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forgers in Hillsborough do； he regularly worships me； and comes blushing up to the farm…house after hours； to ask after me and get a word with me。 He is the best whistler in the parish； and sometimes we march down the village at night； arm…in…arm； whistling a duet。 This charms the natives so that we could take the whole village out at our heels； and put them down in another parish。 But the droll thing is； they will not take me for what I am。 My gentle giant would say 'Sir' till I pretended to be affronted； the women and girls will bob me courtesies； and the men and white headed boys will take off their hats and pull their front hair to me。 If a skilled workman wants to burst with vanity； let him settle in Cairnhope。〃
＇EXTRACT＇
〃Martha Dence and I have had words； and what do you think it was about？ I happened to let out my opinion of Mr。 Raby。 Mother； it was like setting a match to a barrel of gunpowder。 She turned as red as fire； and said； 'Who be you that speaks against Raby to Dence？'
〃I tried to pacify her； but it was no use。 'Don't speak to me；' said she。 'I thought better of you。 You and I are out。' I bowed before the storm； and； to give her time to cool； I obeyed your wishes； and walked to Cairnhope old church。 What a curious place！ But I could not get in； and； on my return； I found Mr。 Raby keeps the key。 Now； you can't do a thing here； or say a word； but what it is known all over the village。 So Martha Dence meets me at the door； and says； very stiffly； she thought I might have told her I wanted to see the old church。 I pulled a long； penitent face； and said； 'Yes； but unfortunately； I was out of her good books； and had orders not to speak to her。' 'Nay；' says she； 'life is too short for long quarrels。 You are a stranger； and knew no better。' Then she told me to wait five minutes while she put on her bonnet； as she calls it。 Well； I waited the five and…forty minutes； and she put on her bonnet； and so many other smart things； that we couldn't possibly walk straight up to the old church。 We had to go round by the butcher's shop； and order half a pound of suet； no less。 'And bring it yourself； this evening；' said I； 'or it might get lost on the road。' Says the butcher； 'Well； sir； that is the first piece of friendly advice any good Christian has bestowed' But I heard no more； owing to Martha chasing me out of the shop。
〃To reach the old church we had to pass the old ruffian's door。 Martha went in； I sauntered on； and she soon came after me； with the key in her hand。 'But；' said she； 'he told me if my name hadn't been Dence he wouldn't trust me with it； though I went on my bended knees。'
〃We opened the church…door； and I spent an hour inside； examining and copying inscriptions for you。 But； when I came to take up a loose brass； to try and decipher it； Martha came screaming at me； 'Oh； put it down！ put it down！ I pledged my word to Squire you should not touch them brasses。' What could I do； mother？ The poor girl was in an agony。 This old ruffian has； somehow； bewitched her； and her father too； into a sort of superstitious devotion that I can't help respecting； unreasonable as it is。 So I dropped the brass； and took to reflecting。 And I give you my thoughts。
〃What a pity and a shame that a building of this size should lie idle！ If it was mine I would carefully remove all the monuments； and the dead bones； et cetera； to the new church； and turn this old building into a factory； or a set of granaries； or something useful。 It is as great a sin to waste bricks and mortar as it is bread；〃 etc。
〃MY DEAR HARRY；Your dear sprightly letters delight me； and reconcile me to the separation； for I see that your health is improving every day； by your gayety； and this makes me happy； though I can not quite be gay。
〃Your last letter was very amusing； yet； somehow； it set me thinking； long and sadly； and some gentle remarks from Dr。 Amboyne （he called yesterday） have also turned my mind the same way。 Time has softened the terrible blow that estranged my brother and myself； and I begin to ask myself； was my own conduct perfect？ was my brother's quite without excuse？ I may have seen but one side； and been too hasty in judging him。 At all events； I would have you； who are a man； think for yourself； and not rush into too harsh a view of that unhappy quarrel。 Dearest； family quarrels are family misfortunes： why should they go down to another generation？ You frighten me； when you wonder that Nathan and his family （I had forgotten his name was Dence） are attached to Mr。 Raby。 Why； with all his faults； my brother is a chivalrous； high…minded gentleman； his word is his bond； and he never deserts a friend； however humble； and I have heard our dear father say that； for many generations； uncommon acts of kindness had passed between that family of yeomen and the knights and squires of Raby。
〃And now； dear； I am going to be very foolish。 But； if these Dences are as great favorites with him as they were with my father； she could easily get you into the house some day； when he is out hunting； and I do want you to see one thing more before you come back from Cairnhopeyour mother's picture。 It hangs； or used to hang； in the great dining…room； nearly opposite the fire…place。
〃I blush at my childishness； but I SHOULD like my child to see what his mother was when she brought him into the world； that sad world in which he has been her only joy and consolation。
P。 S。What an idea！ Turn that dear old church into a factory！ But you are a young man of the day。 And a wonderful day it is； I can not quite keep up with it。〃
〃DEAR MOTHER；I have been there。 Mr。 Raby is a borough magistrate； as well as a county justice； and was in Hillsborough all day to…day。 Martha Dence took me to Raby Hall； and her name was a passport。 When I got to the door； I felt as if something pulled me； and said； 'It's an enemy's house； don't go in。' I wish I had obeyed the warning； but I did not。
〃Well； I have seen your portrait。 It is lovely； it surpasses any woman I ever saw。 And it must have been your image； for it is very like you now； only in the bloom of your youth。
〃And now； dear mother； having done something for you； quite against my own judgment； and my feelings too； please do something for me。 Promise me never to mention Mr。 Raby's name to me again； by letter； or by word of mouth either。 He is not a gentleman： he is not a man； he is a mean； spiteful； cowardly cur。 I'll keep out of his way； if I can； but if he gets in mine； I shall give him a devilish good hiding； then and there； and I'll tell HIM the reason why； and I will not tell YOU。
〃Dear mother； I did intend to stay till Saturday； but； after this； I shall come back to you to…morrow。 My own sweet dove of a mammy； who but a beast could hurt or affront you？
〃So no more letters from your dutiful and affectionate son；
〃Harry。〃
Next day young Little took leave of his friends in Cairnhope； with a promise to come over some Sunday； and see them all。 He borrowed a hooked stick of his devotee； the blacksmith； and walked off with his little bundle over his shoulder； in high health and spirits； and ripe for any thing。
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