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MARY BARTON:

TALE OF MANCHESTER LIFE.

"How knowest thou,' may the distressed Novel-wright exclaim, 'that I, here where I sit, am the Foolishest of existing mortals; that this my Long-ear of a fictitious Biography shall not find one and the other, into whose still longer ears it may be the means, under Providence, of instilling somewhat?' We answer, 'None knows, none can certainly know: therefore, write on, worthy Brother, even as thou canst, even as it is given thee.""

CARLYLE.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

LONDON:

CHAPMAN AND HALL, 186, STRAND.

MDCCCXLVIII.

C. WHITING, BEAUFORT HOUSE, STRAND.

MARY BARTON:

A TALE OF MANCHESTER LIFE.

CHAPTER I.

"But in his pulse there was no throb,
Nor on his lips one dying sob;

Sigh, nor word, nor struggling breath

Heralded his way to death."

SIEGE OF CORINTH.

"My brain runs this way and that way; 'twill not fix

On aught but vengeance."

DUKE OF GUISE.

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I MUST now go back to an hour or two before Mary, and her friends, parted for the night. It might be about eight o'clock that evening, and the three Miss Carsons were sitting in their father's drawingroom. He was asleep in the dining-room, in his own comfortable chair. Mrs. Carson was (as was usual with her, when no particular excitement was going on), very poorly, and sitting up-stairs in her dressing-room, indulging in the luxury of a head-ache. She was not well, certainly. "Wind in the head," the servants

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called it. But it was but the natural consequence of the state of mental and bodily idleness in which she was placed. Without education enough to value the resources of wealth and leisure, she was so circumstanced as to command both. It would have done her more good than all the æther and sal-volatile she was daily in the habit of swallowing, if she might have taken the work of one of her own housemaids for a week; made beds, rubbed tables, shaken carpets, and gone out into the fresh morning air, without all the paraphernalia of shawl, cloak, boa, fur boots, bonnet, and veil, in which she was equipped before setting out for an "airing," in the closely shut-up carriage.

So the three girls were by themselves in the comfortable, elegant, well-lighted, drawing-room; and, like many similarly-situated young ladies, they did not exactly know what to do to while away the time until the teahour. The elder two had been at a dancing-party the night before, and were listless and sleepy in consequence. One tried to read "Emerson's Essays," and fell asleep in the attempt; the other was turning over a parcel of new music, in order to select what she liked. Amy, the youngest, was copying some manuscript music. The air was heavy with the fragrance of strongly-scented flowers, which sent out their night odours from an adjoining conservatory.

The clock on the chimney-piece chimed eight. Sophy, (the sleeping sister) started up at the sound.

"What o'clock is that?" she asked.

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Oh, dear! how tired I am! Is Harry come in? Tea would rouse one up a little. Are not you worn out, Helen ?"

"Yes; I am tired enough. One is good for nothing the day after a dance. Yet I don't feel weary at the time; I suppose it is the lateness of the hours."

"And yet, how could it be managed otherwise? So many don't dine till five or six, that one cannot begin before eight or nine; and then it takes a long time to get into the spirit of the evening. It is always more pleasant after supper than before."

"Well, I'm too tired to-night to reform the world in the matter of dances, or balls. What are you copying, Amy ?"

Only that little Spanish air you sing 'Quien quiera.'

"What are you copying it for ?" asked Ellen.

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Harry asked me to do it for him, this morning at breakfast-time, for Miss Richardson, he said."

"For Jane Richardson!" said Sophy, as if a new idea were receiving strength in her mind.

"Do you think Harry means any thing by his attention to her ?" asked Helen.

"Nay, I do not know any thing more than you do; I can only observe and conjecture. What do you think, Helen ?"

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Harry always likes to be of consequence to the belle of the room. If one girl is more admired than another, he likes to flutter about her, and seem to be on intimate terms with her. That is his way, and I have

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