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not go out to Crabtree Parva. An arrangement was made which respected the homestead of Mr Smith and his happy family, and put Mr Harding into possession of a small living within the walls of the city. It is the smallest possible parish, containing a part of the Cathedral Close and a few old houses adjoining. The church is a singular little Gothic building, perched over a gateway, through which the Close is entered, and is approached by a flight of stone steps which leads down under the archway of the gate. It is no bigger than an ordinary room,—perhaps twenty-seven feet long by eighteen wide,—but still it is a perfect church. It contains an old carved pulpit and reading-desk, a tiny altar under a window filled with dark old-coloured glass, a font, some half-dozen pews, and perhaps a dozen seats for the poor; and also a vestry. The roof is high pitched, and of black old oak, and the three large beams which support it run down to the side walls, and terminate in grotesquely carved faces,—two devils and an angel on one side, two angels and a devil on the other. Such is the church of St Cuthbert at Barchester, of which Mr Harding became rector, with a clear income of seventy-five pounds a year.

      Here he performs afternoon service every Sunday, and administers the Sacrament once in every three months. His audience is not large; and, had they been so, he could not have accommodated them: but enough come to fill his six pews, and on the front seat of those devoted to the poor is always to be seen our old friend Mr Bunce, decently arrayed in his bedesman’s gown.

      Mr Harding is still precentor of Barchester; and it is very rarely the case that those who attend the Sunday morning service miss the gratification of hearing him chant the Litany, as no other man in England can do it. He is neither a discontented nor an unhappy man; he still inhabits the lodgings to which he went on leaving the hospital, but he now has them to himself. Three months after that time Eleanor became Mrs Bold, and of course removed to her husband’s house.

      There were some difficulties to be got over on the occasion of the marriage. The archdeacon, who could not so soon overcome his grief, would not be persuaded to grace the ceremony with his presence, but he allowed his wife and children to be there. The marriage took place in the cathedral, and the bishop himself officiated. It was the last occasion on which he ever did so; and, though he still lives, it is not probable that he will ever do so again.

      Not long after the marriage, perhaps six months, when Eleanor’s bridal-honours were fading, and persons were beginning to call her Mrs Bold without twittering, the archdeacon consented to meet John Bold at a dinner-party, and since that time they have become almost friends. The archdeacon firmly believes that his brother-in-law was, as a bachelor, an infidel, an unbeliever in the great truths of our religion; but that matrimony has opened his eyes, as it has those of others. And Bold is equally inclined to think that time has softened the asperities of the archdeacon’s character. Friends though they are, they do not often revert to the feud of the hospital.

      Mr Harding, we say, is not an unhappy man: he keeps his lodgings, but they are of little use to him, except as being the one spot on earth which he calls his own. His time is spent chiefly at his daughter’s or at the palace; he is never left alone, even should he wish to be so; and within a twelvemonth of Eleanor’s marriage his determination to live at his own lodging had been so far broken through and abandoned, that he consented to have his violoncello permanently removed to his daughter’s house.

      Every other day a message is brought to him from the bishop. “The bishop’s compliments, and his lordship is not very well to-day, and he hopes Mr Harding will dine with him.” This bulletin as to the old man’s health is a myth; for though he is over eighty he is never ill, and will probably die some day, as a spark goes out, gradually and without a struggle. Mr Harding does dine with him very often, which means going to the palace at three and remaining till ten; and whenever he does not the bishop whines, and says that the port wine is corked, and complains that nobody attends to him, and frets himself off to bed an hour before his time.

      It was long before the people of Barchester forgot to call Mr Harding by his long well-known name of Warden. It had become so customary to say Mr Warden, that it was not easily dropped. “No, no,” he always says when so addressed, “not warden now, only precentor.”

      The Barchester Towers

       Table of Contents

       Chapter I. Who Will Be the New Bishop?

       Chapter II. Hiram’s Hospital According to Act of Parliament

       Chapter III. Dr. And Mrs. Proudie

       Chapter IV. The Bishop’s Chaplain

       Chapter V. A Morning Visit

       Chapter VI. War

       Chapter VII. The Dean and Chapter Take Counsel

       Chapter VIII. The Ex-Warden Rejoices in His Probable Return to the Hospital

       Chapter IX. The Stanhope Family

       Chapter X. Mrs. Proudie’s Reception—Commenced

       Chapter XI. Mrs. Proudie’s Reception—Concluded

       Chapter XII. Slope Versus Harding

       Chapter XIII. The Rubbish Cart

       Chapter XIV. The New Champion

       Chapter XV. The Widow’s Suitors

       Chapter XVI. Baby Worship

       Chapter XVII. Who Shall Be Cock of the Walk?

       Chapter XVIII. The Widow’s Persecution

       Chapter XIX. Barchester by Moonlight

       Chapter XX. Mr. Arabin

       Chapter XXI. St. Ewold’s Parsonage

       Chapter XXII. The Thornes of Ullathorne

       Chapter XXIII. Mr. Arabin Reads Himself in at St. Ewold’s

       Chapter XXIV. Mr. Slope Manages Matters Very Cleverly at Puddingdale

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