Clare Avery

Clare Avery
by Emily Sarah Holt.
CHAPTER ONE.
LITTLE CLARE'S FIRST HOME.
"The mossy marbles rest On the lips he hath pressed In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On
the tomb."
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
"Cold!" said the carrier, blowing on his fingers to keep them warm.
"Cold, bully Penmore!" ejaculated Hal Dockett,--farrier, horse-leech,
and cow-doctor in ordinary to the town of Bodmin and its
neighbourhood... "Lack-a-daisy! thou that hast been carrier these thirty
years, and thy father afore thee, and his father afore him, ever sith `old
Dick Boar' days, shouldst be as hard as a milestone by this time. 'Tis
the end of March, fellow!"
Be it known that "old Dick Boar" was Mr Dockett's extremely
irreverent style of allusion to His Majesty King Richard the Third.
"'Tis the end of as bitter a March as hath been in Cornwall these
hundred years," said the carrier. "Whither away now, lad?"
"Truly, unto Bradmond, whither I am bidden to see unto the black
cow."
"Is it sooth, lad, that the master is failing yonder?"
"Folk saith so," replied Hal, his jocund face clouding over. "It shall be
an evil day for Bodmin, that!"

"Ay so!" echoed the carrier. "Well! we must all be laid in earth one day.
God be wi' thee, lad!"
And with a crack of his whip, the waggon lumbered slowly forward
upon the Truro road, while Dockett went on his way towards a house
standing a little distance on the left, in a few acres of garden, with a
paddock behind.
About the cold there was no question. The ground, which had been
white with snow for many days, was now a mixture of black and white,
under the influence of a thaw; while a bitterly cold wind, which made
everybody shiver, rose now and then to a wild whirl, slammed the
doors, and groaned through the wood-work. A fragment of cloud, rather
less dim and gloomy than the rest of the heavy grey sky, was as much
as could be seen of the sun.
Nor was the political atmosphere much more cheerful than the physical.
All over England,--and it might be said, all over Europe,--men's hearts
were failing them for fear,--by no means for the first time in that
century. In Holland the Spaniards, vanquished not by men, but by
winds and waves from God, had abandoned the siege of Leyden; and
the sovereignty of the Netherlands had been offered to Elizabeth of
England, but after some consideration was refused. In France, the
Massacre of Saint Bartholomew, nearly three years before, had been
followed by the siege of La Rochelle, the death of the miserable
Charles the Ninth, and the alliance in favour of Popery, which styled
itself the Holy League. At home, gardeners were busy introducing the
wallflower, the hollyhock, basil, and sweet marjoram; the first licence
for public plays was granted to Burbage and his company, among
whom was a young man from Warwickshire, a butcher's son, with a
turn for making verses, whose name was William Shakspere; the Queen
had issued a decree forbidding costly apparel (not including her own);
and the last trace of feudal serfdom had just disappeared, by the
abolition of "villenage" upon the Crown manors. As concerned other
countries, except when active hostilities were going on, Englishmen
were not generally much interested, unless it were in that far-off New
World which Columbus had discovered not a hundred years before,--or

in that unknown land, far away also, beyond the white North Cape,
whither adventurers every now and then set out with the hope of
discovering a north-west passage to China,--the north-west passage
which, though sought now with a different object, no one has
discovered yet.
It may be as well to recall the state of knowledge in English society at
this period. The time had gone by when the burning of coal was
prohibited, as prejudicial to health; but the limits of London, beyond
which building might not extend, were soon after this fixed at three
miles from the city gates; the introduction of private carriages was long
opposed, lest it should lead to luxury; [Note 1] and sumptuary laws,
regulating, according to rank, the materials for dress and the details of
trimmings, were issued every few years. Needles were treasures beyond
reach of the poor; yeast, starch, glass bottles, woven stockings, fans,
muffs, tulips, marigolds,--had all been invented or introduced within
thirty years: the peach and the potato were alike luxuries known to few:
forks, sedan or Bath chairs, coffee, tea, gas, telescopes, newspapers,
shawls, muslin,--not to include railways and telegraphs,--were ideas
that had not yet occurred to any one. Nobody had ever heard of the
circulation of the blood. A doctor was a rara avis: medical advice was