"Don"t be too sure of that," rejoined the hangman, calling after him; "if I was a horned animal at the present moment, with the smallest grain of sense, I"d toss every man in this company, excepting them two," meaning Hugh and Barnaby, "for his manner of conducting himself this day."
With which mournful review of their proceedings, Mr Dennis sought consolation in cold boiled beef and beer; but without at all relaxing the grim and dissatisfied expression of his face, the gloom of which was rather deepened than dissipated by their grateful influence.
The company who were thus libelled might have retaliated by strong words, if not by blows, but they were dispirited and worn out. The greater part of them had fasted since morning; all had suffered extremely from the excessive heat; and between the day"s shouting, exertion, and excitement, many had quite lost their voices, and so much of their strength that they could hardly stand. Then they were uncertain what to do next, fearful of the consequences of what they had done already, and sensible that after all they had carried no point, but had indeed left matters worse than they had found them. Of those who had come to The Boot, many dropped off within an hour; such of them as were really honest and sincere, never, after the morning"s experience, to return, or to hold any communication with their late companions. Others remained but to refresh themselves, and then went home desponding; others who had theretofore been regular in their attendance, avoided the place altogether. The half-dozen prisoners whom the Guards had taken, were magnified by report into half-a-hundred at least; and their friends, being faint and sober, so slackened in their energy, and so drooped beneath these dispiriting influences, that by eight o"clock in the evening, Dennis, Hugh, and Barnaby, were left alone. Even they were fast asleep upon the benches, when Gashford"s entrance roused them.
"Oh! you ARE here then?" said the Secretary. "Dear me!"
"Why, where should we be, Muster Gashford!" Dennis rejoined as he rose into a sitting posture.
"Oh nowhere, nowhere," he returned with excessive mildness. "The streets are filled with blue c.o.c.kades. I rather thought you might have been among them. I am glad you are not."
"You have orders for us, master, then?" said Hugh.
"Oh dear, no. Not I. No orders, my good fellow. What orders should I have? You are not in my service."
"Muster Gashford," remonstrated Dennis, "we belong to the cause, don"t we?"
"The cause!" repeated the secretary, looking at him in a sort of abstraction. "There is no cause. The cause is lost."
"Lost!"
"Oh yes. You have heard, I suppose? The pet.i.tion is rejected by a hundred and ninety-two, to six. It"s quite final. We might have spared ourselves some trouble. That, and my lord"s vexation, are the only circ.u.mstances I regret. I am quite satisfied in all other respects."
As he said this, he took a penknife from his pocket, and putting his hat upon his knee, began to busy himself in ripping off the blue c.o.c.kade which he had worn all day; at the same time humming a psalm tune which had been very popular in the morning, and dwelling on it with a gentle regret.
His two adherents looked at each other, and at him, as if they were at a loss how to pursue the subject. At length Hugh, after some elbowing and winking between himself and Mr Dennis, ventured to stay his hand, and to ask him why he meddled with that riband in his hat.
"Because," said the secretary, looking up with something between a snarl and a smile; "because to sit still and wear it, or to fall asleep and wear it, is a mockery. That"s all, friend."
"What would you have us do, master!" cried Hugh.
"Nothing," returned Gashford, shrugging his shoulders, "nothing. When my lord was reproached and threatened for standing by you, I, as a prudent man, would have had you do nothing. When the soldiers were trampling you under their horses" feet, I would have had you do nothing. When one of them was struck down by a daring hand, and I saw confusion and dismay in all their faces, I would have had you do nothing--just what you did, in short. This is the young man who had so little prudence and so much boldness. Ah! I am sorry for him."
"Sorry, master!" cried Hugh.
"Sorry, Muster Gashford!" echoed Dennis.
"In case there should be a proclamation out to-morrow, offering five hundred pounds, or some such trifle, for his apprehension; and in case it should include another man who dropped into the lobby from the stairs above," said Gashford, coldly; "still, do nothing."
"Fire and fury, master!" cried Hugh, starting up. "What have we done, that you should talk to us like this!"
"Nothing," returned Gashford with a sneer. "If you are cast into prison; if the young man--" here he looked hard at Barnaby"s attentive face--"is dragged from us and from his friends; perhaps from people whom he loves, and whom his death would kill; is thrown into jail, brought out and hanged before their eyes; still, do nothing. You"ll find it your best policy, I have no doubt."
"Come on!" cried Hugh, striding towards the door. "Dennis-- Barnaby--come on!"
"Where? To do what?" said Gashford, slipping past him, and standing with his back against it.
"Anywhere! Anything!" cried Hugh. "Stand aside, master, or the window will serve our turn as well. Let us out!"
"Ha ha ha! You are of such--of such an impetuous nature," said Gashford, changing his manner for one of the utmost good fellowship and the pleasantest raillery; "you are such an excitable creature-- but you"ll drink with me before you go?"
"Oh, yes--certainly," growled Dennis, drawing his sleeve across his thirsty lips. "No malice, brother. Drink with Muster Gashford!"
Hugh wiped his heated brow, and relaxed into a smile. The artful secretary laughed outright.
"Some liquor here! Be quick, or he"ll not stop, even for that. He is a man of such desperate ardour!" said the smooth secretary, whom Mr Dennis corroborated with sundry nods and muttered oaths--"Once roused, he is a fellow of such fierce determination!"
Hugh poised his st.u.r.dy arm aloft, and clapping Barnaby on the back, bade him fear nothing. They shook hands together--poor Barnaby evidently possessed with the idea that he was among the most virtuous and disinterested heroes in the world--and Gashford laughed again.
"I hear," he said smoothly, as he stood among them with a great measure of liquor in his hand, and filled their gla.s.ses as quickly and as often as they chose, "I hear--but I cannot say whether it be true or false--that the men who are loitering in the streets to- night are half disposed to pull down a Romish chapel or two, and that they only want leaders. I even heard mention of those in Duke Street, Lincoln"s Inn Fields, and in Warwick Street, Golden Square; but common report, you know--You are not going?"
--"To do nothing, rnaster, eh?" cried Hugh. "No jails and halter for Barnaby and me. They must be frightened out of that. Leaders are wanted, are they? Now boys!"
"A most impetuous fellow!" cried the secretary. "Ha ha! A courageous, boisterous, most vehement fellow! A man who--"
There was no need to finish the sentence, for they had rushed out of the house, and were far beyond hearing. He stopped in the middle of a laugh, listened, drew on his gloves, and, clasping his hands behind him, paced the deserted room for a long time, then bent his steps towards the busy town, and walked into the streets.
They were filled with people, for the rumour of that day"s proceedings had made a great noise. Those persons who did not care to leave home, were at their doors or windows, and one topic of discourse prevailed on every side. Some reported that the riots were effectually put down; others that they had broken out again: some said that Lord George Gordon had been sent under a strong guard to the Tower; others that an attempt had been made upon the King"s life, that the soldiers had been again called out, and that the noise of musketry in a distant part of the town had been plainly heard within an hour. As it grew darker, these stories became more direful and mysterious; and often, when some frightened pa.s.senger ran past with tidings that the rioters were not far off, and were coming up, the doors were shut and barred, lower windows made secure, and as much consternation engendered, as if the city were invaded by a foreign army.
Gashford walked stealthily about, listening to all he heard, and diffusing or confirming, whenever he had an opportunity, such false intelligence as suited his own purpose; and, busily occupied in this way, turned into Holborn for the twentieth time, when a great many women and children came flying along the street--often panting and looking back--and the confused murmur of numerous voices struck upon his ear. a.s.sured by these tokens, and by the red light which began to flash upon the houses on either side, that some of his friends were indeed approaching, he begged a moment"s shelter at a door which opened as he pa.s.sed, and running with some other persons to an upper window, looked out upon the crowd.
They had torches among them, and the chief faces were distinctly visible. That they had been engaged in the destruction of some building was sufficiently apparent, and that it was a Catholic place of worship was evident from the spoils they bore as trophies, which were easily recognisable for the vestments of priests, and rich fragments of altar furniture. Covered with soot, and dirt, and dust, and lime; their garments torn to rags; their hair hanging wildly about them; their hands and faces jagged and bleeding with the wounds of rusty nails; Barnaby, Hugh, and Dennis hurried on before them all, like hideous madmen. After them, the dense throng came fighting on: some singing; some shouting in triumph; some quarrelling among themselves; some menacing the spectators as they pa.s.sed; some with great wooden fragments, on which they spent their rage as if they had been alive, rending them limb from limb, and hurling the scattered morsels high into the air; some in a drunken state, unconscious of the hurts they had received from falling bricks, and stones, and beams; one borne upon a shutter, in the very midst, covered with a dingy cloth, a senseless, ghastly heap. Thus--a vision of coa.r.s.e faces, with here and there a blot of flaring, smoky light; a dream of demon heads and savage eyes, and sticks and iron bars uplifted in the air, and whirled about; a bewildering horror, in which so much was seen, and yet so little, which seemed so long, and yet so short, in which there were so many phantoms, not to be forgotten all through life, and yet so many things that could not be observed in one distracting glimpse--it flitted onward, and was gone.
As it pa.s.sed away upon its work of wrath and ruin, a piercing scream was heard. A knot of persons ran towards the spot; Gashford, who just then emerged into the street, among them. He was on the outskirts of the little concourse, and could not see or hear what pa.s.sed within; but one who had a better place, informed him that a widow woman had descried her son among the rioters.
"Is that all?" said the secretary, turning his face homewards. "Well! I think this looks a little more like business!"
Chapter 51.
Promising as these outrages were to Gashford"s view, and much like business as they looked, they extended that night no farther. The soldiers were again called out, again they took half-a-dozen prisoners, and again the crowd dispersed after a short and bloodless scuffle. Hot and drunken though they were, they had not yet broken all bounds and set all law and government at defiance. Something of their habitual deference to the authority erected by society for its own preservation yet remained among them, and had its majesty been vindicated in time, the secretary would have had to digest a bitter disappointment.
By midnight, the streets were clear and quiet, and, save that there stood in two parts of the town a heap of nodding walls and pile of rubbish, where there had been at sunset a rich and handsome building, everything wore its usual aspect. Even the Catholic gentry and tradesmen, of whom there were many resident in different parts of the City and its suburbs, had no fear for their lives or property, and but little indignation for the wrong they had already sustained in the plunder and destruction of their temples of worship. An honest confidence in the government under whose protection they had lived for many years, and a well-founded reliance on the good feeling and right thinking of the great ma.s.s of the community, with whom, notwithstanding their religious differences, they were every day in habits of confidential, affectionate, and friendly intercourse, rea.s.sured them, even under the excesses that had been committed; and convinced them that they who were Protestants in anything but the name, were no more to be considered as abettors of these disgraceful occurrences, than they themselves were chargeable with the uses of the block, the rack, the gibbet, and the stake in cruel Mary"s reign.
The clock was on the stroke of one, when Gabriel Varden, with his lady and Miss Miggs, sat waiting in the little parlour. This fact; the toppling wicks of the dull, wasted candles; the silence that prevailed; and, above all, the nightcaps of both maid and matron, were sufficient evidence that they had been prepared for bed some time ago, and had some reason for sitting up so far beyond their usual hour.
If any other corroborative testimony had been required, it would have been abundantly furnished in the actions of Miss Miggs, who, having arrived at that restless state and sensitive condition of the nervous system which are the result of long watching, did, by a constant rubbing and tweaking of her nose, a perpetual change of position (arising from the sudden growth of imaginary knots and k.n.o.bs in her chair), a frequent friction of her eyebrows, the incessant recurrence of a small cough, a small groan, a gasp, a sigh, a sniff, a spasmodic start, and by other demonstrations of that nature, so file down and rasp, as it were, the patience of the locksmith, that after looking at her in silence for some time, he at last broke out into this apostrophe:-- "Miggs, my good girl, go to bed--do go to bed. You"re really worse than the dripping of a hundred water-b.u.t.ts outside the window, or the scratching of as many mice behind the wainscot. I can"t bear it. Do go to bed, Miggs. To oblige me--do."
"You haven"t got nothing to untie, sir," returned Miss Miggs, "and therefore your requests does not surprise me. But missis has--and while you sit up, mim"--she added, turning to the locksmith"s wife, "I couldn"t, no, not if twenty times the quant.i.ty of cold water was aperiently running down my back at this moment, go to bed with a quiet spirit."
Having spoken these words, Miss Miggs made divers efforts to rub her shoulders in an impossible place, and shivered from head to foot; thereby giving the beholders to understand that the imaginary cascade was still in full flow, but that a sense of duty upheld her under that and all other sufferings, and nerved her to endurance.
Mrs Varden being too sleepy to speak, and Miss Miggs having, as the phrase is, said her say, the locksmith had nothing for it but to sigh and be as quiet as he could.
But to be quiet with such a basilisk before him was impossible. If he looked another way, it was worse to feel that she was rubbing her cheek, or twitching her ear, or winking her eye, or making all kinds of extraordinary shapes with her nose, than to see her do it. If she was for a moment free from any of these complaints, it was only because of her foot being asleep, or of her arm having got the fidgets, or of her leg being doubled up with the cramp, or of some other horrible disorder which racked her whole frame. If she did enjoy a moment"s ease, then with her eyes shut and her mouth wide open, she would be seen to sit very stiff and upright in her chair; then to nod a little way forward, and stop with a jerk; then to nod a little farther forward, and stop with another jerk; then to recover herself; then to come forward again--lower--lower--lower-- by very slow degrees, until, just as it seemed impossible that she could preserve her balance for another instant, and the locksmith was about to call out in an agony, to save her from dashing down upon her forehead and fracturing her skull, then all of a sudden and without the smallest notice, she would come upright and rigid again with her eyes open, and in her countenance an expression of defiance, sleepy but yet most obstinate, which plainly said, "I"ve never once closed "em since I looked at you last, and I"ll take my oath of it!"
At length, after the clock had struck two, there was a sound at the street door, as if somebody had fallen against the knocker by accident. Miss Miggs immediately jumping up and clapping her hands, cried with a drowsy mingling of the sacred and profane, "Ally Looyer, mim! there"s Simmuns"s knock!"
"Who"s there?" said Gabriel.
"Me!" cried the well-known voice of Mr Tappert.i.t. Gabriel opened the door, and gave him admission.
He did not cut a very insinuating figure, for a man of his stature suffers in a crowd; and having been active in yesterday morning"s work, his dress was literally crushed from head to foot: his hat being beaten out of all shape, and his shoes trodden down at heel like slippers. His coat fluttered in strips about him, the buckles were torn away both from his knees and feet, half his neckerchief was gone, and the bosom of his shirt was rent to tatters. Yet notwithstanding all these personal disadvantages; despite his being very weak from heat and fatigue; and so begrimed with mud and dust that he might have been in a case, for anything of the real texture (either of his skin or apparel) that the eye could discern; he stalked haughtily into the parlour, and throwing himself into a chair, and endeavouring to thrust his hands into the pockets of his small-clothes, which were turned inside out and displayed upon his legs, like ta.s.sels, surveyed the household with a gloomy dignity.
"Simon," said the locksmith gravely, "how comes it that you return home at this time of night, and in this condition? Give me an a.s.surance that you have not been among the rioters, and I am satisfied."
"Sir," replied Mr Tappert.i.t, with a contemptuous look, "I wonder at YOUR a.s.surance in making such demands."
"You have been drinking," said the locksmith.
"As a general principle, and in the most offensive sense of the words, sir," returned his journeyman with great self-possession, "I consider you a liar. In that last observation you have unintentionally--unintentionally, sir,--struck upon the truth."
"Martha," said the locksmith, turning to his wife, and shaking his head sorrowfully, while a smile at the absurd figure beside him still played upon his open face, "I trust it may turn out that this poor lad is not the victim of the knaves and fools we have so often had words about, and who have done so much harm to-day. If he has been at Warwick Street or Duke Street to-night--"
"He has been at neither, sir," cried Mr Tappert.i.t in a loud voice, which he suddenly dropped into a whisper as he repeated, with eyes fixed upon the locksmith, "he has been at neither."
"I am glad of it, with all my heart," said the locksmith in a serious tone; "for if he had been, and it could be proved against him, Martha, your Great a.s.sociation would have been to him the cart that draws men to the gallows and leaves them hanging in the air. It would, as sure as we"re alive!"
Mrs Varden was too much scared by Simon"s altered manner and appearance, and by the accounts of the rioters which had reached her ears that night, to offer any retort, or to have recourse to her usual matrimonial policy. Miss Miggs wrung her hands, and wept.
"He was not at Duke Street, or at Warwick Street, G. Varden," said Simon, sternly; "but he WAS at Westminster. Perhaps, sir, he kicked a county member, perhaps, sir, he tapped a lord--you may stare, sir, I repeat it--blood flowed from noses, and perhaps he tapped a lord. Who knows? This," he added, putting his hand into his waistcoat-pocket, and taking out a large tooth, at the sight of which both Miggs and Mrs Varden screamed, "this was a bishop"s. Beware, G. Varden!"
"Now, I would rather," said the locksmith hastily, "have paid five hundred pounds, than had this come to pa.s.s. You idiot, do you know what peril you stand in?"
"I know it, sir," replied his journeyman, "and it is my glory. I was there, everybody saw me there. I was conspicuous, and prominent. I will abide the consequences."
The locksmith, really disturbed and agitated, paced to and fro in silence--glancing at his former "prentice every now and then--and at length stopping before him, said: "Get to bed, and sleep for a couple of hours that you may wake penitent, and with some of your senses about you. Be sorry for what you have done, and we will try to save you. If I call him by five o"clock," said Varden, turning hurriedly to his wife, and he washes himself clean and changes his dress, he may get to the Tower Stairs, and away by the Gravesend tide-boat, before any search is made for him. From there he can easily get on to Canterbury, where your cousin will give him work till this storm has blown over. I am not sure that I do right in screening him from the punishment he deserves, but he has lived in this house, man and boy, for a dozen years, and I should be sorry if for this one day"s work he made a miserable end. Lock the front-door, Miggs, and show no light towards the street when you go upstairs. Quick, Simon! Get to bed!"
"And do you suppose, sir," retorted Mr Tappert.i.t, with a thickness and slowness of speech which contrasted forcibly with the rapidity and earnestness of his kind-hearted master--"and do you suppose, sir, that I am base and mean enough to accept your servile proposition?--Miscreant!"
"Whatever you please, Sim, but get to bed. Every minute is of consequence. The light here, Miggs!"
"Yes yes, oh do! Go to bed directly," cried the two women together.
Mr Tappert.i.t stood upon his feet, and pushing his chair away to show that he needed no a.s.sistance, answered, swaying himself to and fro, and managing his head as if it had no connection whatever with his body: "You spoke of Miggs, sir--Miggs may be smothered!"
"Oh Simmun!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed that young lady in a faint voice. "Oh mim! Oh sir! Oh goodness gracious, what a turn he has give me!"
"This family may ALL be smothered, sir," returned Mr Tappert.i.t, after glancing at her with a smile of ineffable disdain, "excepting Mrs V. I have come here, sir, for her sake, this night. Mrs Varden, take this piece of paper. It"s a protection, ma"am. You may need it."
With these words he held out at arm"s length, a dirty, crumpled sc.r.a.p of writing. The locksmith took it from him, opened it, and read as follows: "All good friends to our cause, I hope will be particular, and do no injury to the property of any true Protestant. I am well a.s.sured that the proprietor of this house is a staunch and worthy friend to the cause.
GEORGE GORDON."
"What"s this!" said the locksmith, with an altered face.
"Something that"ll do you good service, young feller," replied his journeyman, "as you"ll find. Keep that safe, and where you can lay your hand upon it in an instant. And chalk "No Popery" on your door to-morrow night, and for a week to come--that"s all."
"This is a genuine doc.u.ment," said the locksmith, "I know, for I have seen the hand before. What threat does it imply? What devil is abroad?"
"A fiery devil," retorted Sim; "a flaming, furious devil. Don"t you put yourself in its way, or you"re done for, my buck. Be warned in time, G. Varden. Farewell!"
But here the two women threw themselves in his way--especially Miss Miggs, who fell upon him with such fervour that she pinned him against the wall--and conjured him in moving words not to go forth till he was sober; to listen to reason; to think of it; to take some rest, and then determine.
"I tell you," said Mr Tappert.i.t, "that my mind is made up. My bleeding country calls me and I go! Miggs, if you don"t get out of the way, I"ll pinch you."
Miss Miggs, still clinging to the rebel, screamed once vociferously--but whether in the distraction of her mind, or because of his having executed his threat, is uncertain.
"Release me," said Simon, struggling to free himself from her chaste, but spider-like embrace. "Let me go! I have made arrangements for you in an altered state of society, and mean to provide for you comfortably in life--there! Will that satisfy you?"
"Oh Simmun!" cried Miss Miggs. "Oh my blessed Simmun! Oh mim! what are my feelings at this conflicting moment!"
Of a rather turbulent description, it would seem; for her nightcap had been knocked off in the scuffle, and she was on her knees upon the floor, making a strange revelation of blue and yellow curl- papers, straggling locks of hair, tags of staylaces, and strings of it"s impossible to say what; panting for breath, clasping her hands, turning her eyes upwards, shedding abundance of tears, and exhibiting various other symptoms of the acutest mental suffering.
"I leave," said Simon, turning to his master, with an utter disregard of Miggs"s maidenly affliction, "a box of things upstairs. Do what you like with "em. I don"t want "em. I"m never coming back here, any more. Provide yourself, sir, with a journeyman; I"m my country"s journeyman; henceforward that"s MY line of business."
"Be what you like in two hours" time, but now go up to bed," returned the locksmith, planting himself in the doorway. "Do you hear me? Go to bed!"
"I hear you, and defy you, Varden," rejoined Simon Tappert.i.t. "This night, sir, I have been in the country, planning an expedition which shall fill your bell-hanging soul with wonder and dismay. The plot demands my utmost energy. Let me pa.s.s!"
"I"ll knock you down if you come near the door," replied the locksmith. "You had better go to bed!"
Simon made no answer, but gathering himself up as straight as he could, plunged head foremost at his old master, and the two went driving out into the workshop together, plying their hands and feet so briskly that they looked like half-a-dozen, while Miggs and Mrs Varden screamed for twelve.
It would have been easy for Varden to knock his old "prentice down, and bind him hand and foot; but as he was loth to hurt him in his then defenceless state, he contented himself with parrying his blows when he could, taking them in perfect good part when he could not, and keeping between him and the door, until a favourable opportunity should present itself for forcing him to retreat up- stairs, and shutting him up in his own room. But, in the goodness of his heart, he calculated too much upon his adversary"s weakness, and forgot that drunken men who have lost the power of walking steadily, can often run. Watching his time, Simon Tappert.i.t made a cunning show of falling back, staggered unexpectedly forward, brushed past him, opened the door (he knew the trick of that lock well), and darted down the street like a mad dog. The locksmith paused for a moment in the excess of his astonishment, and then gave chase.
It was an excellent season for a run, for at that silent hour the streets were deserted, the air was cool, and the flying figure before him distinctly visible at a great distance, as it sped away, with a long gaunt shadow following at its heels. But the short- winded locksmith had no chance against a man of Sim"s youth and spare figure, though the day had been when he could have run him down in no time. The s.p.a.ce between them rapidly increased, and as the rays of the rising sun streamed upon Simon in the act of turning a distant corner, Gabriel Varden was fain to give up, and sit down on a doorstep to fetch his breath. Simon meanwhile, without once stopping, fled at the same degree of swiftness to The Boot, where, as he well knew, some of his company were lying, and at which respectable hostelry--for he had already acquired the distinction of being in great peril of the law--a friendly watch had been expecting him all night, and was even now on the look-out for his coming.
"Go thy ways, Sim, go thy ways," said the locksmith, as soon as he could speak. "I have done my best for thee, poor lad, and would have saved thee, but the rope is round thy neck, I fear."
So saying, and shaking his head in a very sorrowful and disconsolate manner, he turned back, and soon re-entered his own house, where Mrs Varden and the faithful Miggs had been anxiously expecting his return.
Now Mrs Varden (and by consequence Miss Miggs likewise) was impressed with a secret misgiving that she had done wrong; that she had, to the utmost of her small means, aided and abetted the growth of disturbances, the end of which it was impossible to foresee; that she had led remotely to the scene which had just pa.s.sed; and that the locksmith"s time for triumph and reproach had now arrived indeed. And so strongly did Mrs Varden feel this, and so crestfallen was she in consequence, that while her husband was pursuing their lost journeyman, she secreted under her chair the little red-brick dwelling-house with the yellow roof, lest it should furnish new occasion for reference to the painful theme; and now hid the same still more, with the skirts of her dress.
But it happened that the locksmith had been thinking of this very article on his way home, and that, coming into the room and not seeing it, he at once demanded where it was.
Mrs Varden had no resource but to produce it, which she did with many tears, and broken protestations that if she could have known-- "Yes, yes," said Varden, "of course--I know that. I don"t mean to reproach you, my dear. But recollect from this time that all good things perverted to evil purposes, are worse than those which are naturally bad. A thoroughly wicked woman, is wicked indeed. When religion goes wrong, she is very wrong, for the same reason. Let us say no more about it, my dear."
So he dropped the red-brick dwelling-house on the floor, and setting his heel upon it, crushed it into pieces. The halfpence, and sixpences, and other voluntary contributions, rolled about in all directions, but n.o.body offered to touch them, or to take them up.
"That," said the locksmith, "is easily disposed of, and I would to Heaven that everything growing out of the same society could be settled as easily."