Bristol Bells: A Story of the Eighteenth Century

r, on the first Sunday morning of her residence in Dowry Square, she laid

undred pounds, and pay down the money, or h

that. I have got a month's delay, and I

k, to the amount of the debt, then employ him to effect a sale, and the matter is settled. A debt like that is a chain round a man's nec

ew the whole story of her father's disgrace, and she shrank from allud

ow he wastes his time, and robs you of what he is bound to give you. The sooner you are rid of him the better,' and Mr

e with the devil,' Mrs Lambert

show them to Barrett and Catcott. They

'I am ready to go to church. You must acc

left the room M

, mother. Look sharp after her or you

too quiet, but she is none the worse for that; and

s that his bright nephew Jack is one of her beaux, a

rs Lambert had a gold-headed cane in one of her hands, on which she leaned as it tapped on the pavement, and in the oth

r the frills of her lace cap, which was tied with whimp

she passed into the cathedral she curtsied with a

e, as she expressed it, the clergy and congregation were composed of 'gentry,' and

Church was asleep, and the fervour of religious zeal was just beginning to

d engagements were made and civilities exchanged with almost as mu

ck with wonder as she looked up into the vaulted roof and watched t

d in the eye of many is but an insignificant building, which ca

fe. The Past, with its stories, the stories that Mr Lambert's apprentice told

walls and carved the devices

of the labour, and the toil, and the spirit

and it was only when she stood up, and was raised above the ledge of the seat by a

als and smelling her salts, though she whispered the prayers a

en of all troubles and anxieties and sorrows can be laid at the feet of the Father who pities His children. He was a God very far off to Bryda Palm

by the number of sleepers in the pews, who woke with a start when t

al Bryda saw, to her great

y, and then was passing on laden with her heavy books, when th

Bryda said, and Mrs Lamb

ll oblige me by atte

Palmer is scarce fitted to bear these heavy books

ridling, 'I have not the h

d, a blush suffusing her fair face an

nd of yours,

yda said fer

ower voice he said, 'The month expires on this day three

three-cornered hat in his ha

r when the large brass knocker on Mr Lambert's door thundered against

hes to see you,

at my office in Corn Street on week days. What d

d, but returne

es to see you, sir,

and wait my convenience. I am e

o must have followed her and Mrs Lambert home from

ine, on a little table at her side, and a volume of Blair's sermons, which were both agreeable sedatives, and conducive to a prolonged sleep. Bryda then went hastily upstairs, and tying on her high poke bonnet, slipped out

will you take me to see

r boy?' J

and therefore I understand how he feels. Besides, I want to get far away from Mr Lambert this afternoon, for the crue

? I will soon show him what I can do if he d

e. Don't talk of him. I want to forget him, and see the poor boy's g

I would take you to the end of the world if you wanted.

and I have been to church with her this morning. Sh

en pacing up and down on the wide open spac

re to meet Bryda, for fear of a reprimand if he

her way alone, and he had asked Jack Henderson to g

esented a very different appearance fro

his best to cut a respectable

boyish figure to advantage. His knee-breeches and waistcoat, with embroidered flowers, were the handiwork of his moth

ated him from the throng of youths who collected in Bristol streets on Sundays, some on the College Green and many in Redcliffe Meado

had discovered the works of one Rowley, a priest of St John, in the time of Canynge,[A] and had reproduced them for the wonder and benefit of all lovers of ancient lo

d Bryda came in sight Chattert

uch later than he had expected, and for the

Meadows, where presently Chatterton's sister j

ll be vastly glad if you will take a dish o

nvitation, and walk by Miss Chatterton's side,

In yonder muniment room above the porch lay concealed for centuries the works of a man, as wonderful in their way as yonder pinnacles and buttresses. W

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ndowed an almshouse and hospital in the parish. He took holy orders on the death of his wife to avoid a second marriage pressed on him by King Henry VI., who speaks of h