New-York tribune., 1841-12-13
BARN ABY RUDGE
& NeW Ell ork bp Bo;.
CHAPTER LXXiN.

OLD John did not walk near the Golden Key,
for between the Golden Key and the Black Lion
there lay wilderness OF streets-as every body
knows who is acquainted with the relative bearings
OF Clerkenwc aud Whitechupcl-and he by
no means famous for pedestrian exercises. BGt
the Golden Key lies in our way, though II WIS out
of his SO to the Golden Key this chap'er goes.
The Golden Key itself, fair emblem of the lock-
smith trade, had been pulled down by the uo;cis,
and roughly trampled under foot But now l. Was
hoisted up again in all the glory of new coat ol
paint, and showed more bravcly even than in days
of yore Indeed the whole house-front spruce
and trim, and so trcshcned up throughout, that ii
there vet rcmaiaed at large any OF the rioters who
had been concerned in the attack upon it, the
sight of the DID, goodly, prosperous dwelling, 80
revived, must have been ,o them gall and werm-
wood.
The shutters of the shop were closed, however,
aad the window-blinds above were all pullea down,
and in the place OF its usual cheerful appearance.
the house had lock of sadness and air of
mourning which the neighbors who in old days
had often seen poor Barnaby so ia and out, were
at no loss 10 understand. The door stood partly
OPEN but the ocksmith's hammer was unheurd;
the cat sat moping on the ashy FORGE all was de-
serted dark, and silcnt.
On the threshold Of this door, Mr. Harcdalc and
place; and both passing IN with familiar air
which seemed TO denote tina, they were tarrying
there, or were well accustomed to 60 10 and fro
unquesuoned shut it behind them
Entering the old back pgrlor, and ascending the
high, OF stairs, abrupt aNd steep, and quantity
fashioned of old, they turned into the best room
the pride of Mrs. Vardens heart, and crst the
seems of Miggs's household labors.
''varden brought the mother here last evening,
he ted me y said Mr.. Haredule
''She is above stuirs now-in the room over
here, Edward reioined Her grief they say, is
past all telling. ncednt add-ter that you know
betorehand-that the care, humanity, and symPa-
thy of these good people have no bosHds.
Il ana sure of that. Heaven repay them for i:
and for much more Warden is out p
." He returned with yo,r messenger. who arrived
almost at the moment of his coming home h,nselt.
He was out the whols nght-bu; that of course
You know. He was with you the greater par, OF
it
He was. Without him, should have lacked
my right hlnd. He is an older nlan than l /; but
nSthins conquer him.
Tbs cheeriest, ,toutest-hcarted fellow in the
world.
He hes righ, to be- He has a fright to be.
a better creature never lived. He rcaps what he
has sown-no morc.'
" 1t is not all men, said Edward, after mo-
men,'s hesitation. who havt the happiness to dc
that
More than YOU imagine, returned Mr.. Hare
dale We note the harvest more than the seed
time. You do SO in me.
In truth his pale and haggard face, and gloomy
bearing, had so Gar influenced the remark. tina,
Edward was for the moment, at loss 10 answer
HIM.
Tot, tut" said Mr. Harcdale, twas no, very
diihcuI, to read thought natural. But YOU are
mistaken nevertheless. have had my share OF
sorr9ws-nove than the common lot, perhaps
Out nsve borne them ILL., | have broken where
should have bent; and have mused aad broodes,
when my sp'rt should have mixed with all God :
great crea'ioa The men who learn epduranc..
are they VINO call the whole world brotbsrs, have
turned fro" the world, and pay tie psnaty.'
Edward would nave in,crposed. bu, hs .,.,, .,
without giving him time.
Its TOO late 10 eyade it now l so,nc,iros.
think that ii had to live my life once more ,xanls
amcna tins fault-not much discover when 7
search my mind, for the love of what i. right, a,
for my own sake. But even when make these