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1. Who Will Be The New Bishop?
In the latter days of July in the year 185-, a most important question was for ten days
hourly asked in the cathedral city of Barchester, and answered every hour in various
ways--Who was to be the new Bishop?
The death of old Dr Grantly, who had for many years filled the chair with meek authority,
took place exactly as the ministry of Lord - was going to give place to that Lord -. The
illness of the good old man was long and lingering, and it became at last a matter of
intense interest to those concerned whether the new appointment should be made by a
conservative or liberal government.
Bishop Grantly died as he had lived, peaceably, slowly, without pain and without
excitement. The breath ebbed from him almost imperceptibly, and for a month before
his death, it was a question whether he was alive or dead.
A trying time was this for the archdeacon, for whom was designed the reversion of his
father's see by those who then had the giving away of episcopal thrones. I would not be
understood to say that the prime minister had in so many words promised the bishopric
to Dr Grantly. He was too discreet a man for that. There is a proverb with reference to
the killing of cats, and those who know anything either of high or low government
places, will be well aware that a promise may be made without positive words, and that
an expectant may be put into the highest state of encouragement, though the great man
on whose breath he hangs may have done no more than whisper that 'Mr So-and-so is
certainly a rising man.'
Such a whisper had been made, and was known by those who heard it to signify that
the cures of the diocese of Barchester should not be taken out of the hands of the
archdeacon. The then prime minister was all in all at Oxford, and had lately passed a
night at the house of the master of Lazarus. Now the master of Lazarus--which is, by
the bye, in many respects the most comfortable, as well as the richest college at
Oxford,--was the archdeacon's most intimate friend and most trusted counsellor. On the
occasion of the prime minister's visit, Dr Grantly was of course present, and the meeting
was very gracious. On the following morning Dr Gwynne, the master, told the
archdeacon that in his opinion the matter was settled.
At this time the bishop was quite on his last legs; but the ministry was also tottering. Dr
Grantly returned from Oxford happy and elated, to resume his place in the palace, and
to continue to perform for the father the last duties of a son; which, to give him his due,
he performed with more tender care than was to be expected from his usual somewhat