For God and Gold — Story, Setting & Ideas
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Such was my friend Harry Waldyve when, in the first year of our most glorious Queen's reign, whom God bless with fullest measure, my father died, and I began my life.
It was not till the morning after my father's death that Sir Fulke rode over from Ashtead with Harry. The old knight was redder in the face than ever. There were tears in his eyes, too, as he took my hand and sat down by the great hearth in the hall without speaking.
As for Harry, he threw his arms about my neck and shyly pressed into my hand his set of gilded hawk bells--the most precious thing he had. I had long envied him the toys, and his kindness set my tears flowing fast again.
'Don't grieve, Jasper,' he said. 'You must not grieve. Dad will be your father now. He said he would as we rode along. He told me to tell you he was your guardian now, and we are really brothers at last, Jasper.'
I looked at Sir Fulke, but he only nodded his head. His face was very red, and I knew he could not have spoken without sobbing. So Harry and I talked on in low tones till the old knight found his voice. He spoke angrily at last, but I did not mind his chiding, for somehow I knew it was only to hide his grief, lest we boys should see his weakness.
'Yes, I am your guardian, lad,' said he; 'and since I am, why, in God's name, did you not send for me before, instead of letting your father lie all night like a dog that none cares to bury?'
'Please you, sir,' said I, 'Miles rode out an hour after he died, as I thought, to bring the news to you.'
'An hour after his death!' cried Sir Fulke. 'On what devil's errand went he then, for he came not to me till six o'clock this morning?'
'Whither rode Miles last night?' I asked then of Cicely, who was sobbing hard by. 'Know you, and has he come back?'
'Nay, I know not, your worships,' she said, 'save that he went to your worship, as he said, and--and----'
'And what, woman?' cried Sir Fulke testily.
'On an errand of his dead master's, please your worships,' whimpered Cicely; 'an errand, by your worship's leave, into Chatham.'
'And what, o' God's name,' cried the knight, 'took him there?'
'Nay, I know not,' replied Cicely, with a look of that sort of humility, much used by her class, which is very near of kin to defiance. 'Unless it were to take order for his poor worship's funeral with the elect that be there.'
'What say you?' roared Sir Fulke, 'you pestilent, canting scrag-end of Eve's flesh! What, by the fat of the fiend, has your Calvinistic knave of a husband to do with a gentleman's funeral? Knows he not, the dog, that it is I who shall order his master's affairs? Is this all that comes of Festing's boasted discipline? I told him he was wrong, he was always wrong; and here's the end of it. The elect, too,--the elect knaves, the elect devils! Do you think, you canting jade, that because Mary is dead you shall play what pranks you like with a gentleman's body? By this light, you misjudge Henry's and Mistress Anne's daughter if your thick heads think that.'
By this time Sir Fulke had railed himself clean out of breath, and as he ceased we could hear the sound of horses' feet in the courtyard.
'Run, lads,' said Sir Fulke, 'and if that be Miles bring him before me.'
To the door we went, and sure enough found Miles had returned, but not alone. Dismounting from their shabby jades were two men, dressed all in black. One of them I knew by sight, having seen him about Chatham and Rochester. He had a round, red face, with a shrewd, solid look in it, and dancing blue eyes full of merriment, which even now, though I think he tried to look as grave as he could, he was unable to get master of. His companion was a grave, dark-eyed man, of dull complexion, whose look repelled me as much as the other's attracted.
'Peace be on this house,' the two men chimed when they had finished tumbling off their horses, which they did in so clumsy a manner as even then, almost made me laugh. 'Peace; and be its sorrow comforted.'
Julian Corbett's For God and Gold (1887) announces itself as a found manuscript, a memoir by one Jasper Festing, a Cambridge scholar turned seaman under Francis Drake. The preface immediately establishes a game of authenticity: the editor claims Festing was among the unnamed 'others' who contributed to the 1626 Sir Francis Drake Revived, yet suppresses how the manuscript came to light. This framing invites readers to watch for discrepancies between the two accounts—such as the substitution of 'Pike' for 'Culverin' via Elizabethan wordplay—and to treat the novel as a layered historical document rather than a straightforward adventure tale.
Voices in Collision
The excerpt brings together three distinct speaking styles. Mr. Oxenham, the veteran, delivers a rhapsodic vision of the New World as a 'Paradise where all is so wide and fresh and lovely,' using a lush, sensory vocabulary of 'azure and rose colour and golden sheen.' Frank, by contrast, speaks in the cadences of Puritan militancy: Spaniards are 'idolatrous hell-hounds of Antichrist,' and the enterprise is a 'glorious smiting.' His speech is peppered with scriptural allusion—'Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven?'—and a practical, almost predatory energy ('pounce out like cats'). Festing, the narrator, filters both through a scholarly, introspective lens, noting how 'Frank's sound sense' and Oxenham's 'glowing pictures' set his imagination 'all on fire.' The collision of these registers—lyrical, homiletic, analytical—creates a tension that is central to the novel's method.
The Scholar's Conversion to Action
Festing's narration traces a psychological shift from detached intellectualism to committed action. He begins by admitting 'how idle was our scholars' contempt for men of action,' a self-critique that emerges from listening to Frank's 'honest practical way.' The language of conversion is explicit: 'In place of my faith a sense of destiny seemed to have come to me.' Corbett dramatizes this change through a series of contrasts—'lonely lodging' versus fellowship, 'blank morrow' versus a life of purpose—and through the physical setting of a long post-supper conversation. The narrator's earlier bookishness is not abandoned but repurposed: his 'imagination, on which I had already heaped so much that was inflammable from my books,' now finds a real-world object. This interior movement, rendered in Festing's own measured prose, gives the novel a psychological depth that complicates its swashbuckling surface.
The Rhetoric of the New World
Oxenham's description of the Americas is a set piece of colonial longing. He contrasts the 'old world'—'gray, and worn, and stifling'—with a land of 'colour and sunlight and freedom,' where 'the golden land brings forth without labour.' The passage employs a series of similes: Europe is 'like the paddling of a duckling in a puddle,' while the voyager is a 'god-like albatross, that never lights.' The rhetoric is deliberately excessive, even sensual: 'drink her fragrant breath, feel the richness of her warm embrace.' Corbett places this speech just before Frank's militant rebuttal, creating a juxtaposition that suggests the multiple motivations behind Elizabethan expansion—not just greed or piety, but a quasi-erotic yearning for renewal. The novel thus uses contrasting persuasive styles to explore how different characters justify the same enterprise.
The Editor's Conceit and Historical Play
The preface's editorial apparatus is more than a period flourish. By claiming that Festing's memoir closely follows Sir Francis Drake Revived—a real 1626 text—Corbett invites readers to compare fiction with historical record. The note about 'Pike' versus 'Culverin' as a punning substitution exemplifies this game: it asserts that the novel corrects or supplements the earlier account, while simultaneously acknowledging its own fictionality. The editor's refusal to explain how the manuscript 'came to light' adds a layer of mystery. This framing device does not merely authenticate the story; it makes the act of historical reconstruction part of the narrative. Readers are positioned as collaborators in evaluating evidence, weighing 'small discrepancies' between sources, and deciding what to believe about Festing's role in Drake's voyage.
Readers should attend to the way Corbett uses Festing's first-person narration to mediate between competing worldviews. The novel does not simply celebrate Drake's exploits; it interrogates the motives—religious, economic, personal—that drove them. Pay particular attention to moments where Festing's scholarly detachment wavers, and to the rhetorical strategies each character employs to persuade him. The preface's hint of suppressed names and altered details suggests that the narrative itself may be an act of self-fashioning, not just a record of events.
Reading the editorial note on For God and Gold, I found myself drifting back to a quiet afternoon with Verena in the Midst: A Kind of a Story — Inside the Classic. Both books feel like conversations between different selves—one voice anchoring what another romanticizes. That same tension, I suppose, remains: the world we imagine against the world we actually spoke in.
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