in Essex, where it was pretended Charles II. was to have been intercepted in his way from Newmarket, and assassinated, had been called the Rye House Plot.
What reason could be given apart from the look of the thing?" "Reason! reason!" said old Dr. Ayloff; "if you young men if I may say so without any disrespect, Mr. Dean if you'd only listen to reason a little, and not be always asking for it, we should get on better. But there, I've said my say." The old gentleman hobbled off, and as it proved, never entered the Cathedral again.
Ayloff, among others, as we have seen the summer proved downright fatal, but even among the younger, few escaped either a sojourn in bed for a matter of weeks, or at the least, a brooding sense of oppression, accompanied by hateful nightmares. Gradually there formulated itself a suspicion which grew into a conviction that the alterations in the Cathedral had something to say in the matter.
Ayloff, you know it is in my power to pardon you, therefore say that which may deserve it:" to which Ayloff replied: "Though it is in your power, it is not in your nature to pardon."
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