Susan now interceded for Barbara; and the attorney, softening his voice, said that “Susan was a great deal too good to her; as you are, indeed,” added he, “to everybody. I forgive her for your sake.” Susan curtsied, in great surprise; but her lamb could not be forgotten, and she left the attorney’s house as soon as she could, to make her mother’s rosemary tea breakfast.
Mr. Case saw that Susan was not so simple as to be taken in by a few fair words. His next attempt was to conciliate Farmer Price. The farmer was a blunt, honest man, and his countenance remained inflexibly contemptuous, when the attorney addressed him in his softest tone.
So stood matters the day of the long expected harpers’ ball. Miss Barbara Case, stung by Susan’s bees, could not, after all her manœuvres, go with Mrs. Strathspey to the ball. The ballroom was filled early in the evening. There was a numerous assembly. The harpers, who contended for the prize, were placed under the music-gallery at the lower end of the room. Amongst them was our old blind friend, who, as he was not so well clad as his competitors, seemed to be disdained by many of the spectators. Six ladies and six gentlemen were now appointed to be judges of the performance. They were seated in a semicircle, opposite to the harpers. The Miss Somerses, who were fond of music, were amongst the ladies in the semicircle; and the prize was lodged in the hands of Sir Arthur. There was now silence. The first harp sounded, and as each musician tried his skill, the audience seemed to think that each deserved the prize. The old blind man was the last. He tuned his instrument; and such a simple, pathetic strain was heard as touched every heart. All were fixed in delighted attention; and when the music ceased, the silence for some moments continued.
The silence was followed by a universal buzz of applause. The judges were unanimous in their opinions, and it was declared that the old blind harper, who played the last, deserved the prize.
The simple, pathetic air which won the suffrages of the whole assembly, was his own composition. He was pressed to give the words belonging to the music; and at last he modestly offered to repeat them, as he could not see to write. Miss Somers’ ready pencil was instantly produced; and the old harper dictated the words of his ballad, which he called—“Susan’s Lamentation for her Lamb.”
Miss Somers looked at her brother from time to time, as she wrote; and Sir Arthur, as soon as the old man had finished, took him aside, and asked him some questions, which brought the whole history of Susan’s lamb and of Attorney Case’s cruelty to light.
The attorney himself was present when the harper began to dictate his ballad. His colour, as Sir Arthur steadily looked at him, varied continually; till at length, when he heard the words “Susan’s Lamentation for her Lamb,” he suddenly shrunk back, skulked through the crowd, and disappeared. We shall not follow him; we had rather follow our old friend, the victorious harper.
No sooner had he received the ten guineas, his well merited prize, than he retired to a small room belonging to the people of the house, asked for pen, ink and paper, and dictated, in a low voice, to his boy, who was a tolerably good scribe, a letter, which he ordered him to put directly into the Shrewsbury post-office. The boy ran with the letter to the post-office. He was but just in time, for the postman’s horn was sounding.
The next morning, when Farmer Price, his wife, and Susan, were sitting together, reflecting that his week’s leave of absence was nearly at an end, and that the money was not yet made up for John Simpson, the substitute, a knock was heard at the door, and the person who usually delivered the letters in the village put a letter into Susan’s hand, saying, “A penny, if you please—here’s a letter for your father.”
“For me!” said Farmer Price; “here’s the penny then, but who can it be from, I wonder? Who can think of writing to me, in this world?” He tore open the letter; but the hard name at the bottom of the page puzzled him—“your obliged friend, Llewellyn.”