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Taynton rather laboriously, as if explaining something to a child, "he could not have intended to get out at Falmer." Mr. Figgis had to think over this, which he did with his mouth open. "Seeing that the Hayward's Heath line does not pass Falmer," he suggested. Mr. Taynton drew a sheet of paper toward him and kindly made a rough sketch-map of railway lines.
"The most severe I ever remember," said Mr. Taynton. "It had slipped my memory," said this incompetent agent of justice. But a little thought enabled him to ask a question that bore on the case. "He travelled then by Lewes and not by the direct route?" "Presumably. He had a season ticket via Lewes, since our business often took him there. Had he intended to travel by Hayward's Heath," said Mr.
"Billy Bluff, of course," replied the other. "Caddish of him, wasn't it?" They went into the parlour. Mrs. Woodburn did not offer the traveller a drink for the simple reason that it never occurred to her to do so. "By Jove! I am late!" cried the young man, glancing at the clock. "There was a break-down at Hayward's Heath."
Some lives, and Hayward's was among them, the blind indifference of chance cut off while the design was still imperfect; and then the solace was comfortable that it did not matter; other lives, such as Cronshaw's, offered a pattern which was difficult to follow, the point of view had to be shifted and old standards had to be altered before one could understand that such a life was its own justification.
But their efforts were of no avail. After a week, Black Ned died, with a smile of gratitude on his dark face as he gazed in Hayward's eyes, and held his hand until the spirit returned to God who gave it.
Under Hayward's influence he had persuaded himself that the festivities that attend this season were vulgar and barbaric, and he made up his mind that he would take no notice of the day; but when it came, the jollity of all around affected him strangely.
Salusbury, who deems it of too private and delicate a character to be submitted to strangers, but has kindly supplied me with some curious passages from it. Hayward's Piozzi, i. 6. Ib. p. 51 . BOSWELL. Anec. p. 193 . BOSWELL. See ante, ii. 285, and iii. 440. Johnson's Works, i. 152, 3. In vol. ii. of the Piozzi Letters some of these letters are given. He gave Miss Thrale lessons in Latin. Mme.
Hayward's declaration that she verily believed that the farmer only made the accusation an excuse for hurrying the lad off because he thought him faltering for a fever, and wouldn't have him sick there. This was shocking enough; Mr. Cope had thought it merely the kind-hearted woman's angry construction, but it was still worse when he came to the farmer and his wife.
Strype covers this period in his "Memorials" and in his lives of Cranmer, Cheke, and Smith; Hayward's "Life of Edward the Sixth" may be supplemented by the young king's own Journal; "Machyn's Diary" gives us the aspect of affairs as they presented themselves to a common Englishman; while Holinshed is near enough to serve as a contemporary authority.
When Hayward's last illness came upon him in 1884, Kinglake nursed him tenderly; spending the morning in his friend's lodgings at 8, St. James's Street, the house which Byron occupied in his early London days; and bringing on the latest bulletin to the club. The patient rambled towards the end; "we ought to be getting ready to catch the train that we may go to my sister's at Lyme."
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