"The Story of our Lives from Year to Year."—SHAKESPEARE. ALL THE YEAR ROUND. A Weekly Journal. CONDUCTED BY CHARLES DICKENS. WITH WHICH IS INCORPORATED HOUSEHOLD WORDS. VOLUME X. FROM AUGUST 29, 1863, To FEBRUARY 6, 1864. Including No. 227 to No. 250. LONDON: PUBLISHED AT No. 26, WELLINGTON STREET; 1864. Mirage, The 225 Roman Toilette, A 308 Thebes, Tombs of the Kings of 81 Mocking Bird in London. 300 Romances of the Scaffold. 297 Tipping the Teapot 190 Model Cottages. 18 Rooks and Herons 136 Titbull's Alms-Houses 205 Monotonous" Sensation" 406 Rottingdean 495 Toads and Frogs, The Use of . 201 Monsieur Cassecruche's Inspi- Russian Prisoners for Siberia. 325 Tomb, Dinner in a 81 ration 561 Russian Prisons. 519 Too Hard upon my Aunt. 381 Mop Alley, New Orleans 285 Russian Punishments 325 Toulon, Dockyard Prisoners 372 Mortality in India 103 Trifles from Ceylon 402 Musical Physiognomies 444 SACKVILLE, Lord, at Minden 544 Nile and its Noble Savages 468 Settled Among the Maoris 309 At Titbull's Alms-Houses 205 Nile, Source of the 468 Seward, Mr., of the United Union is Strength Shadowy Misgivings. Shanghai 419 VERY HARD CASH, a Story. Overland Indirect Route. 302 Shop Side of Art 374 25, 49, 73, 97, 121, 145, 169, 193, 217, Siberia, Prisoners for 326 Silent Highway-men 234 241, 265, 289, 313, 337, 361, 385, 409 150 Palmistry 345 Slang 179 447 Paris Picture Auctions 44 Soldier, Enlisting 283 Vivier, The Horn-Player Parish Relief 156 Soldiers in India 106 Pawnbrokers' Gazette 58 South Coast, The 494 Watching at the Gate 372 Pic-Nic in Germany 214 Starting for Siberia $25 Wonderful Men. 210 Picture Sales 374 Stone Nigger, Story of the Workhouse, A 156 Plant Signatures 557 Story, Aboard the Eveleen FAREWELL to the Holy Lands 467 Popular Names of British Story of Italian Brigands 473 Florimel 491 Poultry Shows 276 Story, The Cardinal's Walking- God's Acre 156 Prince Napoleon in America 69 Stick 498 King and Queen 228 Ravens 136 Siege of Ravenna ALL THE YEAR ROUND. A WEEKLY JOURNAL. CONDUCTED BY CHARLES DICKENS. WITH WHICH IS INCORPORATED HOUSEHOLD WORDS. No. 227.] SATURDAY, AUGUST 29, 1863. VERY HARD CASH. BY THE AUTHOR OF "IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND." CHAPTER XXXII. THE spirit of dissension in Musgrove Cottage penetrated to the very kitchen. Old Betty sided with Alfred, and combated in her place the creed of the parlour; "Why, according to Miss, the young sparrows are bound never to fly out of the nest; or else have the Bible flung at 'em. She do go on about God's will: seems to me 'tis His will the world should be peopled by body and beast-which they are both his creatures-and, by the same toaken, if they don't marry they does wus. Certainly whilst a young man bides at home, it behoves him to be dutiful; but that ain't to say he is to bide at home for ever. Master Alfred's time is come to leave we, and be master in a house of his own, as his father done before him, which he forgets that now; he is grown to man's estate, and got his mother's money, and no more bound to our master than I be." She said too, that "parting blights more quarrels than it breeds:" and she constantly invited Peggy to speak up, and gainsay her. But Peggy was a young woman with white eyelashes, and given to looking down, and not to speaking up; she was always watching Mr. Hardie in company, like a cat cream; and hovering about him when alone. Betty went so far as to accuse her of colloguing with him against Alfred, and of "setting her cap at master," which accusation elicited no direct reply, but stinging inuendoes hours after. Now, if one looks into the thing, the elements of discord had attacked Albion Villa quite as powerfully as Musgrove Cottage; but had hitherto failed signally: the mutual affection of the Dodds was so complete, and no unprincipled person among them to split the good." And, now that the wedding drew near, there was but one joyful heart within the walls, though the others were too kind and unselfish to throw cold water. Mrs. Dodd's own wedding had ended in a piteous separation, and now to part with her darling child and launch her on the uncertain waves of matrimony! She heaved many a sigh when alone: but, as there were no bounds to her maternal love, so there were no exceptions to her politeness: over her aching heart she forced on a wedding face, subdued, but hopeful, for her daughter, as she would for any [PRICE 2d. Fifty pounds? what for? who wants that ?" Oh, if you want it-what to do, please ?" Why to buy her wedding clothes, dear." "I thought what her 'I' would come to," said Julia, reproachfully. Edward shook his head, and said, "He who goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing. "But she is not a he," objected Mrs. Dodd with the subtlety of a schoolman: "and who ever heard of a young lady being married without some things to be married in?" "Well, I've heard Nudity is not the cheese, on public occasions: but why not go dressed like a lady as she always does, only with white gloves; and be married without any bother and nonsense." "You talk like a boy," said Mrs. Dodd. “I could not bear it. My poor child!" and she cast a look of tenderest pity on the proposed victim. "Well, suppose we make the poor child the judge," suggested Edward. He then put it to Julia whether, under the circumstances, she would wish them to run in debt, buying her finery to wear for a day. "It was not fair to ask her," said Mrs. Dodd with a sigh. Julia blushed and hesitated, and said she would be candid; and then stopped. "Ugh!" ejaculated Edward. "This is a bad beginning, Girls' candour! now for a masterpiece of duplicity." Julia inquired how he dared; and Mrs. Dodd said warmly that Julia was not like other people, she could be candid; had actually done it, more than once, within her recollection. The young lady justified the exception as follows: "If I was going to be married to myself, or to some gentleman I did not care for, I would not spend a shilling. But I am going to marry him; and so-oh, Edward, think of them saying 'what has he married? a dowdy: why she hadn't new things on to go to church with him: no bonnet, no wreath, no new white dress!' To mortify him the very first day of oursentence remained unfinished, but two lovely eyes filled to the very brim without running The |