in christmas week, 1784, while i was amusing myself with sliding on the ice at ovingham, which was as smooth almost as a looking glass, between eltringham and that place,—i know not what came over my mind, but something ominous haunted it, of a gloomy change impending over the family. at this i was surprised, for i had never before felt any such sensation, and presently scouted it as some whim of the imagination. the day was to be one of cheerfulness; for mr. and mrs. storey—distant relations of my father’s, and for whom my parents had the greatest regard—had been, with other friends, invited to dine with us at cherryburn. at dinner all was kindness and cheerfulness, and my father was, as usual, full of his jokes, and telling some of his facetious stories and anecdotes. for two, or perhaps three sundays after this, i was prevented from getting over the water, by the ice and other floods, and returned from ovingham without seeing or hearing how all were at home. the sunday after, upon my making my usual call at the gardener’s in ovingham,—where, when at school, we always left our dinner poke, and dined,—he informed me, with looks of grief, that my mother was very unwell. i posted off, in haste, across the river, to see her. upon my asking her, earnestly, how she was, she took me apart, and told me it was nearly all over with her; and she described to me how she had got her death. she had been called up, on a severe frosty night, to see a young woman in the hamlet below, who was taken ill; and, thinking the bog she had to pass through, might be frozen hard enough to bear her, she “slumped” deep into it, and, before she had waded through it, she got very wet and a “perishment” of cold; and, in that state, she went to give her advice as to what was best to be done with her patient. i employed my friend, dr. bailes, to visit her; and i ran up from newcastle two or three times a week with his medicines for her; but all would not do: she died on the 20th february, 1785, aged 58 years. she was possessed of great innate powers of mind, which had been cultivated by a good education, as well as by her own endeavours. for these, and for her benevolent, humane, disposition, and good sense, she was greatly respected, and, indeed, revered by the whole neighbourhood. my eldest sister, who was down from london on a visit to her home, at the time of my mother’s illness and death, by her over-exertion and anxiety, brought on an illness; and, for the convenience of medical aid, and better nursing, i brought her to my hitherto little happy cot, at the forth, where she died on the 24th june, 1785, aged 30 years. these were gloomy days to me! some short time before my sister died, upon her requesting me, and my promising her, that i would see her buried at ovingham, she proposed to sing me a song. i thought this very strange, and felt both sorrow and surprise at it; but she smiled at me, and began her song of “all things have but a time.” i had heard the old song before, and thought pretty well of it; but her’s was a later and a very much better version of it.
during this time i observed a great change in the looks and deportment of my father. he had, what is called, “never held up his head” since the death of my mother; and, upon my anxiously pressing him to tell me what ailed him, he said he had felt as if he were shot through from the breast to the shoulders with a great pain that hindered him from breathing freely. upon my mentioning medical assistance, he rejected it, and told me, if i sent him any drugs, i might depend upon it he would throw them all behind the fire. he wandered about all summer alone, with a kind of serious look, and took no pleasure in anything, till near the 15th november, which, i understand, was his birthday, and on which he completed his 70th year, and on that day he died. he was buried beside my mother and sister at ovingham. after this, i left off my walks to cherryburn; the main attractions to it were gone; and it became a place the thoughts of which now raked up sorrowful reflections in my mind. some particulars respecting my father, and illustrative of his character, may, perhaps, be thought not uninteresting. i shall give a few of such as i recollect them. in his person, he was a stout, square-made, strong, and active man, and through life was a pattern of health. i was told by some of my aunts, who were older than he, that he was never ill from a disease in his life; and i have heard him say “he wondered how folks felt when they were ill.” he was of a cheerful temper, and he possessed an uncommon vein of humour and a fund of anecdote. he was much noticed by the gentlemen and others of the neighbourhood for these qualities, as well as for his integrity. he had, however, some traits that might be deemed singular, and not in order. he never would prosecute any one for theft; he hated going to law, but he took it at his own hand, and now and then gave thieves a severe beating, and sometimes otherwise punished them in a singular and whimsical way. i have known him, on a winter night, rise suddenly up from his seat, and, with a stick in his hand, set off to the colliery, in order to catch the depredators whom he might detect stealing his coals. i remember one instance of his thus catching a young fellow, a farmer, with his loaded cart, and of his giving him a severe beating, or, what was called, a “hideing,” and of his making him leave his booty and go home empty. the thieves themselves were sure to keep the business secret, and he himself never spoke of it beyond his own fireside. in these robberies, which he saw with his own eyes, he conceived he did not need the help of either witnesses, judge, or jury, nor the occasion to employ any attorney to empty his pockets. i have sometimes heard him make remarks upon people whom he knew to be hypocrites, and on their loud praying and holding up their hands at church. after having noticed that one of these, one sunday, had acted thus, and remained to take the sacrament, some person called, in the afternoon, with the news that this very man had, on his way home, caught a poor man’s galloway, which had entered through a gap in the hedge into his field, and had driven it before him into the pinfold. this was sufficient; this was the spark which kindled up and increased to a blaze, which my father could not muster temper enough to keep down. next morning, he set off to the smith’s shop, and sent for this choleric, purse-proud man, to whom, in rude terms, he opened out upon his hypocrisy, and at length obliged him to release the galloway from its hungry imprisonment. he recommended him to make his peace with the poor but honest and respected man, and to go no more to church, nor to take the sacrament, till a change had taken place in his mind. he also told him that he ought that very night, before he slept, to sit down on his bare knees, and implore forgiveness of the god he had offended.
the last transaction i shall mention, on this subject,—and which bore a more serious complexion than the foregoing,—happened when i was an apprentice. a pitman, george parkin, who had long wrought in the colliery, was highly valued by my father for his industry, sobriety, and honesty. he would not do anything unfairly himself in working the coal in the boards, nor suffer others to do so. for this conduct he became deservedly a great favourite,—so much so that one of the old lodges had been comfortably fitted up for him and his family to live in rent free; and a garth, besides, was taken off the common for his use. for these he often expressed himself so highly pleased that he used to say, he was happier than a prince. my father, for many years, had made it a point to let the men down to their work himself; so that he might see with his own eyes that all was safe. all passed on pleasantly in this way for a long while, till one morning, when thus employed letting the men down, george, who was always the first at his work, having fixed himself on the chain, with his son on his arm, to be both let down together, had given the signal, “wise-away,” and at the same time holding up his “low rope,” he observed the pit rope which was to bear their weight had been cut near the chain. on this he shouted “stop,” and started back upon the “seddle boards,” just in time to prevent himself and the boy from being precipitated to the bottom of the pit. the poor man was almost overpowered with the shock, when my father, keeping the “dreg” upon the “start,” caught hold of him and the boy, and conducted both into the lodge. on examining the rope, my father found it had been cut through to the last strand. he then stopped the working of the pit for that day. george, in great distress of mind, set off to newcastle to inform me of what had happened. i was grieved to hear his tale; and this was heightened by his declaring that all his pleasures were at an end; for he never could go back to his work, nor to his happy home again.
for some time, my father seemed lost in pondering over this mysterious affair. he, however, at length began to be fixed in his suspicions, and, as was usual on such occasions, his indignation, step by step, rose to the greatest height. in this state of mind, he set off unusually soon in the morning, to let the men down to their work; knowing that the object of his suspicions,—a wicked, ignorant, young fellow—would be the first, and alone. he began by accusing him of the horrid deed, and instantly to beat and overpower him; threatening him that he would drag him to the pit, and throw him down the shaft, if he did not confess. the threat succeeded; he was afraid of his life, and confessed. my father instantly dismissed him from his employment. when the rest of the men came to their work, they saw, by the blood, and the retaliating blows on my father’s face, that something unusual had occurred. he then told them the particulars, at which they greatly rejoiced. in this state of things, the accusing culprit, while he bore the marks of violence upon him, set crippling off to lodge his complaint to the justices, and my father was summoned to appear before them. when met together, the justices (captains smith and bainbridge,[22] of the riding), heard the charge of assault, which, from the first appearance of the complainant before them, they had no reason to doubt. they both expressed their surprise to find such a charge against my father, with whom they had been in habits of neighbourly intimacy, and who was the last man on earth they could suspect as capable of committing such an outrage. after laying down the law in such cases, they wished to hear what he had to say for himself. he readily acknowledged what he had done, and his reasons for doing so. they seemed much shocked at the horrid narrative; and, after conferring together in private a short time, the business was resumed. “pray,” said one of them to the culprit, “were not you the man who robbed bywell lock, and”—looking him sternly in the face—“was not this master of yours the very friend by whose unceasing endeavours and influence you were saved from transportation? begone! leave the country, and never let us see you more.” the man left the country for many years, and, on his return, i was both pleased and surprised to find he was much reformed. in addition to this long account, i must add, that my father could not be troubled to harbour ill-will in his mind, and that, if he were passionate, he was equally compassionate.
