a new warden. Of course he looked upon the nomination
as his own, and he had in his eye three or four fitting candidates,
seeing that Mr Cummins's plan as to the living of Puddingdale could
not be brought to bear. How can I describe the astonishment which
confounded him, when his father declared that he would appoint no
successor to Mr Harding? "If we can get the matter set to rights, Mr
Harding will return," said the bishop; "and if we cannot, it will be
wrong to put any other gentleman into so cruel a position."

It was in vain that the archdeacon argued and lectured, and even
threatened; in vain he my-lorded his poor father in his sternest
manner; in vain his "good heavens!" were ejaculated in a tone that
might have moved a whole synod, let alone one weak and aged bishop.
Nothing could induce his father to fill up the vacancy caused by Mr
Harding's retirement.

Even John Bold would have pitied the feelings with which the
archdeacon returned to Plumstead: the church was falling, nay, already
in ruins; its dignitaries were yielding without a struggle before the
blows of its antagonists; and one of its most respected bishops, his
own father,--the man considered by all the world as being in such
matters under his, Dr Grantly's, control,--had positively resolved to
capitulate, and own himself vanquished!

And how fared the hospital under this resolve of its visitor? Badly
indeed. It is now some years since Mr Harding left it, and the
warden's house is still tenantless. Old Bell has died, and Billy
Gazy; the one-eyed Spriggs has drunk himself to death, and three
others of the twelve have been gathered into the churchyard mould.
Six have gone, and the six vacancies remain unfilled! Yes, six have
died, with no kind friend to solace their last moments, with no
wealthy neighbour to administer comforts and ease the stings of death.
Mr Harding, indeed, did not desert them; from him they had such
consolation as a dying man may receive from his Christian pastor; but
it was the occasional kindness of a stranger which ministered to them,
and not the constant presence of a master, a neighbour, and a friend.

Nor were those who remained better off than those who died.
Dissensions rose among them, and contests for pre-eminence; and
then they began to understand that soon one among them would be the
last,--some one wretched being would be alone there in that now
comfortless hospital,--the miserable relic of what had once bee