"Such a Sunday-school as you will have, Cary! such collections as you will get! such a day-school as you and Shirley, and Miss Ainley, will have to manage between you! The mill shall find salaries for a master and mistress, and the Squire or the Clothier shall give a treat once a quarter."
She mutely offered a kiss, an offer taken unfair advantage of, to the extortion of about a hundred kisses.
"Extravagant day-dreams!" said Moore, with a sigh and smile, "yet perhaps we may realize some of them. Meantime, the dew is falling: Mrs. Moore, I shall take you in."
It is August: the bells clash out again, not only through Yorkshire but through England: from Spain, the voice of a trumpet has sounded long: it now waxes louder and louder; it proclaims Salamanca won. This night is Briarfield to be illuminated. On this day the Fieldhead tenantry dine together; the Hollow's mill work-people will be assembled for a like festal purpose; the schools have a grand treat. This morning there were two marriages solemnized in Briarfield church,—Louis Gérard Moore, Esq. late of Antwerp, to Shirley, daughter of the late Charles Cave Keeldar, Esq. of Fieldhead: Robert Gérard Moore, Esq. of Hollow's mill, to Caroline, niece of the Rev. Mathewson Helston, M.A., Rector of Briarfield.
The ceremony, in the first instance, was performed by Mr. Helstone; Hiram Yorke, Esq. of Briarmains, giving the bride away. In the second instance, Mr.
