ore upon a painful subject.
What are you going to do with yourself? Where will you find a home
to-night?"

"Here with the dead. Whilst he remains upon earth I have no other home.
I know Mr. Winthrop the jailer--he is a kind benevolent man; he will not
deny me an asylum for a few days."

"My house is close at hand; remain with me until the funeral is over."

"There will be no delay, I hope. They will not attempt to seize the
body."

"Captain Whitmore has generously provided for that. He paid the creditor
on whose suit your uncle was detained, this morning; but the Colonel was
too ill to be moved."

"That was noble--generous. God bless him for that! And Godfrey--what is
to become of him?"

"The Captain has insisted on his living at the Lodge until his affairs
are settled. Your cousin bore the death of his father with uncommon
fortitude. It must have been a terrible shock!"

"That is a sad misapplication of the word. A want of natural affection
and sensibility, the world calls fortitude. Godfrey had too little
respect for his father while living, to mourn very deeply for his
death."

"Alas! my young friend; what he is, in a great measure, his father made
him. I have known Godfrey from the petted selfish child to the
self-willed, extravagant, dissipated young man; and though I augur very
little good from what I do know of his character, much that is
prominently evil might have been restrained by proper management, and
the amiable qualities which now lie dormant been cherished and
cultivated until they became virtues. The loss of fortune, if it leads
him to apply the talents which he does possess to useful purposes, may,
in the end, prove a great gain."

Anthony shook his head. "Godfrey will never work."

"Then, my dear sir, he must starve."

"He will do neither."

And the conversation between the friends terminated.

CHAPTER XIII.

The world has done its worst, you need not heed
Its praise or censure now.--Your name is held
In deep abhorrence by the good: the bad
Make it a sad example for fresh guilt.--S.M.

We will leave Anthony Hurdlestone to weep and watch beside the newly
dead, and conduct our readers into the cottage occupied by Farmer
Mathews and his family.

Returning the night before from market, very much the worse from liquor,
the farmer had fallen from his horse, and received a very severe
concussion of the brain. William, surprised at his long absence, left
the hou