of some eight or ten dozen of long corks, and again asserted his brimstone birth and parentage with great distinctness.

The locksmith shook his head perhaps in some doubt of the creature's being really nothing but a bird-perhaps in pity for Barnaby, who by this time had him in his arms, and was rolling about with him on the ground. As he raised his eyes from the poor fellow he encountered those of his mother, who had entered the room, and was looking on in silence.

She was quite white in the face, even to her lips, but had wholly subdued her emotion, and wore her usual quiet look. Varden fancied as he glanced at her that she shrunk from his eye; and that she busied herself about the wounded gentleman to avoid him the better.

It was time he went to bed, she said. He was to be removed to his own home, on the morrow, and he had already exceeded his time for sitting up, by a full hour. Acting on this hint, the locksmith prepared to take his leave.

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By the bye," said Edward, as he shook him by the hand, and looked from him to Mrs. Rudge and back again, what noise was that below? I heard your voice in the midst of it, and should have inquired before, but our other conversation drove it from my memory. What was it?

The locksmith looked towards her, and bit his lip. She leant against the chair, and bent her eyes upon the ground. Barnaby too-he was listening.

-Some mad or drunken fellow, sir, Varden at length made answer, looking steadily at the widow as he spoke. He mistook the house, and tried to force an entrance. » She breathed more freely, but stood quite motionless. As the locksmith said «Good night," and Barnaby caught up the candle to light him down the stairs, she took it from him, and charged him with more haste and earnestness than so slight an occasion appeared to warrant-not to stir. The raven followed them to satisfy himself that all was right below, and when they reached the street-door, stood on the bottom stair, drawing corks out of number.

With a trembling hand she unfastened the chain and bolts,

and turned the key. As she had her hand upon the latch, the locksmith said in a low voice,

"I have told a lie to-night, for your sake, Mary, and for the sake of bygone times and old acquaintance, when I would scorn to do so for my own. I hope I may have done no harm, or led to none. I can't help the suspicions you have forced upon me, and I am loath, I tell you plainly, to leave Mr. Edward here. Take care he comes to no hurt. I doubt the safety of this roof, and am glad he leaves it so soon. Now, let me go."

For a moment she hid her face in her hands and wept; but resisting the strong impulse which evidently moved her to reply, opened the door-no wider than was sufficient for the passage of his body-and motioned him away. As the locksmith stood upon the step, it was chained and locked behind him, and the raven, in furtherance of these precautions, barked like a lusty house-dog.

In league with that ill-looking figure that might have fallen from a gibbet he listening and hiding here - Barnaby first upon the spot last night-can she who has always borne so fair a name be guilty of such crimes in secret! » said the locksmith, musing. Heaven forgive me if I am wrong, and send me just thoughts; but she is poor, the temptation may be great, and we daily hear of things as strange.-Ay, bark away, my friend. If there's any wickedness going on, that raven's in it, I'll be sworn. »

CHAPTER THE SEVENTH.

Mrs. Varden was a lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper- a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more or less. uncomfortable. Thus it generally happened, that when other people were merry, Mrs. Varden was dull; and that when other people were dull, Mrs. Varden was disposed to be amazingly cheerful. Indeed the worthy housewife was of such a capricious nature, that she not only attained a higher pitch of genius than Macbeth, in respect of her ability to be wise,

amazed, temperate and furious, loyal and neutral in an instant, but would sometimes ring the changes backwards and forwards on all possible moods and flights in one short quarter of an hour; performing, as it were, a kind of triple bob major on the peal of instruments in the female belfry, with a skilfulness and rapidity of execution that astonished all who heard her.

It had been observed in this good lady (who did not want for personal attractions, being plump and buxom to look at, though like her fair daughter, somewhat short in stature) that this uncertainty of disposition strengthened and increased with her temporal prosperity; and divers wise men and matrons, on friendly terms with the locksmith and his family, even went so far as to assert, that a tumble down some half-dozen rounds in the world's ladder such as the breaking of the bank in which her husband kept his money, or some little fall of that kind would be the making of her, and could hardly fail to render her one of the most agreeable companions in existence. Whether they were right or wrong in this conjecture, certain it is that minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort, and like them, are often successfully cured by remedies in themselves very nauseous and unpalatable.

Mrs. Varden's chief aider and abettor, and at the same time her principal victim and object of wrath, was her single domestic servant, one Miss Miggs; or as she was called, in conformity with those prejudices of society which lop and top from poor handmaidens all such genteel excrescences-Miggs. This Miggs was a tall young lady, very much addicted to pattens in private life; slender and shrewish, of a rather uncomfortable figure, and though not absolutely ill-looking, of a sharp and acid visage. As a general principle and abstract proposition, Miggs held the male sex to be utterly contemptible and unworthy of notice; to be fickle, false, base, sottish, inclined to perjury, and wholly undeserving. When particularly exasperated against them (which, scandal said, was when Sim Tappertit slighted her most) she was accustomed to wish with great emphasis that the whole race of women could but

die off, in order that the men might be brought to know the real value of the blessings by which they set so little store; nay, her feeling for her order ran so high, that she sometimes declared, if she could only have good security for a fair, round number-say ten thousand-of young virgins following her example, she would, to spite mankind, hang, drown, stab, or poison herself, with a joy past all expression.

It was the voice of Miggs that greeted the locksmith, when he knocked at his own house, with a shrill cry of « Who's there ? »

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Me, girl, me,» returned Gabriel.

« What, already, sir!" said Miggs, opening the door with a look of surprise. We was just getting on our nightcaps to sit up,-me and mistress. Oh, she has been so bad! »

Miggs said this with an air of uncommon candour and concern; but the parlour-door was standing open, and as Gabriel very well knew for whose ears it was designed, he regarded her with anything but an approving look as he passed in.

"Master's come home, mim, and I was right. I thought he wouldn't keep us up so late, two nights running, mim. Master's always considerate so far. I'm so glad, mim, on your account. I'm a little-here Miggs simpered a little sleepy myself; I'll own it now, mim, though I said I wasn't when you asked me. It an't of no consequence, mim, of course. »

"You had better," said the locksmith, who most devoutly wished that Barnaby's raven was at Miggs' ancles, "you had better get to bed at once then. »

« Thanking you kindly, sir, returned Miggs, I could'nt take my rest in peace, nor fix my prayers, otherways than that I knew mistress was comfortable in her bed this night; by rights she should have been there, hours ago. »

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"You're talkative, mistress," said Varden, pulling off his great-coat, and looking at her askew.

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Taking the hint, sir, » cried Miggs, with a flushed face, and thanking you for it most kindly, I will make bold to say, that if I give offence by having consideration for my mistress, I do not ask your pardon, but am content to get myself into trouble and to be in suffering.

Here Mrs. Varden, who, with her countenance shrouded in a large nightcap, had been all this time intent upon the Protestant Manual, looked round, and acknowledged Miggs' championship, by commanding her to hold her tongue.

Every little bone in Miggs' throat and neck developed itself with a spitefulness quite alarming, as she replied, « Yes, mim, I will. »

How do you find yourself now, my dear? said the locksmith, taking a chair near his wife (who had resumed her book), and rubbing his knees hard as he made the inquiry. "You're very anxious to know, an't you?» returned Mrs. Varden, with her eyes upon the print. You, that have not been near me all day, and wouldn't have been if I was dying!» My dear Martha-» said Gabriel.

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Mrs. Varden turned over to the next page; then went back again to the bottom line over leaf to be quite sure of the last words; and then went on reading with an appearance of the deepest interest and study.

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My dear Martha, said the locksmith, how can you say such things, when you know you don't mean them? If you were dying! Why, if there was anything serious the matter with you, Martha, shouldn't I be in constant attendance upon you! »

"Yes! cried Mrs. Varden, bursting into tears, "yes, you would. I don't doubt it, Varden. Certainly you would. That's as much as to tell me that you would be hovering round me like a vulture, waiting till the breath was out of my body, that you might go and marry somebody else. » Miggs groaned in sympathy a little short groan, checked in its birth, and changed into a cough. It seemed to say, I can't help it. It's wrung from me by the dreadful brutality of that monster master. »

But you'll break my heart one of these days,» added Mrs. Varden, with more resignation, and then we shall both be happy. My only desire is to see Dolly comfortably settled, and when she is, you may settle me as soon as you like. » "Ah! cried Miggs-and coughed again.

Poor Gabriel twisted his wig about in silence for a long