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;