The Old Curiosity Shop


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Chapter XXXVIII  
Kit - for it happens at this juncture, not only that we have breathing  
time to follow his fortunes, but that the necessities of these  
adventures so adapt themselves to our ease and inclination as to call  
upon us imperatively to pursue the track we most desire to take - Kit,  
while the matters treated of in the last fifteen chapters were yet in  
progress, was, as the reader may suppose, gradually familiarising  
himself more and more with Mr and Mrs Garland, Mr Abel, the pony,  
and Barbara, and gradually coming to consider them one and all as  
his particular private friends, and Abel Cottage, Finchley, as his own  
proper home.  
Stay - the words are written, and may go, but if they convey any  
notion that Kit, in the plentiful board and comfortable lodging of his  
new abode, began to think slightingly of the poor fare and furniture of  
his old dwelling, they do their office badly and commit injustice. Who  
so mindful of those he left at home - albeit they were but a mother  
and two young babies - as Kit? What boastful father in the fulness of  
his heart ever related such wonders of his infant prodigy, as Kit never  
wearied of telling Barbara in the evening time, concerning little Jacob?  
Was there ever such a mother as Kit's mother, on her son's showing;  
or was there ever such comfort in poverty as in the poverty of Kit's  
family, if any correct judgment might be arrived at, from his own  
glowing account!  
And let me linger in this place, for an instant, to remark that if ever  
household affections and loves are graceful things, they are graceful in  
the poor. The ties that bind the wealthy and the proud to home may  
be forged on earth, but those which link the poor man to his humble  
hearth are of the truer metal and bear the stamp of Heaven. The man  
of high descent may love the halls and lands of his inheritance as part  
of himself: as trophies of his birth and power; his associations with  
them are associations of pride and wealth and triumph; the poor  
man's attachment to the tenements he holds, which strangers have  
held before, and may to-morrow occupy again, has a worthier root,  
struck deep into a purer soil. His household gods are of flesh and  
blood, with no alloy of silver, gold, or precious stone; he has no  
property but in the affections of his own heart; and when they endear  
bare floors and walls, despite of rags and toil and scanty fare, that  
man has his love of home from God, and his rude hut becomes a  
solemn place.  
Oh! if those who rule the destinies of nations would but remember  
this - if they would but think how hard it is for the very poor to have  
engendered in their hearts, that love of home from which all domestic  
virtues spring, when they live in dense and squalid masses where  
social decency is lost, or rather never found - if they would but turn  


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