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Records, 396 Colonisation Loan Society 298, 407, 599 Good Governor, The
comie. Leaves from the statut 514 Good Plain mes, A Tale of the
A PITE: Word
Colonial Training School (Rag- Good Governor, The . . . 647
298, 407, 599 Good Old Times, A Tale of the 103
Carpet-bag .. 459 Colonisation Loan Society . . 514 Good Plain Cook
ecords, 396 | Comic Leaves from the Statute Grand Junction Water-works, A
Visit to the
| Con McNale, Irish Difficulty Solved Great Penal Experiments
Autr -letters from
561 County Courts, The
Heathen and Christian Burial
ne of Woodruffe the Gardener
Bank We Forgeries
Destruction of Parish Registers 351 Household Narrative . . . . 49
Page Situals. . . . 107
Their Organisation, 368; Staff,
How we went Fishing in Canada, 213
How we went Hunting in Canada . 364
M., Extra ruinary Travels
Eggs, 158; Tea, 253; The Steel
Pen . .
Rarisztor Mr. in Syaithfield. . 121 Education at Home and Abroad, 82 Impurities of Water
Innocence and Crime . . 431
Evening Schools for Adults.
Irish Peculiarity, An . . .694
- Epígrant's Voyage to . 534 Exploring Adventures in the Bush, JEFFREY, Lord . . . . 113
141, 416, 475
$tal Arithmetic . . . 531 Filtration of the Thames Water . 51 England"
514,561, 587, 614 Fire Brigade of London . . . 145 - from Mr. Thomas Bovington 377
- from Mr. T. Oldcastle, Con-
. Practical Working
: 514 Forbes', Dr., Physician's Holiday . 356 - about small beginnings . . 598
Foreign Portraits of Englishmen. 601 Life and Labours of Lieut. Waghorn 494
Forgeries of Bank Notes 555, 615 "Life in London," Registrar Gene-
Francis Jeffrey . . . . . 113 ral on .
Little Mary- A Tale of the Black
GAMBLINO Propagation Society in Little Place in Norfolk, A' .':575
Los Opiniti 5.-A Fable
.385 London Pauper Children . . 519
Coal Fire, The True Story of a
facture . _ . . . .
13 MARRIAGE in St. Petersburgh, A 4
Very Old Soldier, A
Visit to the Arctic Discovery Ships, 180
259, 378 WAGHORN, Lieut., Life
. . .313 Water Question, The Troubled 49
2:25 Savings Bank Defalcations.
267 Water Drops, The.--A Fairy Tale. 492
Separato. Confinement System, The, 97 Weather Wisdom . . . 222
Newspaper Antecedents. . .270 Short Cuts across the Globe:-- Wordsworth, William . . . 210
Slavery in Poland . . . . 3:2 YOUNG Advocate (Tale) . . 292
Old Lady in Threadneedle Street . 337 Statistics
ABRAHAX and the Fire-Worship-
County Courts, ..176 " All Things in the World must
Opportunity, An excellent (Tale) . 421 i
Factory Supervision 502 Ballad of Richard Burnell . 572
London Fires . . . 149 Birth of Morning . . . . 420
Middle Class Wealth . 531 Cottage Memory, . . . . 543
Marriages in Eugland . 375 Dialogue of Shadows ,
Newspapers . . . . 239 Dream within Dream, or Evil Mi-
Parish Registers, Destruction of : 351
Penal Experiments, Great . . 254)
Savings Banks . . . 267 Flowers . .
Tea . . . . 253 Good Verses of a Bad Poet . . 336
Water Supply of London, 52 Great Man Departed . .
Peter the Great, Anecdoto of 362 Steam Plough
. 604 I Would not Have Thee Young
. 289 Love of Nature . . . . . 452
505 Sveli vo . . . . .467" Press On"-A Rivulet's Son.
Railway Station, The .
3 Switzerland, a Summer Holiday in Sister's Farewell
Son of Sorrow--A Fable from the
Swedish . . .
. 25,3 Sonnet to Lord Denman . . 60
Thread-Spinners of Belgium
321 Spring-Time in the Court
Time Ball, Greenwich Observatory, 201 Stroll by Starlight . . . . 3.54)
Lines to a Dead rin
A WEEKLY JOURNAL.
SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1850.
A PRELIMINARY WORD. THE name that we have chosen for this ciations with the Power that bears him on
publication expresses, generally, the desire ward ; with the habitations and the ways of we have at heart in originating it.
| life of crowds of his fellow, creatures among We aspire to live in the Household affec- whom he passes like the wind; even with the tions, and to be numbered among the House- towering chimneys he may see, spirting out hold thoughts, of our readers. We hope to fire and smoke upon the prospect. The swart be the comrade and friend of many thousands giants, Slaves of the Lamp of Knowledge, of people, of both sexes, and of all ages and have their thousand and one tales, no less conditions, on whose faces we may never look. than the Genii of the East ; and these, in all We seek to bring into innumerable homes, their wild, grotesque, and fanciful aspects, in from the stirring world around us, the know- all their many phases of endurance, in all their ledge of many social wonders, good and evil, many moving lessons of compassion and conthat are not calculated to render any of us less sideration, we design to tell. ardently persevering in ourselves, less tolerant Our Household Words will not be echoes of one another, less faithful in the progress of of the present time alone, but of the past too. mankind, less thankful for the privilege of Neither will they treat of the hopes, the living in this summer-dawn of time.
enterprises, triumphs, joys, and sorrows, of No mere utilitarian spirit, no iron binding of this country only, but, in some degree, of those the mind to grim realities, will give a harsh of every nation upon earth. For nothing can tone to our Household Words. In the bosoms be a source of real interest in one of them, of the young and old, of the well-to-do and of without concerning all the rest. the poor, we would tenderly cherish that light. We have considered what an ambition it is of Fancy which is inherent in the human to be admitted into many homes with affecbreast ; which, according to its nurture, burns tion and confidence; to be regarded as a with an inspiring flame, or sinks into a sullen friend by children and old people; to be glare, but which (or woe betide that day !) can thought of in affliction and in happiness ; never be extinguished. To show to all, that to people the sick room with airy shapes in all familiar things, even in those which are that give delight and hurt not,' and to be repellant on the surface, there is Romance associated with the harmless laughter and enough, if we will find it out:-to teach the the gentle tears of many hearths. We know hardest workers at this whirling wheel of toil, the great responsibility of such a privilege; its that their lot is not necessarily a moody, brutal vast reward; the pictures that it conjures fact, excluded from the sympathies and graces up, in hours of solitary labour, of a mulof imagination; to bring the greater and the titude moved by one sympathy; the solemn lesser in degree, together, upon that wide field, hopes which it awakens in the labourer's and mutually dispose them to a better ac- breast, that he may be free from self-reproach quaintance and a kinder understanding—is in looking back at last upon his work, and one main object of our Household Words. that his name may be remembered in his
The mightier inventions of this age are not, race in time to come, and borne by the dear to our thinking, all material, but have a kind objects of his love with pride. The hand that of souls in their stupendous bodies which may writes these faltering lines, happily associated find expression in Household Words. The with some Household Words before to-day, has traveller whom we accompany on his railroad known enough of such experiences to enter or his steamboat journey, may gain, we hope, in an earnest spirit upon this new task, and somne compensation for incidents which these with an awakened sense of all that it involves. later generations have outlived, in new asso-1 Some tillers of the field into which we now
come, have been before us, and some are the voices we hear, cry Go on! The stones that here whose high usefulness we readily ac-'call to us have sermons in them, as the trees knowledge, and whose company it is an have tongues, as there are books in the running honour to join. But, there are vile is here' brooks, as there is good in everything! They, - Bastards of the Mountain, drailed fringe and the Time, cry out to us Go on! With a on the Red Cap, Panders to the basest passions fresh heart, a light step, and a hopeful courage, of the lowest natures-whose existence is a, we begin the journey. The road is not so
national reproach. In these, we should rough that it need daunt our feet: the way is I consider it our highest service to displace. not so steep that we need stop for breath, and,
Thus, we begin our career! The adventurer looking faintly down, be stricken motionin the old fairy story, climbing towards the less. Go on, is all we hear, Go on! In a i summit of a steen eminence on which the glow alreauly, with the air from yonder height
ohject of his search was stationeil, was sur- upon us, and the inspiriting voices joining in rounded by a roar of voices, crying to him, 'this acclamation, we echo back the cry, and from the stones in the way, to turn back. All! go on cheerily !
I on his throne in her heart, and called out
penitent anguish for all the bitter estrangeIN FOUR CHAPTERS.-CHAPTER L
ment of later years. It was this which made
her refuse all the entreaties of her sons, that WHEN Death is present in a household on a she would see the kind-hearted neighbours,
Christmas Day, the very contrast between , who called on their way from church, to symthe time as it now is, and the day as it has pathise and condole. No! she would stay often been, gives a poignancy to sorrow,-a with the dead husband that had spoken more utter blankness to the desolation, tenderly at last, if for three years he had James Leigh died just as the far-away bells kept silence ; who knew but what, if she had of Rochdale Church were ringing for morning only been more gentle and less angrily reserved service on Christmas Day, 1836. A few he might have relented earlier-and in time! minutes before his death, he opened his al-! She sat rocking herself to and fro by the really glazing eyes, and made a sign to his side of the bed, while the footsteps below wife, by the faint motion of his lips, that he went in and out; she had been in sorrow too had yet something to say. She stooped close long to have any violent burst of deep grief down, and caught the broken whisper, ‘I now; the furrows were well worn in her forgive her, Amne! May God forgive me.' cheeks, and the tears flowed quietly, if inces
Oh my love, my dear! only get well, and santly, all the day long. But when the I will never cease showing my thanks for winter's night drew on, and the neighbours those words. May God in heaven bless thee had gone away to their homes, she stole to for saying them. Thou ’rt not so restless, my the window, and gazed out, long and wistlad! may be-Oh God!'.
fully, over the dark grey moors. She did not For even while she spoke, he died. hear her son's voice, as he spoke to her from
They had been two-and-twenty years man the door, nor his footstep as he drew nearer, and wife ; for nineteen of those years their She started when he touched her.
e had been as calm and happy, as the most "Mother ! come down to us. There's no perfect uprightness on the one side, and the one but Will and me. Dearest mother, we most complete confidence and loving submis- do so want you. The poor lad's voice tremsion on the other, could make it. Milton's bled, and he began to cry. It appeared to famous line might have been framed and require an effort on Mrs. Leigh's part to tear hung up as the rule of their married life, for herself away from the window, but with a he was truly the interpreter, who stood be- sigh she complied with his request. tween God and her; she would have con- The two boys (for though Will was nearly sidered herself wicked if she had ever dared twenty-one, she still thought of him as a ladi) even to think him austere, though as cer- had done everything in their power to make tainly as he was an upright man, so surely the house-place comfortable for her. She was he hard, stern, and inflexible. But for herself, in the old days before her sorrow, had three years the moan and the murmur had never made a brighter fire or a cleaner never been out of her heart; she had rebelled hearth, ready for her husband's return home. against her husband as against a tyrant, with than now awaited her. The tea-things were a hidden sullen rebellion, which tore up the all put out, and the kettle was boiling ; and old land-marks of wisely duty and affection, the boys had calmed their grief down into a and poisoned the fountains whence gentlest kind of sober cheerfulness. They paid her love and reverence had once been for ever every attention they could think of, but springing.
received little notice on her part; she did But those last blessed words replaced him not resist-she rather submitted to all their
arrangements; but they did not seem to queathed the farm to his faithful wife, Anne touch her heart.
| Leigh, for her life-time ; and afterwards, to When tea was ended, it was merely the his son William. The hundred and odd
form of tea that had been gone through,— Will pounds in the savings-bank was to accumuI moved the things away to the dresser. His late for Thomas. mother leant back languidly in her chair. I After the reading was ended, Anne Leigh
Mother, shall Tom read you a chapter ? sat silent for a time; and then she asked to He's a better scholar than I.
speak to Samuel Orme alone. The sons went • Ave, lad!' said she, almost eagerly. into the back-kitchen, and thence strolled out ! "That's it. Read me the Prodigal Son. Aye, into the fields regardless of the driving snow. are, lad. Thank thee.'
The brothers were dearly fond of each other, Tom found the chapter, and read it in the although they were very different in chahigh-pitched voice which is customary in racter. Will, the elder, was like his father, i village-schools. His mother bent forward, stern, reserved, and scrupulously upright.
her lips parted, her eyes dilated ; her whole Tom (who was ten years younger) was gentle
1 Samuel looked, and pondered, but did not
If thou hast made up thy mind, there's The snow had fallen heavily over the dark no speaking again it; and thou must e'en go. waring moorland, before the day of the Thou 'lt be sadly pottered wi' Manchester funeral. The black storm-laden dome of ways; but that's not my look out. Why, heaven lay very still and close upon the white thou 'lt have to buy potatoes, a thing thou earth, as they carried the body forth out of hast never done afore in all thy born life. the house which had known his presence so Well! it's not my look out. It's rather long as its ruling power. Two and two the for me than again me. Our Jenny is Tourners followed, making a black procession, going to be married to Tom Higginbotin their winding march over the unbeaten ham, and he was speaking of wanting a bit snow, to Milpe-Row Church-now lost in some of land to begin upon. His father will be bollow of the bleak moors, now slowly climb-dying sometime, I reckon, and then he 'll ing the heaving ascents. There was no long step into the Croft Farm. But meanwhile'tarrying after the funeral, for many of the “Then, thou ’lt let the farm,' said she, still neighbours who accompanied the body to the as eagerly as ever. grave had far to go, and the great white 'Aye, aye, he 'll take it fast enough, I've a Hakes which came slowly down, were the notion. But I'll not drive a bargain with boding fore-runners of a heavy storm. One thee just now; it would not be right; we 'll od friend alone accompanied the widow and wait a bit.' her sons to their home.
'No; I cannot wait, settle it out at once.' The Upclose Farm had belonged for gene- "Well, well ; I'll speak to Will about it. I rstions to the Leighs; and vet its possession see him out yonder. I'll step to him, and hardly raised them above the rank of la- talk it over.' bourers. There was the house and out! Accordingly he went and joined the two buildings, all of an old-fashioned kind, and lads, and without more ado, began the subject about seven acres of barren wproductive to them. land, which they had never possessed ca- "Will, thy mother is fain to go live in Manpital enough to improve ; indeed they could chester, and covets to let the farm. Now, bardly rely upon it for subsistence; and it I'm willing to take it for Tom Higginbotham; had been customary to bring up the sons to but I like to drive a keen bargain, and there some trade-such as a wheelwright's, or black-would be no fun chaffering with thy mother siith's.
ljust now. Let thee and me buckle to, my James Leigh had left a will, in the posses- lad! and try and cheat each other ; it will sion of the old man who accompanied them warm us this cold day.' home. He read it aloud. James had be- 'Let the farm !' said both the Jads at once,