New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1847-04-23

Beg your pardon Sir, resumed Toodle, taking
a step before them and deferentislly stopping them
again still cap 10 hand d" would ut have troubled
you with such pint except as a way Of gettin in
the name Of my son Biler-chrstensd Robin-hm
as you was 50 good as make Charitable Grinder
on
well, mar" said Mr. Donbey in bis seyeTe,.
manner What about hin p
why, Sir returned Toodle. shaking bis head
with face Of great anxiety and distress. In
forced 70 say. Sir, that be gone wrong
He has gone wrong, has be :" said ST.. Dombey,
with hard kind Of satisfaction.
he has fell into bad company yoa see geael.
men pursued the father. looking wissialiy At both.
and evidently taking the Major into the converse
tion with the hope Of having bis sympathy. BE
has got into bad ways God send he may come TO
again, eenemen, but he's on the wrong track now
You could hardly be of hearing Of it somehow Sir
said Toodle, again addressing Mr.. Dombey indivi-
duaily; 4" and il better I should out and say my
boys gone rather wrong Pollys dreadful down
about IT, genemen, said Toodle with the same de-
jected look. and another appeal 10 the Major.
A son of this mans whom caused 10 be edu.
Gated Major" said Mr.. Dombey, giving him bis
arm The usual return !"
Take advice from plain old Joe and never edu-
cate that sort Of people, Sir, returned the Major.
"Damme, Sir il never does 1t always fails e.
The simple father was beginning 20 submit that
he hoped his son the quondam Grinder. huifed and
rots are by brute obbed into his place as school
master with as much fitness for it as a hound. might
not have been educated on quite right plan in some
undiscovered respect, when Mr.. Dombey angrily
repeating The usual return led the Major away,
and the Major being heavy TO hoist into Mr. Dom
beys carriage, elevated in mid-air. and having 10
stop and swear that he would fay the Native alive,
and break every bone in bis skin, and visit other
physical torments upon him, every time he could Mt
get his foot on the step and fell back on that dark
exile, had barely time before they started TO repeat
hoarsely that 1t would never DO that it always
failed and that if he were to educate his own
vagabond, he would certainly be hanged.
Mr.. Dombey assented bitterly but there was
something more in his bitterness and in his moody
way Of falling back IN the carriage. and looking
with knitted brows at the changing objects with
out than the failure of that noble educational
TEN administered by the Grinders Company. He
had seen upon the mans rough cap piece Of new
Grape, and he had assured himself from his nan.
and his answers that he wore it for has son.
So from high 10 low, at home or abroad, from
Florence in his great house to the coarse chur who
was feeding the fire then smoking before them, ev-
cry one set up some claim other 10 share in bis
dead boy, and was bidder against him Could
he ever forget how that woman had wept over his
pillow, and called him her own child or how be,
waking from his sleep, had asked for her and had
raised himself in his bed and frightened when she
came in
To think Of this presumptuous raker among Goals
and ashes going on before there, with his sign Of
mourning To think that be dared TO enter, even
by a common show ike that into the trial and dis
appointment OF proud geDtemsn's secret heart
To think that this lost child who 10 have divid
ed with him his riches, and bis projects, and his
power. and allied with whom he was 70 have shut
out all the world with double door of gold,
should have let in such herd TO insult him with
their knowledge OF his defeated hopes, and their
boasts OF claiming community OF feeling with him
self so far removed II not of having crept into the
place wherein he would have orded it, alone
He found no pleasure or reliefin the journey. Tor
tured by these thoughts he carried monotony with
him through therushng landscape, and hurried head
long not through a rich and varied country but will
derness of blighted plans and gnawing jeaouses.
The very speed at which the train was whirled
along Knocked the swift of the young life that
had been borne away so steadily and so inexora-
bly, 10 its foredoomed end. The power that forced
itself upon its iron way--its own-defsnt Of all
paths and roads piercing through the heart Of eve
ry obstacle, and dragging living creatures Of all
classes ages and degrees behind it, was type of
the triumphant monster. Death.
Away with a shrek, and a roar and rattle,
from the town, bunowing among the dwellings OF
men and making the streets hum, flashing out into
the meadows for a moment, mining in through the
damp earth, booming on in darkness and heavy
air bursting again into the sunny day 50 bright
rattle through the fields throug Oh the woods through
the corn, through the hay, through the chalk,
through the mould through the clay, through the
rock, among objects close at hand and almost In the
grasp, ever hy ing from the traveller. and a deceit.
full distance ever moving slowly with him like as
in the track OF the remorseless monster, Death
Through the hollow, on the hight, by the heath
by the orchard, by the park, by the garden, over
the canal, across the river where the sheep are
feeding, where the mill is going where the barge
is floating. where the dead are lying where the
factory is smoking, where the stream "a running
where the village clusters. where the great cathe-
dral rises, where the bleak moor lies and the wild
breeze smoothes rufies 1t at its inconstant will
away, with shrek, and a roar, and a rattle, and
no trace 10 leave behind but dust and vapor; like
as in the track Of the remorseess monster Death
Breastng the wind and light, the shower and
sunshine, away, and still away. it rolls and roars
fierce and rapid smooth and certain and great
works and massive bridges crossing up above, fall
like beam of shadow an inch broad upon the eye,
and then are lost Away and still away, Onward
and onward ever glimpses OF cottage homes, OF
houses, mansions, rich estates, Of husbandry sns
handicraft, Of people, of old roads and paths that
look deserted, small, aud Insignificant they are
left behind and so they do, and what else is there
but such gmpses in the track Of the indomitabe
monster, Death
Away with a shrek and roar, and a rattle,
plunging down into the earth sgsin, and working
on IN htorul Ol energy duu pcfscNc
amid the darkness and whirlwind the motion
seems reversed and to tend furiously backward
until ray Of light upon the wet wall shows its
surface flying past like fierce stream. Away
once more into the day, and through the day, with
a shr yell OF exutation, roaring. rafting, tearing
on, spurning everything with its dark breath,
times pausing for minute where a crowd OF faces
are, that in a minute more not; sometimes lap
ping water greedy and before the spout at which
It drinks has ceased TO drip upon the ground,
shrlekng, roaring, rafting through the purple dis
lance
Louder and louder yet, il shrieks and cries as il
comes tearing on resistless 20 the goal and now
its way, still like the way OF Death, is strewn with
ashes thickly. Every thing around is blsckened.-
There are dark pools Of water, muddy lanes and
miserable Installations far below. There are jagged
walls and falling houses close at hand and through
the battered roofs and broken windows. wretched
rooms are seen, where want and fever hide them
selves IN many wretched shapes while smoke and
crowded gables and distorted chmneys and deior-
nifty of brick and mortar penning up deformity of
mind and body. choke the murky distance. As
Mr. Dombey looks out Of his carriage window, il IS
never in bis thoughts that the monster who has
brought him there has let the light Of day in on
these things; not made or caused them. IL was
the journeys fitting end and might have been the
end of everything; II was so ruInous and dreary.
So pursuing the one course OF thought. be had
the one relentless monster still before him All
-. Il nd cold ard deadly IL him