"And so she is, Miss," quoth the Grinder, with some feeling. "Very well Robin," said Miss Tox, "I am glad to hear you say so. Now, Robin, as I am going to give you a trial, at your urgent request, as my domestic, with a view to your restoration to respectability, I will take this impressive occasion of remarking that I hope you will never forget that you have, and have always had, a good mother, and that you will endeavour so to conduct yourself as to be a comfort to her." "Upon my soul I will, Miss," returned the Grinder. "I have come through a good deal, and my intentions is now as straight for'ard, Miss, as a cove's-" I must get you to break yourself of that word, Robin, if you please," interposed Miss Tox, politely, "If you please, Miss, as a chap's-" "Thankee, Robin, no," returned Miss Tox. should prefer individual." "I "As a indiwiddle's," said the Grinder. "Much better," remarked Miss Tox, complacently; "infinitely more expressive!" "-Can be," pursued Rob. "If I hadn't been and got made a Grinder on, Miss and mother, which was a most unfortunate circumstance for a young co-indiwiddle." "Very good indeed," observed Miss Tox, approvingly. "And if I hadn't been led away by birds, and then fallen into a bad service," said the Grinder, “I hope I might have done better. But it's never too late for a-" "Indi-" suggested Miss Tox. "widdle," said the Grinder, " to mend; and I hope to mend, Miss, with your kind trial; and wishing, mother, my love to father, and brothers and sisters, and saying of it." "I am very glad indeed to hear it," observed Miss Tox. "Will you take a little bread and butter, and a cup of tea, before we go, Robin?" Thankee, Miss," returned the Grinder; who im mediately began to use his own personal grinders in a most remarkable manner, as if he had been on very short allowance for a considerable period. Miss Tox being, in good time, bonneted and shawled, and Polly too, Rob hugged his mother, and followed his new mistress away; so much to the hopeful admiration of Polly, that something in her eyes made luminous rings round the gas-lamps as she looked after him. Polly then put out her light, locked the house-door, delivered the key at an agent's hard by, and went home as fast as she could go; rejoicing in the shrill delight that her unexpected arrival would occasion there. The great house, dumb as to all that had been suffered in it, and the changes it had witnessed, stood frowning like a dark mute on the street; baulking any nearer inquiries with the staring an nouncement that the lease of this desirable Family Mansion was disposed of. CHAPTER LX. CHIEFLY MATRIMONIAL. form or flavour remaining. Master Bitherstone, now, on whom the forcing system had the happier and not uncommon effect of leaving no impression whatever, when the forcing apparatus ceased to work, was in a much more comfortable plight; and being then on ship-board, bound for Bengal, found himself forgetting, with such admirable rapidity, that it was doubtful whether his declensions of noun-substantives would hold out to the end of the voyage, THE grand half yearly festival holden by Doctor | tellectual Norfolk Biffin, and had nothing of its original and Mrs. Blimber, on which occasion they requested the pleasure of the company of every young gentleman pursuing his studies in that genteel establishment, at an early party, when the hour was half-past seven o'clock, and when the object was quadrilles, had duly taken place, about this time; and the young gentlemen, with no unbecoming demonstrations of levity, had betaken themselves, in a state of scholastic repletion, to their own homes. Mr. Skettles had repaired abroad, permanently to grace the establishment When Doctor Blimber, in pursuance of the usual of his Father Sir Barnet Skettles, whose popular man-course, would have said to the young gentlemen, on ners had obtained lama diplomatic appointment, the honours of which were discharged by himself and Lady Skettles, to the satisfaction even of their own country. men and country women: which was considered almost miraculous. Mr. Tozer, now a young man of lofty stature, in Wellington boots, was so extremely full of antiquity, as to be nearly on a par with a genuine ancient Roman in his knowledge of English: a triumph that affected his good parents with the tenderest emotions, and caused the father and mother of Mr. Briggs (whose learning, like ill-arranged luggage, was so tightly packed that he couldn't get at anything he wanted) to hide their diminished heads. The fruit laboriously gathered from the tree of knowledge by this latter young gentleman, in fact, had been subjected to so much pressure, that it had become a kind of in the morning of the party, "Gentlemen, we will resume our studies on the twenty-fifth of next month," he departed from the usual course, and said, "Gentlemen, when our friend Cincinnatus retired to his farm, he did not present to the senate any Roman whom he sought to nominate as his successor. But there is a Roman here," said Doctor Blimber, laying his hand on the shoulder of Mr. Freeder, B. A., "adolescens imprimis gravis et doctus, gentlemen, whom I, a retiring Cincinnatus, wish to present to my little senate, as their future Dictator. Gentlemen, we will resume our studies on the twenty-fifth of next month, under the auspices of Mr. Freeder, B. A." At this (which Doctor Blimber had previously called upon all the parents, and urbanely explained), the young gentlemen cheered; and Mr. Tozer, on behalf of the 310 rest, instantly presented the doctor with a silver inkstand, in a speech containing very little of the mother tongue, but fifteen quotations from the Latin, and seven from the Greek, which moved the younger of the young gentlemen to discontent and envy: they remarking, "Oh, ah! It was all very well for old Tozer, but they didn't subscribe money for old Tozer to show off with, they supposed; did they? What business was it of old Tozer's more than anybody else's? It wasn't his inkstand. Why couldn't he leave the boys' property alone?" and murmuring other expressions of their dissatisfaction, which seemed to find a greater relief in calling him old Tozer, than in any other available vent. Not a word had been said to the young gentlemen, nor a hint dropped, of anything like a contemplated marriage between Mr. Feeder, B. A., and the fair Cornelia Blimber. Dr. Blimber, especially, seemed to take pains to look as if nothing would surprise him more; but it was perfectly well known to all the young gentlemen nevertheless, and when they departed for the society of their relations and friends, they took leave of Mr. Feeder with awe. Mr. Feeder's most romantic visions were fulfilled. The Doctor had determined to paint the house outside, and put it in thorough repair; and to give up the business, and to give up Cornelia. The painting and repairing began upon the very day of the young gentleman's departure, and now behold! the wedding morning was come, and Cornelia, in a new pair of spectacles, was waiting to be led to the hymeneal altar. The Doctor with his learned legs, and Mrs. Blimber in a lilac bonnet, and Mr. Feeder, B. A., with his long knuckles and his bristly head of hair, and Mr. Feeder's brother, the Reverend Alfred Feeder, M. A., who was to perform the ceremony, were all assembled in the drawing-room, and Cornelia with her orange flowers and bridesmaids had just come down, and looked, as of old, a little squeezed in appearance but very charming, when the door opened, and the weak-eyed young man, in a loud voice, made the following proclamation: MR. AND MRS. TOOTS!" Upon which there entered Mr. Toots, grown extremely stout, and on his arm a lady very handsomely and becomingly dressed, with very bright black eyes. "Mrs. Blimber," said Mr. Toots, "allow me to present my wife." Mrs. Blimber was delighted to receive her. Mrs. Blimber was a little condescending, but extremely kind. "And as you've known me for a long time, you "My dear!" remonstrated Mrs. Toots. spar at Mr. Toots, and tapped him skillfully with the Well, old Buck; said Mr. Feeder with a laugh. "I don't forget my old friends, you see," said Mr. "Toots, my boy," said Mr. Feeder, shaking hands, "I was joking." "And now Feeder," said Mr. Toots, "I should be Capital! returned Mr. Feeder. glad to know what you think of my union." "You think it's capital, do you, Feeder?" said Mr. Toots solemnly. "Then how capital must it be to Me. For you can never know what an extraordinary woman that is." Mr. Feeder was willing to take it for granted. But Mr. Toots shook his head, and wouldn't hear of that being possible. "You see," said Mr Toots, "what I wanted in a wife was-in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I Mr. Feeder murmured, "Oh yes, you had, Toots!" had. Sense I—I had not, particularly." But Mr. Toots said: "No, Feeder, I had not. Why should I disguise Mr. Toots, stretching out his hand towards his wife, it? I had not. I knew that sense was There," said in perfect heaps. I had no relation to object or be I have never had anybody belonging to me but my offended on the score of station; for I had no relation. guardian, and him, Feeder, I have always considered was not likely," said Mr. Toots, "that I should take as a Pirate and a Corsair. Therefore, you know it his opinion." No," said Mr. Feeder. "Accordingly," résumed Mr. Toots, "I acted on Feeder! Nobody but myself can tell what the camy own. Bright was the day on which I did so! Mrs. Toots laughed merrily, and Mrs. Blimber led pacity of that woman's mind is. If ever the Rights attended to, will be through her powerful intellect. her to Cornelia. Mr. Toots having paid his respects of Women, and all that kind of thing, are properly precepin that direction, and having saluted his old tor, who said, in allusion to his conjugal state," Well-Susan, my dear!" said Mr. Toots, looking abruptly Toots, well Toots! So you are one of us, are you out of the window curtains, "pray do not exert your Toots?"-retired with Mr. Feeder, B. A., into a win- self!" dow. แ My dear," said Mrs. Toots, "I was only talk. Mr. Feeder, B. A., being in great spirits, made a ling." "But my love," said Mr. Toots, "pray do not exert yourself. You really must be careful. Do not, my dear Susan, exert yourself. She's so easily excited," said Mr. Toots, apart to Mrs. Blimber, "and then she forgets the medical man altogether." Mrs. Blimber was impressing on Mrs. Toots the necessity of caution, when Mr. Feeder B. A., offered her his arm, and led her down to the carriages that were in waiting to go to church. Doctor Blimber escorted Mrs. Toots. Mr. Toots escorted the fair bride, around whose lambent spectacles two gauzy little bridesmaids fluttered like moths. Mr. Feeder's brother, Mr. Alfred Feeder M. A., had already gone on, in advance, to assume his official functions. The ceremony was performed in an admirable manner. Cornelia, with her crisp little curls, "went in," as the Chicken might have said, with great com. posure; and Doctor Blimber gave her away, like a man who had quite made up his mind to it. The gauzy little bridesmaids appeared to suffer most. Mrs. Blimber was affected, but gently so: and told The Reverend Mr. Alfred Feeder, M. A., on the way Lome, that if she could only have seen Cicero in his retirement at Tusculum, she would not have had a wish, now, ungratified. There was a breakfast afterwards, limited to the same small party; at which the spirits of Mr. Feeder, B. A., were tremendous, and so communicated themselves to Mrs. Toots, that Mr. Toots was several times heard to observe, across the table, "My dear Susan, don't exert yourself!" The best of it was, that Mr. Toots felt it incumbent on him to make a speech; and in spite of a whole code of telegraphic dissua sions from Mrs. Toots, appeared on his legs for the first time in his life. "I really," said Mr. Toots, "in this house, where whatever was done to me in the way of-of any mental confusion sometimes-which is of no consequence and I impute to nobody—I was always treated like one of Doctor Blimber's family, and had a desk to myself for a considerable period-can-not-allow -my friend Feeder to be" Mrs. Toots suggested "married." "It may not be inappropiate to the occasion, or altogether uninteresting," said Mr. Toots with a delighted face, "to observe that my wife is a most extraordinary woman, and would do this much better than myself-allow my friend Feeder to be married -especially to-" Mrs. Toots suggested, "to Miss Blimber." "To Mrs, Feeder, my love!" said Mr. Toots, in a subdued tone of private discussion: "whom God hath joined,' you know, 'let no man'-don't you know? I cannot allow my friend, Feeder, to be married-especially to Mrs. Feeder-without proposing heir-their-Toasts; and may," said Mr. Toots, fixing his eyes on his wife, as if for inspiration in a high flight, "may the torch of Hymen be the beacon of joy, and may the flowers we have this day strewed in their path, be the-the banishers of-of gloom!" Doctor Blimber, who had a taste for metaphor, was pleased with this, and said, "Very good, Toots! Very well said, indeed, Toots!" and nodded his head and batted his hands. Mr. Feeder made in reply, a comic peech chequered with sentiment. Mr. Alfred Feeder, M. A., was afterwards very happy on Doctor and Mrs. Blimber; Mr. Feeder, B. A., scarcely less 50, on the gauzy little bridesmaids. Doctor Blimber then, in a sonorous voice, delivered a few thoughts in the pastoral style, relative to the rushes among which it was the intention of himself and Mrs. Blimber to dwell, and the bee that would hum around their cot. Shortly after which, as the Doctor's eyes were twinkling in a remarkable manner, and his sonin-law had already observed that time was made for slaves, and had inquired whether Mrs. Toots sang, the discreet Mrs. Blimber dissolved the sitting, and sent Cornelia away, very cool and comfortable, in a post-chaise, with the man of her heart. Mr. and Mrs. Toots withdrew to the Bedford (Mrs. maiden name of Nipper), and there found a letter, Toots had been there before in old times, under her which it took Mr. Toots such an enormous time to read, that Mrs. Toots was frightened. "My dear Susan," said Mr. Toots, "fright is worse than exertion. Pray be calm!" "Who is it from?" asked Mrs. Toots. "Why, my love," said Mr. Toots, "it's from Captain Gills. Do not excite yourself. Walters and Miss Dombey are expected home!" "My dear," said Mrs. Toots, raising herself quickly from the sofa, very pale, " don't try to deceive me, for it's no use, they're come home-I see it plainly in your face!" Mr. Toots, in rapturous admiration. "You're per"She's a most extraordinary woman!" exclaimed fectly right, my love, they have come home. Miss Dombey has seen her father, and they are reconciled!" "Reconciled!" cried Mrs. Toots, clapping her hands. yourself. Do remember the medical man! Captain "My dear," said Mr. Toots; "pray do not exert Gills says at least, he don't say, but I imagine, from what I can make out, he means that Miss Dombey old house, to one where she and Walters are living; has brought her unfortunate father away from his that he is lying very ill there-supposed to be dying; and that she attends upon him night and day." Mrs. Toots began to cry quite bitterly. My dearest Susan," replied Mr. Toots, "do, do, if you possibly can, remember the medical man! If you can't, it's of no consequence-but do endeavour to!" His wife, with her old manner suddenly restored, so pathetically entreated him to take her to her precious pet, her little mistress, her own darling, and the like, that Mr. Toots, whose sympathy and admiration were of the strongest kind, consented from his very heart of hearts; and they agreed to depart immediately, and present themselves in answer to the Captain's letter. Now some hidden sympathies of things, or some coincidences, had that day brought the Captain himself (toward whom Mr. and Mrs. Toots were soon journeying), into the flowery train of wedlock; not as a principal, but as an accessory. It happened accidentally, and thus: The Captain, having seen Florence and ner baby for a moment, to his unbounded content, and having had a long talk with Walter, turned out for a walk; feeling it necessary to have some solitary meditation on the changes of human affairs, and to shake his glazed hat profoundly over the fall of Mr. Dombey, for whom the generosity and simplicity of his nature were awakened in a lively manner, The Captain would have been very low, indeed, on the unhappy gentleman's account, but for the recollection of the baby; which afforded him such intense satisfaction whenever it arose, that he laughed aloud as he went along the street, and indeed, more than once, in a sudden impulse of joy, threw up his glazed hat and caught it again; much to the amazement of the spectators. The rapid alternations of light and shade to which these two conflicting subjects of reflection exposed the Captain, were so very trying to his spirits, that he felt a long walk necessary to his composure; and as there is a great deal in the influence of harmonious associations, he chose, for the scene of this walk, his old neighbourhood, down among the mast, oar, and block makers, ship-biscuit bakers, coal whip pers, pitch-kettles, sailors, canals, docks, swing-bridges, and other soothing objects. These peaceful scenes, and particularly the region of Limehouse-Hole and thereabouts, were so influential in calming the Captain, that he walked on with restored tranquillity, and was, in fact, regaling himself, under his breath, with the ballad of Lovely Peg, when, on turning a corner, he was suddenly transfixed and rendered speechless by a triumphant pro cession that he beheld advancing towards him. This awful demonstration was headed by that de termined woman Mrs. Mac Stinger, who, preserving a countenance of inexorable resolution, and wearing conspicuously attached to her obdurate bosom a stupendous watch and appendages, which the Captain recognised at a glance as the property of Bunsby, conducted under her arm no other than that sagacious mariner; he, with the distraught and melancholy visage of a captive borne into a foreign land, meekly resigning himself to her will. Behind them appeared the young Mac Stingers, in a body, exulting. Behind them, two ladies of a terrible and stedfast aspect, leading between them a short gentleman in a tall hat, who likewise exulted. In the wake, appeared Bunsby's boy, bearing umbrellas. The whole were in good marching order; and a dreadful smartness that pervaded the party would have sufficiently announced, if the intrepid countenances of the ladies had been wanting, that it was a procession of sacrifice, and that the victim was Bunsby. The first impulse of the Captain was to run away. This also appeared to be the first impulse of Bunsby, hopeless as its execution must have proved. But a cry of recognition proceeding from the party, and Alexander Mac Stinger running up to the Captain with open arms, the Captain struck. "Well, Cap'en Cuttle!" said Mrs. Mac Stinger. "This is indeed a meeting! I bear no malice now, Cap'en Cuttle; you needn't fear that I'm going to case any reflections,, I hope to go to the altar in another spirit." Here Mrs. Mac Stinger paused, and drawing herself up, and inflating her bosom with a long breath, said, in allusion to the victim, "My usband, Cap'en Cuttle!" The abject Bunsby looked neither to the right nor to the left, nor at his bride, nor at his friend, but straight before him at nothing. The Captain putting out his hand, Bunsby put out his; but, in answer to the Captain's greeting, spake no word. "Cap'en Cuttle," said Mrs. Mac Stinger, "if you would wish to heal up past animosities, and to see the last of your friend, my usband, as a single person, we should be appy of your company to chapel. Here is a lady here," said Mrs. Mac Stinger, turning round to the more intrepid of the two, "my bridesmaid, that will be glad of your protection, Cap'en Cuttle." The short gentleman in the tall hat, who it ap peared was the husband of the other lady, and whe evidently exulted at the reduction of a fellow-creatur to his own condition, gave place at this, and resigne the lady to Captain Cuttle. The lady immediatel seized him, and, observing that there was no time lose, gave the word, in a strong voice, to advance. The Captain's concern for his friend, not unmit gled, at first, with some concern for himself-for shadowy terror that he might be married by violen possessed him, until his knowledge of the servie came to his relief, and remembering the legal obl gation of saying "I will," he felt himself personall safe so long as he resolved, if asked any question distinctly to reply "I won't"-threw him into a pa fuse perspiration; and rendered him, for a time, sensible to the movements of the procession, which he now formed a feature, and to the conve sation of his fair companion. But as he became le agitated, he learnt from this lady that she was th widow of a Mr. Bokum, who had held an emplo ment in the Custom House; that she was the deare friend of Mrs. Mac Stinger, whom she considered pattern for her sex; that she had often heard of Captain, and now hoped he had repented of his på life; that she trusted Mr. Bunsby knew what a bles ing he had gained, but that she feared men seldo did know what such blessings were, until they ha lost them; with more to the same purpose. All this time, the Captain could not but obsert that Mrs. Bokum kept her eyes steadily on the brid groom, and that whenever they came near a courte other narrow turning which appeared favourable £ flight, she was on the alert to cut him off if he a tempted to escape. The other lady, too, as well t her husband, the short gentleman with the tali ha were plainly on guard, according to a preconcerte plan; and the wretched man was so secured by Mr Mac Stinger, that any effort at self preservation by flig! was rendered futile. This indeed was apparent to mere populace, who expressed their perception of t fact by jeers and cries; to all of which, the dre Mac Stinger was inflexibly indifferent, while Bans himself appeared in a state of unconsciousness. The Captain made many attempts to accost philosopher, if only in a monosyllable or a signa but always failed, in consequence of the vigilance the guard, and the difficulty, at all times peculiar Bunsby's constitution, of having his attention arou by any outward and visible sign whatever. T they approached the chapel, a neat whitewash edifice, recently engaged by the Reverend Mel dech Howler, who had consented, on very aig solicitation, to give the world another two year existence, but had informed his followers that, it must positively go. While the Reverend Melchisedech was offering some extemporary orisons, the Captain found an portunity of growling in the bridegroom's ear; "What cheer, my lad, what cheer?" To which Bunsby replied, with a forgetfulnes "Jack Bunsby," whispered the Captain, " "Why do you do it, then, my lad?" inquired Captain, not unnaturally. 4 Bunsby, still looking, and always looking with an | remarkable woman to permit her recognition of immovable countenance, at the opposite side of the world, made no reply. "Why not sheer off?" said the Captain. "Eh?" whispered Bunsby, with a momentary gleam of hope. "Sheer off," said the Captain. "Where's the good?" retorted the forlorn sage. "She'd capter me agen." "Try" replied the Captain. "Cheer up! Come! Now's your time. Sheer off, Jack Bunsby!" Jack Bunsby, however, instead of profiting by the advice, said in a doleful whisper : "It all began in that there chest o' your'n. Why did I ever conwoy her into port that night?" "My lad," faltered the Captain, "I thought as you had come over her; not as she had come over you. A man as has got such opinions as you have!" Mr. Bunsby merely uttered a suppressed groan. "Come!" said the Captain, nudging him with his elbow, "now's your time! Sheer off! I'll cover your retreat. The time's a flying. Bunsby! It's for liberty. Will you once?" Bunsby was immovable. them to degenerate into weakness. Therefore, after vainly endeavouring to convince his reason by shakes, pokes, bawlings-out, and similar applications to his head, she led him into the air, and tried another method; which was manifested to the marriage party by a quick succession of sharp sounds, resembling applause, and, subsequently, by their seeing Alexander in contact with the coolest paving-stone in the court, greatly flushed, and loudly lamenting. The procession being then in a condition to form itself once more, and repair to Brig Place, where a marriage feast was in readiness, returned as it had come; not without the receipt, by Bunsby, of many humorous congratulations from the populace on his recently-acquired happiness. The Captain accom. panied it as far as the house-door, but, being made uneasy by the gentler manner of Mrs. Bokum, who, now that she was relieved from her engrossing duty-for the watchfulness and alacrity of the ladies sensibly diminished when the bridegroom was safely married-had greater leisure to show an interest in his behalf, there left it and the captive; faintly pleading an appointment, and pro "Bunsby!" whispered the Captain, "will you, mising to return presently. The Captain had antwice ?" Bunsby wouldn't twice. "Bunsby !" urged the Captain, "it 's for liberty; will you three times? Now or never!" Bunsby didn't then, and didn't ever; for Mrs. Mac Stinger immediately afterwards married him. One of the most frightful circumstances of the ceremony to the Captain, was the deadly interest exhibited therein by Juliana Mac Stinger; and the fatal concentration of her faculties, with which that promising child, already the image of her parent, observed the whole proceedings. The Captain saw in this a succession of man-traps stretching out infinitely; a series of ages of oppression and coercion, through which the seafaring line was doomed. It was a more memorable sight than the unflinching steadiness of Mrs. Bokum and the other lady, the exultation of the short gentleman in the tall hat, or even the fell inflexibility of Mrs. Mac Stinger. The Master Mac Stingers understood little of what was going on, and cared less; being chiefly engaged, during the ceremony, in treading on one another's half-boots; but the contrast afforded by those wretched infants only set off and adorned the precocious woman in Juliana. Another year or two, the Captain thought, and to lodge where that child was, would be destruction. other cause for uneasiness, in remorsefully reflecting that he had been the first means of Bunsby's entrapment, though certainly without intending it, and through his unbounded faith in the resources of that philosopher. To go back to old Sol Gills at the Wooden Midshipman's, and not first go round to ask how Mr. Dombey was- - albeit the house where he lay was out of London, and away on the borders of a fresh heath-was quite out of the Captain's course. So, he got a lift when he was tired, and made out the journey gaily. The blinds were pulled down, and the house so quiet, that the Captain was almost afraid to knock; but listening at the door, he heard low voices within, very near it, and, knocking softly, was admitted by Mr. Toots. Mr. Toots and his wife had, in fact, just arrived there; having been at the Midshipman's to seek him, and having there obtained the address. They were not so recently arrived, but that Mrs. Toots had caught the baby from somebody, taken it in her arms, and sat down on the stairs, hugging and fondling it. Florence was stooping down beside her; and no one could have said which Mrs. Toots was hugging and fondling most, the mother or the child, or which was the tenderer, Florence of Mrs. Toots, or Mrs. Toots of her, or both of the baby; it was such a little group of love and agitation. "And is your Pa very ill, my darling dear Miss Floy?" asked Susan. "He is very, very ill," said Florence. "But, Susan, dear, you must not speak to me as you used to speak. And what's this?" said Florence, touching her clothes, in amazement. "Your old dress, dear? Your old cap, curls, and all ?" The ceremony was concluded by a general spring of the young family on Mr. Bunsby, whom they hailed by the endearing name of father, and from whom they solicited halfpence. These gushes of affection over, the procession was about to issue forth again, when it was delayed for some little time by an unexpected transport on the part of Alexander Mac Stinger. That dear child, it seem ed, connecting a chapel with tombstones, when it was entered for any purpose apart from the ordinary religious exercises, could not be persuaded but that his mother was now to be decently in terred, and lost to him for ever. In the anguishingly. of this conviction he screamed with astonishing My dear Miss Dombey," said Mr. Toots, stepforce, and turned black in the face. However ping forward, "I'll explain. She's the most ex touching these marks of a tender disposition were traordinary woman. There are not many to equi to his mother, it was not in the character of that her! She has always said-she said before w Susan burst into tears, and showered kisses on the little hand that had touched her so wonder 66 |