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"Take another situation, of course, as soon as I can get one. My

father has enough to do to keep the rest, without me. Good-by."

In a very short time Stone Court was cleared of well-brewed

Featherstones and other long-accustomed visitors. Another stranger had

been brought to settle in the neighborhood of Middlemarch, but in the

case of Mr. Rigg Featherstone there was more discontent with immediate

visible consequences than speculation as to the effect which his

presence might have in the future. No soul was prophetic enough to

have any foreboding as to what might appear on the trial of Joshua Rigg.

And here I am naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low

subject. Historical parallels are remarkably efficient in this way.

The chief objection to them is, that the diligent narrator may lack

space, or (what is often the same thing) may not be able to think of

them with any degree of particularity, though he may have a

philosophical confidence that if known they would be illustrative. It

seems an easier and shorter way to dignity, to observe that--since

there never was a true story which could not be told in parables, where

you might put a monkey for a margrave, and vice versa--whatever has

been or is to be narrated by me about low people, may be ennobled by

being considered a parable; so that if any bad habits and ugly

consequences are brought into view, the reader may have the relief of

regarding them as not more than figuratively ungenteel, and may feel

himself virtually in company with persons of some style. Thus while I

tell the truth about loobies, my reader's imagination need not be

entirely excluded from an occupation with lords; and the petty sums

which any bankrupt of high standing would be sorry to retire upon, may

be lifted to the level of high commercial transactions by the

inexpensive addition of proportional ciphers.

As to any provincial history in which the agents are all of high moral

rank, that must be of a date long posterior to the first Reform Bill,

and Peter Featherstone, you perceive, was dead and buried some months

before Lord Grey came into office.