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softly and tenderly as if it still enfolded those that he now found it his policy to relinquish bis who had been so sacredly cherished in the lapse farm and devote himself entirely to the new of long and silent years laying it appealingly employment which he had thus created for himon the young mother's arm as she whispered, self.

"Ah, Serena, don't ask me to stand for the The cotton fabrics which were produced at this dear litile baby; I never thought of it so. Isn't period were far different in appearance from deal to promise?"

those with which the last three gener ons hare The young father leaned over his first-born's been familiar; they were, in fact, only cotton cradle with new and holy thoughts stirring with cloths, either indifferently white, or dyed in in him; and in the momentary stillness that such homely colors as the dyers of the time followed these faithful words of warning, two could impart to them. Though useful for a vahearts at least awoke to the reality of the life riety of domestic purposes and for under-garto come, and the emptiness with which we sur-ments, the idea of making them the materials round the outward type and symbol of the soul's of personal adornment and elegant attire seems search for its purity.

as yet to have suggested itself to no one. But

now the Blackburn farmer conceived that idea, THE BLACKBURN FARMER. and, inspirited by his success in the wool-card

A Boden theme idille et la seleentury, there are ing department, resolved to carry it out with all

sided in the village of Blackburn, Lan- the . cashire, a farmer of small means, but of good To talking he was not much given, and to natural capacity, of a reflective habit, and en- boasting not at all, and on this occasion, especialdowed with a spirit of persistent perseverance ly, he shrewdly kept his plans to himself. Prorarely found in his walk of life. He tilled a few curing a stout block of wood, ten inches long by acres of land, the produce of which sufficed to five inches wide, and some two inches thick, he support his family, whom he accustomed to fare drew with a pencil, on the smooth side of it, humbly and labor hard. As for himself, he the exact representation of a parsley-leaf gathcared not how much he worked, nor to what em- ered from his garden. He then set to work, ployment he turned his hand. Any thing that with penknife and small chisels, and such othpromised a remuneration for his industry he er tools as he could purchase, and with his own would attempt; if it prospered, and he obtained hands cut away all those parts of the wood not the proposed remuneration, it was well ; and if covered by the drawing, leaving the spray of it failed, and he got no remuneration, still he parsley standing in relief; or, in other words, extracted experience out of it, and was in a con- he made a wood-engraving of the leaf, differing dition to enter on a new experiment with a better in no other respect from the wood-engravings chance of success. This patience and good-hu- of the artist of to-day but in the rough coarsemored self-possession, under all circumstances, ness of the work, unavoidable in a first attempt. was inherent in the man, and it proved in the In the back of the block he fixed a handle, and end a most valuable quality, as we shall see. at each of the four corners of it he inserted a He was naturally fond of experiment; and in little pin of stout wire. His next step was to the long evenings of winter, when farming op- mix a lively green color, well ground up with erations were unavoidably suspended, was ac- alum, to a consistency fit for printing. The customed to exercise his ingenuity, of which he color was contained in a tub, and upon its surpossessed a more than average share, in mechan- face lay a thick woolen cloth, which, of course, ical contrivances either for diminishing labor became thoroughly saturated with the coloring or for rendering its operations more satisfactory matter. Laying a blanket on a stout kitchenand complete.

table, and stretching the white calico cloth on At that period, all Lancashire and the man- the top of that, the ingenious farmer applied his ufacturing districts of the north were more or wooden block to the saturated woolen cloth, dabless excited on the subject of the cotton manu- bing it repeatedly until it had taken up a suffactures, which the inventions of Hargreaves and ficient quantity of the color. He then laid the others had brought to a state of perfection that block squarely on the stretched cloth, and gave promised to make Great Britain the commercial it a smart blow on the back with a mallet, thus centre of the world. It is no wonder, therefore, printing the impression of the parsley-leaf. The that the farmer turned his attention to this branch four little pins, fixed at the corners of the block, of manufacture. Being struck with the clumsy served to guide him in applying it squarely at tediousness of the process by which the cotton each consecutive impression; and thus he worked wool was brought into a state fit for spinning, away, until the whole surface of the cloth was he set about contriving a quicker and more sat- covered with the parsley-leaves, and he had proisfactory method of doing the work. Before duced the first piece of printed cotton the world long he was led to the adoption of a cylinder, had ever seen. instead of the common hand-cards then in use; The parsley-leaf pattern succeeded so well and in the end produced machines of simple that he soon found himself called on for others construction, by which the work of carding was of various designs, which also he made with his not only performed more effectually, but at a own hands, thus keeping his secret to himself, much more expeditious rate. The success of and shutting out rivals in the trade which his his endeavors in this direction was so decided, lown ingenuity had created. And now the demand for his novel wares grew so urgent that government. This he did ; and the governhe could not produce them fast enough for his ment, in return for his generous patriotism, customers. As a matter of course, he had im- made him a baronet.. pressed the services of his whole family-his The patriotic baronet had a son, who, though sons aiding in the printing, and his wife and inheriting the thorough-working faculty and perdaughters working early and late in ironing out sistent perseverance of the family, was not brought the printed cloths after the coloring matter was up to the manufacturing business with the view dry. This ironing process took a great deal of of adding to the family wealth. The grandson time; and though the women bent over the flat- of the Blackburn farmer was placed under skillirons early and late, they could not meet the ful instructors, and in due time sent to college, uryency of the case, and thus the execution of where he set a noble example of subordination the orders that poured in was .continually de- and diligence, displayed abilities of the highest layed.

order, and won distinguishing honors. He aftTo overcome this obstacle the farmer set his erward obtained a seat in Parliament, where he wits to work to contrive a machine to supersede served his country for a period exceeding the the use of the flat-irons, Remembering the ad average duration of human life, and served it, vantage he had derived from the use of a cylin- too, with a fidelity, proof not only against the der in carding the cotton-wool, he turned again seductive influence of party, but against his perto the cylinder to effect his present purpose. He sonal interests, and in opposition to the cherinstructed a carpenter to make a large oblong ished friendships of a whole life. He obtained, frame, with a smooth bed of solid planking, sup- and for a long period enjoyed, the greatest honported on upright posts, and with a raised rail or which it is possible for a sovereign to confer or ledge on either side. Running from side to npon a subject. As the Prime Minister of Enside he placed a roller, with a handle to turn it, gland, he devoted himself to the welfare of the and round the roller he wound a rope spirally. people, working steadily for the emancipation Each end of the rope was fastened to a strong, of industry, the amelioration of the poor man's oblong box, as large as the bed of the frame; lot, and the cheapening of the poor man's loaf. and the box being filled with bricks and paving- In this cause he signally triumphed, dying in stones, was heavy enough to impart a powerful the midst of his success, by what seemed the pressure. Instead of ironing his pieces of print- sudden stroke of accident, and leaving behind ed cloth, the farmer now wound them carefully him a name and a fame dear to Britain and honround small wooden rollers, which he placed in ored throughout the world. the smooth bed beneath the box of stones, drew We need scarcely add, that the name of the that backward and forward over them, by means small Blackburn farmer, of the wealthy and paof the handle affixed to the cylinder, which had triotic baronet, and of the champion of free the rope coiled round it, and so, without the use trade, is one and the same, and that it will be of the hot flat-irons, gave the desiderated fin- found carved on the pedestal of the statue of ish to his work. And thus it was that the first ROBERT PEEL. mangle came into the world. This machine answered its purpose admirably,

THEN AND NOW. and, by releasing the wife and daughters from the ironing-table, increased by so much the pro- Now that the pain is gone, I too can smile ducing power of the family. The farmer worked Together in that moonlit summer night, on now with redoubled diligence; the more cot- Within the shadow of an aspen-tree. tons he printed, the more people wanted them; My hand was on your shoulder; I was wild : and as he had taken especial care that no man How furious the blood seethed through my heart! should become master of his mystery, he re- But you—Oh you were saintly calm, and cold; tained the trade in his own hands. As years

You moved my hand, and said, “ 'Tis best we part!" flowed on wealth poured in, and the small farm- My face fell on the bands of your fair hair, cr of the village became the principal of one of

A moonbeam struck across my hungry eye,

And struck across your balmy crimson mouth the largest and most prosperous manufacturing

I longed to kiss you, and I longed to die! houses in the country. He took his eldest son into partnership, and applying his capital to the Die in the shadow of the trembling tree,

Trembling my soul away upon your breast. production of machinery to facilitate cotton- You smiled, and drifted both your sowy hands printing, was enabled to transfer his patterns Against my forehead, and your fingers pressed from blocks to cylinders, and thus to print, in a Faintly and slow adown my burning face. few minutes only, a piece of cloth which it A keen sense of the woman touched you then, would have taken a week to complete under the The nice dramatic sense you women have, old process of a mallet and blocks.

Playing upon the feelings of us men! The farmer's son became a man of vast Long years have passed since that mid-summer night, wealth and influence. It was but a trifle to But still I feel the creeping of your hand him, when the burden of war weighed heavily Along my face. If I returned once more,

And in the shadow of that tree should stand upon his country, and the national emergencies

With you there. Answer! Would you kiss me back : were most oppressively felt, to raise and equip,

Would you reject me if I sued again? at his own expense, a regiment of horse for the How strange this is! I think my madness lasts, defense of the country, and present them to the Although I'm sure I have forgot the pain !



HE day was sunny, and the Marshalsea,

him as if he met the reward of having wandered away from her, and suffered any thing to pass between him and his remembrance of her vir


Twitchline Hof noon Striking upon it, shals22. elder Chivery was put ind, vedyt hiele stay withe

wontedly quiet. Arthur Clennam dropped into out being turned toward him. a solitary arm-chair, itself as faded as any “I am off the Lock, Mr. Clennam, and going debtor in the jail, and yielded himself to his out. Can I do any thing for you ?". thoughts.

“Many thanks. Nothing." In the unnatural peace of having gone through “You'll excuse me opening the door," said the dreaded arrest, and got there the first Mr. Chivery ; “but I couldn't make you hear.” change of feeling which the prison most com- “Did you knock?” monly induced, and from which dangerous rest- “Half a dozen times." ing-place so many men had slipped down to the Rousing himself, Clennam observed that the depths of degradation and disgrace, by so many prison had awakened from its noontide doze, ways-he could think of some passages in his that the inmates were loitering about the shady life, almost as if he were removed from them yard, and that it was late in the afternoon. He into another state of existence. Taking into had been thinking for hours. account where he was, the interest that had first “Your things is come,” said Mr. Chivery, brought him there when he had been free to keep and my son is going to carry 'em up. I should away, and the gentle presence that was equally have sent 'em up, but for his wishing to carry inseparable from the walls and bars about him, 'em himself. Indeed he would have 'em himand from the impalpable remembrances of his self, and so I couldn't send 'em up. Mr. Clenlater life which no walls nor bars could impris- nam, could I say a word to you ?". on, it was not remarkable that every thing his “Pray come in," said Arthur; for Mr. Chivmemory turned upon should bring him round ery's head was still put in at the door a very litagain to Little Dorrit. Yet it was remarkable tle way, and Mr. Chivery had but one ear upon to him; not because of the fact itself, but be- him, instead of both eyes. This was native delcause of the reminder it brought with it, how icacy in Mr. Chivery-true politeness; though much that dear little creature had influenced his exterior had very much of a turnkey about his better resolutions.

it, and not the least of a gentleman. None of us clearly know to whom or to what “Thank you, Sir,” said Mr. Chivery, without we are indebted in this wise, until some marked advancing; “it's no odds me coming in. Mr. stoppage in the whirling wheel of life brings the Clennam, don't you take no notice of my son right perception with it. It comes with sickness, (if you'll be so good), in case you find him cut it comes with sorrow, it comes with the loss of up anyways difficult. My son has a art, and the dearly loved, it is one of the most frequent my son's art is in the right place. Me and his uses of adversity. It came to Clennam in his mother knows where to find it, and we find it adversity, strongly and tenderly. “When I first sitivated correct.” gathered myself together,” he thought, “and With this incomprehensible speech, Mr. Chirset something like purpose before my jaded eyes, ery took his ear away and shut the door. He whom had I before me, toiling on, for a good might have been gone ten minutes, when his son object's sake, without encouragement, without succeeded him. notice, against ignoble obstacles, that would “Here's your portmanteau," he said to Arhave turned an army of received heroes and thur, putting it carefully down. heroines ? One weak girl! When I tried to " It's very kind of you. I am ashamed that conquer my misplaced love, and to be generous you should have the trouble.” to the man who was more fortunate than I, He was gone before it came to that, but soon though he should never know it or repay me returned, saying, exactly as before, “ Here's with a gracious word, in whom had I watched your black box;" which he also put down with patience, self-denial, self-subdual, charitable care. construction, the noblest generosity of the af- “I am very sensible of this attention to a prisfections? In the same pure girl! If I, a man, oner. I hope we may shake hands now, Mr. with a man's advantages and means and ener-John." gies, had slighted the whisper in my heart that, Young John, however, drew back, turning his if my father had erred, it was my first duty to right wrist in a socket made of his left thumb conceal the fault and to repair it, what youthful and middle finger, and said, as he had said at figure with tender feet going almost bare on the first, “I don't know as I can. No; I find I damp ground, with spare hands ever working, can't!" He then stood regarding the prisoner with its slight shape but half protected from the sternly, though with a swelling humor in his sharp weather, would have stood before me to eyes that looked like water. put me to shame? My Little Dorrit’s.” Thus “Why are you angry with me,” said Clenalways, as he sat alone in the faded chair, think- nam, “and yet so ready to do me these kind ing. Always, Little Dorrit. Until it seemed to services? There must be some mistake between

us. If I have done any thing to occasion it, I | I came back. I asked him if Miss Amy was am sorry.”

well” “No mistake, Sir," returned John, turning

* And she was?” the wrist backward and forward in the socket, “I should have thought you would have for which it was rather tight. “No mistake, known without putting the question to such as Sir, in the feelings with which my eyes behold me,” returned Young hn, after appearing to you at the present moment! If I was at all take a large invisible pill.

“ Since you do put fairly equal to your weight, Mr. Clennam, the question, I am sorry I can't answer it. But which I am not; and if you weren't under a the fact is, he looked upon the inquiry as a libcloud-which you are; and if it wasn't against erty, and said, “What was that to me?' It was all rules of the Marshalsea—which it is; those then I became quite aware I was intruding ; of feelings are such, that they would stimulate me, which I had been fearful before. However, he more to having it out with you in a round on the spoke very handsome afterward; very handpresent spot, than to any thing else I could some.” name.

They were both silent for several minutes : Arthur looked at him for a moment in some except that Young John remarked, at about the wonder, and some little anger. “Well, well!" middle of the pause, “He both spoke and acted he said. “A mistake, a mistake!” Turning very handsome.” away, he sat down, with a heavy sigh, in the It was again Young John who broke the sifaded chair again.

lence by inquiring: Young John followed him with his eyes, and, “ If it's not a liberty, how long may it be your after a short pause, cried out, “I beg your par- intentions, Sir, to go without eating and drinkdon!"

ing?” * Freely granted," said Clennam, waving his “I have not felt the want of any thing yet," hand, without raising his sunken head. “ Say returned Clennam. “I have no appetite just no more. I am not worth it.”

now." * This furniture, Sir,” said Young John, in a The more reason why you should take some voice of mild and soft explanation," belongs to support, Sir," urged Young John. “If you find nie. I am in the habit of letting it out to par- yourself going on sitting here for hours and hours ties without furniture, that have the room. It partaking of no refreshment because you have ain't much, but it's at your service. Free, I no appetite, why then you should and must parmean. I could not think of letting you have it take of refreshment without an appetite. I'm on any other terms. You're welcome to it for going to have tea in my own apartment. If it's nothing, Sir.”

not a liberty, please to come and take a cup. Arthur raised his head again, to thank him, Or I can bring a tray here in two minutes." and to say he could not accept the favor. John Feeling that Young John would impose that was still turning his wrist, and still contending trouble on himself if he refused, and also feelwith himself in his former divided manner. ing anxious to show that he bore in mind both

“What is the matter between us?” said Ar- the elder Mr. Chivery's entreaty, and the youngthur.

er Mr. Chivery's apology, Arthur rose and ex“ I decline to name it, Sir," returned Young pressed his willingness to take a cup of tea in Joha, suddenly turning loud and sharp. “No- Mr. John's apartment. Young John locked his thing's the matter."

door for him as they went out, slided the key Arthur looked at him again, in vain, for any into his pocket with great dexterity, and led the explanation of his behavior. After a while, Ar- way to his own residence. thur turned away his head again. Young John It was at the top of the house nearest to the said, presently afterward, with the utmost mild- gateway. It was the room to which Clennam

had hurried, on the day when the enriched fam“The little round table, Sir, that's nigh your ily had left the prison forever, and where he had elbow, was—you know whose-I needn't men- lifted her up insensible from the floor. He foretion him-he died a great gentleman. I bought saw where they were going, as soon as their feet it of an individual that he gave it to, and that touched the stair-case. The room was so far lived here after him. But the individual wasn't changed that it was papered now, and had been any ways equal to him. Most individuals would repainted, and was far more comfortably furfind it hard to come up to his level."

nished; but he could recall it just as he had seen Arthur drew the little table nearer, rested his it in that single glance, when he raised her from arm upon it, and kept it there.

the ground and carried her down to the car“ Perhaps you may not be aware, Sir," said riage. Young John, " that I intruded upon him when Young John looked hard at him, biting his he was over here in London. On the whole he fingers. was of opinion that it was an intrusion, though “ I see you recollect the room, Mr. Clennam ?" he was so good as to ask me to sit down and to “I recollect it well, Heaven bless her !" inquire after father and all other old friends. Oblivious of the tea, Young John continued Leastways humblest acquaintances. He looked, to bite his fingers and to look at his visitor, as to me, a good deal changed, and I said so when long as his visitor continued to glance about the

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room. Finally, he made a start at the tea-pot, Clennam tried to do honor to the meal, but gustily rattled a quantity of tea into it from a unavailingly. The ham sickened him, the bread canister, and set off for the common kitchen seemed to turn to sand in his mouth. He could to fill it with hot water.

force nothing upon himself but a cup of tea. The room was so eloquent to Clennam, in the “Try a little something green,” said Young changed circumstances of his return to the mis- John, handing him the basket. erable Marshalsea—it spoke to him so mournful- He took a sprig or so of water-cress, and tried ly of her, and of his loss of her—that it would again; but the bread turned to a heavier sand have gone hard with him to resist it, even though than before, and the ham (though it was good he had not been alone. Alone, he did not try. enough of itself) seemed to blow a faint simoom He laid his hand on the insensible wall as ten- of ham through the whole Marshalsea. derly as if it had been herself that he touched, “ Try a little more something green, Sir," and pronounced her name in a low voice. He said Young John, and again handed the basket. stood at the window, looking over the prison-par- It was so like handing green meat into the apet with its grim spiked border, and from his cage of a dull, imprisoned bird, and John had soul he breathed a benediction through the sum- so evidently bought the little basket as a handmer haze toward the distant land where she ful of fresh relief from the stale, hot pavingwas rich and prosperous.

stones and bricks of the jail that Clennam said, Young John was some time absent, and, when with a smile, “It was very kind of you to think he came back, showed that he had been outside of putting this between the wires; but I can not by bringing with him fresh butter in a cabbage- even get this down to-day.” leaf, some thin slices of boiled ham in another As if the difficulty were contagious, Young cabbage-leaf, and a little basket of water-cresses John soon pushed away his own plate, and fell and salad herbs. When these were arranged to folding the cabbage-leaf that had contained upon the table to his satisfaction they sat down the ham. When he had folded it into a numto tea.

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