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All sorts of queer things were mixed up with it hunting cries, bits of songs, invectives against Hanoverians and Dissenters, and I scarcely know what else. "Who is that wretched creature?" whispered Flora to me. I had recognised the voice, and was able to answer. "It is Mr Bagnall," said I, "the vicar of Dornthwaite." "A minister!" was Flora's answer, in an indescribable tone.
And I never saw a Presbyterian minister, nor indeed a minister of any sort. I do hope my Uncle Drummond will not be like Mr Bagnall, and I hope all the gentlemen in the South are not like that odious Mr Parmenter. Flora seems very much pleased about my going back with her. I do not know why, but I fancied Angus did not quite like it.
"Sir," said Mr Bagnall, rather stiffly, "I am not accustomed to discuss such matters as these at table." "Are you not? I am," said Mr Keith, quite simply. "Of course!" said the Vicar of Sebergham I suppose by way of Amen. "Men are to do their best, then, and practise these virtues, in the first instance, without any assistance from God's grace?
"When the larks fall from the sky eh, Miss Flora?" said Mr Bagnall, rubbing his hands again in that odious way he has. "When `they shall not hurt nor destroy in all My holy mountain," was Flora's soft answer. "Surely you don't suppose that literal?" replied Mr Bagnall, laughing. "Why, he has actually got a notion that the Jews are to be restored to Palestine! Whoever heard of such a mad idea?
Then there was Benjamin Bagnall, who located in Charlestown about 1712 and remained there almost thirty years. His two sons, Benjamin and Samuel, also went into the clockmaking business and did very commendable work. In addition there were the Munroes of Concord Daniel and Nathaniel; and Samuel Whiting, Nate's partner; not to mention the Popes, Robert and Joseph; and Daniel Balch of Newburyport.
"Sir," said Mr Bagnall, warmly, "I think it presumption arrogance horrible self-conceit." "To have forgiveness? or to say so?" "I cannot answer such a question, Sir!" said Mr Bagnall, getting red in the face, and seizing the pepper-box once more, with which he dusted his pie recklessly.
One after another, the gentlemen strolled in, all but two who stayed in bed till afternoon, and of these Mr Catterall was one. Among the last to appear was Mr Bagnall; but he looked quite fresh and gay when he came, like Ambrose. "We had to say grace for ourselves, Mr Bagnall," said Father. "Sit down, and let me help you to some of this turkey pie." "Thanks if you please.
Man to man, and with equal arms, the Ulster men were fully equal to their assailants, as they were now about to prove. In August, 1598, Bagnall advancing from the south found Tyrone engaged in a renewed attack upon the fort of Blackwater, which he had invested, and was endeavouring to reduce by famine.
His estate was thereupon broken up, the greater part of it being divided between Sir Henry Bagnall, three or four English officers, and some Dublin lawyers, the Crown reserving for itself a quit rent. Little wonder if the other Ulster landowners felt that their turn would come next, and that no loyalty could assure a man's safety so long as he had anything to lose that was worth the taking.
What a lovely morning!" was Mr Bagnall's answer. "The young ladies look like fresh rosebuds with the dew on them." "We have not you gentlemen to thank for it, if we do," broke in Hatty. "Our slumbers were all the less profound for your kind assistance. Oh yes, you can look, Mr Bagnall! I mean you. I heard `Sally in our Alley' about one o'clock this morning."
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