'llwish
you
good
morning
,
for
I
'm
busy
.
"
Bold
was
now
choking
with
passion
;
he
had
let
the
archdeacon
run
on
,
because
he
knew
not
with
what
words
to
interrupt
him
;
but
now
that
he
had
been
so
defied
and
insulted
,
he
could
not
leave
the
room
without
some
reply
.
"
Dr.
Grantly
,
"
he
commenced
.
"
I
have
nothing
further
to
say
or
to
hear
,
"
said
the
archdeacon
;
"
I
'll
do
myself
the
honour
to
order
your
horse
:
"
and
he
rang
the
bell
.
"
I
came
here
,
Dr.
Grantly
,
with
the
warmest
,
kindest
feelings
—
"
"
Oh
,
of
course
you
did
;
nobody
doubts
it
.
"
"
With
the
kindest
feelings
—
and
they
have
been
most
grossly
outraged
by
your
treatment
.
"
"
Of
course
they
have
—
I
have
not
chosen
to
see
my
father-in-law
ruined
;
what
an
outrage
that
has
been
to
your
feelings
!
"
"
The
time
will
come
,
Dr.
Grantly
,
when
you
will
understand
why
I
called
upon
you
to-day
.
"
"
No
doubt
,
no
doubt
.
Is
Mr.
Bold
's
horse
there
?
That
's
right
,
open
the
front
door
—
good
morning
,
Mr.
Bold
;
"
and
the
doctor
stalked
into
his
own
drawing-room
,
closing
the
door
behind
him
,
and
making
it
quite
impossible
that
John
Bold
should
speak
another
word
.
As
he
got
on
his
horse
,
which
he
was
fain
to
do
feeling
like
a
dog
turned
out
of
a
kitchen
,
he
was
again
greeted
by
little
Sammy
.
"
Good
bye
,
Mr.
Bold
;
I
hope
we
may
have
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
again
before
long
;
I
am
sure
papa
will
always
be
glad
to
see
you
.
"
That
was
certainly
the
bitterest
moment
in
John
Bold
's
life
;
not
even
the
remembrance
of
his
successful
love
could
comfort
him
;
nay
,
when
he
thought
of
Eleanor
,
he
felt
that
it
was
that
very
love
which
had
brought
him
to
such
a
pass
.
That
he
should
have
been
so
insulted
,
and
be
unable
to
reply
!
That
he
should
have
given
up
so
much
to
the
request
of
a
girl
,
and
then
have
had
his
motives
so
misunderstood
!
That
he
should
have
made
so
gross
a
mistake
as
this
visit
of
his
to
the
archdeacon
's
!
He
bit
the
top
of
his
whip
,
till
he
penetrated
the
horn
of
which
it
was
made
:
he
struck
the
poor
animal
in
his
anger
,
and
then
was
doubly
angry
with
himself
at
his
futile
passion
.
He
had
been
so
completely
check-mated
,
so
palpably
overcome
!
and
what
was
he
to
do
?
He
could
not
continue
his
action
after
pledging
himself
to
abandon
it
;
nor
was
there
any
revenge
in
that
—
it
was
the
very
step
to
which
his
enemy
had
endeavoured
to
goad
him
!
He
threw
the
reins
to
the
servant
who
came
to
take
his
horse
,
and
rushed
up
stairs
into
his
drawingroom
,
where
his
sister
Mary
was
sitting
.
"
If
there
be
a
devil
,
"
said
he
,
"
a
real
devil
here
on
earth
,
it
is
Dr.
Grantly
.
"
He
vouchsafed
her
no
further
intelligence
,
but
again
seizing
his
hat
,
he
rushed
out
,
and
took
his
departure
for
London
without
another
word
to
any
one
.
CHAP
.
XIII
.
THE
WARDEN
'S
DECISION
.
The
meeting
between
Eleanor
and
her
father
was
not
so
stormy
as
that
described
in
the
last
chapter
,
but
it
was
hardly
more
successful
.
On
her
return
from
Bold
's
house
,
she
found
her
father
in
a
strange
state
.
He
was
not
sorrowful
and
silent
as
he
had
been
on
that
memorable
day
when
his
son-in-law
lectured
him
as
to
all
that
he
owed
to
his
order
;
nor
was
he
in
his
usual
quiet
mood
.
When
Eleanor
reached
the
hospital
,
he
was
walking
quickly
to
and
fro
upon
the
lawn
,
and
she
soon
saw
that
he
was
much
excited
.
"
I
am
going
to
London
,
my
dear
,
"
he
said
as
soon
as
he
saw
her
.
"
London
,
papa
!
"
"
Yes
my
dear
,
to
London
;
I
will
have
this
matter
settled
some
way
:
there
are
some
things
,
Eleanor
,
which
I
cannot
bear
.
"
"
Oh
,
papa
,
what
is
it
?
"
said
she
,
leading
him
by
the
arm
into
the
house
—
"
I
had
such
good
news
for
you
,
and
now
you
make
me
fear
I
am
too
late
;
"
and
then
,
before
he
could
let
her
know
what
had
caused
this
sudden
resolve
,
or
could
point
to
the
fatal
paper
which
lay
on
the
table
,
she
told
him
that
the
lawsuit
was
over
,
that
Bold
had
commissioned
her
to
assure
her
father
in
his
name
that
it
would
be
abandoned
,
that
there
was
no
further
cause
for
misery
,
that
the
whole
matter
might
be
looked
on
as
though
it
had
never
been
discussed
.
She
did
not
tell
him
with
what
determined
vehemence
she
had
obtained
this
concession
in
his
favour
,
nor
did
she
mention
the
price
she
was
to
pay
for
it
.
The
warden
did
not
express
himself
peculiarly
gratified
at
this
intelligence
,
and
Eleanor
,
though
she
had
not
worked
for
thanks
,
and
was
by
no
means
disposed
to
magnify
her
own
good
offices
,
felt
hurt
at
the
manner
in
which
her
news
was
received
.
"
Mr.
Bold
can
act
as
he
thinks
proper
,
my
love
,
"
said
he
;
"
if
Mr.
Bold
thinks
that
he
has
been
wrong
,
of
course
he
will
discontinue
what
he
is
doing
;
but
that
cannot
change
my
purpose
.
"
"
Oh
,
papa
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
all
but
crying
with
vexation
—
"
I
thought
you
would
have
been
so
happy
—
I
thought
all
would
have
been
right
now
.
"
"
Mr.
Bold
,
"
continued
he
,
"
has
set
great
people
to
work
;
so
great
that
I
doubt
they
are
now
beyond
his
control
.
Read
that
,
my
dear
:
"
and
the
warden
,
doubling
up
a
number
of
the
Jupiter
,
pointed
to
the
peculiar
article
which
she
was
to
read
.
It
was
to
the
last
of
the
three
leaders
,
which
are
generally
furnished
daily
for
the
support
of
the
nation
,
that
Mr.
Harding
directed
her
attention
.
It
dealt
some
heavy
blows
on
various
clerical
delinquents
;
on
families
who
had
received
their
tens
of
thousands
yearly
for
doing
nothing
;
on
men
who
,
as
the
article
stated
,
rolled
in
wealth
which
they
had
neither
earned
nor
inherited
,
and
which
was
in
fact
stolen
from
the
poorer
clergy
.
It
named
some
sons
of
bishops
,
and
grandsons
of
archbishops
;
men
great
in
their
way
,
who
had
redeemed
their
disgrace
in
the
eyes
of
many
by
the
enormity
of
their
plunder
;
and
then
having
disposed
of
these
leviathans
,
it
descended
to
Mr.
Harding
.
"
We
alluded
some
few
weeks
since
to
an
instance
of
similar
injustice
,
though
in
a
more
humble
scale
,
in
which
the
warden
of
an
almshouse
at
Barchester
has
become
possessed
of
the
income
of
the
greater
part
of
the
whole
institution
.
Why
an
almshouse
should
have
a
warden
we
cannot
pretend
to
explain
,
nor
can
we
say
what
special
need
twelve
old
men
can
have
for
the
services
of
a
separate
clergyman
,
seeing
that
they
have
twelve
reserved
seats
for
themselves
in
Barchester
Cathedral
.
But
be
this
as
it
may
,
let
the
gentleman
call
himself
warden
or
precentor
,
or
what
he
will
,
let
him
be
never
so
scrupulous
in
exacting
religious
duties
from
his
twelve
dependants
,
or
never
so
negligent
as
regards
the
services
of
the
cathedral
,
it
appears
palpably
clear
that
he
can
be
entitled
to
no
portion
of
the
revenue
of
the
hospital
,
excepting
that
which
the
founder
set
apart
for
him
;
and
it
is
equally
clear
that
the
founder
did
not
intend
that
three
fifths
of
his
charity
should
be
so
consumed
.
"
The
case
is
certainly
a
paltry
one
after
the
tens
of
thousands
with
which
we
have
been
dealing
,
for
the
warden
's
income
is
after
all
but
a
poor
eight
hundred
a
year
:
eight
hundred
a
year
is
not
magnificent
preferment
of
itself
,
and
the
warden
may
,
for
anything
we
know
,
be
worth
much
more
to
the
church
;
but
if
so
,
let
the
church
pay
him
out
of
funds
justly
at
its
own
disposal
.
"
We
allude
to
the
question
of
the
Barchester
almshouse
at
the
present
moment
,
because
we
understand
that
a
plea
has
been
set
up
which
will
be
peculiarly
revolting
to
the
minds
of
English
churchmen
.
An
action
has
been
taken
against
Mr.
warden
Harding
,
on
behalf
of
the
almsmen
,
by
a
gentleman
acting
solely
on
public
grounds
,
and
it
is
to
be
argued
that
Mr.
Harding
takes
nothing
but
what
he
receives
as
a
servant
of
the
hospital
,
and
that
he
is
not
himself
responsible
for
the
amount
of
stipend
given
to
him
for
his
work
.
Such
a
plea
would
doubtless
be
fair
,
if
any
one
questioned
the
daily
wages
of
a
bricklayer
employed
on
the
building
,
or
the
fee
of
the
charwoman
who
cleans
it
;
but
we
cannot
envy
the
feeling
of
a
clergyman
of
the
Church
of
England
who
could
allow
such
an
argument
to
be
put
into
his
mouth
.
"
If
this
plea
be
put
forward
,
we
trust
Mr.
Harding
will
be
forced
as
a
witness
to
state
the
nature
of
his
employment
;
the
amount
of
work
that
he
does
;
the
income
which
he
receives
,
and
the
source
from
whence
he
obtained
his
appointment
.
We
do
not
think
he
will
receive
much
public
sympathy
to
atone
for
the
annoyance
of
such
an
examination
.
"
As
Eleanor
read
the
article
her
face
flushed
with
indignation
,
and
when
she
had
finished
it
,
she
almost
feared
to
look
up
at
her
father
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
,
"
said
he
,
"
what
do
you
think
of
that
—
is
it
worth
while
to
be
a
warden
at
that
price
?
"
"
Oh
,
papa
—
dear
papa
.
"
"
Mr.
Bold
ca
n't
unwrite
that
my
dear
—
Mr.
Bold
ca
n't
say
that
that
sha
n't
be
read
by
every
clergyman
at
Oxford
;
nay
,
by
every
gentleman
in
the
land
:
"
and
then
he
walked
up
and
down
the
room
,
while
Eleanor
in
mute
despair
followed
him
with
her
eyes
—
"
and
I
'll
tell
you
what
,
my
dear
,
"
he
continued
,
speaking
now
very
calmly
,
and
in
a
forced
manner
very
unlike
himself
.
"
Mr.
Bold
ca
n't
dispute
the
truth
of
every
word
in
that
article
you
have
just
read
—
nor
can
I
.
"
Eleanor
stared
at
him
,
as
though
she
scarcely
understood
the
words
he
was
speaking
.
"
Nor
can
I
,
Eleanor
:
that
's
the
worst
of
all
,
or
would
be
so
if
there
were
no
remedy
;
I
have
thought
much
of
all
this
since
we
were
together
last
night
;
"
and
he
came
and
sat
beside
her
,
and
put
his
arm
round
her
waist
as
he
had
done
then
.
"
I
have
thought
much
of
what
the
archdeacon
has
said
,
and
of
what
this
paper
says
;
and
I
do
believe
I
have
no
right
to
be
here
.
"
"
No
right
to
be
warden
of
the
hospital
,
papa
?
"
"
No
right
to
be
warden
with
eight
hundred
a
year
;
no
right
to
be
warden
with
such
a
house
as
this
;
no
right
to
spend
in
luxury
money
that
was
intended
for
charity
.
Mr.
Bold
may
do
as
he
pleases
about
his
suit
,
but
I
hope
he
will
not
abandon
it
for
my
sake
.
"
Poor
Eleanor
!
this
was
hard
upon
her
.
Was
it
for
this
she
had
made
her
great
resolve
!
For
this
that
she
had
laid
aside
her
quiet
demeanour
,
and
taken
upon
her
the
rants
of
a
tragedy
heroine
!
One
may
work
and
not
for
thanks
,
but
yet
feel
hurt
at
not
receiving
them
;
and
so
it
was
with
Eleanor
:
one
may
be
disinterested
in
one
's
good
actions
,
and
yet
feel
discontented
that
they
are
not
recognised
.
Charity
may
be
given
with
the
left
hand
so
privily
that
the
right
hand
does
not
know
it
,
and
yet
the
left
hand
may
regret
to
feel
that
it
has
no
immediate
reward
.
Eleanor
had
had
no
wish
to
burden
her
father
with
a
weight
of
obligation
,
and
yet
she
had
looked
forward
to
much
delight
from
the
knowledge
that
she
had
freed
him
from
his
sorrows
:
now
such
hopes
were
entirely
over
;
all
that
she
had
done
was
of
no
avail
;
she
had
humbled
herself
to
Bold
in
vain
;
the
evil
was
utterly
beyond
her
power
to
cure
!
She
had
thought
also
how
gently
she
would
whisper
to
her
father
all
that
her
lover
had
said
to
her
about
herself
,
and
how
impossible
she
had
found
it
to
reject
him
:
and
then
she
had
anticipated
her
father
's
kindly
kiss
and
close
embrace
as
he
gave
his
sanction
to
her
love
.
Alas
,
she
could
say
nothing
of
this
now
.
In
speaking
of
Mr.
Bold
,
her
father
put
him
aside
as
one
whose
thoughts
and
sayings
and
acts
could
be
of
no
moment
.
Gentle
reader
,
did
you
ever
feel
yourself
snubbed
?
Did
you
ever
,
when
thinking
much
of
your
own
importance
,
find
yourself
suddenly
reduced
to
a
nonentity
?
Such
was
Eleanor
's
feeling
now
.
"
They
shall
not
put
forward
this
plea
on
my
behalf
,
"
continued
the
warden
.
"
Whatever
may
be
the
truth
of
the
matter
,
that
at
any
rate
is
not
true
;
and
the
man
who
wrote
that
article
is
right
in
saying
that
such
a
plea
is
revolting
to
an
honest
mind
.
I
will
go
up
to
London
,
my
dear
,
and
see
these
lawyers
myself
,
and
if
no
better
excuse
can
be
made
for
me
than
that
,
I
and
the
hospital
will
part
.
"
"
But
the
archdeacon
,
papa
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
my
dear
;
there
are
some
things
which
a
man
cannot
bear
,
—
I
cannot
bear
that
"
—
and
he
put
his
hand
upon
the
newspaper
.
"
But
will
the
archdeacon
go
with
you
?
"
To
tell
the
truth
Mr.
Harding
had
made
up
his
mind
to
steal
a
march
upon
the
archdeacon
.
He
was
aware
that
he
could
take
no
steps
without
informing
his
dread
son-in-law
,
but
he
had
resolved
that
he
would
send
out
a
note
to
Plumstead
Episcopi
detailing
his
plans
,
but
that
the
messenger
should
not
leave
Barchester
till
he
himself
had
started
for
London
;
so
that
he
might
be
a
day
before
the
doctor
,
who
,
he
had
no
doubt
,
would
follow
him
.
In
that
day
,
if
he
had
luck
,
he
might
arrange
it
all
;
he
might
explain
to
Sir
Abraham
that
he
,
as
warden
,
would
have
nothing
further
to
do
with
the
defence
about
to
be
set
up
;
he
might
send
in
his
official
resignation
to
his
friend
the
bishop
,
and
so
make
public
the
whole
transaction
,
that
even
the
doctor
would
not
be
able
to
undo
what
he
had
done
.
He
knew
too
well
the
doctor
's
strength
and
his
own
weakness
to
suppose
he
could
do
this
,
if
they
both
reached
London
together
;
indeed
,
he
would
never
be
able
to
get
to
London
,
if
the
doctor
knew
of
his
intended
journey
in
time
to
prevent
it
.
"
No
,
I
think
not
,
"
said
he
;
"
I
think
I
shall
start
before
the
archdeacon
could
be
ready
—
I
shall
go
early
to-morrow
morning
.
"
"
That
will
be
best
,
papa
,
"
said
Eleanor
,
showing
that
her
father
's
ruse
was
appreciated
.
"
Why
,
yes
,
my
love
:
the
fact
is
,
I
wish
to
do
all
this
before
the
archdeacon
can
—
can
interfere
.
There
is
a
great
deal
of
truth
in
all
he
says
—
he
argues
very
well
,
and
I
ca
n't
always
answer
him
;
but
there
is
an
old
saying
,
Nelly
,
'
every
one
knows
where
his
own
shoe
pinches
!
'
He
'll
say
that
I
want
moral
courage
,
and
strength
of
character
,
and
power
of
endurance
,
and
it
's
all
true
;
but
I
'm
sure
I
ought
not
to
remain
here
,
if
I
have
nothing
better
to
put
forward
than
a
quibble
:
so
,
Nelly
,
we
shall
have
to
leave
this
pretty
place
.
"
Eleanor
's
face
brightened
up
,
as
she
assured
her
father
how
cordially
she
agreed
with
him
.
"
True
,
my
love
,
"
said
he
,
now
again
quite
happy
and
at
ease
in
his
manner
.
"
What
good
to
us
is
this
place
or
all
the
money
,
if
we
are
to
be
ill-spoken
of
?
"
"
Oh
,
papa
,
I
am
so
glad
.
"
"
My
darling
child
.
It
did
cost
me
a
pang
at
first
,
Nelly
,
to
think
that
you
should
lose
your
pretty
drawing-room
,
and
your
ponies
,
and
your
garden
:
the
garden
will
be
the
worst
of
all
—
but
there
is
a
garden
at
Crabtree
,
a
very
pretty
garden
.
"
Crabtree
Parva
was
the
name
of
the
small
living
which
Mr.
Harding
had
held
as
a
minor
canon
,
and
which
still
belonged
to
him
.
It
was
only
worth
some
eighty
pounds
a
year
,
and
a
small
house
and
glebe
,
all
of
which
were
now
handed
over
to
Mr.
Harding
's
curate
;
but
it
was
to
Crabtree
glebe
that
Mr.
Harding
thought
of
retiring
.
This
parish
must
not
be
mistaken
for
that
other
living
,
Crabtree
Canonicorum
as
it
is
called
.
Crabtree
Canonicorum
is
a
very
nice
thing
;
there
are
only
two
hundred
parishioners
;
there
are
four
hundred
acres
of
glebe
;
and
the
great
and
small
tithes
,
which
both
go
to
the
rector
,
are
worth
four
hundred
pounds
a
year
more
.
Crabtree
Canonicorum
is
in
the
gift
of
the
dean
and
chapter
,
and
is
at
this
time
possessed
by
the
Honourable
and
Reverend
Dr.
Vesey
Stanhope
,
who
also
fills
the
prebendal
stall
of
Goosegorge
in
Barchester
Chapter
,
and
holds
the
united
rectory
of
Eiderdown
and
Stogpingum
,
or
Stoke
Pinquium
as
it
should
be
written
.
This
is
the
same
Dr.
Vesey
Stanhope
,
whose
hospitable
villa
on
the
Lake
of
Como
is
so
well
known
to
the
élite
of
English
travellers
,
and
whose
collection
of
Lombard
butterflies
is
supposed
to
be
unique
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
warden
musing
,
"
there
is
a
very
pretty
garden
at
Crabtree
,
but
I
shall
be
sorry
to
disturb
poor
Smith
.
"
Smith
was
the
curate
of
Crabtree
,
a
gentleman
who
was
maintaining
a
wife
and
half
a
dozen
children
on
the
income
arising
from
his
profession
.
Eleanor
assured
her
father
that
as
far
as
she
was
concerned
,
she
could
leave
her
house
and
her
ponies
without
a
single
regret
:
she
was
only
so
happy
that
he
was
going
,
—
going
where
he
would
escape
all
this
dreadful
turmoil
.
"
But
we
will
take
the
music
,
my
dear
.
"
And
so
they
went
on
planning
their
future
happiness
,
and
plotting
how
they
would
arrange
it
all
without
the
interposition
of
the
archdeacon
,
and
at
last
they
again
became
confidential
,
and
then
the
warden
did
thank
her
for
what
she
had
done
,
and
Eleanor
,
lying
on
her
father
's
shoulder
,
did
find
an
opportunity
to
tell
her
secret
:
and
the
father
gave
his
blessing
to
his
child
,
and
said
that
the
man
whom
she
loved
was
honest
,
good
,
and
kind-hearted
,
and
right-thinking
in
the
main
—
one
who
wanted
only
a
good
wife
to
put
him
quite
upright
;
—
—
a
man
,
my
love
,
"
he
ended
by
saying
,
—
to
whom
I
firmly
believe
that
I
can
trust
my
treasure
with
safety
.
"
"
But
what
will
Dr.
Grantly
say
?
"
"
Well
,
my
dear
,
it
ca
n't
be
helped
—
we
shall
be
out
at
Crabtree
then
.
"
And
Eleanor
ran
upstairs
to
prepare
her
father
's
clothes
for
his
journey
;
and
the
warden
returned
to
his
garden
to
make
his
last
adieus
to
every
tree
,
and
shrub
,
and
shady
nook
that
he
knew
so
well
.
CHAP
.
XIV
.
MOUNT
OLYMPUS
.
Wretched
in
spirit
,
groaning
under
the
feeling
of
insult
,
self-condemning
,
and
ill-satisfied
in
every
way
,
Bold
returned
to
his
London
lodgings
.
Ill
as
he
had
fared
in
his
interview
with
the
archdeacon
,
he
was
not
less
under
the
necessity
of
carrying
out
his
pledge
to
Eleanor
;
and
he
went
about
his
ungracious
task
with
a
heavy
heart
.
The
attorneys
whom
he
had
employed
in
London
received
his
instructions
with
surprise
and
evident
misgiving
:
however
,
they
could
only
obey
,
and
mutter
something
of
their
sorrow
that
such
heavy
costs
should
only
fall
upon
their
own
employer
,
—
especially
as
nothing
was
wanting
but
perseverance
to
throw
them
on
the
opposite
party
.
Bold
left
the
office
which
he
had
latterly
so
much
frequented
,
shaking
the
dust
from
off
his
feet
;
and
before
he
was
down
the
stairs
,
an
edict
had
already
gone
forth
for
the
preparation
of
the
bill
.
He
next
thought
of
the
newspapers
.
The
case
had
been
taken
up
by
more
than
one
;
and
he
was
well
aware
that
the
key
note
had
been
sounded
by
the
Jupiter
.
He
had
been
very
intimate
with
Tom
Towers
,
and
had
often
discussed
with
him
the
affairs
of
the
hospital
.
Bold
could
not
say
that
the
articles
in
that
paper
had
been
written
at
his
own
instigation
;
he
did
not
even
know
as
a
fact
that
they
had
been
written
by
his
friend
.
Tom
Towers
had
never
said
that
such
a
view
of
the
case
,
or
such
a
side
in
the
dispute
,
would
be
taken
by
the
paper
with
which
he
was
connected
.
Very
discreet
in
such
matters
was
Tom
Towers
,
and
altogether
indisposed
to
talk
loosely
of
the
concerns
of
that
mighty
engine
of
which
it
was
his
high
privilege
to
move
in
secret
some
portion
.
Nevertheless
,
Bold
believed
that
to
him
were
owing
those
dreadful
words
which
had
caused
such
panic
at
Barchester
,
—
and
he
conceived
himself
bound
to
prevent
their
repetition
.
With
this
view
he
betook
himself
from
the
attorneys
'
to
that
laboratory
where
,
with
amazing
chemistry
,
Tom
Towers
compounded
thunderbolts
for
the
destruction
of
all
that
is
evil
,
and
for
the
furtherance
of
all
that
is
good
,
in
this
and
other
hemispheres
.
Who
has
not
heard
of
Mount
Olympus
—
that
high
abode
of
all
the
powers
of
type
,
that
favoured
seat
of
the
great
goddess
Pica
,
that
wondrous
habitation
of
gods
and
devils
,
from
whence
,
with
ceaseless
hum
of
steam
and
never-ending
flow
of
Castalian
ink
,
issue
forth
fifty
thousand
nightly
edicts
for
the
governance
of
a
subject
nation
?
Velvet
and
gilding
do
not
make
a
throne
,
nor
gold
and
jewels
a
sceptre
.
It
is
a
throne
because
the
most
exalted
one
sits
there
—
and
a
sceptre
because
the
most
mighty
one
wields
it
.
So
it
is
with
Mount
Olympus
.
Should
a
stranger
make
his
way
thither
at
dull
noonday
,
or
during
the
sleepy
hours
of
the
silent
afternoon
,
he
would
find
no
acknowledged
temple
of
power
and
beauty
,
no
fitting
fane
for
the
great
Thunderer
,
no
proud
facades
and
pillared
roofs
to
support
the
dignity
of
this
greatest
of
earthly
potentates
.
To
the
outward
and
uninitiated
eye
,
Mount
Olympus
is
a
somewhat
humble
spot
—
undistinguished
,
unadorned
,
—
nay
,
almost
mean
.
It
stands
alone
,
as
it
were
,
in
a
mighty
city
,
close
to
the
densest
throng
of
men
,
but
partaking
neither
of
the
noise
nor
the
crowd
;
a
small
secluded
,
dreary
spot
,
tenanted
,
one
would
say
,
by
quite
unambitious
people
at
the
easiest
rents
.
'
Is
this
Mount
Olympus
?
'
asks
the
unbelieving
stranger
.
'
Is
it
from
these
small
,
dark
,
dingy
buildings
that
those
infallible
laws
proceed
which
cabinets
are
called
upon
to
obey
;
by
which
bishops
are
to
be
guided
,
lords
and
commons
controlled
,
—
judges
instructed
in
law
,
generals
in
strategy
,
admirals
in
naval
tactics
,
and
orange-women
in
the
management
of
their
barrows
?
'
'
Yes
,
my
friend-
from
these
walls
.
From
here
issue
the
only
known
infallible
bulls
for
the
guidance
of
British
souls
and
bodies
.
This
little
court
is
the
Vatican
of
England
.
Here
reigns
a
pope
,
self-nominated
,
self-consecrated
—
ay
,
and
much
stranger
too
,
—
self-believing
!
—
a
pope
whom
,
if
you
cannot
obey
him
,
I
would
advise
you
to
disobey
as
silently
as
possible
;
a
pope
hitherto
afraid
of
no
Luther
;
a
pope
who
manages
his
own
inquisition
,
who
punishes
unbelievers
as
no
most
skilful
inquisitor
of
Spain
ever
dreamt
of
doing
—
one
who
can
excommunicate
thoroughly
,
fearfully
,
radically
;
put
you
beyond
the
pale
of
men
's
charity
;
make
you
odious
to
your
dearest
friends
,
and
turn
you
into
a
monster
to
be
pointed
at
by
the
finger
!
'
Oh
heavens
!
and
this
is
Mount
Olympus
!
It
is
a
fact
amazing
to
ordinary
mortals
that
the
Jupiter
is
never
wrong
.
With
what
endless
care
,
with
what
unsparing
labour
,
do
we
not
strive
to
get
together
for
our
great
national
council
the
men
most
fitting
to
compose
it
.
And
how
we
fail
!
Parliament
is
always
wrong
:
look
at
the
Jupiter
,
and
see
how
futile
are
their
meetings
,
how
vain
their
council
,
how
needless
all
their
trouble
!
With
what
pride
do
we
regard
our
chief
ministers
,
the
great
servants
of
state
,
the
oligarchs
of
the
nation
on
whose
wisdom
we
lean
,
to
whom
we
look
for
guidance
in
our
difficulties
!
But
what
are
they
to
the
writers
of
the
Jupiter
?
They
hold
council
together
and
with
anxious
thought
painfully
elaborate
their
country
's
good
;
but
when
all
is
done
,
the
Jupiter
declares
that
all
is
nought
.
Why
should
we
look
to
Lord
John
Russell
—
why
should
we
regard
Palmerston
and
Gladstone
,
when
Tom
Towers
without
a
struggle
can
put
us
right
?
Look
at
our
generals
,
what
faults
they
make
;
at
our
admirals
,
how
inactive
they
are
.
What
money
,
honesty
,
and
science
can
do
,
is
done
;
and
yet
how
badly
are
our
troops
brought
together
,
fed
,
conveyed
,
clothed
,
armed
,
and
managed
.
The
most
excellent
of
our
good
men
do
their
best
to
man
our
ships
,
with
the
assistance
of
all
possible
external
appliances
,
but
in
vain
.
All
,
all
is
wrong
—
alas
!
alas
!
Tom
Towers
,
and
he
alone
,
knows
all
about
it
.
Why
,
oh
why
,
ye
earthly
ministers
,
why
have
ye
not
followed
more
closely
this
heaven-sent
messenger
that
is
among
us
?
Were
it
not
well
for
us
in
our
ignorance
that
we
confided
all
things
to
the
Jupiter
?
Would
it
not
be
wise
in
us
to
abandon
useless
talking
,
idle
thinking
,
and
profitless
labour
?
Away
with
majorities
in
the
House
of
Commons
,
with
verdicts
from
judicial
bench
given
after
much
delay
,
with
doubtful
laws
,
and
the
fallible
attempts
of
humanity
!
Does
not
the
Jupiter
,
coming
forth
daily
with
fifty
thousand
impressions
full
of
unerring
decision
on
every
mortal
subject
,
set
all
matters
sufficiently
at
rest
?
Is
not
Tom
Towers
here
,
able
to
guide
us
and
willing
?
Yes
indeed
,
—
able
and
willing
to
guide
all
men
in
all
things
,
so
long
as
he
is
obeyed
as
autocrat
should
be
obeyed
—
with
undoubting
submission
:
only
let
not
ungrateful
ministers
seek
other
colleagues
than
those
whom
Tom
Towers
may
approve
;
let
church
and
state
,
law
and
physic
,
commerce
and
agriculture
—
the
arts
of
war
,
and
the
arts
of
peace
,
all
listen
and
obey
,
and
all
will
be
made
perfect
.
Has
not
Tom
Towers
an
all-seeing
eye
?
From
the
diggings
of
Australia
to
those
of
California
,
right
round
the
habitable
globe
,
does
he
not
know
,
watch
,
and
chronicle
the
doings
of
every
one
?
From
a
bishopric
in
New
Zealand
to
an
unfortunate
director
of
a
North-west
passage
,
is
he
not
the
only
fit
judge
of
capability
?
From
the
sewers
of
London
to
the
Central
Railway
of
India
,
—
from
the
palaces
of
St.
Petersburg
to
the
cabins
of
Connaught
,
nothing
can
escape
him
.
Britons
have
but
to
read
,
to
obey
,
and
be
blessed
.
None
but
the
fools
doubt
the
wisdom
of
the
Jupiter
;
none
but
the
mad
dispute
its
facts
.
No
established
religion
has
ever
been
without
its
unbelievers
,
even
in
the
country
where
it
is
the
most
firmly
fixed
;
no
creed
has
been
without
scoffers
;
no
church
has
so
prospered
as
to
free
itself
entirely
from
dissent
.
There
are
those
who
doubt
the
Jupiter
!
They
live
and
breathe
the
upper
air
,
walking
here
unscathed
,
though
scorned
—
men
,
born
of
British
mothers
and
nursed
on
English
milk
,
who
scruple
not
to
say
that
Mount
Olympus
has
its
price
,
that
Tom
Towers
can
be
bought
for
gold
!
Such
is
Mount
Olympus
,
the
mouthpiece
of
all
the
wisdom
of
this
great
country
.
It
may
probably
be
said
that
no
place
in
this
19th
century
is
more
worthy
of
notice
.
No
treasury
mandate
armed
with
the
signatures
of
all
the
government
has
half
the
power
of
one
of
those
broad
sheets
,
which
fly
forth
from
hence
so
abundantly
,
armed
with
no
signature
at
all
.
Some
great
man
,
some
mighty
peer
—
we
'll
say
a
noble
duke
—
retires
to
rest
feared
and
honoured
by
all
his
countrymen
—
fearless
himself
;
if
not
a
good
man
,
at
any
rate
a
mighty
man
—
too
mighty
to
care
much
what
men
may
say
about
his
want
of
virtue
.
He
rises
in
the
morning
degraded
,
mean
,
and
miserable
;
an
object
of
men
's
scorn
,
anxious
only
to
retire
as
quickly
as
may
be
to
some
German
obscurity
,
some
unseen
Italian
privacy
,
or
,
indeed
,
any
where
out
of
sight
.
What
has
made
this
awful
change
?
what
has
so
afflicted
him
?
An
article
has
appeared
in
the
Jupiter
;
some
fifty
lines
of
a
narrow
column
has
destroyed
all
his
grace
's
equanimity
,
and
banished
him
for
ever
from
the
world
.
No
man
knows
who
wrote
the
bitter
words
;
the
clubs
talk
confusedly
of
the
matter
,
whispering
to
each
other
this
and
that
name
;
while
Tom
Towers
walks
quietly
along
Pall
Mall
,
with
his
coat
buttoned
close
against
the
east
wind
,
as
though
he
were
a
mortal
man
,
and
not
a
god
dispensing
thunderbolts
from
Mount
Olympus
.
It
was
not
to
Mount
Olympus
that
our
friend
Bold
betook
himself
.
He
had
before
now
wandered
round
that
lonely
spot
,
thinking
how
grand
a
thing
it
was
to
write
articles
for
the
Jupiter
;
considering
within
himself
whether
by
any
stretch
of
the
powers
within
him
he
could
ever
come
to
such
distinction
;
wondering
how
Tom
Towers
would
take
any
little
humble
offering
of
his
talents
;
calculating
that
Tom
Towers
himself
must
have
once
had
a
beginning
,
have
once
doubted
as
to
his
own
success
.
Towers
could
not
have
been
born
a
writer
in
the
Jupiter
.
With
such
ideas
,
half
ambitious
and
half
awe-struck
,
had
Bold
regarded
the
silent-looking
workshop
of
the
gods
;
but
he
had
never
yet
by
word
or
sign
attempted
to
influence
the
slightest
word
of
his
unerring
friend
.
On
such
a
course
was
he
now
intent
;
and
not
without
much
inward
palpitation
did
he
betake
himself
to
the
quiet
abode
of
wisdom
,
where
Tom
Towers
was
to
be
found
o
'
mornings
inhaling
ambrosia
and
sipping
nectar
in
the
shape
of
toast
and
tea
.
Not
far
removed
from
Mount
Olympus
,
but
somewhat
nearer
to
the
blessed
regions
of
the
West
,
is
the
most
favoured
abode
of
Themis
.
Washed
by
the
rich
tide
which
now
passes
from
the
towers
of
Cæsar
to
Barry
's
halls
of
eloquence
and
again
back
,
with
new
offerings
of
a
city
's
tribute
,
from
the
palaces
of
peers
to
the
mart
of
merchants
stand
those
quiet
walls
which
Law
has
delighted
to
honour
by
its
presence
.
What
a
world
within
a
world
is
the
Temple
!
how
quiet
are
its
"
entangled
walks
,
"
as
some
one
lately
has
called
them
,
and
yet
how
close
to
the
densest
concourse
of
humanity
!
how
gravely
respectable
its
sober
alleys
,
though
removed
but
by
a
single
step
from
the
profanity
of
the
Strand
and
the
low
iniquity
of
Fleet
Street
!
Old
St.
Dunstan
,
with
its
bell-smiting
bludgeoners
,
has
been
removed
;
the
ancient
shops
with
their
faces
full
of
pleasant
history
are
passing
away
one
by
one
;
the
bar
itself
is
to
go
—
its
doom
has
been
pronounced
by
the
Jupiter
;
rumour
tells
us
of
some
huge
building
that
is
to
appear
in
these
latitudes
dedicated
to
law
,
subversive
of
the
courts
of
Westminster
,
and
antagonistic
to
the
Rolls
and
Lincolns
Inn
;
but
nothing
yet
threatens
the
silent
beauty
of
the
Temple
:
it
is
the
mediæval
court
of
the
metropolis
.
Here
,
on
the
choicest
spot
of
this
choice
ground
,
stands
a
lofty
row
of
chambers
,
looking
obliquely
upon
the
sullied
Thames
;
before
the
windows
,
the
lawn
of
the
Temple
Gardens
stretches
with
that
dim
yet
delicious
verdure
so
refreshing
to
the
eyes
of
Londoners
.
If
doomed
to
live
within
the
thickest
of
London
smoke
,
you
would
surely
say
that
that
would
be
your
chosen
spot
.
Yes
,
you
,
you
whom
I
now
address
,
my
dear
,
middle-aged
bachelor
friend
,
can
nowhere
be
so
well
domiciled
as
here
.
No
one
here
will
ask
whether
you
are
out
or
at
home
;
alone
or
with
friends
:
here
no
Sabbatarian
will
investigate
your
Sundays
,
no
censorious
landlady
will
scrutinise
your
empty
bottle
,
no
valetudinarian
neighbour
will
complain
of
late
hours
.
If
you
love
books
,
to
what
place
are
books
so
suitable
?
The
whole
spot
is
redolent
of
typography
.
Would
you
worship
the
Paphian
goddess
,
the
groves
of
Cyprus
are
not
more
taciturn
than
those
of
the
Temple
.
Wit
and
wine
are
always
here
,
and
always
together
;
the
revels
of
the
Temple
are
as
those
of
polished
Greece
,
where
the
wildest
worshipper
of
Bacchus
never
forgot
the
dignity
of
the
god
whom
he
adored
.
Where
can
retirement
be
so
complete
as
here
?
where
can
you
be
so
sure
of
all
the
pleasures
of
society
?
It
was
here
that
Tom
Towers
lived
,
and
cultivated
with
eminent
success
the
tenth
Muse
who
now
governs
the
periodical
press
.
But
let
it
not
be
supposed
that
his
chambers
were
such
,
or
so
comfortless
,
as
are
frequently
the
gaunt
abodes
of
legal
aspirants
.
Four
chairs
,
a
half-filled
deal
book-case
with
hangings
of
dingy
green
baize
,
an
old
office
table
covered
with
dusty
papers
,
which
are
not
moved
once
in
six
months
,
and
an
older
Pembroke
brother
with
rickety
legs
,
for
all
daily
uses
—
a
despatcher
for
the
preparation
of
lobsters
and
coffee
,
and
an
apparatus
for
the
cooking
of
toast
and
mutton
chops
;
such
utensils
and
luxuries
as
these
did
not
suffice
for
the
well
being
of
Tom
Towers
.
He
indulged
in
four
rooms
on
the
first
floor
,
each
of
which
was
furnished
,
if
not
with
the
splendour
,
with
probably
more
than
the
comfort
of
Stafford
House
.
Every
addition
that
science
and
art
have
lately
made
to
the
luxuries
of
modern
life
was
to
be
found
there
.
The
room
in
which
he
usually
sat
was
surrounded
by
book-shelves
carefully
filled
;
nor
was
there
a
volume
there
which
was
not
entitled
to
its
place
in
such
a
collection
,
both
by
its
intrinsic
worth
and
exterior
splendour
:
a
pretty
portable
set
of
steps
in
one
corner
of
the
room
showed
that
those
even
on
the
higher
shelves
were
intended
for
use
.
The
chamber
contained
but
two
works
of
art
—
the
one
,
an
admirable
bust
of
Sir
Robert
Peel
,
by
Power
,
declared
the
individual
politics
of
our
friend
;
and
the
other
,
a
singularly
long
figure
of
a
female
devotee
,
by
Millais
,
told
equally
plainly
the
school
of
art
to
which
he
was
addicted
.
This
picture
was
not
hung
,
as
pictures
usually
are
,
against
the
wall
;
there
was
no
inch
of
wall
vacant
for
such
a
purpose
:
it
had
a
stand
or
desk
erected
for
its
own
accommodation
;
and
there
on
her
pedestal
,
framed
and
glazed
,
stood
the
devotional
lady
looking
intently
at
a
lily
as
no
lady
ever
looked
before
.
Our
modern
artists
,
whom
we
style
Præ-Raffaellites
,
have
delighted
to
go
back
,
not
only
to
the
finish
and
peculiar
manner
,
but
also
to
the
subjects
of
the
early
painters
.
It
is
impossible
to
give
them
too
much
praise
for
the
elaborate
perseverance
with
which
they
have
equalled
the
minute
perfections
of
the
masters
from
whom
they
take
their
inspiration
:
nothing
probably
can
exceed
the
painting
of
some
of
these
latter-day
pictures
.
It
is
,
however
,
singular
into
what
faults
they
fall
as
regards
their
subjects
:
they
are
not
quite
content
to
take
the
old
stock
groups
—
a
Sebastian
with
his
arrows
,
a
Lucia
with
her
eyes
in
a
dish
,
a
Lorenzo
with
a
gridiron
,
or
the
virgin
with
two
children
.
But
they
are
anything
but
happy
in
their
change
.
As
a
rule
,
no
figure
should
be
drawn
in
a
position
which
it
is
impossible
to
suppose
any
figure
should
maintain
.
The
patient
endurance
of
St.
Sebastian
,
the
wild
ecstacy
of
St.
John
in
the
Wilderness
,
the
maternal
love
of
the
virgin
,
are
feelings
naturally
portrayed
by
a
fixed
posture
;
but
the
lady
with
the
stiff
back
and
bent
neck
,
who
looks
at
her
flower
,
and
is
still
looking
from
hour
to
hour
,
gives
us
an
idea
of
pain
without
grace
,
and
abstraction
without
a
cause
.
It
was
easy
,
from
his
rooms
,
to
see
that
Tom
Towers
was
a
Sybarite
,
though
by
no
means
an
idle
one
.
He
was
lingering
over
his
last
cup
of
tea
,
surrounded
by
an
ocean
of
newspapers
,
through
which
he
had
been
swimming
,
when
John
Bold
's
card
was
brought
in
by
his
tiger
.
This
tiger
never
knew
that
his
master
was
at
home
,
though
he
often
knew
that
he
was
not
,
and
thus
Tom
Towers
was
never
invaded
but
by
his
own
consent
.
On
this
occasion
,
after
twisting
the
card
twice
in
his
fingers
,
he
signified
to
his
attendant
imp
that
he
was
visible
;
and
the
inner
door
was
unbolted
,
and
our
friend
announced
.
I
have
before
said
that
he
of
the
Jupiter
and
John
Bold
were
intimate
.
There
was
no
very
great
difference
in
their
ages
,
for
Towers
was
still
considerably
under
forty
;
and
when
Bold
had
been
attending
the
London
hospitals
,
Towers
,
who
was
not
then
the
great
man
that
he
had
since
become
,
had
been
much
with
him
.
Then
they
had
often
discussed
together
the
objects
of
their
ambition
and
future
prospects
;
then
Tom
Towers
was
struggling
hard
to
maintain
himself
,
as
a
briefless
barrister
,
by
short-hand
reporting
for
any
of
the
papers
that
would
engage
him
;
then
he
had
not
dared
to
dream
of
writing
leaders
for
the
Jupiter
,
or
canvassing
the
conduct
of
Cabinet
ministers
.
Things
had
altered
since
that
time
:
the
briefless
barrister
was
still
briefless
,
but
he
now
despised
briefs
:
could
he
have
been
sure
of
a
judge
's
seat
,
he
would
hardly
have
left
his
present
career
.
It
is
true
he
wore
no
ermine
,
bore
no
outward
marks
of
a
world
's
respect
;
but
with
what
a
load
of
inward
importance
was
he
charged
!
It
is
true
his
name
appeared
in
no
large
capitals
;
on
no
wall
was
chalked
up
"
Tom
Towers
for
ever
"
—
"
Freedom
of
the
Press
and
Tom
Towers
:
"
but
what
member
of
Parliament
had
half
his
power
?
It
is
true
that
in
far-off
provinces
men
did
not
talk
daily
of
Tom
Towers
,
but
they
read
the
Jupiter
,
and
acknowledged
that
without
the
Jupiter
life
was
not
worth
having
.
This
kind
of
hidden
but
still
conscious
glory
suited
the
nature
of
the
man
.
He
loved
to
sit
silent
in
a
corner
of
his
club
and
listen
to
the
loud
chattering
of
politicians
,
and
to
think
how
they
all
were
in
his
power
—
how
he
could
smite
the
loudest
of
them
,
were
it
worth
his
while
to
raise
his
pen
for
such
a
purpose
.
He
loved
to
watch
the
great
men
of
whom
he
daily
wrote
,
and
flatter
himself
that
he
was
greater
than
any
of
them
.
Each
of
them
was
responsible
to
his
country
,
each
of
them
must
answer
if
inquired
into
,
each
of
them
must
endure
abuse
with
good
humour
,
and
insolence
without
anger
.
But
to
whom
was
he
,
Tom
Towers
,
responsible
?
No
one
could
insult
him
;
no
one
could
inquire
into
him
.
He
could
speak
out
withering
words
,
and
no
one
could
answer
him
:
ministers
courted
him
,
though
perhaps
they
knew
not
his
name
;
bishops
feared
him
;
judges
doubted
their
own
verdicts
unless
he
confirmed
them
;
and
generals
,
in
their
councils
of
war
,
did
not
consider
more
deeply
what
the
enemy
would
do
,
than
what
the
Jupiter
would
say
.
Tom
Towers
never
boasted
of
the
Jupiter
;
he
scarcely
ever
named
the
paper
even
to
the
most
intimate
of
his
friends
;
he
did
not
even
wish
to
be
spoken
of
as
connected
with
it
;
but
he
did
not
the
less
value
his
privileges
,
or
think
the
less
of
his
own
importance
.
It
is
probable
that
Tom
Towers
considered
himself
the
most
powerful
man
in
Europe
;
and
so
he
walked
on
from
day
to
day
,
studiously
striving
to
look
a
man
,
but
knowing
within
his
breast
that
he
was
a
god
.
CHAP
.
XV
.
TOM
TOWERS
,
DR.
ANTICANT
,
AND
MR.
SENTIMENT
.
"
Ah
,
Bold
!
how
are
you
?
You
have
n't
breakfasted
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
hours
ago
.
And
how
are
you
?
"
When
one
Esquimaux
meets
another
,
do
the
two
,
as
an
invariable
rule
,
ask
after
each
other
's
health
?
is
it
inherent
in
all
human
nature
to
make
this
obliging
inquiry
?
Did
any
reader
of
this
tale
ever
meet
any
friend
or
acquaintance
without
asking
some
such
question
,
and
did
any
one
ever
listen
to
the
reply
?
Sometimes
a
studiously
courteous
questioner
will
show
so
much
thought
in
the
matter
as
to
answer
it
himself
,
by
declaring
that
had
he
looked
at
you
he
need
n't
have
asked
;
meaning
thereby
to
signify
that
you
are
an
absolute
personification
of
health
:
but
such
persons
are
only
those
who
premeditate
small
effects
.
"
I
suppose
you
're
busy
?
"
inquired
Bold
.
Why
,
yes
,
rather
;
or
I
should
say
rather
not
:
"
I
have
a
leisure
hour
in
the
day
,
this
is
it
.
"
"
I
want
to
ask
you
if
you
can
oblige
me
in
a
certain
matter
.
"
Towers
understood
in
a
moment
,
from
the
tone
of
his
friend
's
voice
,
that
the
certain
matter
referred
to
the
newspaper
.
He
smiled
,
and
nodded
his
head
,
but
made
no
promise
.
"
You
know
this
lawsuit
that
I
've
been
engaged
in
?
"
said
Bold
.
Tom
Towers
intimated
that
he
was
aware
of
the
action
which
was
pending
about
the
hospital
.
"
Well
,
I
've
abandoned
it
.
"
Tom
Towers
merely
raised
his
eyebrows
,
thrust
his
hands
into
his
trousers
'
pockets
,
and
waited
for
his
friend
to
proceed
.
"
Yes
,
I
've
given
it
up
.
I
need
n't
trouble
you
with
all
the
history
;
but
the
fact
is
that
the
conduct
of
Mr.
Harding
—
Mr.
Harding
is
the
—
"
"
Oh
yes
,
the
master
of
the
place
;
the
man
who
takes
all
the
money
and
does
nothing
,
"
said
Tom
Towers
,
interrupting
him
.
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
know
about
that
;
but
his
conduct
in
the
matter
has
been
so
excellent
,
so
little
selfish
,
so
open
,
that
I
cannot
proceed
in
the
matter
to
his
detriment
.
"
Bold
's
heart
misgave
him
as
to
Eleanor
as
he
said
this
;
and
yet
he
felt
that
what
he
said
was
not
untrue
.
"
I
think
nothing
should
now
be
done
till
the
wardenship
be
vacant
.
"
"
And
be
again
filled
,
"
said
Towers
,
"
as
it
certainly
would
,
before
any
one
heard
of
the
vacancy
;
and
the
same
objection
would
again
exist
.
It
's
an
old
story
that
of
the
vested
rights
of
the
incumbent
;
but
suppose
the
incumbent
has
only
a
vested
wrong
,
and
that
the
poor
of
the
town
have
a
vested
right
,
if
they
only
knew
how
to
get
at
it
:
is
not
that
something
the
case
here
?
"
Bold
could
n't
deny
it
,
but
thought
it
was
one
of
those
cases
which
required
a
good
deal
of
management
before
any
real
good
could
be
done
.
It
was
a
pity
that
he
had
not
considered
this
before
he
crept
into
the
lion
's
mouth
,
in
the
shape
of
an
attorney
's
office
.
"
It
will
cost
you
a
good
deal
,
I
fear
,
"
said
Towers
.
"
A
few
hundreds
,
"
said
Bold
—
"
perhaps
three
hundred
;
I
ca
n't
help
that
,
and
am
prepared
for
it
.
"
"
That
's
philosophical
;
it
's
quite
refreshing
to
hear
a
man
talking
of
his
hundreds
in
so
purely
indifferent
a
manner
.
But
I
'm
sorry
you
are
giving
the
matter
up
;
it
injures
a
man
to
commence
a
thing
of
this
kind
,
and
not
carry
it
through
.
Have
you
seen
that
?
"
and
he
threw
a
small
pamphlet
across
the
table
,
which
was
all
but
damp
from
the
press
.
Bold
had
not
seen
it
nor
heard
of
it
;
but
he
was
well
acquainted
with
the
author
of
it
—
a
gentleman
whose
pamphlets
,
condemnatory
of
all
things
in
these
modern
days
,
had
been
a
good
deal
talked
about
of
late
.
Dr.
Pessimist
Anticant
was
a
Scotchman
,
who
had
passed
a
great
portion
of
his
early
days
in
Germany
;
he
had
studied
there
with
much
effect
,
and
had
learnt
to
look
with
German
subtilty
into
the
root
of
things
,
and
to
examine
for
himself
their
intrinsic
worth
and
worthlessness
.
No
man
ever
resolved
more
bravely
than
he
to
accept
as
good
nothing
that
was
evil
;
to
banish
from
him
as
evil
nothing
that
was
good
.
'
Tis
a
pity
that
he
should
not
have
recognised
the
fact
,
that
in
this
world
no
good
is
unalloyed
,
and
that
there
is
but
little
evil
that
has
not
in
it
some
seed
of
what
is
goodly
.
Returning
from
Germany
,
he
had
astonished
the
reading
public
by
the
vigour
of
his
thoughts
,
put
forth
in
the
quaintest
language
.
He
cannot
write
English
,
said
the
critics
.
No
matter
,
said
the
public
;
we
can
read
what
he
does
write
,
and
that
without
yawning
.
And
so
Dr.
Pessimist
Anticant
became
popular
.
Popularity
spoilt
him
for
all
further
real
use
,
as
it
has
done
many
another
.
While
,
with
some
diffidence
,
he
confined
his
objurgations
to
the
occasional
follies
or
short-comings
of
mankind
;
while
he
ridiculed
the
energy
of
the
squire
devoted
to
the
slaughter
of
partridges
,
or
the
mistake
of
some
noble
patron
who
turned
a
poet
into
a
gauger
of
beer
barrels
,
it
was
all
well
;
we
were
glad
to
be
told
our
faults
and
to
look
forward
to
the
coming
millennium
,
when
all
men
,
having
sufficiently
studied
the
works
of
Dr.
Anticant
,
would
become
truthful
and
energetic
.
But
the
doctor
mistook
the
signs
of
the
times
and
the
minds
of
men
,
instituted
himself
censor
of
things
in
general
,
and
began
the
great
task
of
reprobating
everything
and
everybody
,
without
further
promise
of
any
millennium
at
all
.
This
was
not
so
well
;
and
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
our
author
did
not
succeed
in
his
undertaking
.
His
theories
were
all
beautiful
,
and
the
code
of
morals
that
he
taught
us
certainly
an
improvement
on
the
practices
of
the
age
.
We
all
of
us
could
,
and
many
of
us
did
,
learn
much
from
the
doctor
while
he
chose
to
remain
vague
,
mysterious
,
and
cloudy
;
but
when
he
became
practical
,
the
charm
was
gone
.
His
allusion
to
the
poet
and
the
partridges
was
received
very
well
.
'
Oh
,
my
poor
brother
,
'
said
he
,
'
slaughtered
partridges
a
score
of
brace
to
each
gun
,
and
poets
gauging
ale
barrels
,
with
sixty
pounds
a-year
,
at
Dumfries
,
are
not
the
signs
of
a
great
era
!
perhaps
of
the
smallest
possible
era
yet
written
of
.
Whatever
economies
we
pursue
,
political
or
other
,
let
us
see
at
once
that
this
is
the
maddest
of
the
uneconomic
:
partridges
killed
by
our
land
magnates
at
,
shall
we
say
,
a
guinea
a-head
,
to
be
retailed
in
Leadenhall
at
one
shilling
and
ninepence
,
with
one
poacher
in
limbo
for
every
fifty
birds
!
our
poet
,
maker
,
creator
,
gauging
ale
,
and
that
badly
,
with
no
leisure
for
making
or
creating
,
only
a
little
leisure
for
drinking
,
and
such
like
beer-barrel
avocations
!
Truly
,
a
cutting
of
blocks
with
fine
razors
while
we
scrape
our
chins
so
uncomfortably
with
rusty
knives
!
Oh
,
my
political
economist
,
master
of
supply
and
demand
,
division
of
labour
and
high
pressure
—
oh
,
my
loud-speaking
friend
,
tell
me
,
if
so
much
be
in
you
,
what
is
the
demand
for
poets
in
these
kingdoms
of
Queen
Victoria
,
and
what
the
vouchsafed
supply
?
'
This
was
all
very
well
;
this
gave
us
some
hope
.
We
might
do
better
with
our
next
poet
,
when
we
got
one
;
and
though
the
partridges
might
not
be
abandoned
,
something
could
perhaps
be
done
as
to
the
poachers
.
We
were
unwilling
,
however
,
to
take
lessons
in
politics
from
so
misty
a
professor
;
and
when
he
came
to
tell
us
that
the
heroes
of
Westminster
were
naught
,
we
began
to
think
that
he
had
written
enough
.
His
attack
upon
despatch
boxes
was
not
thought
to
have
much
in
it
;
but
as
it
is
short
,
the
doctor
shall
again
be
allowed
to
speak
his
sentiments
:
—
'
Could
utmost
ingenuity
in
the
management
of
red
tape
avail
anything
to
men
lying
gasping
—
we
may
say
,
all
but
dead
;
could
despatch
boxes
with
never-so-much
velvet
lining
and
Chubb
's
patent
,
be
of
comfort
to
a
people
in
extremis
,
I
also
,
with
so
many
others
,
would
,
with
parched
tongue
,
call
on
the
name
of
Lord
John
Russell
;
or
,
my
brother
,
at
your
advice
,
on
Lord
Aberdeen
;
or
,
my
cousin
,
on
Lord
Derby
,
at
yours
;
being
,
with
my
parched
tongue
,
indifferent
in
such
matters
.
'
Tis
all
one
.
Oh
,
Derby
!
Oh
,
Gladstone
!
Oh
,
Palmerston
!
Oh
,
Lord
John
!
Each
comes
running
with
serene
face
and
despatch
box
.
Vain
physicians
!
though
there
were
hosts
of
such
,
no
despatch
box
will
cure
this
disorder
!
What
!
are
these
other
doctors
'
new
names
,
disciples
who
have
not
burdened
their
souls
with
tape
?
Well
,
let
us
call
again
.
Oh
,
Disraeli
,
great
oppositionist
,
man
of
the
bitter
brow
!
or
,
Oh
,
Molesworth
,
great
reformer
,
thou
who
promisest
Utopia
.
They
come
;
each
with
that
serene
face
,
and
each
—
alas
,
me
!
alas
,
my
country
!
—
each
with
a
despatch
box
!
'
Oh
,
the
serenity
of
Downing
Street
!
'
My
brothers
,
when
hope
was
over
on
the
battle
field
,
when
no
dimmest
chance
of
victory
remained
,
the
ancient
Roman
could
hide
his
face
within
his
toga
,
and
die
gracefully
.
Can
you
and
I
do
so
now
?
If
so
,
'
t
were
best
for
us
;
if
not
,
oh
my
brothers
,
we
must
die
disgracefully
,
for
hope
of
life
and
victory
I
see
none
left
to
us
in
this
world
below
.
I
for
one
cannot
trust
much
to
serene
face
and
despatch
box
!
'
There
might
be
truth
in
this
,
there
might
be
depth
of
reasoning
;
but
Englishmen
did
not
see
enough
in
the
argument
to
induce
them
to
withdraw
their
confidence
from
the
present
arrangements
of
the
government
,
and
Dr.
Anticant
's
monthly
pamphlet
on
the
decay
of
the
world
did
not
receive
so
much
attention
as
his
earlier
works
.
He
did
not
confine
himself
to
politics
in
these
publications
,
but
roamed
at
large
over
all
matters
of
public
interest
,
and
found
everything
bad
.
According
to
him
nobody
was
true
,
and
not
only
nobody
,
but
nothing
;
a
man
could
not
take
off
his
hat
to
a
lady
without
telling
a
lie
—
the
lady
would
lie
again
in
smiling
.
The
ruffles
of
the
gentleman
's
shirt
would
be
fraught
with
deceit
,
and
the
ladies
'
flounces
full
of
falsehood
.
Was
ever
anything
more
severe
than
that
attack
of
his
on
chip
bonnets
,
or
the
anathemas
with
which
he
endeavoured
to
dust
the
powder
out
of
the
bishops
'
wigs
?
The
pamphlet
which
Tom
Towers
now
pushed
across
the
table
was
entitled
"
Modern
Charity
,
"
and
was
written
with
the
view
of
proving
how
much
in
the
way
of
charity
was
done
by
our
predecessors
—
how
little
by
the
present
age
;
and
it
ended
by
a
comparison
between
ancient
and
modern
times
,
very
little
to
the
credit
of
the
latter
.
"
Look
at
this
,
"
said
Towers
,
getting
up
and
turning
over
the
pages
of
the
pamphlet
,
and
pointing
to
a
passage
near
the
end
;
"
your
friend
the
warden
,
who
is
so
little
selfish
,
wo
n't
like
that
,
I
fear
.
"
Bold
read
as
follows
:
—
'
Heavens
,
what
a
sight
!
Let
us
with
eyes
wide
open
see
the
godly
man
of
four
centuries
since
,
the
man
of
the
dark
ages
:
let
us
see
how
he
does
his
godlike
work
,
and
,
again
,
how
the
godly
man
of
these
latter
days
does
his
.
'
Shall
we
say
that
the
former
is
one
walking
painfully
through
the
world
,
regarding
,
as
a
prudent
man
,
his
worldly
work
,
prospering
in
it
as
a
diligent
man
will
prosper
,
but
always
with
an
eye
to
that
better
treasure
to
which
thieves
do
not
creep
in
?
Is
there
not
much
nobility
in
that
old
man
,
as
,
leaning
on
his
oaken
staff
,
he
walks
down
the
high
street
of
his
native
town
,
and
receives
from
all
courteous
salutation
and
acknowledgment
of
his
worth
?
A
noble
old
man
,
my
august
inhabitants
of
Belgrave
Square
and
such
like
vicinity
—
a
very
noble
old
man
,
though
employed
no
better
than
in
the
wholesale
carding
of
wool
.
'
This
carding
of
wool
,
however
,
