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Mr.
and
Mrs.
Bumble
,
deprived
of
their
situations
,
were
gradually
reduced
to
great
indigence
and
misery
,
and
finally
became
paupers
in
that
very
same
workhouse
in
which
they
had
once
lorded
it
over
others
.
Mr.
Bumble
has
been
heard
to
say
,
that
in
this
reverse
and
degradation
,
he
has
not
even
spirits
to
be
thankful
for
being
separated
from
his
wife
.
As
to
Mr.
Giles
and
Brittles
,
they
still
remain
in
their
old
posts
,
although
the
former
is
bald
,
and
the
last-named
boy
quite
grey
.
They
sleep
at
the
parsonage
,
but
divide
their
attentions
so
equally
among
its
inmates
,
and
Oliver
and
Mr.
Brownlow
,
and
Mr.
Losberne
,
that
to
this
day
the
villagers
have
never
been
able
to
discover
to
which
establishment
they
properly
belong
.
Master
Charles
Bates
,
appalled
by
Sikes
's
crime
,
fell
into
a
train
of
reflection
whether
an
honest
life
was
not
,
after
all
,
the
best
.
Arriving
at
the
conclusion
that
it
certainly
was
,
he
turned
his
back
upon
the
scenes
of
the
past
,
resolved
to
amend
it
in
some
new
sphere
of
action
.
He
struggled
hard
,
and
suffered
much
,
for
some
time
;
but
,
having
a
contented
disposition
,
and
a
good
purpose
,
succeeded
in
the
end
;
and
,
from
being
a
farmer
's
drudge
,
and
a
carrier
's
lad
,
he
is
now
the
merriest
young
grazier
in
all
Northamptonshire
.
And
now
,
the
hand
that
traces
these
words
,
falters
,
as
it
approaches
the
conclusion
of
its
task
;
and
would
weave
,
for
a
little
longer
space
,
the
thread
of
these
adventures
.
I
would
fain
linger
yet
with
a
few
of
those
among
whom
I
have
so
long
moved
,
and
share
their
happiness
by
endeavouring
to
depict
it
.
I
would
show
Rose
Maylie
in
all
the
bloom
and
grace
of
early
womanhood
,
shedding
on
her
secluded
path
in
life
soft
and
gentle
light
,
that
fell
on
all
who
trod
it
with
her
,
and
shone
into
their
hearts
.
I
would
paint
her
the
life
and
joy
of
the
fire-side
circle
and
the
lively
summer
group
;
I
would
follow
her
through
the
sultry
fields
at
noon
,
and
hear
the
low
tones
of
her
sweet
voice
in
the
moonlit
evening
walk
;
I
would
watch
her
in
all
her
goodness
and
charity
abroad
,
and
the
smiling
untiring
discharge
of
domestic
duties
at
home
;
I
would
paint
her
and
her
dead
sister
's
child
happy
in
their
love
for
one
another
,
and
passing
whole
hours
together
in
picturing
the
friends
whom
they
had
so
sadly
lost
;
I
would
summon
before
me
,
once
again
,
those
joyous
little
faces
that
clustered
round
her
knee
,
and
listen
to
their
merry
prattle
;
I
would
recall
the
tones
of
that
clear
laugh
,
and
conjure
up
the
sympathising
tear
that
glistened
in
the
soft
blue
eye
These
,
and
a
thousand
looks
and
smiles
,
and
turns
fo
thought
and
speech
--
I
would
fain
recall
them
every
one
.
How
Mr.
Brownlow
went
on
,
from
day
to
day
,
filling
the
mind
of
his
adopted
child
with
stores
of
knowledge
,
and
becoming
attached
to
him
,
more
and
more
,
as
his
nature
developed
itself
,
and
showed
the
thriving
seeds
of
all
he
wished
him
to
become
--
how
he
traced
in
him
new
traits
of
his
early
friend
,
that
awakened
in
his
own
bosom
old
remembrances
,
melancholy
and
yet
sweet
and
soothing
--
how
the
two
orphans
,
tried
by
adversity
,
remembered
its
lessons
in
mercy
to
others
,
and
mutual
love
,
and
fervent
thanks
to
Him
who
had
protected
and
preserved
them
--
these
are
all
matters
which
need
not
to
be
told
.
I
have
said
that
they
were
truly
happy
;
and
without
strong
affection
and
humanity
of
heart
,
and
gratitude
to
that
Being
whose
code
is
Mercy
,
and
whose
great
attribute
is
Benevolence
to
all
things
that
breathe
,
happiness
can
never
be
attained
.
Within
the
altar
of
the
old
village
church
there
stands
a
white
marble
tablet
,
which
bears
as
yet
but
one
word
:
'
AGNES
.
'
There
is
no
coffin
in
that
tomb
;
and
may
it
be
many
,
many
years
,
before
another
name
is
placed
above
it
!
But
,
if
the
spirits
of
the
Dead
ever
come
back
to
earth
,
to
visit
spots
hallowed
by
the
love
--
the
love
beyond
the
grave
--
of
those
whom
they
knew
in
life
,
I
believe
that
the
shade
of
Agnes
sometimes
hovers
round
that
solemn
nook
.
I
believe
it
none
the
less
because
that
nook
is
in
a
Church
,
and
she
was
weak
and
erring
.