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ractory members of the profession to reason； the protest was faint and brief。 The remodelled procession started； with a chimney…sweep driving the hearse……advised by the regular driver； who was perched beside him； under close inspection； for the purpose……and with a pieman； also attended by his cabinet minister； driving the mourning coach。 A bear…leader； a popular street character of the time； was impressed as an additional ornament； before the cavalcade had gone far down the Strand； and his bear； who was black and very mangy； gave quite an Undertaking air to that part of the procession in which he walked。
Thus； with beer…drinking； pipe…smoking； song…roaring； and infinite caricaturing of woe； the disorderly procession went its way； recruiting at every step； and all the shops shutting up before it。 Its destination was the old church of Saint Pancras； far off in the fields。 It got there in course of time； insisted on pouring into the burial…ground； finally； acplished the interment of the deceased Roger Cly in its own way； and highly to its own satisfaction。
The dead man disposed of； and the crowd being under the necessity of providing some other entertainment for itself； another brighter genius （or perhaps the same） conceived the humour of impeaching casual passersby； as Old Bailey spies； and wreaking vengeance on them。 Chase was given to some scores of inoffensive persons who had never been near the Old Bailey in their lives； in the realisation of this fancy； and they were roughly hustled and maltreated。 The transition to the sport of window…breaking； and thence to the plundering of public…houses； was easy and natural。 At last； after several hours； when sundry summerhouses had been pulled dow and some area…railings had been torn up； to arm the more belligerent spirits； a rumour got about that the Guards we ing。 Before this rumour； the crowd gradually melted away； and perhaps the Guards came； and perhaps they never came； and this was the usual progress of a mob。
Mr。 Cruncher did not assist at the closing sports； hut had remained behind in the churchyard； to confer and condole with the undertakers。 The place had a soothing influence on him。 He procured a pipe from a neighbouring public house； and smoked it； looking in at the railings and maturely considering the spot。
‘Jerry；' said Mr。 Cruncher； apostrophising himself in his usual way； ‘you see that there Cly that day； and you see with your own eyes that he was a young ‘un and a straight made ‘un。'
Having smoked his pipe out； and ruminated a little longer； he turned himself about； that he might appear； before the hour of closing； on his station at Tellson's。 Whether his meditations on mortality had touched his liver； or whether his general health had been previously at all amiss； or whether he desired to show a little attention to an eminent man； is not so much to the purpose； as that he made a short call upon his medical adviser……a distinguished surgeon……on his way back。
Young Jerry relieved his father with dutiful interest； and reported No job in his absence。 The bank closed； the ancient clerks came Out； the usual watch was set； and Mr。 Cruncher and his son went home to tea。
‘Now； I tell you where it is！' said Mr。 Cruncher to his wife； on entering。 ‘If； as a honest tradesman； my wenturs goes wrong tonight； I shall make sure that you've been praying again me； and I shall work you for it just the same as if I seen you do it。'
The dejected Mrs。 Cruncher shook her head。
‘Why； you're at it afore my face！' said Mr。 Cruncher； with signs of angry apprehension。
‘I am saying nothing。'
‘Well； then； don't meditate nothing。 You might as well meditate。 You may as well go again me one way as another。 Drop it altogether。'
‘Yes Jerry。'
‘Yes； Jerry；' repeated Mr。 Cruncher； sitting down to tea。 ‘Ah！ It is yes； Jerry。 That's about it。 You may say yes； Jerry。'
Mr。 Cruncher had no particular meaning in these sulky corroborations； but made use of them； as people not unfrequently do； to express general ironical dissatisfaction。
‘You and your yes； Jerry；' said Mr。 Cruncher； taking a bite out of his bread…and…butter； and seeming to help it down with a large invisible oyster out of his saucer。 ‘Ah！ I think so。 I believe you。'
‘You are going out to…night？' asked his decent wife； when he took another bite。
‘Yes； I am。'
‘May I go with you； father？' asked his son； briskly。
‘No； you mayn't。 I'm a going……as your mother knows……a fishing。 That's where I'm going to。 Going a fishing。'
‘Your fishing rod gets rather rusty； don't it； father？'
‘Never you mind。'
‘Shall you bring any fish home； father？'
‘If I don't； you'll have short mons； tomorrow；' returned that gentleman； shaking his head； ‘that's questions enough for you； I ain't a going out； till you've been long a…bed。'
He devoted himself during the remainder of the evening to keeping a most vigilant watch on Mrs。 Cruncher； and sullenly holding her in conversation that she might be prevented from meditating any petitions to his disadvantage。 With this view； he urged his son to hold her in conversation also； and led the unfortunate woman a hard life by dwelling on any causes of plaint lie could bring against her； rather than he would leave her for a moment to her own reflections。 The devoutest person could have rendered no greater homage to the efficacy of an honest prayer than he did in this distrust of his Mile。 It was as if a professed unbeliever in ghosts should be frightened by a ghost story。
‘And mind you！' said Mr。 Cruncher。 ‘No games tomorrow！ If I； as a honest tradesman； succeed in providing a jinte of meat or two； none of your not touching of it； and sticking to bread。 If I； as a honest tradesman； am able to provide a little beer； none of your declaring on water。 When you go to Rome； do as Rome does。 Rome will be a ugly customer to you； if you don't。 ‘I'm your Rome； you know。'
Then he began grumbling again：
‘With your flying into the face of your own wittles and drink！ I don't know how scarce you mayn't make the wittles and drink here； by your flopping tricks and your unfeeling conduct。 Look at your boy： he is your'n； ain't he？ He's as thin as a lath。 Do you call yourself a mother； and not know that a mother's first duty is to blow her boy out？'
This touched Young Jerry on a tender place； who adjured his mother to perform her first duty； and； whatever else she did or neglected； above all things to lay especial stress on the discharge of that maternal function so affectingly and delicately indicated by his other parent。
Thus the evening wore away with the Cruncher family； until Young Jerry was ordered to bed； and his mother； laid under similar injunctions； obeyed them。 Mr。 Cruncher beguiled the earlier watches of the night with solitary pipes； and did not start upon his excursion until nearly one o'clock。 Towards that small and ghostly hour； he rose up from his chair； took a key out of his pocket； opened a locked cupboard； and brought forth a sack； a crowbar of convenient size； a rope and chain； and other fishing tackle of that nature。 Disposing these articles about him in skilful manner； he bestowed a parting defiance on Mrs。 Cruncher； extinguished the light； and went out。
Young Jerry； who had only made a feint of undressing when he went to bed； was not long after his father。 Under cover of the darkness he followed out of the room； followed down the stairs； followed down the court； followed out into the streets。 He was in no uneasiness concerning his getting into the house again； for it was full of lodgers； and the door stood ajar all night。
Impelled by a laudable ambition to study the art and mystery of his father's honest calling； Young Jerry； keeping as close to house…fronts； walls； and doorways； as his eyes were close to one another； held his honoured parent in view。 The honoured parent steering Northward； had not gone far； when he was joined by another disciple of Izaak Walton； and the two trudged on together。
Within half an hour from the first starting； they were beyond the winking lamps； and the more than winking watchmen； and were out upon a lonely road。 Another fisherman was Picked up here……and that so silently； that if Young Jerry had been superstitious； he might have supposed the second follower of the gentle craft to have； all of a sudden； split himself in two。
The three went on； and Young Jerry went on； until the three stopped under a bank overhanging the road。 Upon the top of the bank was a low brick wall； surmounted by an iron railing。 In the shadow of bank and wall the three turned out of the road； and up a blind lane； of which the wall……there； risen to some eight or ten feet high……formed one side。 Crouching down in a corner； peeping up the lane； the next object that Young Jerry saw； was the form of his honoured parent； pretty well defined against a watery and clouded moon； nimbly scaling an iron gate。 He was soon over； and then the second fisherman got over； and then the third。 They all dropped softly on the ground within the gate； and lay there a little……listening perhaps。 Then； they moved away on their hands and knees。
It was now Young Jerry's turn to approach the gate： which he did； holding his breath。 Crouching down again in a corner there； and looking in； he made out the three fishermen creeping through some