HehadastrongnotionofbeingakindofdomesticJupiter。\'It\'smadeadealo\'worki\'Monkshaven。Folkhadgottentothinknoughto\'t\'tender，shelaysostill，an\'t\'leftenantpaidsuchagoodpriceforallhewantedfort\'ship。Buto\'Thursdayt\'Resolution，firstwhalerbackthisseason，cameinport，andt\'press—gangshowedtheirteeth，andcarriedofffourasgoodable—bodiedseamenasiverImadetrousersfor;andt\'placewerealluplikeanesto\'wasps，whenyo\'vesetyourfootint\'midst。Theyweresomad，theywerereadyfort\'fightt\'verypavin\'stones。\'\'Awisha\'dbeentheere！Ajustwishahad！A\'veascorefort\'reckonupwi\'t\'press—gang！\'Andtheoldmanlifteduphisrighthand——hishandonwhichtheforefingerandthumbweremaimedanduseless——partlyindenunciation，andpartlyasawitnessofwhathehadenduredtoescapefromtheservice，abhorredbecauseitwasforced。Hisfacebecameatotallydifferentcountenancewiththeexpressionofsettledandunrelentingindignation，whichhiswordscalledout。\'G\'on，man，g\'on，\'saidDaniel，impatientwithDonkinforthelittledelayoccasionedbythenecessityofarranginghisworkmorefully。\'Ay！ay！allingoodtime;fora\'vealongtaletotellyet;an\'amunhavesome\'untoironmeoutmyseams，andlookmeoutmybits，forthere\'snoneherefitformypurpose。\'Dangthybits！Here，Sylvie！Sylvie！comeandbetailor\'sman，andlett\'chapgetsettledsharp，fora\'mfaint\'hearhisstory。\'Sylviatookherdirections，andplacedherironsinthefire，andranupstairsforthebundlewhichhadbeenputasidebyhercarefulmotherforoccasionslikethepresent。Itconsistedofsmallpiecesofvariouscolouredcloth，cutoutofoldcoatsandwaistcoats，andsimilargarments，whenthewholehadbecometoomuchwornforuse，yetwhenparthadbeengoodenoughtobetreasuredbyathriftyhousewife。DanielgrewangrybeforeDonkinhadselectedhispatternsandsettledtheworktohisownmind。\'Well，\'saidheatlast;\'amoughtbeayoungmana—goin\'awooin\'，byt\'painsthou\'sttakenfort\'matchmyoudclothes。Idon\'tcareifthey\'repatchedwi\'scarlet，atellthee;soasthou\'ltworkawayatthytalewi\'
thytongue，sametimeasthouworksatthyneedlewi\'thyfingers。\'\'Then，asaweresaying，allMonkshavenwerelikeanesto\'wasps，flyin\'
hitherandthither，andmakin\'sichabuzzin\'andatalkin\'asniverwere;
andeachwi\'hisstingout，readyfort\'venthisvenomo\'rageandrevenge。
Andwomencryin\'andsobbin\'i\'t\'streets——when，Lordhelpus！o\'Saturdaycameaworsetimethaniver！forallFridaytherehadbeenakindo\'expectationan\'dismayaboutt\'GoodFortune，ast\'marinershadsaidwasoffStAbb\'sHeado\'Thursday，whent\'Resolutioncamein;andtherewaswivesandmaidswi\'husbandsan\'sweetheartsaboardt\'GoodFortunereadytothrowtheireyesoutontheirheadswi\'gazin\'，gazin\'nor\'ardsovert\'sea，aswereallonehazeo\'blanknesswi\'t\'rain;andwhent\'
afternoontidecomedin，an\'niveralineonhertobeseen，folkwereoncertainast\'whethershewereholdingoffforfearo\'t\'tender——aswereouto\'sight，too——orwhatwerehermak\'o\'goin\'on。An\'t\'poorwetdraggledwomenfolkcameupt\'town，someslowlycryin\'，asiftheirheartswassick，an\'othersjustbenttheirheadstot\'wind，andwentstraighttotheirhomes，notherlookingnorspeakingtoonyone;butbarredtheirdoors，andstiffenedtheirselsupforanighto\'waiting。Saturdaymorn——yo\'llmindSaturdaymorn，itwerestormyandgusty，downreetdirtyweather——theerestoodt\'folkagainbydaylight，awatchingan\'astraining，andbythattidet\'GoodFortunecameo\'ert\'bar。Butt\'excisemenhadsentbackhernewsbyt\'boatastook\'emthere。They\'dadealofoil，andavasto\'blubber。Butforallthatherflagwasdroopingi\'t\'rain，halfmasthigh，formourningandsorrow，an\'they\'dadeadmanaboard——adeadmanaswaslivingandstronglastsunrise。An\'therewasanotheraslaybetweenlifean\'death，andtherewassevenmoreasshouldha\'beentheereaswasn\'t，butwascarriedoffbyt\'gang。T\'frigateaswe\'na\'heardtellon，aslyingoffHartlepool，gottidingsfra\'t\'tenderascapturedt\'seameno\'Thursdayandt\'Aurora，astheyca\'edher，madeofffort\'nor\'ard;andnineleaguesoffStAbb\'sHead，t\'Resolutionthinksshewere，shesee\'dt\'frigate，andknowedbyherbuildshewereaman—o\'—war，andguessedshewereboundonking\'skidnapping。Iseent\'
woundedmanmysenwi\'myowneyes;andhe\'lllive！he\'lllive！Niveramandiedyet，wi\'suchastrongpurposeo\'vengeanceinhim。Hecouldbarelyspeak，forhewerebadlyshot，buthiscolourcoomeandwent，ast\'master\'smatean\'t\'captaintelledmeandsomeothershowt\'Aurorafiredat\'em，andhowt\'innocentwhalerhoistedhercolours，butaforetheywerefairlyrunup，anothershotcoomecloseint\'shrouds，andthent\'
Greenlandshipbeingt\'windward，boredownont\'frigate;butastheyknewshewereanoudfox，andbentonmischief，Kinraid（that\'shewholiesa—dying，onlyhe\'llnoanedie，a\'sebound），thespecksioneer，badet\'mengodownbetweendecks，andfastent\'hatcheswell，an\'he\'dstandguard，hean\'captain，andt\'oudmaster\'smate，beingleftupo\'deckfort\'giveawelcomejustskin—deeptot\'boat\'screwfra\'t\'Aurora，astheycouldseecomingt\'wardsthemo\'ert\'watter，wi\'theirreg\'larman—o\'—war\'srowing————\'\'Damn\'em！\'saidDaniel，insoliloquy，andunderhisbreath。Sylviastood，poisingheriron，andlisteningeagerly，afraidtogiveDonkinthehotironforfearofinterruptingthenarrative，unwillingtoputitintothefireagain，becausethatactionwouldperchanceremindhimofhiswork，whichnowthetailorhadforgotten，soeagerwasheintellinghisstory。\'Well！theycoomeonovert\'watterswi\'greatbounds，andupt\'sidestheycoomelikelocusts，allarmedmen;an\'t\'captainsayshesawKinraidhideawayhiswhalingknifeundersometarpaulin\'，andheknewhemeantmischief，an\'hewouldnomoreha\'stoppedhimwi\'awordnorhewouldha\'stoppedhimfra\'killingawhale。Andwhent\'Aurora\'smenwereaboard，oneon\'emrunstot\'helm;andatthatt\'captainsays，hefeltasifhiswifewerekissedaforehisface;butsayshe，\"Ibethoughtmeont\'menaswereshutupbelowhatches，an\'Irememberedt\'folkatMonkshavenaswerelookingoutforuseventhen;an\'Isaidtomysel\'，IwouldspeakfairaslongasIcould，morebytokeno\'thewhaling—knife，asIcouldseeglintingbrightundert\'blacktarpaulin。\"Sohespokequitefairandcivil，thoughhesee\'dtheywasnearingt\'Aurora，andt\'Aurorawasnearingthem。Thent\'navycaptainhailedhimthro\'t\'trumpet，wi\'
agreatroughblast，and，sayshe，\"Orderyourmentocomeondeck。\"Andt\'captainoft\'whalersayshismencriedupfromundert\'hatchesasthey\'dniverbegi\'enupwi\'outbloodshed，andheseesKinraidtakeouthispistol，andlookwelltot\'priming;sohesaystot\'navycaptain。
\"We\'reprotectedGreenland—men，andyouhavenorightt\'meddlewi\'us。\"
Butt\'navycaptainonlybellowst\'more，\"Orderyourment\'comeondeck。
Iftheywon\'tobeyyou，andyouhavelostthecommandofyourvessel，I
reckonyou\'reinastateofmutiny，andyoumaycomeaboardt\'Auroraandsuchmenasarewillingt\'followyouandI\'llfireint\'therest。\"
Yo\'see，thatweret\'deptho\'themanhewereforpretendingandpretextingast\'captaincouldnamanagehisownship，andashe\'dhelphim。ButourGreenlandcaptainwerenoanesopoor—spirited，andsayshe，\"She\'sfullofoil，andIwareyouofconsequencesifyoufireintoher。Anyhow，pirate，ornopirate\"（fort\'wordpiratestuckinhisgizzard），\"I\'mahonestMonkshavenman，an\'Icomefra\'alandwherethere\'sgreaticebergsandmanyadeadlydanger，butniverapress—gang，thankCod！andthat\'swhatyouare，Ireckon。\"Them\'sthewordshetoldme，butwhetherhespoke\'emoutsoboldatt\'time，I\'senotsosure;theywereinhismindfort\'
speak，onlymaybeprudencegott\'betteronhim，forhesaidheprayedi\'hishearttobringhiscargosafetot\'owners，comewhatmight。Well，t\'Aurora\'smenaboardt\'GoodFortunecriedout\"mighttheyfiredownt\'hatches，andbringt\'menoutthataway？\"andthent\'specksioneer，hespeaks，an\'hesayshestandsowert\'hatches，andhehastwogoodpistols，andsummutbesides，andhedon\'tcareforhislife，bein\'abachelor，butallbelowaremen，yo\'see，andhe\'llputanendtot\'firsttwochapsascomeneart\'hatches。An\'theysayhepickedtwooffasmadefort\'
comenear，andthen，justashewerestoopingfort\'whalingknife，an\'
it\'sasbigasasickle————\'\'Teachfolkasdon\'tknowawhalingknife，\'criedDaniel。\'IwereaGreenland—manmysel\'。\'\'Theyshothimthrought\'side，anddizziedhim，andkickedhimasidefordead;andfireddownt\'hatches，andkilledoneman，anddisabledtwo，andthent\'restcriedforquarter，forlifeissweet，e\'enaboardaking\'sship;andt\'Auroracarried\'emoff，woundedmen，an\'ablemen，an\'allleavingKinraidfordead，aswasn\'tdead，andDarleyfordead，aswasdead，an\'t\'captainandmaster\'smateasweretoooldforwork;
andt\'captain，aslovesKinraidlikeabrother，pouredrumdownhisthroat，andbandagedhimup，andhassentfort\'firstdoctorinMonkshavenfortogett\'slugsout;fortheysaythere\'sniversuchaharpoonerina\'
t\'Greenlandseas;an\'Icanspeakfra\'myownseeinghe\'safineyoungfellowwhereheliestheere，allstarkandwanforweaknessandlosso\'
blood。ButDarley\'sdeadasadoor—nail;andthere\'stobesuchaburyingofhimasniverwasseenaforei\'Monkshaven，comeSunday。Andnowgi\'
ust\'iron，wench，andlet\'slosenomoretimea—talking。\'\'It\'snoanelosso\'time，\'saidDaniel，movinghimselfheavilyinhischair，tofeelhowhelplesshewasoncemore。\'Ifawereasyoungasonceawere——nay，lad，ifahadnathesesorerheumatics，now——areckonast\'press—gang\'udfindoutast\'shouldn\'tdosuchthingsfornothing。Blessthee，manit\'swaurnori\'myyouthi\'th\'Amerikywar，andtheni\'werebadenough。\'\'AndKinraid？\'saidSylvia，drawingalongbreath，aftertheeffortofrealizingitall;hercheekshadflushedup，andhereyeshadglitteredduringtheprogressofthetale。\'Oh！he\'lldo。He\'llnotdie。Life\'sstuffisinhimyet。\'\'He\'llbeMollyCorney\'scousin，Ireckon，\'saidSylvia，bethinkingherwithablushofMollyCorney\'simplicationthathewasmorethanacousintoher，andimmediatelylongingtogooffandseeMolly，andhearallthelittledetailswhichwomendonotthinkitbeneaththemtogivetowomen。
FromthattimeSylvia\'slittleheartwasbentonthispurpose。Butitwasnotonetobeopenlyavowedeventoherself。SheonlywantedsadlytoseeMolly，andshealmostbelievedherselfthatitwastoconsultheraboutthefashionofhercloak;whichDonkinwastocutout，andwhichshewastomakeunderhisdirections;atanyrate，thiswasthereasonshegavetohermotherwhentheday\'sworkwasdone，andafinegleamcameoutuponthepaleandwateryskytowardsevening。
chapter06CHAPTERVITHESAILOR\'SFUNERALMossBrow，theCorney\'shouse，wasbutadisorderly，comfortlessplace。
Youhadtocrossadirtyfarmyard，allpuddlesanddungheaps，onstepping—stones，togettothedoorofthehouse—place。Thatgreatroomitselfwassuretohaveclotheshangingtodryatthefire，whateverdayoftheweekitwas;someoneofthelargeirregularfamilyhavinghadwhatiscalledinthedistricta\'dab—wash\'ofafewarticles，forgottenontheregularday。
Andsometimesthesearticleslayintheirdirtystateintheuntidykitchen，outofwhicharoom，halfparlour，halfbedroom，openedononeside，andadairy，theonlycleanplaceinthehouse，attheopposite。Infaceofyou，asyouenteredthedoor，wastheentrancetotheworking—kitchen，orscullery。Still，inspiteofdisorderlikethis，therewasawell—to—doaspectabouttheplace;theCorneyswererichintheirway，inflocksandherdsaswellasinchildren;andtothemneitherdirtnortheperpetualbustlearisingfromill—orderedworkdetractedfromcomfort。Theywereallofaneasy，good—temperednature;MrsCorneyandherdaughtersgaveeveryoneawelcomeatwhatevertimeofthedaytheycame，andwouldjustassoonsitdownforagossipatteno\'clockinthemorning，asatfiveintheevening，thoughattheformertimethehouse—placewasfullofworkofvariouskindswhichoughttobegotoutofhandanddonewith:whilethelatterhourwastowardstheendoftheday，whenfarmers\'wivesanddaughterswereusually——\'cleaned\'wasthewordthen，\'dressed\'isthatinvoguenow。OfcourseinsuchahouseholdasthisSylviawassuretobegladlyreceived。Shewasyoung，andpretty，andbright，andbroughtafreshbreezeofpleasantairaboutherasherappropriateatmosphere。
Andbesides，BellRobsonheldherheadsohighthatvisitsfromherdaughterwereratheresteemedasafavour，foritwasnoteverywherethatSylviawasallowedtogo。\'Sityo\'down，sityo\'down！\'criedDameCorney，dustingachairwithherapron;\'areckonMolly\'llbeini\'notime。She\'snobbutgoneint\'t\'
orchard，toseeifshecanfindwind—fallsenoughfort\'makeapieortwofort\'lads。Theylikenowtsoweelforsupperasapple—piessweetenedwi\'treacle，cruststoutandleathery，asstandschewing，andwehannotgetteninourapplesyet。\'\'IfMollyisint\'orchard，I\'llgofindher，\'saidSylvia。\'Well！yo\'lasseswillhaveyourconks\'（privatetalks），\'aknow;secrets\'boutsweetheartsandsuchlike，\'saidMrsCorney，withaknowinglook，whichmadeSylviahateherforthemoment。\'A\'venotforgottenasawereyoungmysen。Tak\'care;there\'sapoolo\'muckywatterjustoutsidet\'
back—door。\'ButSylviawashalf—wayacrosstheback—yard——worse，ifpossible，thanthefrontastotheconditioninwhichitwaskept——andhadpassedthroughthelittlegateintotheorchard。Itwasfullofoldgnarledapple—trees，theirtrunkscoveredwithgraylichen，inwhichthecunningchaffinchbuilthernestinspring—time。Thecankeredbranchesremainedonthetrees，andaddedtotheknottedinterweavingoverhead，iftheydidnottotheproductiveness;
thegrassgrewinlongtufts，andwaswetandtangledunderfoot。Therewasatolerablecropofrosyapplesstillhangingonthegrayoldtrees，andhereandtheretheyshowedruddyinthegreenbossesofuntrimmedgrass。
Whythefruitwasnotgathered，asitwasevidentlyripe，wouldhavepuzzledanyonenotacquaintedwiththeCorneyfamilytosay;buttothemitwasalwaysamaximinpractice，ifnotinprecept，\'Donothingto—daythatyoucanputofftillto—morrow，\'andaccordinglytheapplesdroppedfromthetreesatanylittlegustofwind，andlayrottingonthegrounduntil。
the\'lads\'wantedasupplyofpiesforsupper。MollysawSylvia，andcamequicklyacrosstheorchardtomeether，catchingherfeetinknotsofgrassasshehurriedalong。\'Well，lass！\'saidshe，\'who\'dha\'thoughto\'seeingyo\'suchadayasithasbeen？\'\'Butit\'sclearedupnowbeautiful，\'saidSylvia，lookingupatthesofteveningsky，tobeseenthroughtheappleboughs。Itwasofatender，delicategray，withthefaintwarmthofapromisingsunsettingingitwithapinkatmosphere。\'Rainisoverandgone，andIwantedtoknowhowmycloakistobemade;forDonkin\'sworkingatourhouse，andIwantedtoknowallabout——thenews，yo\'know。\'\'Whatnews？\'askedMolly，forshehadheardoftheaffairbetweentheGoodFortuneandtheAurorasomedaysbefore;and，totellthetruth，ithadratherpassedoutofherheadjustatthismoment。\'Hannotyo\'heardallaboutt\'press—gangandt\'whaler，andt\'greatfight，andKinraid，asisyourcousin，actingsobraveandgrand，andlyingonhisdeath—bednow？\'\'Oh！\'saidMolly，enlightenedastoSylvia\'s\'news，\'andhalfsurprisedatthevehemencewithwhichthelittlecreaturespoke;\'yes;aheerdthatdaysago。ButCharley\'snoaneonhisdeath—bed，he\'sadealbetter;an\'
mothersaysashe\'stobemovedupherenextweekfornursin\'andbetterairnorhegetsi\'t\'townyonder。\'\'Oh！Iamsoglad，\'saidSylvia，withallherheart。\'Ithoughthe\'dmaybedie，andIshouldniverseehim。\'\'A\'llpromiseyo\'shallseeKim;that\'st\'sayifa\'goesonwell，forhe\'sgettenanuglyhurt。Mothersaysasthere\'sfourbluemarksonhissideas\'lllasthimhislife，an\'t\'doctorfearsbleedingi\'hisinside;
andthenhe\'lldropdowndeadwhennoonelooksfor\'t。\'\'Butyousaidhewasbetter，\'saidSylvia，blanchingalittleatthisaccount。\'Ay，he\'sbetter，butlife\'suncertain，specialaftergun—shotwounds。\'\'Heactedveryfine，\'saidSylvia，meditating。\'Aallaysknowedhewould。Many\'sthetimea\'veheerdhimsay\"honourbright，\"
andnowhe\'sshownhowbrighthisis。\'Mollydidnotspeaksentimentally，butwithakindofproprietorshipinKinraid\'shonour，whichconfirmedSylviainherpreviousideaofamutualattachmentbetweenherandhercousin。Consideringthisnotion，shewasalittlesurprisedatMolly\'snextspeech。\'An\'aboutyercloak，areyouforahoodoracape？areckonthat\'sthequestion。\'\'Oh，Idon\'tcare！tellmemoreaboutKinraid。Doyo\'reallythinkhe\'llgetbetter？\'\'Dear！howt\'lasstakesonabouthim。A\'lltellhimwhatadealofinterestayoungwomantaksi\'him！\'FromthattimeSylvianeveraskedanotherquestionabouthim。Inasomewhatdryandalteredtone，shesaid，afteralittlepause——\'Ithinkonahood。Whatdoyousaytoit？\'\'Well;hoodsisabitold—fashioned，tomymind。If\'tweremine，I\'dhaveacapecuti\'threepoints，onetotieoneachshoulder，andonetodipdownhandsomebehind。Butletyo\'anmegotoMonkshavenchurcho\'Sunday，andseeMeasterFishburn\'sdaughters，ashastheirthingsmadei\'York，andnoticeabithowthey\'remade。Weneedn\'tdoiti\'church，butjustscan\'emo\'eri\'t\'churchyard，andthere\'llbenoharmdone。Besides，there\'stobethisgrandburryin\'o\'t\'mant\'press—gangshot，and\'twillbelikekillingtwobirdsatonce。\'\'Ishouldliketogo，\'saidSylvia。\'Ifeelsosorrylikeforthepoorsailorsshotdownandkidnappedjustastheywascominghome，aswesee\'d\'emo\'Thursdaylast。I\'llaskmotherifshe\'llletmego。\'\'Ay，do。Iknowmymother\'llletme，ifshedoesn\'tgohersen;forit\'llbeasighttoseeandtospeakonformanyalongyear，afterwhatI\'veheerd。AndMissFishburnsissuretobetheere，soI\'djustgetDonkintocutoutcloakitsel\'，andkeepbackyermindfra\'fixingo\'eithercapeorhoodtillSunday\'sturn\'d。\'\'Willyo\'setmeparto\'t\'wayhome？\'saidSylvia，seeingthedyingdaylightbecomemoreandmorecrimsonthroughtheblackeningtrees。\'No;Ican\'t。Ashouldlikeitwellenough，butsomehow，there\'sadealo\'worktobedoneyet，fort\'hoursslipthroughone\'sfingerssoasthere\'snoknowing。Mindyo\'，then，o\'Sunday。A\'llbeatt\'stileoneo\'clockpunctual;andwe\'llgoslowlyintot\'town，andlookaboutusaswego，andseefolk\'sdresses;andgotot\'church，andsaywerprayers，andcomeoutandhavealookatt\'funeral。\'AndwiththisprogrammeofproceedingssettledforthefollowingSunday，thegirlswhomneighbourhoodandparityofagehadforcedintosomemeasureoffriendshippartedforthetime。Sylviahastenedhome，feelingasifshehadbeenabsentlong;hermotherstoodonthelittleknollatthesideofthehousewatchingforher，withherhandshadinghereyesfromthelowraysofthesettingsun:butassoonasshesawherdaughterinthedistance，shereturnedtoherwork，whateverthatmightbe。Shewasnotawomanofmanywords，orofmuchdemonstration;
fewobserverswouldhaveguessedhowmuchshelovedherchild;butSylvia，withoutanyreasoningorobservation，instinctivelyknewthathermother\'sheartwasboundupinher。HerfatherandDonkinweregoingonmuchaswhenshehadleftthem;talkinganddisputing，theonecompelledtobeidle，theotherstitchingawayasfastashetalked。TheyseemedasiftheyhadnevermissedSylvia;nomoredidhermotherforthatmatter，forshewasbusyandabsorbedinherafternoondairy—worktoallappearance。ButSylviahadnotedthewatchingnotthreeminutesbefore，andmanyatimeinherafterlife，whennoonecaredmuchforherout—goingsandin—comings，thestraight，uprightfigureofhermother，frontingthesettingsun，butsearchingthroughitsblindingraysforasightofherchild，roseuplikeasudden—seenpicture，theremembranceofwhichsmoteSylviatotheheartwithasenseofalostblessing，notdulyvaluedwhilepossessed。\'Well，feyther，andhow\'sa\'wi\'you？\'askedSylvia，goingtothesideofhischair，andlayingherhandonhisshoulder。\'Eh！harkeetillthislasso\'mine。Shethinksasbecauseshe\'sgonegalravergingImaunha\'missedherandbeailing。Why，lass，Donkinandmehashadt\'
mostsensibletalka\'vehadthismanyaday。A\'vegi\'enhimavasto\'knowledge，andhe\'sdonemeapowero\'good。PleaseGod，to—morrowa\'lltak\'astartatwalking，ift\'weatherholdsup。\'\'Ay！\'saidDonkin，withatouchofsarcasminhisvoice;\'feytherandmehassettledmanypuzzles;it\'sbeenalosstoGovernmentastheyhannotbeenhereforprofitingbyourwisdom。We\'vedoneawaywi\'taxesandpress—gangs，andmanyaplague，andbeatent\'French——i\'ourownminds，that\'stosay。\'\'It\'sawondert\'measthoseLunnonfolkscan\'tseethingsclear，\'saidDaniel，allingoodfaith。Sylviadidnotquiteunderstandthestateofthingsasregardedpoliticsandtaxes——andpoliticsandtaxeswerealloneinhermind，itmustbeconfessed——butshesawthatherinnocentlittleschemeofgivingherfatherthechangeofsocietyaffordedbyDonkin\'scominghadanswered;andinthegladnessofherheartshewentoutandranroundthecornerofthehousetofindKester，andobtainfromhimthatsympathyinhersuccesswhichshedarednotaskfromhermother。\'Kester，Kester，lad！\'saidshe，inaloudwhisper;butKesterwassupperingthehorses，andintheclampoftheirfeetontheroundstablepavement，hedidnothearheratfirst。Shewentalittlefartherintothestable。
\'Kester！he\'savastbetter，he\'llgooutto—morrow;it\'sallDonkin\'sdoing。I\'mbeholdentotheeforfetchinghim，andI\'lltryandsparetheewaistcoatfrontsouto\'t\'stuffformynewredcloak。Thou\'lllikethat，Kester，won\'tta？\'Kestertookthenotioninslowly，andweighedit。\'Na，lass，\'saidhe，deliberately，afterapause。\'Acouldna\'beartoseetheewi\'thycloakscrimpit。Aliket\'seeawenchlookbonnyandsmart，an\'atak\'akindo\'prideinthee，anshouldbea\'mostasmuchhurti\'
mymindtoseetheei\'apinchedcloakasifoldMoll\'stailhereweredockedtooshort。Na，lass，a\'senivergotamirroringglassfort\'seemysenin）sowhat\'swaistcoatstome？Keepthystufftothysen，theere\'sagoodwench;buta\'semainandgladaboutt\'measter。Placeisn\'tlikeitsenwhenhe\'sshutupandcranky。\'Hetookupawispofstrawandbeganrubbingdowntheoldmare，andhissingoverhisworkasifhewishedtoconsidertheconversationasended。AndSylvia，whohadstrungherselfupinamomentaryfervourofgratitudetomakethegenerousoffer，wasnotsorrytohaveitrefused，andwentbackplanningwhatkindnessshecouldshowtoKesterwithoutitsinvolvingsomuchsacrificetoherself。ForgivingwaistcoatfrontstohimwoulddepriveherofthepleasantpowerofselectingafashionablepatterninMonkshavenchurchyardnextSunday。Thatwished—fordayseemedlonga—coming，aswished—fordaysmostfrequentlydo。Herfathergotbetterbyslowdegrees，andhermotherwaspleasedbythetailor\'sgoodpiecesofwork;showingtheneatly—placedpatcheswithasmuchprideasmanymatronstakeinnewclothesnow—a—days。Andtheweatherclearedupintoadimkindofautumnalfineness，intoanythingbutanIndiansummerasfarasregardedgorgeousnessofcolouring，foronthatcoastthemistsandseafogsearlyspoilthebrilliancyofthefoliage。Yet，perhaps，themoredidthesilverygraysandbrownsoftheinlandsceneryconducetothetranquillityofthetime，——thetimeofpeaceandrestbeforethefierceandstormywintercomeson。Itseemsatimeforgatheringuphumanforcestoencounterthecomingseverity，aswellasofstoringuptheproduceofharvestfortheneedsofwinter。OldpeopleturnoutandsunthemselvesinthatcalmSt。Martin\'ssummer，withoutfearof\'theheato\'th\'sun，orthecomingwinter\'srages，\'andwemayreadintheirpensive，dreamyeyesthattheyareweaningthemselvesawayfromtheearth，whichprobablymanymayneverseedressedinhersummergloryagain。Manysucholdpeoplesetoutbetimes，ontheSundayafternoontowhichSylviahadbeensolookingforward，toscalethelongflightsofstonesteps——wornbythefeetofmanygenerations——whichleduptotheparishchurchplacedonaheightabovethetown，onagreatgreenareaatthesummitofthecliff，whichwastheanglewheretheriverandtheseamet，andsooverlookingboththebusycrowdedlittletown，theport，theshipping，andthebarontheonehand，andthewideillimitabletranquilseaontheother——typesoflifeandeternity。Itwasagoodsituationforthatchurch。
Homeward—boundsailorscaughtsightofthetowerofStNicholas，thefirstlandobjectofall。Theywhowentforthuponthegreatdeepmightcarrysolemnthoughtswiththemofthewordstheyhadheardthere;notconsciousthoughts，perhaps——ratheradistinctifdimconvictionthatbuyingandselling，eatingandmarrying，evenlifeanddeath，werenotalltherealitiesinexistence。Norwerethewordsthatcameuptotheirremembrancewordsofsermonspreachedthere，howeverimpressive。Thesailorsmostlysleptthroughthesermons;unless，indeed，therewereincidentssuchaswereinvolvedinwhatwerecalled\'funeraldiscourses\'tobenarrated。Theydidnotrecognizetheirdailyfaultsortemptationsunderthegrandaliasesbefittingtheirappearancefromapreacher\'smouth。Buttheyknewtheold，oft—repeatedwordsprayingfordeliverancefromthefamiliardangersoflightningandtempest;frombattle，murder，andsuddendeath;。andnearlyeverymanwasawarethatheleftbehindhimsomeonewhowouldwatchfortheprayerforthepreservationofthosewhotravelbylandorbywater，andthinkofhim，asGod—protectedthemorefortheearnestnessoftheresponsethengiven。There，too，laythedeadofmanygenerations;forSt。NicholashadbeentheparishchurcheversinceMonkshavenwasatown，andthelargechurchyardwasrichinthedead。Masters，mariners，shipowners，seamen:itseemedstrangehowfewothertradeswererepresentedinthatgreatplainsofullofuprightgravestones。Hereandtherewasamemorialstone，placedbysomesurvivorofalargefamily，mostofwhomperishedatsea:——\'SupposedtohaveperishedintheGreenlandseas，\'\'ShipwreckedintheBaltic，\'\'DrownedoffthecoastofIceland。\'Therewasastrangesensation，asifthecoldsea—windsmustbringwiththemthedimphantomsofthoselostsailors，whohaddiedfarfromtheirhomes，andfromthehallowedgroundwheretheirfatherslay。Eachflightofstepsuptothischurchyardendedinasmallflatspace，onwhichawoodenseatwasplaced。OnthisparticularSunday，alltheseseatswerefilledbyagedpeople，breathlesswiththeunusualexertionofclimbing。Youcouldseethechurchstair，asitwascalled，fromnearlyeverypartofthetown，andthefiguresofthenumerousclimbers，diminishedbydistance，lookedlikeabusyant—hill，longbeforethebellbegantoringforafternoonservice。Allwhocouldmanageithadputonabitofblackintokenofmourning;itmightbeverylittle;anoldribbon，arustypieceofcrape;butsomesignofmourningwasshownbyeveryonedowntothelittlechildinitsmother\'sarms，thatinnocentlyclutchedthepieceofrosemarytobethrownintothegrave\'forremembrance。\'Darley，theseamanshotbythepress—gang，nineleaguesoffSt。Abb\'sHead，wastobeburiedto—day，attheaccustomedtimeforthefuneralsofthepoorerclasses，directlyaftereveningservice，andtherewereonlythesickandtheirnurse—tenderswhodidnotcomeforthtoshowtheirfeelingforthemanwhomtheylookeduponasmurdered。Thecrowdofvesselsinharbourboretheirflagshalf—masthigh;andthecrewsweremakingtheirwaythroughtheHighStreet。ThegentlefolkofMonkshaven，fullofindignationatthisinterferencewiththeirships，fullofsympathywiththefamilywhohadlosttheirsonandbrotheralmostwithinsightofhishome，cameinunusualnumbers——nolackofpatternsforSylvia;butherthoughtswerefarotherwiseandmoresuitablyoccupied。Theunwontedsternnessandsolemnityvisibleonthecountenancesofallwhomshemetawedandaffectedher。ShedidnotspeakinreplytoMolly\'sremarksonthedressorappearanceofthosewhostruckher。Shefeltasifthesespeechesjarredonher，andannoyedheralmosttoirritation;yetMollyhadcomeallthewaytoMonkshavenChurchinherservice，anddeservedforbearanceaccordingly。Thetwomountedthestepsalongsideofmanypeople;fewwordswereexchanged，evenatthebreathingplaces，sooftenthelittlecentresofgossip。Lookingovertheseatherewasnotasailtobeseen;itseemedbaredoflife，asiftobeinseriousharmonywithwhatwasgoingoninland。ThechurchwasofoldNormanarchitecture;lowandmassiveoutside:inside，ofvastspace，onlyaquarterofwhichwasfilledonordinarySundays。
Thewallsweredisfiguredbynumeroustabletsofblackandwhitemarbleintermixed，andtheusualornamentationofthatstyleofmemorialaserectedinthelastcentury，ofweepingwillows，urns，anddroopingfigures，withhereandthereashipinfullsail，orananchor，wheretheseafaringideaprevalentthroughtheplacehadlaunchedoutintoalittleoriginality。
Therewasnowood—work，thechurchhadbeenstrippedofthat，mostprobablywhentheneighbouringmonasteryhadbeendestroyed。Therewerelargesquarepews，linedwithgreenbaize，withthenamesofthefamiliesofthemostflourishingshipownerspaintedwhiteonthedoors;therewerepews，notsolarge，andnotlinedatall，forthefarmersandshopkeepersoftheparish;andnumerousheavyoakenbencheswhich，bytheunitedeffortsofseveralmen，mightbebroughtwithinearshotofthepulpit。ThesewerebeingremovedintothemostconvenientsituationswhenMollyandSylviaenteredthechurch，andaftertwoorthreewhisperedsentencestheytooktheirseatsononeofthese。ThevicarofMonkshavenwasakindly，peaceableoldman，hatingstrifeandtroubledwatersaboveeverything。HewasavehementToryintheory，asbecamehisclothinthosedays。Hehadtwobugbearstofear——theFrenchandtheDissenters。Itwasdifficulttosayofwhichhehadtheworstopinionandthemostintensedread。PerhapshehatedtheDissentersmostbecausetheycamenearerincontactwithhimthantheFrench;besides，theFrenchhadtheexcuseofbeingPapists，whiletheDissentersmighthavebelongedtotheChurchofEnglandiftheyhadnotbeenutterlydepraved。YetinpracticeDrWilsondidnotobjecttodinewithMrFishburn，whowasapersonalfriendandfollowerofWesley，butthen，asthedoctorwouldsay，\'WesleywasanOxfordman，andthatmakeshimagentleman;andhewasanordainedministeroftheChurchofEngland，sothatgracecanneverdepartfromhim。\'ButIdonotknowwhatexcusehewouldhaveallegedforsendingbrothandvegetablestooldRalphThompson，arabidIndependent，whohadbeengiventoabusingtheChurchandthevicar，fromaDissentingpulpit，aslongaseverhecouldmountthestairsHowever，thatinconsistencybetweenDrWilson\'stheoriesandpracticewasnotgenerallyknowninMonkshaven，sowehavenothingtodowithit。DrWilsonhadhadaverydifficultparttoplay，andastillmoredifficultsermontowrite，duringthislastweek。TheDarleywhohadbeenkilledwasthesonofthevicar\'sgardener，andDrWilson\'ssympathiesasamanhadbeenallonthebereavedfather\'sside。Butthenhehadreceived，astheoldestmagistrateintheneighbourhood，aletterfromthecaptainoftheAurora，explanatoryandexculpatory。DarleyhadbeenresistingtheordersofanofficerinhisMajesty\'sservice。Whatwouldbecomeofduesubordinationandloyalty，andtheinterestsoftheservice，andthechancesofbeatingthoseconfoundedFrench，ifsuchconductasDarley\'swastobeencouraged？（PoorDarley！hewaspastallevileffectsofhumanencouragementnow！）Sothevicarmumbledhastilyoverasermononthetext，\'Inthemidstoflifeweareindeath;\'whichmighthavedoneaswellforababycutoffinaconvulsion—fitasforthestrongmanshotdownwithallhiseagerbloodhotwithinhim，bymenashot—bloodedashimself。Butoncewhentheolddoctor\'seyecaughttheup—turned，straininggazeofthefatherDarley，seekingwithallhissoultofindagrainofholycomfortinthechaffofwords，hisconsciencesmotehim。Hadhenothingtosaythatshouldcalmangerandrevengewithspiritualpower？nobreathofthecomfortertosootherepiningintoresignation？ButagainthediscordbetweenthelawsofmanandthelawsofChriststoodbeforehim;andhegaveuptheattempttodomorethanhewasdoing，asbeyondhispower。Thoughthehearerswentawayasfullofangerastheyhadenteredthechurch，andsomewithadullfeelingofdisappointmentastowhattheyhadgotthere，yetnoonefeltanythingbutkindlytowardstheoldvicar。Hissimple，happylifeledamongstthemforfortyyears，andopentoallmeninitsdailycourse;hissweet—tempered，cordialways;hispracticalkindness，madehimbelovedbyall;andneitherhenortheythoughtmuchorcaredmuchforadmirationofhistalents。Respectforhisofficewasalltherespecthethoughtof;andthatwasconcededtohimfromoldtraditionalandhereditaryassociation。Inlookingbacktothelastcentury，itappearscurioustoseehowlittleourancestorshadthepowerofputtingtwothingstogether，andperceivingeitherthediscordorharmonythusproduced。Isitbecausewearefartherofffromthosetimes，andhave，consequently，agreaterrangeofvision？Willourdescendantshaveawonderaboutus，suchaswehaveabouttheinconsistencyofourforefathers，orasurpriseatourblindnessthatwedonotperceivethatholdingsuchandsuchopinions，ourcourseofactionmustbesoandso，orthatthelogicalconsequenceofparticularopinionsmustbeconvictionswhichatpresentweholdinabhorrence？Itseemspuzzlingtolookbackonmensuchasourvicar，whoalmostheldthedoctrinethattheKingcoulddonowrong，yetwereeverreadytotalkofthegloriousRevolution，andtoabusetheStuartsforhavingentertainedthesamedoctrine，andtriedtoputitinpractice。Butsuchdiscrepanciesranthroughgoodmen\'slivesinthosedays。Itiswellforusthatweliveatthepresenttime，whenevery—bodyislogicalandconsistent。ThislittlediscussionmustbetakeninplaceofDrWilson\'ssermon，ofwhichnoonecouldremembermorethanthetexthalfanhourafteritwasdelivered。Eventhedoctorhimselfhadtherecollectionofthewordshehadutteredsweptoutofhismind，as，havingdoffedhisgownanddonnedhissurplice，hecameoutoftheduskofhisvestryandwenttothechurch—door，lookingintothebroadlightwhichcameupontheplainofthechurchyardonthecliffs;forthesunhadnotyetset，andthepalemoonwasslowlyrisingthroughthesilverymistthatobscuredthedistantmoors。Therewasathick，densecrowd，allstillandsilentlookingawayfromthechurchandthevicar，whoawaitedthebringingofthedead。Theywerewatchingtheslowblacklinewindingupthelongsteps，restingtheirheavyburdenhereandthere，standinginsilentgroupsateachlanding—place;nowlosttosightasapieceofbroken，overhanginggroundintervened，nowemergingsuddenlynearer;andoverheadthegreatchurchbell，withitsmediaevalinscription，familiartothevicar，iftonooneelsewhoheardit，Itothegravedosummonall，keptonitsheavyboomingmonotone，withwhichnoothersoundfromlandorsea，nearordistant，intermingled，exceptthecackleofthegeeseonsomefar—awayfarmonthemoors，astheywerecominghometoroost;andthatonenoisefromsogreatadistanceseemedonlytodeepenthestillness。Thentherewasalittlemovementinthecrowd;alittlepushingfromsidetoside，tomakeapathforthecorpseanditsbearers——anaggregateofthefragmentsofroom。Withbentheadsandspentstrength，thosewhocarriedthecoffinmovedon;behindcamethepooroldgardener，abrown—blackfuneralcloakthrownoverhishomelydress，andsupportinghiswifewithstepsscarcelylessfeeblethanherown。Hehadcometochurchthatafternoon，withapromisetoherthathewouldreturntoleadhertothefuneralofherfirstborn;