It was discovered also that he was the author of that great musical work, _Harding's Church Music_,--and a new edition was spoken of, though, I believe, never printed.

It is, however, certain that the work was introduced into the Royal Chapel at St.James's, and that a long criticism appeared in the "Musical Scrutator," declaring that in no previous work of the kind had so much research been joined with such exalted musical ability, and asserting that the name of Harding would henceforward be known wherever the arts were cultivated, or religion valued.
This was high praise, and I will not deny that Mr.Harding was gratified by such flattery; for if Mr.Harding was vain on any subject, it was on that of music.

But here the matter rested.

The second edition, if printed, was never purchased; the copies which had been introduced into the Royal Chapel disappeared again, and were laid by in peace, with a load of similar literature.

Mr.Towers of "The Jupiter" and his brethren occupied themselves with other names, and the undying fame promised to our friend was clearly intended to be posthumous.
Mr.Harding had spent much of his time with his friend the bishop; much with his daughter Mrs.Bold, now, alas, a widow; and had almost daily visited the wretched remnant of his former subjects, the few surviving bedesmen now left at Hiram's Hospital.