togo
on
sitting
with
John
Barton
,
fairly
caught
in
his
own
trap
,
and
had
to
listen
to
his
talk
,
and
answer
him
as
best
he
might
.
"
There
's
the
right
stuff
in
this
here
'
Star
,
'
and
no
mistake
.
Such
a
right-down
piece
for
short
hours
.
"
"
At
the
same
rate
of
wages
as
now
?
"
asked
Jem
.
"
Ay
,
ay
!
else
where
's
the
use
?
It
's
only
taking
out
o
'
the
masters
'
pocket
what
they
can
well
afford
.
Did
I
ever
tell
yo
what
th
'
Infirmary
chap
let
me
into
,
many
a
year
agone
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Jem
,
listlessly
.
"
Well
!
yo
must
know
I
were
in
th
'
Infirmary
for
a
fever
,
and
times
were
rare
and
bad
;
and
there
be
good
chaps
there
to
a
man
,
while
he
's
wick
,
whate'er
they
may
be
about
cutting
him
up
at
after
.
[
23
]
So
when
I
were
better
o
'
th
'
fever
,
but
weak
as
water
,
they
says
to
me
,
says
they
,
'
If
yo
can
write
,
yo
may
stay
in
a
week
longer
,
and
help
our
surgeon
wi
'
sorting
his
papers
;
and
we
'll
take
care
yo
've
your
belly
full
o
'
meat
and
drink
.
Yo
'll
be
twice
as
strong
in
a
week
.
'
So
there
wanted
but
one
word
to
that
bargain
.
So
I
were
set
to
writing
and
copying
;
th
'
writing
I
could
do
well
enough
,
but
they
'd
such
queer
ways
o
'
spelling
that
I
'd
ne'er
been
used
to
,
that
I
'd
to
look
first
at
th
'
copy
and
then
at
my
letters
,
for
all
the
world
like
a
cock
picking
up
grains
o
'
corn
.
But
one
thing
startled
me
e'en
then
,
and
I
thought
I
'd
make
bold
to
ask
the
surgeon
the
meaning
o't
.
I
've
gotten
no
head
for
numbers
,
but
this
I
know
,
that
by
far
th
'
greater
part
o
'
th
'
accidents
as
comed
in
,
happened
in
th
'
last
two
hours
o
'
work
,
when
folk
getten
tired
and
careless
.
Th
'
surgeon
said
it
were
all
true
,
and
that
he
were
going
to
bring
that
fact
to
light
.
"
Jem
was
pondering
Mary
's
conduct
;
but
the
pause
made
him
aware
he
ought
to
utter
some
civil
listening
noise
;
so
he
said
"
Very
true
.
"
"
Ay
,
it
's
true
enough
,
my
lad
,
that
we
're
sadly
over-borne
,
and
worse
will
come
of
it
afore
long
.
Block-printers
is
going
to
strike
;
they'n
getten
a
bang-up
union
,
as
wo
n't
let
'
em
be
put
upon
.
But
there
's
many
a
thing
will
happen
afore
long
,
as
folk
do
n't
expect
.
Yo
may
take
my
word
for
that
,
Jem
.
"
Jem
was
very
willing
to
take
it
,
but
did
not
express
the
curiosity
he
should
have
done
.
So
John
Barton
thought
he
'd
try
another
hint
or
two
.
"
Working
folk
wo
n't
be
ground
to
the
dust
much
longer
.
We'n
a
'
had
as
much
to
bear
as
human
nature
can
bear
.
So
,
if
th
'
masters
ca
n't
do
us
no
good
,
and
they
say
they
ca
n't
,
we
mun
try
higher
folk
.
"
Still
Jem
was
not
curious
.
He
gave
up
hope
of
seeing
Mary
again
by
her
own
good
free
will
;
and
the
next
best
thing
would
be
,
to
be
alone
to
think
of
her
.
So
,
muttering
something
which
he
meant
to
serve
as
an
excuse
for
his
sudden
departure
,
he
hastily
wished
John
good
afternoon
,
and
left
him
to
resume
his
pipe
and
his
politics
.
For
three
years
past
,
trade
had
been
getting
worse
and
worse
,
and
the
price
of
provisions
higher
and
higher
.
This
disparity
between
the
amount
of
the
earnings
of
the
working
classes
and
the
price
of
their
food
,
occasioned
,
in
more
cases
than
could
well
be
imagined
,
disease
and
death
.
Whole
families
went
through
a
gradual
starvation
.
They
only
wanted
a
Dante
to
record
their
sufferings
.
And
yet
even
his
words
would
fall
short
of
the
awful
truth
;
they
could
only
present
an
outline
of
the
tremendous
facts
of
the
destitution
that
surrounded
thousands
upon
thousands
in
the
terrible
years
1839
,
1840
,
and
1841.
Even
philanthropists
who
had
studied
the
subject
,
were
forced
to
own
themselves
perplexed
in
their
endeavour
to
ascertain
the
real
causes
of
the
misery
;
the
whole
matter
was
of
so
complicated
a
nature
,
that
it
became
next
to
impossible
to
understand
it
thoroughly
.
It
need
excite
no
surprise
then
to
learn
that
a
bad
feeling
between
working-men
and
the
upper
classes
became
very
strong
in
this
season
of
privation
.
The
indigence
and
sufferings
of
the
operatives
induced
a
suspicion
in
the
minds
of
many
of
them
,
that
their
legislators
,
their
magistrates
,
their
employers
,
and
even
the
ministers
of
religion
,
were
,
in
general
,
their
oppressors
and
enemies
;
and
were
in
league
for
their
prostration
and
enthralment
.
The
most
deplorable
and
enduring
evil
that
arose
out
of
the
period
of
commercial
depression
to
which
I
refer
,
was
this
feeling
of
alienation
between
the
different
classes
of
society
.
It
is
so
impossible
to
describe
,
or
even
faintly
to
picture
,
the
state
of
distress
which
prevailed
in
the
town
at
that
time
,
that
I
will
not
attempt
it
;
and
yet
I
think
again
that
surely
,
in
a
Christian
land
,
it
was
not
known
even
so
feebly
as
words
could
tell
it
,
or
the
more
happy
and
fortunate
would
have
thronged
with
their
sympathy
and
their
aid
.
In
many
instances
the
sufferers
wept
first
,
and
then
they
cursed
.
Their
vindictive
feelings
exhibited
themselves
in
rabid
politics
.
And
when
I
hear
,
as
I
have
heard
,
of
the
sufferings
and
privations
of
the
poor
,
of
provision
shops
where
ha'porths
of
tea
,
sugar
,
butter
,
and
even
flour
,
were
sold
to
accommodate
the
indigent
,
—
of
parents
sitting
in
their
clothes
by
the
fire-side
during
the
whole
night
for
seven
weeks
together
,
in
order
that
their
only
bed
and
bedding
might
be
reserved
for
the
use
of
their
large
family
,
—
of
others
sleeping
upon
the
cold
hearth-stone
for
weeks
in
succession
,
without
adequate
means
of
providing
themselves
with
food
or
fuel
(
and
this
in
the
depth
of
winter
)
,
—
of
others
being
compelled
to
fast
for
days
together
,
uncheered
by
any
hope
of
better
fortune
,
living
,
moreover
,
or
rather
starving
,
in
a
crowded
garret
,
or
damp
cellar
,
and
gradually
sinking
under
the
pressure
of
want
and
despair
into
a
premature
grave
;
and
when
this
has
been
confirmed
by
the
evidence
of
their
care-worn
looks
,
their
excited
feelings
,
and
their
desolate
homes
,
—
can
I
wonder
that
many
of
them
,
in
such
times
of
misery
and
destitution
,
spoke
and
acted
with
ferocious
precipitation
?
An
idea
was
now
springing
up
among
the
operatives
,
that
originated
with
the
Chartists
,
but
which
came
at
last
to
be
cherished
as
a
darling
child
by
many
and
many
a
one
.
They
could
not
believe
that
government
knew
of
their
misery
;
they
rather
chose
to
think
it
possible
that
men
could
voluntarily
assume
the
office
of
legislators
for
a
nation
,
ignorant
of
its
real
state
;
as
who
should
make
domestic
rules
for
the
pretty
behaviour
of
children
,
without
caring
to
know
that
those
children
had
been
kept
for
days
without
food
.
Besides
,
the
starving
multitudes
had
heard
,
that
the
very
existence
of
their
distress
had
been
denied
in
Parliament
;
and
though
they
felt
this
strange
and
inexplicable
,
yet
the
idea
that
their
misery
had
still
to
be
revealed
in
all
its
depths
,
and
that
then
some
remedy
would
be
found
,
soothed
their
aching
hearts
,
and
kept
down
their
rising
fury
.
So
a
petition
was
framed
,
and
signed
by
thousands
in
the
bright
spring
days
of
1839
,
imploring
Parliament
to
hear
witnesses
who
could
testify
to
the
unparalleled
destitution
of
the
manufacturing
districts
.
Nottingham
,
Sheffield
,
Glasgow
,
Manchester
,
and
many
other
towns
,
were
busy
appointing
delegates
to
convey
this
petition
,
who
might
speak
,
not
merely
of
what
they
had
seen
,
and
had
heard
,
but
from
what
they
had
borne
and
suffered
.
Life-worn
,
gaunt
,
anxious
,
hunger-stamped
men
,
were
those
delegates
.
One
of
them
was
John
Barton
.
He
would
have
been
ashamed
to
own
the
flutter
of
spirits
his
appointment
gave
him
.
There
was
the
childish
delight
of
seeing
London
—
that
went
a
little
way
,
and
but
a
little
way
.
There
was
the
vain
idea
of
speaking
out
his
notions
before
so
many
grand
folk
—
that
went
a
little
further
;
and
last
,
there
was
the
really
pure
gladness
of
heart
,
arising
from
the
idea
that
he
was
one
of
those
chosen
to
be
instruments
in
making
known
the
distresses
of
the
people
,
and
consequently
in
procuring
them
some
grand
relief
,
by
means
of
which
they
should
never
suffer
want
or
care
any
more
.
He
hoped
largely
,
but
vaguely
,
of
the
results
of
his
expedition
.
An
argosy
of
the
precious
hopes
of
many
otherwise
despairing
creatures
,
was
that
petition
to
be
heard
concerning
their
sufferings
.
The
night
before
the
morning
on
which
the
Manchester
delegates
were
to
leave
for
London
,
Barton
might
be
said
to
hold
a
levée
,
so
many
neighbours
came
dropping
in
.
Job
Legh
had
early
established
himself
and
his
pipe
by
John
Barton
's
fire
,
not
saying
much
,
but
puffing
away
,
and
imagining
himself
of
use
in
adjusting
the
smoothing-irons
that
hung
before
the
fire
,
ready
for
Mary
when
she
should
want
them
.
As
for
Mary
,
her
employment
was
the
same
as
that
of
Beau
Tibbs
'
wife
,
"
just
washing
her
father
's
two
shirts
,
"
in
the
pantry
back-kitchen
;
for
she
was
anxious
about
his
appearance
in
London
.
(
The
coat
had
been
redeemed
,
though
the
silk
handkerchief
was
forfeited
.
)
The
door
stood
open
,
as
usual
,
between
the
houseplace
and
back-kitchen
,
so
she
gave
her
greeting
to
their
friends
as
they
entered
.
"
So
,
John
,
yo
're
bound
for
London
,
are
yo
?
"
said
one
.
"
Ay
,
I
suppose
I
mun
go
,
"
answered
John
,
yielding
to
necessity
as
it
were
.
"
Well
,
there
's
many
a
thing
I
'd
like
yo
to
speak
on
to
the
Parliament
people
.
Thou'lt
not
spare
'
em
,
John
,
I
hope
.
Tell
'
em
our
minds
;
how
we
're
thinking
we
've
been
clemmed
long
enough
,
and
we
donnot
see
whatten
good
they'n
been
doing
,
if
they
ca
n't
give
us
what
we
're
all
crying
for
sin
'
the
day
we
were
born
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
!
I
'll
tell
'
em
that
,
and
much
more
to
it
,
when
it
gets
to
my
turn
;
but
thou
knows
there
's
many
will
have
their
word
afore
me
.
"
"
Well
,
thou'lt
speak
at
last
.
Bless
thee
,
lad
,
do
ask
'
em
to
make
th
'
masters
break
th
'
machines
.
There
's
never
been
good
times
sin
'
spinning-jennies
came
up
.
"
"
Machines
is
th
'
ruin
of
poor
folk
,
"
chimed
in
several
voices
.
"
For
my
part
,
"
said
a
shivering
,
half-clad
man
,
who
crept
near
the
fire
,
as
if
ague-stricken
,
"
I
would
like
thee
to
tell
'
em
to
pass
th
'
Short-hours
Bill
.
Flesh
and
blood
gets
wearied
wi
'
so
much
work
;
why
should
factory
hands
work
so
much
longer
nor
other
trades
?
Just
ask
'
em
that
,
Barton
,
will
ye
?
"
Barton
was
saved
the
necessity
of
answering
,
by
the
entrance
of
Mrs.
Davenport
,
the
poor
widow
he
had
been
so
kind
to
;
she
looked
half-fed
,
and
eager
,
but
was
decently
clad
.
In
her
hand
she
brought
a
little
newspaper
parcel
,
which
she
took
to
Mary
,
who
opened
it
,
and
then
called
out
,
dangling
a
shirt
collar
from
her
soapy
fingers
:
"
See
,
father
,
what
a
dandy
you
'll
be
in
London
!
Mrs.
Davenport
has
brought
you
this
;
made
new
cut
,
all
after
the
fashion
.
—
Thank
you
for
thinking
on
him
.
"
"
Eh
,
Mary
!
"
said
Mrs.
Davenport
,
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Whatten
's
all
I
can
do
,
to
what
he
's
done
for
me
and
mine
?
But
,
Mary
,
sure
I
can
help
ye
,
for
you
'll
be
busy
wi
'
this
journey
.
"
"
Just
help
me
wring
these
out
,
and
then
I
'll
take
'
em
to
th
'
mangle
.
"
So
Mrs.
Davenport
became
a
listener
to
the
conversation
;
and
after
a
while
joined
in
.
"
I
'm
sure
,
John
Barton
,
if
yo
are
taking
messages
to
the
Parliament
folk
,
yo
'll
not
object
to
telling
'
em
what
a
sore
trial
it
is
,
this
law
o
'
theirs
,
keeping
childer
fra
'
factory
work
,
whether
they
be
weakly
or
strong
.
There
's
our
Ben
;
why
,
porridge
seems
to
go
no
way
wi
'
him
,
he
eats
so
much
;
and
I
han
gotten
no
money
to
send
him
t
'
school
,
as
I
would
like
;
and
there
he
is
,
rampaging
about
th
'
streets
a
'
day
,
getting
hungrier
and
hungrier
,
and
picking
up
a
'
manner
o
'
bad
ways
;
and
th
'
inspector
wo
n't
let
him
in
to
work
in
th
'
factory
,
because
he
's
not
right
age
;
though
he
's
twice
as
strong
as
Sankey
's
little
ritling
[
24
]
of
a
lad
,
as
works
till
he
cries
for
his
legs
aching
so
,
though
he
is
right
age
,
and
better
.
"
"
I
've
one
plan
I
wish
to
tell
John
Barton
,
"
said
a
pompous
,
careful-speaking
man
,
"
and
I
should
like
him
for
to
lay
it
afore
the
Honourable
House
.
My
mother
comed
out
o
'
Oxfordshire
,
and
were
under-laundry-maid
in
Sir
Francis
Dashwood
's
family
;
and
when
we
were
little
ones
,
she
'd
tell
us
stories
of
their
grandeur
;
and
one
thing
she
named
were
,
that
Sir
Francis
wore
two
shirts
a
day
.
Now
he
were
all
as
one
as
a
Parliament
man
;
and
many
on
'
em
,
I
han
no
doubt
,
are
like
extravagant
.
Just
tell
'
em
,
John
,
do
,
that
they
'd
be
doing
th
'
Lancashire
weavers
a
great
kindness
,
if
they
'd
ha
'
their
shirts
a
'
made
o
'
calico
;
'
twould
make
trade
brisk
,
that
would
,
wi
'
the
power
o
'
shirts
they
wear
.
"
Job
Legh
now
put
in
his
word
.
Taking
the
pipe
out
of
his
mouth
,
and
addressing
the
last
speaker
,
he
said
:
"
I
'll
tell
ye
what
,
Bill
,
and
no
offence
,
mind
ye
;
there
's
but
hundreds
of
them
Parliament
folk
as
wear
so
many
shirts
to
their
back
;
but
there
's
thousands
and
thousands
o
'
poor
weavers
as
han
only
gotten
one
shirt
i
'
th
'
world
;
ay
,
and
do
n't
know
where
t
'
get
another
when
that
rag
's
done
,
though
they
're
turning
out
miles
o
'
calico
every
day
;
and
many
a
mile
o't
is
lying
in
warehouses
,
stopping
up
trade
for
want
o
'
purchasers
.
Yo
take
my
advice
,
John
Barton
,
and
ask
Parliament
to
set
trade
free
,
so
as
workmen
can
earn
a
decent
wage
,
and
buy
their
two
,
ay
and
three
,
shirts
a-year
;
that
would
make
weaving
brisk
.
"
He
put
his
pipe
in
his
mouth
again
,
and
redoubled
his
puffing
to
make
up
for
lost
time
.
"
I
'm
afeard
,
neighbours
,
"
said
John
Barton
,
"
I
've
not
much
chance
o
'
telling
'
em
all
yo
say
;
what
I
think
on
,
is
just
speaking
out
about
the
distress
that
they
say
is
nought
.
When
they
hear
o
'
children
born
on
wet
flags
,
without
a
rag
t
'
cover
'
em
,
or
a
bit
o
'
food
for
th
'
mother
;
when
they
hear
of
folk
lying
down
to
die
i
'
th
'
streets
,
or
hiding
their
want
i
'
some
hole
o
'
a
cellar
till
death
come
to
set
'
em
free
;
and
when
they
hear
o
'
all
this
plague
,
pestilence
,
and
famine
,
they
'll
surely
do
somewhat
wiser
for
us
than
we
can
guess
at
now
.
Howe'er
,
I
han
no
objection
,
if
so
be
there
's
an
opening
,
to
speak
up
for
what
yo
say
;
anyhow
,
I
'll
do
my
best
,
and
yo
see
now
,
if
better
times
do
n't
come
after
Parliament
knows
all
.
"
Some
shook
their
heads
,
but
more
looked
cheery
;
and
then
one
by
one
dropped
off
,
leaving
John
and
his
daughter
alone
.
"
Didst
thou
mark
how
poorly
Jane
Wilson
looked
?
"
asked
he
,
as
they
wound
up
their
hard
day
's
work
by
a
supper
eaten
over
the
fire
,
which
glowed
and
glimmered
through
the
room
,
and
formed
their
only
light
.
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
say
as
I
did
.
But
she
's
never
rightly
held
up
her
head
since
the
twins
died
;
and
all
along
she
has
never
been
a
strong
woman
.
"
"
Never
sin
'
her
accident
.
Afore
that
I
mind
her
looking
as
fresh
and
likely
a
girl
as
e'er
a
one
in
Manchester
.
"
"
What
accident
,
father
?
"
"
She
cotched
[
25
]
her
side
again
a
wheel
.
It
were
afore
wheels
were
boxed
up
.
It
were
just
when
she
were
to
have
been
married
,
and
many
a
one
thought
George
would
ha
'
been
off
his
bargain
;
but
I
knew
he
wer
n't
the
chap
for
that
trick
.
Pretty
near
the
first
place
she
went
to
when
she
were
able
to
go
about
again
,
was
th
'
Oud
Church
;
poor
wench
,
all
pale
and
limping
she
went
up
the
aisle
,
George
holding
her
up
as
tender
as
a
mother
,
and
walking
as
slow
as
e'er
he
could
,
not
to
hurry
her
,
though
there
were
plenty
enow
of
rude
lads
to
cast
their
jests
at
him
and
her
.
Her
face
were
white
like
a
sheet
when
she
came
in
church
,
but
afore
she
got
to
th
'
altar
she
were
all
one
flush
.
But
for
a
'
that
it
's
been
a
happy
marriage
,
and
George
has
stuck
by
me
through
life
like
a
brother
.
He
'll
never
hold
up
his
head
again
if
he
loses
Jane
.
I
did
n't
like
her
looks
to-night
.
"
And
so
he
went
to
bed
,
the
fear
of
forthcoming
sorrow
to
his
friend
mingling
with
his
thoughts
of
to-morrow
,
and
his
hopes
for
the
future
.
Mary
watched
him
set
off
,
with
her
hands
over
her
eyes
to
shade
them
from
the
bright
slanting
rays
of
the
morning
sun
,
and
then
she
turned
into
the
house
to
arrange
its
disorder
before
going
to
her
work
.
She
wondered
if
she
should
like
or
dislike
the
evening
and
morning
solitude
;
for
several
hours
when
the
clock
struck
she
thought
of
her
father
,
and
wondered
where
he
was
;
she
made
good
resolutions
according
to
her
lights
;
and
by-and-bye
came
the
distractions
and
events
of
the
broad
full
day
to
occupy
her
with
the
present
,
and
to
deaden
the
memory
of
the
absent
.
One
of
Mary
's
resolutions
was
,
that
she
would
not
be
persuaded
or
induced
to
see
Mr.
Harry
Carson
during
her
father
's
absence
.
There
was
something
crooked
in
her
conscience
after
all
;
for
this
very
resolution
seemed
an
acknowledgment
that
it
was
wrong
to
meet
him
at
any
time
;
and
yet
she
had
brought
herself
to
think
her
conduct
quite
innocent
and
proper
,
for
although
unknown
to
her
father
,
and
certain
,
even
did
he
know
it
,
to
fail
of
obtaining
his
sanction
,
she
esteemed
her
love-meetings
with
Mr.
Carson
as
sure
to
end
in
her
father
's
good
and
happiness
.
But
now
that
he
was
away
,
she
would
do
nothing
that
he
would
disapprove
of
;
no
,
not
even
though
it
was
for
his
own
good
in
the
end
.
Now
,
amongst
Miss
Simmonds
'
young
ladies
was
one
who
had
been
from
the
beginning
a
confidant
in
Mary
's
love
affair
,
made
so
by
Mr.
Carson
himself
.
He
had
felt
the
necessity
of
some
third
person
to
carry
letters
and
messages
,
and
to
plead
his
cause
when
he
was
absent
.
In
a
girl
named
Sally
Leadbitter
he
had
found
a
willing
advocate
.
She
would
have
been
willing
to
have
embarked
in
a
love-affair
herself
(
especially
a
clandestine
one
)
,
for
the
mere
excitement
of
the
thing
;
but
her
willingness
was
strengthened
by
sundry
half-sovereigns
,
which
from
time
to
time
Mr.
Carson
bestowed
upon
her
.
Sally
Leadbitter
was
vulgar-minded
to
the
last
degree
;
never
easy
unless
her
talk
was
of
love
and
lovers
;
in
her
eyes
it
was
an
honour
to
have
had
a
long
list
of
wooers
.
So
constituted
,
it
was
a
pity
that
Sally
herself
was
but
a
plain
,
red-haired
,
freckled
girl
;
never
likely
,
one
would
have
thought
,
to
become
a
heroine
on
her
own
account
.
But
what
she
lacked
in
beauty
she
tried
to
make
up
for
by
a
kind
of
witty
boldness
,
which
gave
her
what
her
betters
would
have
called
piquancy
.
Considerations
of
modesty
or
propriety
never
checked
her
utterance
of
a
good
thing
.
She
had
just
talent
enough
to
corrupt
others
.
Her
very
good-nature
was
an
evil
influence
.
They
could
not
hate
one
who
was
so
kind
;
they
could
not
avoid
one
who
was
so
willing
to
shield
them
from
scrapes
by
any
exertion
of
her
own
;
whose
ready
fingers
would
at
any
time
make
up
for
their
deficiencies
,
and
whose
still
more
convenient
tongue
would
at
any
time
invent
for
them
.
The
Jews
,
or
Mohammedans
(
I
forget
which
)
,
believe
that
there
is
one
little
bone
of
our
body
,
one
of
the
vertebræ
,
if
I
remember
rightly
,
which
will
never
decay
and
turn
to
dust
,
but
will
lie
incorrupt
and
indestructible
in
the
ground
until
the
Last
Day
:
this
is
the
Seed
of
the
Soul
.
The
most
depraved
have
also
their
Seed
of
the
Holiness
that
shall
one
day
overcome
their
evil
,
their
one
good
quality
,
lurking
hidden
,
but
safe
,
among
all
the
corrupt
and
bad
.
Sally
's
seed
of
the
future
soul
was
her
love
for
her
mother
,
an
aged
bedridden
woman
.
For
her
she
had
self-denial
;
for
her
,
her
good-nature
rose
into
tenderness
;
to
cheer
her
lonely
bed
,
her
spirits
,
in
the
evenings
when
her
body
was
often
woefully
tired
,
never
flagged
,
but
were
ready
to
recount
the
events
of
the
day
,
to
turn
them
into
ridicule
,
and
to
mimic
,
with
admirable
fidelity
,
any
person
gifted
with
an
absurdity
who
had
fallen
under
her
keen
eye
.
But
the
mother
was
lightly
principled
like
Sally
herself
;
nor
was
there
need
to
conceal
from
her
the
reason
why
Mr.
Carson
gave
her
so
much
money
.
She
chuckled
with
pleasure
,
and
only
hoped
that
the
wooing
would
be
long
a-doing
.
Still
neither
she
,
nor
her
daughter
,
nor
Harry
Carson
liked
this
resolution
of
Mary
,
not
to
see
him
during
her
father
's
absence
.
One
evening
(
and
the
early
summer
evenings
were
long
and
bright
now
)
,
Sally
met
Mr.
Carson
by
appointment
,
to
be
charged
with
a
letter
for
Mary
,
imploring
her
to
see
him
,
which
Sally
was
to
back
with
all
her
powers
of
persuasion
.
After
parting
from
him
she
determined
,
as
it
was
not
so
very
late
,
to
go
at
once
to
Mary
's
,
and
deliver
the
message
and
letter
.
She
found
Mary
in
great
sorrow
.
She
had
just
heard
of
George
Wilson
's
sudden
death
:
her
old
friend
,
her
father
's
friend
,
Jem
's
father
—
all
his
claims
came
rushing
upon
her
.
Though
not
guarded
from
unnecessary
sight
or
sound
of
death
,
as
the
children
of
the
rich
are
,
yet
it
had
so
often
been
brought
home
to
her
this
last
three
or
four
months
.
It
was
so
terrible
thus
to
see
friend
after
friend
depart
.
Her
father
,
too
,
who
had
dreaded
Jane
Wilson
's
death
the
evening
before
he
set
off
.
And
she
,
the
weakly
,
was
left
behind
while
the
strong
man
was
taken
.
At
any
rate
the
sorrow
her
father
had
so
feared
for
him
was
spared
.
Such
were
the
thoughts
which
came
over
her
.
She
could
not
go
to
comfort
the
bereaved
,
even
if
comfort
were
in
her
power
to
give
;
for
she
had
resolved
to
avoid
Jem
;
and
she
felt
that
this
of
all
others
was
not
the
occasion
on
which
she
could
keep
up
a
studiously
cold
manner
.
And
in
this
shock
of
grief
,
Sally
Leadbitter
was
the
last
person
she
wished
to
see
.
However
,
she
rose
to
welcome
her
,
betraying
her
tear-swollen
face
.
"
Well
,
I
shall
tell
Mr.
Carson
to-morrow
how
you
're
fretting
for
him
;
it
's
no
more
nor
he
's
doing
for
you
,
I
can
tell
you
.
"
"
For
him
,
indeed
!
"
said
Mary
,
with
a
toss
of
her
pretty
head
.
"
Ay
,
miss
,
for
him
!
You
've
been
sighing
as
if
your
heart
would
break
now
for
several
days
,
over
your
work
;
now
ar
n't
you
a
little
goose
not
to
go
and
see
one
who
I
am
sure
loves
you
as
his
life
,
and
whom
you
love
;
'
How
much
,
Mary
?
'
'
This
much
,
'
as
the
children
say
"
(
opening
her
arms
very
wide
)
.
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
Mary
,
pouting
;
"
I
often
think
I
do
n't
love
him
at
all
.
"
"
And
I
'm
to
tell
him
that
,
am
I
,
next
time
I
see
him
?
"
asked
Sally
.
"
If
you
like
,
"
replied
Mary
.
"
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
care
for
that
or
any
thing
else
now
;
"
weeping
afresh
.
But
Sally
did
not
like
to
be
the
bearer
of
any
such
news
.
She
saw
she
had
gone
on
the
wrong
tack
,
and
that
Mary
's
heart
was
too
full
to
value
either
message
or
letter
as
she
ought
.
So
she
wisely
paused
in
their
delivery
,
and
said
in
a
more
sympathetic
tone
than
she
had
heretofore
used
,
"
Do
tell
me
,
Mary
,
what
's
fretting
you
so
?
You
know
I
never
could
abide
to
see
you
cry
.
"
"
George
Wilson
's
dropped
down
dead
this
afternoon
,
"
said
Mary
,
fixing
her
eyes
for
one
minute
on
Sally
,
and
the
next
hiding
her
face
in
her
apron
as
she
sobbed
anew
.
"
Dear
,
dear
!
All
flesh
is
grass
;
here
to-day
and
gone
to-morrow
,
as
the
Bible
says
.
Still
he
was
an
old
man
,
and
not
good
for
much
;
there
's
better
folk
than
him
left
behind
.
Is
th
'
canting
old
maid
as
was
his
sister
alive
yet
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
who
you
mean
,
"
said
Mary
,
sharply
;
for
she
did
know
,
and
did
not
like
to
have
her
dear
,
simple
Alice
so
spoken
of
.
"
Come
,
Mary
,
do
n't
be
so
innocent
.
Is
Miss
Alice
Wilson
alive
,
then
;
will
that
please
you
?
I
have
n't
seen
her
hereabouts
lately
.
"
"
No
,
she
's
left
living
here
.
When
the
twins
died
she
thought
she
could
,
may
be
,
be
of
use
to
her
sister
,
who
was
sadly
cast
down
,
and
Alice
thought
she
could
cheer
her
up
;
at
any
rate
she
could
listen
to
her
when
her
heart
grew
overburdened
;
so
she
gave
up
her
cellar
and
went
to
live
with
them
.
"
"
Well
,
good
go
with
her
.
I
'd
no
fancy
for
her
,
and
I
'd
no
fancy
for
her
making
my
pretty
Mary
into
a
Methodee
.
"
"
She
was
n't
a
Methodee
,
she
was
Church
o
'
England
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
Mary
,
you
're
very
particular
.
You
know
what
I
meant
.
Look
,
who
is
this
letter
from
?
"
holding
up
Henry
Carson
's
letter
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
and
do
n't
care
,
"
said
Mary
,
turning
very
red
.
"
My
eye
!
as
if
I
did
n't
know
you
did
know
and
did
care
.
"
"
Well
,
give
it
me
,
"
said
Mary
,
impatiently
,
and
anxious
in
her
present
mood
for
her
visitor
's
departure
.
Sally
relinquished
it
unwillingly
.
She
had
,
however
,
the
pleasure
of
seeing
Mary
dimple
and
blush
as
she
read
the
letter
,
which
seemed
to
say
the
writer
was
not
indifferent
to
her
.
"
You
must
tell
him
I
ca
n't
come
,
"
said
Mary
,
raising
her
eyes
at
last
.
"
I
have
said
I
wo
n't
meet
him
while
father
is
away
,
and
I
wo
n't
.
"
"
But
,
Mary
,
he
does
so
look
for
you
.
You
'd
be
quite
sorry
for
him
,
he
's
so
put
out
about
not
seeing
you
.
Besides
you
go
when
your
father
's
at
home
,
without
letting
on
[
26
]
to
him
,
and
what
harm
would
there
be
in
going
now
?
"
"
Well
,
Sally
!
you
know
my
answer
,
I
wo
n't
;
and
I
wo
n't
.
"
"
I
'll
tell
him
to
come
and
see
you
himself
some
evening
,
instead
o
'
sending
me
;
he
'd
may
be
find
you
not
so
hard
to
deal
with
.
"
Mary
flashed
up
.
"
If
he
dares
to
come
here
while
father
's
away
,
I
'll
call
the
neighbours
in
to
turn
him
out
,
so
do
n't
be
putting
him
up
to
that
.
"
"
Mercy
on
us
!
one
would
think
you
were
the
first
girl
that
ever
had
a
lover
;
have
you
never
heard
what
other
girls
do
and
think
no
shame
of
?
"
"
Hush
,
Sally
!
that
's
Margaret
Jennings
at
the
door
.
"
And
in
an
instant
Margaret
was
in
the
room
.
Mary
had
begged
Job
Legh
to
let
her
come
and
sleep
with
her
.
In
the
uncertain
fire-light
you
could
not
help
noticing
that
she
had
the
groping
walk
of
a
blind
person
.
"
Well
,
I
must
go
,
Mary
,
"
said
Sally
.
"
And
that
's
your
last
word
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
;
good-night
.
"
She
shut
the
door
gladly
on
her
unwelcome
visitor
—
unwelcome
at
that
time
at
least
.
"
Oh
Margaret
,
have
ye
heard
this
sad
news
about
George
Wilson
?
"
"
Yes
,
that
I
have
.
Poor
creatures
,
they
've
been
sore
tried
lately
.
Not
that
I
think
sudden
death
so
bad
a
thing
;
it
's
easy
,
and
there
's
no
terrors
for
him
as
dies
.
For
them
as
survives
it
's
very
hard
.
Poor
George
!
he
were
such
a
hearty
looking
man
.
"
"
Margaret
,
"
said
Mary
,
who
had
been
closely
observing
her
friend
,
"
thou'rt
very
blind
to-night
,
ar
n't
thou
?
Is
it
wi
'
crying
?
Your
eyes
are
so
swollen
and
red
.
"
"
Yes
,
dear
!
but
not
crying
for
sorrow
.
Han
ye
heard
where
I
was
last
night
?
"
"
No
;
where
?
"
"
Look
here
.
"
She
held
up
a
bright
golden
sovereign
.
Mary
opened
her
large
gray
eyes
with
astonishment
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
all
how
and
about
it
.
You
see
there
's
a
gentleman
lecturing
on
music
at
th
'
Mechanics
'
,
and
he
wants
folk
to
sing
his
songs
.
Well
,
last
night
th
'
counter
got
a
sore
throat
and
could
n't
make
a
note
.
So
they
sent
for
me
.
Jacob
Butterworth
had
said
a
good
word
for
me
,
and
they
asked
me
would
I
sing
?
You
may
think
I
was
frightened
,
but
I
thought
now
or
never
,
and
said
I
'd
do
my
best
.
So
I
tried
o'er
the
songs
wi
'
th
'
lecturer
,
and
then
th
'
managers
told
me
I
were
to
make
myself
decent
and
be
there
by
seven
.
"
"
And
what
did
you
put
on
?
"
asked
Mary
.
"
Oh
,
why
did
n't
you
come
in
for
my
pretty
pink
gingham
?
"
"
I
did
think
o
n't
;
but
you
had
na
come
home
then
.
No
!
I
put
on
my
merino
,
as
was
turned
last
winter
,
and
my
white
shawl
,
and
did
my
hair
pretty
tidy
;
it
did
well
enough
.
Well
,
but
as
I
was
saying
,
I
went
at
seven
.
I
could
n't
see
to
read
my
music
,
but
I
took
th
'
paper
in
wi
'
me
,
to
ha
'
somewhat
to
do
wi
'
my
fingers
.
Th
'
folks
'
heads
danced
,
as
I
stood
as
right
afore
'
em
all
as
if
I
'd
been
going
to
play
at
ball
wi
'
'
em
.
You
may
guess
I
felt
squeamish
,
but
mine
were
n't
the
first
song
,
and
th
'
music
sounded
like
a
friend
's
voice
,
telling
me
to
take
courage
.
So
to
make
a
long
story
short
,
when
it
were
all
o'er
th
'
lecturer
thanked
me
,
and
th
'
managers
said
as
how
there
never
was
a
new
singer
so
applauded
(
for
they
'd
clapped
and
stamped
after
I
'd
done
,
till
I
began
to
wonder
how
many
pair
o
'
shoes
they
'd
get
through
a
week
at
that
rate
,
let
alone
their
hands
)
.
So
I
'm
to
sing
again
o
'
Thursday
;
and
I
got
a
sovereign
last
night
,
and
am
to
have
half-a-sovereign
every
night
th
'
lecturer
is
at
th
'
Mechanics
'
.
"
"
Well
,
Margaret
,
I
'm
right
glad
to
hear
it
.
"
"
And
I
do
n't
think
you
've
heard
the
best
bit
yet
.
Now
that
a
way
seemed
opened
to
me
,
of
not
being
a
burden
to
any
one
,
though
it
did
please
God
to
make
me
blind
,
I
thought
I
'd
tell
grandfather
.
I
only
telled
him
about
the
singing
and
the
sovereign
last
night
,
for
I
thought
I
'd
not
send
him
to
bed
wi
'
a
heavy
heart
;
but
this
morning
I
telled
him
all
.
"
"
And
how
did
he
take
it
?
"
"
He
's
not
a
man
of
many
words
;
and
it
took
him
by
surprise
like
.
"
"
I
wonder
at
that
;
I
've
noticed
it
in
your
ways
ever
since
you
telled
me
.
"
"
Ay
,
that
's
it
!
If
I
'd
not
telled
you
,
and
you
'd
seen
me
every
day
,
you
'd
not
ha
'
noticed
the
little
mite
o
'
difference
fra
'
day
to
day
.
"
"
Well
,
but
what
did
your
grandfather
say
?
"
"
Why
,
Mary
,
"
said
Margaret
,
half
smiling
,
"
I
'm
a
bit
loath
to
tell
yo
,
for
unless
yo
knew
grandfather
's
ways
like
me
,
yo
'd
think
it
strange
.
He
were
taken
by
surprise
,
and
he
said
:
'
Damn
yo
!
'
Then
he
began
looking
at
his
book
as
it
were
,
and
were
very
quiet
,
while
I
telled
him
all
about
it
;
how
I
'd
feared
,
and
how
downcast
I
'd
been
;
and
how
I
were
now
reconciled
to
it
,
if
it
were
th
'
Lord
's
will
;
and
how
I
hoped
to
earn
money
by
singing
;
and
while
I
were
talking
,
I
saw
great
big
tears
come
dropping
on
th
'
book
;
but
in
course
I
never
let
on
that
I
saw
'
em
.
Dear
grandfather
!
and
all
day
long
he
's
been
quietly
moving
things
out
o
'
my
way
,
as
he
thought
might
trip
me
up
,
and
putting
things
in
my
way
,
as
he
thought
I
might
want
;
never
knowing
I
saw
and
felt
what
he
were
doing
;
for
,
yo
see
,
he
thinks
I
'm
out
and
out
blind
,
I
guess
—
as
I
shall
be
soon
.
"
Margaret
sighed
,
in
spite
of
her
cheerful
and
relieved
tone
.
Though
Mary
caught
the
sigh
,
she
felt
it
was
better
to
let
it
pass
without
notice
,
and
began
,
with
the
tact
which
true
sympathy
rarely
fails
to
supply
,
to
ask
a
variety
of
questions
respecting
her
friend
's
musical
debut
,
which
tended
to
bring
out
more
distinctly
how
successful
it
had
been
.
"
Why
,
Margaret
,
"
at
length
she
exclaimed
,
"
thou'lt
become
as
famous
,
may
be
,
as
that
grand
lady
fra
'
London
,
as
we
seed
one
night
driving
up
to
th
'
concert
room
door
in
her
carriage
.
"
"
It
looks
very
like
it
,
"
said
Margaret
,
with
a
smile
.
"
And
be
sure
,
Mary
,
I
'll
not
forget
to
give
thee
a
lift
now
an
'
then
when
that
comes
about
.
Nay
,
who
knows
,
if
thou'rt
a
good
girl
,
but
mayhappen
I
may
make
thee
my
lady
's
maid
!
Would
n't
that
be
nice
?
So
I
'll
e'en
sing
to
mysel
'
th
'
beginning
o
'
one
o
'
my
songs
,
'
An
'
ye
shall
walk
in
silk
attire
,
An
'
siller
hae
to
spare
.
'
"
"
Nay
,
do
n't
stop
;
or
else
give
me
something
a
bit
more
new
,
for
somehow
I
never
quite
liked
that
part
about
thinking
o
'
Donald
mair
.
"
"
Well
,
though
I
'm
a
bit
tir
'd
,
I
do
n't
care
if
I
do
.
Before
I
come
,
I
were
practising
well
nigh
upon
two
hours
this
one
which
I
'm
to
sing
o
'
Thursday
.
Th
'
lecturer
said
he
were
sure
it
would
just
suit
me
,
and
I
should
do
justice
to
it
;
and
I
should
be
right
sorry
to
disappoint
him
,
he
were
so
nice
and
encouraging
like
to
me
.
Eh
!
Mary
,
what
a
pity
there
is
n't
more
o
'
that
way
,
and
less
scolding
and
rating
i
'
th
'
world
!
It
would
go
a
vast
deal
further
.
Beside
,
some
o
'
th
'
singers
said
they
were
a'most
certain
it
were
a
song
o
'
his
own
,
because
he
were
so
fidgetty
and
particular
about
it
,
and
so
anxious
I
should
give
it
th
'
proper
expression
.
And
that
makes
me
care
still
more
.
Th
'
first
verse
,
he
said
,
were
to
be
sung
'
tenderly
,
but
joyously
!
'
I
'm
afraid
I
do
n't
quite
hit
that
,
but
I
'll
try
.
'
What
a
single
word
can
do
!
Thrilling
all
the
heart-strings
through
,
Calling
forth
fond
memories
,
Raining
round
hope
's
melodies
,
Steeping
all
in
one
bright
hue
—
What
a
single
word
can
do
!
'
Now
it
falls
into
th
'
minor
key
,
and
must
be
very
sad
like
.
I
feel
as
if
I
could
do
that
better
than
t'other
.
'
What
a
single
word
can
do
!
Making
life
seem
all
untrue
,
Driving
joy
and
hope
away
,
Leaving
not
one
cheering
ray
Blighting
every
flower
that
grew
—
What
a
single
word
can
do
!
'
"
Margaret
certainly
made
the
most
of
this
little
song
.
As
a
factory
worker
,
listening
outside
,
observed
,
"
She
spun
it
reet
[
27
]
fine
!
"
And
if
she
only
sang
it
at
the
Mechanics
'
with
half
the
feeling
she
put
into
it
that
night
,
the
lecturer
must
have
been
hard
to
please
,
if
he
did
not
admit
that
his
expectations
were
more
than
fulfilled
.
When
it
was
ended
,
Mary
's
looks
told
more
than
words
could
have
done
what
she
thought
of
it
;
and
partly
to
keep
in
a
tear
which
would
fain
have
rolled
out
,
she
brightened
into
a
laugh
,
and
said
,
"
For
certain
,
th
'
carriage
is
coming
.
So
let
us
go
and
dream
on
it
.
"
CHAPTER
IX
.
BARTON
'S
LONDON
EXPERIENCES
.
"
A
life
of
self-indulgence
is
for
us
,
A
life
of
self-denial
is
for
them
;
For
us
the
streets
,
broad-built
and
populous
,
For
them
unhealthy
corners
,
garrets
dim
,
And
cellars
where
the
water-rat
may
swim
!
For
us
green
paths
refreshed
by
frequent
rain
,
For
them
dark
alleys
where
the
dust
lies
grim
!
Not
doomed
by
us
to
this
appointed
pain
—
God
made
us
rich
and
poor
—
of
what
do
these
complain
?
"
Mrs.
Norton
's
"
Child
Of
The
Islands
.
"
The
next
evening
it
was
a
warm
,
pattering
,
incessant
rain
,
just
the
rain
to
waken
up
the
flowers
.
But
in
Manchester
,
where
,
alas
!
there
are
no
flowers
,
the
rain
had
only
a
disheartening
and
gloomy
effect
;
the
streets
were
wet
and
dirty
,
the
drippings
from
the
houses
were
wet
and
dirty
,
and
the
people
were
wet
and
dirty
.
Indeed
,
most
kept
within-doors
;
and
there
was
an
unusual
silence
of
footsteps
in
the
little
paved
courts
.
Mary
had
to
change
her
clothes
after
her
walk
home
;
and
had
hardly
settled
herself
before
she
heard
some
one
fumbling
at
the
door
.
The
noise
continued
long
enough
to
allow
her
to
get
up
,
and
go
and
open
it
.
There
stood
—
could
it
be
?
yes
it
was
,
her
father
!
Drenched
and
way-worn
,
there
he
stood
!
He
came
in
with
no
word
to
Mary
in
return
for
her
cheery
and
astonished
greeting
.
He
sat
down
by
the
fire
in
his
wet
things
,
unheeding
.
But
Mary
would
not
let
him
so
rest
.
She
ran
up
and
brought
down
his
working-day
clothes
,
and
went
into
the
pantry
to
rummage
up
their
little
bit
of
provision
while
he
changed
by
the
fire
,
talking
all
the
while
as
gaily
as
she
could
,
though
her
father
's
depression
hung
like
lead
on
her
heart
.
For
Mary
,
in
her
seclusion
at
Miss
Simmonds
'
,
—
where
the
chief
talk
was
of
fashions
,
and
dress
,
and
parties
to
be
given
,
for
which
such
and
such
gowns
would
be
wanted
,
varied
with
a
slight
whispered
interlude
occasionally
about
love
and
lovers
,
—
had
not
heard
the
political
news
of
the
day
:
that
Parliament
had
refused
to
listen
to
the
working-men
,
when
they
petitioned
with
all
the
force
of
their
rough
,
untutored
words
to
be
heard
concerning
the
distress
which
was
riding
,
like
the
Conqueror
on
his
Pale
Horse
,
among
the
people
;
which
was
crushing
their
lives
out
of
them
,
and
stamping
woe-marks
over
the
land
.
When
he
had
eaten
and
was
refreshed
,
they
sat
in
silence
for
some
time
;
for
Mary
wished
him
to
tell
her
what
oppressed
him
so
,
yet
durst
not
ask
.
In
this
she
was
wise
;
for
when
we
are
heavy
laden
in
our
hearts
,
it
falls
in
better
with
our
humour
to
reveal
our
case
in
our
own
way
,
and
our
own
time
.
Mary
sat
on
a
stool
at
her
father
's
feet
in
old
childish
guise
,
and
stole
her
hand
into
his
,
while
his
sadness
infected
her
,
and
she
"
caught
the
trick
of
grief
,
and
sighed
,
"
she
knew
not
why
.
"
Mary
,
we
mun
speak
to
our
God
to
hear
us
,
for
man
will
not
hearken
;
no
,
not
now
,
when
we
weep
tears
o
'
blood
.
"
In
an
instant
Mary
understood
the
fact
,
if
not
the
details
,
that
so
weighed
down
her
father
's
heart
.
She
pressed
his
hand
with
silent
sympathy
.
She
did
not
know
what
to
say
,
and
was
so
afraid
of
speaking
wrongly
,
that
she
was
silent
.
But
when
his
attitude
had
remained
unchanged
for
more
than
half-an-hour
,
his
eyes
gazing
vacantly
and
fixedly
at
the
fire
,
no
sound
but
now
and
then
a
deep
drawn
sigh
to
break
the
weary
ticking
of
the
clock
,
and
the
drip-drop
from
the
roof
without
,
Mary
could
bear
it
no
longer
.
Any
thing
to
rouse
her
father
.
Even
bad
news
.
"
Father
,
do
you
know
George
Wilson
's
dead
?
"
(
Her
hand
was
suddenly
and
almost
violently
compressed
.
)
"
He
dropped
down
dead
in
Oxford
Road
yester
morning
.
It
's
very
sad
,
is
n't
it
,
father
?
"
Her
tears
were
ready
to
flow
as
she
looked
up
in
her
father
's
face
for
sympathy
.
Still
the
same
fixed
look
of
despair
,
not
varied
by
grief
for
the
dead
.
"
Best
for
him
to
die
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
low
voice
.
This
was
unbearable
.
Mary
got
up
under
pretence
of
going
to
tell
Margaret
that
she
need
not
come
to
sleep
with
her
to-night
,
but
really
to
ask
Job
Legh
to
come
and
cheer
her
father
.
She
stopped
outside
their
door
.
Margaret
was
practising
her
singing
,
and
through
the
still
night
air
her
voice
rang
out
like
that
of
an
angel
.
"
Comfort
ye
,
comfort
ye
,
my
people
,
saith
your
God
.
"
The
old
Hebrew
prophetic
words
fell
like
dew
on
Mary
's
heart
.
She
could
not
interrupt
.
She
stood
listening
and
"
comforted
,
"
till
the
little
buzz
of
conversation
again
began
,
and
then
entered
and
told
her
errand
.
Both
grandfather
and
grand-daughter
rose
instantly
to
fulfil
her
request
.
"
He
's
just
tired
out
,
Mary
,
"
said
old
Job
.
"
He
'll
be
a
different
man
to-morrow
.
"
There
is
no
describing
the
looks
and
tones
that
have
power
over
an
aching
,
heavy
laden
heart
;
but
in
an
hour
or
so
John
Barton
was
talking
away
as
freely
as
ever
,
though
all
his
talk
ran
,
as
was
natural
,
on
the
disappointment
of
his
fond
hope
,
of
the
forlorn
hope
of
many
.
"
Ay
,
London
's
a
fine
place
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
finer
folk
live
in
it
than
I
ever
thought
on
,
or
ever
heerd
tell
on
except
in
th
'
story-books
.
They
are
having
their
good
things
now
,
that
afterwards
they
may
be
tormented
.
"
Still
at
the
old
parable
of
Dives
and
Lazarus
!
Does
it
haunt
the
minds
of
the
rich
as
it
does
those
of
the
poor
?
"
Do
tell
us
all
about
London
,
dear
father
,
"
asked
Mary
,
who
was
sitting
at
her
old
post
by
her
father
's
knee
.
"
How
can
I
tell
yo
a
'
about
it
,
when
I
never
seed
one-tenth
of
it
.
It
's
as
big
as
six
Manchesters
,
they
telled
me
.
One-sixth
may
be
made
up
o
'
grand
palaces
,
and
three-sixths
o
'
middling
kind
,
and
th
'
rest
o
'
holes
o
'
iniquity
and
filth
,
such
as
Manchester
knows
nought
on
,
I
'm
glad
to
say
.
"
"
Well
,
father
,
but
did
you
see
th
'
Queen
?
"
"
I
believe
I
did
n't
,
though
one
day
I
thought
I
'd
seen
her
many
a
time
.
You
see
,
"
said
he
,
turning
to
Job
Legh
,
"
there
were
a
day
appointed
for
us
to
go
to
Parliament
House
.
We
were
most
on
us
biding
at
a
public-house
in
Holborn
,
where
they
did
very
well
for
us
.
Th
'
morning
of
taking
our
petition
we
'd
such
a
spread
for
breakfast
as
th
'
Queen
hersel
might
ha
'
sitten
down
to
.
I
suppose
they
thought
we
wanted
putting
in
heart
.
There
were
mutton
kidneys
,
and
sausages
,
and
broiled
ham
,
and
fried
beef
and
onions
;
more
like
a
dinner
nor
a
breakfast
.
Many
on
our
chaps
though
,
I
could
see
,
could
eat
but
little
.
Th
'
food
stuck
in
their
throats
when
they
thought
o
'
them
at
home
,
wives
and
little
ones
,
as
had
,
may
be
at
that
very
time
,
nought
to
eat
.
Well
,
after
breakfast
,
we
were
all
set
to
walk
in
procession
,
and
a
time
it
took
to
put
us
in
order
,
two
and
two
,
and
the
petition
as
was
yards
long
,
carried
by
th
'
foremost
pairs
.
The
men
looked
grave
enough
,
yo
may
be
sure
;
and
such
a
set
of
thin
,
wan
,
wretched-looking
chaps
as
they
were
!
"
"
Yourself
is
none
to
boast
on
.
"
"
Ay
,
but
I
were
fat
and
rosy
to
many
a
one
.
Well
,
we
walked
on
and
on
through
many
a
street
,
much
the
same
as
Deansgate
.
We
had
to
walk
slowly
,
slowly
,
for
th
'
carriages
an
'
cabs
as
thronged
th
'
streets
.
I
thought
by-and-bye
we
should
may
be
get
clear
on
'
em
,
but
as
th
'
streets
grew
wider
they
grew
worse
,
and
at
last
we
were
fairly
blocked
up
at
Oxford
Street
.
We
getten
across
at
last
though
,
and
my
eyes
!
the
grand
streets
we
were
in
then
!
They
're
sadly
puzzled
how
to
build
houses
though
in
London
;
there
'd
be
an
opening
for
a
good
steady
master-builder
there
,
as
know
'd
his
business
.
For
yo
see
the
houses
are
many
on
'
em
built
without
any
proper
shape
for
a
body
to
live
in
;
some
on
'
em
they
've
after
thought
would
fall
down
,
so
they
've
stuck
great
ugly
pillars
out
before
'
em
.
And
some
on
'
em
(
we
thought
they
must
be
th
'
tailor
's
sign
)
had
getten
stone
men
and
women
as
wanted
clothes
stuck
on
'
em
.
I
were
like
a
child
,
I
forgot
a
'
my
errand
in
looking
about
me
.
By
this
it
were
dinner-time
,
or
better
,
as
we
could
tell
by
th
'
sun
,
right
above
our
heads
,
and
we
were
dusty
and
tired
,
going
a
step
now
and
a
step
then
.
Well
,
at
last
we
getten
into
a
street
grander
nor
all
,
leading
to
th
'
Queen
's
palace
,
and
there
it
were
I
thought
I
saw
th
'
Queen
.
Yo
've
seen
th
'
hearses
wi
'
white
plumes
,
Job
?
"
Job
assented
.
"
Well
,
them
undertaker
folk
are
driving
a
pretty
trade
in
London
.
Wellnigh
every
lady
we
saw
in
a
carriage
had
hired
one
o
'
them
plumes
for
the
day
,
and
had
it
niddle
noddling
on
her
head
.
It
were
th
'
Queen
's
Drawing-room
,
they
said
,
and
th
'
carriages
went
bowling
along
toward
her
house
,
some
wi
'
dressed
up
gentlemen
like
circus
folk
in
'
em
,
and
rucks
[
28
]
o
'
ladies
in
others
.
Carriages
themselves
were
great
shakes
too
.
Some
o
'
th
'
gentlemen
as
could
n't
get
inside
hung
on
behind
,
wi
'
nosegays
to
smell
at
,
and
sticks
to
keep
off
folk
as
might
splash
their
silk
stockings
.
I
wondered
why
they
did
n't
hire
a
cab
rather
than
hang
on
like
a
whip-behind
boy
;
but
I
suppose
they
wished
to
keep
wi
'
their
wives
,
Darby
and
Joan
like
.
Coachmen
were
little
squat
men
,
wi
'
wigs
like
th
'
oud
fashioned
parsons
.
Well
,
we
could
na
get
on
for
these
carriages
,
though
we
waited
and
waited
.
Th
'
horses
were
too
fat
to
move
quick
;
they'n
never
known
want
o
'
food
,
one
might
tell
by
their
sleek
coats
;
and
police
pushed
us
back
when
we
tried
to
cross
.
One
or
two
on
'
em
struck
wi
'
their
sticks
,
and
coachmen
laughed
,
and
some
officers
as
stood
nigh
put
their
spy-glasses
in
their
eye
,
and
left
'
em
sticking
there
like
mountebanks
.
One
o
'
th
'
police
struck
me
.
'
Whatten
business
have
yo
to
do
that
?
'
said
I
.
"
'
You
're
frightening
them
horses
,
'
says
he
,
in
his
mincing
way
(
for
Londoners
are
mostly
all
tongue-tied
,
and
ca
n't
say
their
a
's
and
i
's
properly
)
,
'
and
it
's
our
business
to
keep
you
from
molesting
the
ladies
and
gentlemen
going
to
her
Majesty
's
Drawing-room
.
'
"
'
And
why
are
we
to
be
molested
?
'
asked
I
,
'
going
decently
about
our
business
,
which
is
life
and
death
to
us
,
and
many
a
little
one
clemming
at
home
in
Lancashire
?
Which
business
is
of
most
consequence
i
'
the
sight
o
'
God
,
think
yo
,
our'n
or
them
gran
ladies
and
gentlemen
as
yo
think
so
much
on
?
'
"
But
I
might
as
well
ha
'
held
my
peace
,
for
he
only
laughed
.
"
John
ceased
.
After
waiting
a
little
to
see
if
he
would
go
on
of
himself
,
Job
said
,
"
Well
,
but
that
's
not
a
'
your
story
,
man
.
Tell
us
what
happened
when
yo
got
to
th
'
Parliament
House
.
"
After
a
little
pause
John
answered
,
"
If
yo
please
,
neighbour
,
I
'd
rather
say
nought
about
that
.
It
's
not
to
be
forgotten
or
forgiven
either
by
me
or
many
another
;
but
I
canna
tell
of
our
down-casting
just
as
a
piece
of
London
news
.
As
long
as
I
live
,
our
rejection
that
day
will
bide
in
my
heart
;
and
as
long
as
I
live
I
shall
curse
them
as
so
cruelly
refused
to
hear
us
;
but
I
'll
not
speak
of
it
no
[
29
]
more
.
"
So
,
daunted
in
their
inquiries
,
they
sat
silent
for
a
few
minutes
.
Old
Job
,
however
,
felt
that
some
one
must
speak
,
else
all
the
good
they
had
done
in
dispelling
John
Barton
's
gloom
was
lost
.
So
after
awhile
he
thought
of
a
subject
,
neither
sufficiently
dissonant
from
the
last
to
jar
on
the
full
heart
,
nor
too
much
the
same
to
cherish
the
continuance
of
the
gloomy
train
of
thought
.
"
Did
you
ever
hear
tell
,
"
said
he
to
Mary
,
"
that
I
were
in
London
once
?
"
"
No
!
"
said
she
,
with
surprise
,
and
looking
at
Job
with
increased
respect
.
"
Ay
,
but
I
were
though
,
and
Peg
there
too
,
though
she
minds
nought
about
it
,
poor
wench
!
You
must
know
I
had
but
one
child
,
and
she
were
Margaret
's
mother
.
I
loved
her
above
a
bit
,
and
one
day
when
she
came
(
standing
behind
me
for
that
I
should
not
see
her
blushes
,
and
stroking
my
cheeks
in
her
own
coaxing
way
)
,
and
told
me
she
and
Frank
Jennings
(
as
was
a
joiner
lodging
near
us
)
should
be
so
happy
if
they
were
married
,
I
could
not
find
in
my
heart
t
'
say
her
nay
,
though
I
went
sick
