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ARTHUR PENDENNIS, ESQ., TO CLIVE NEW- I lips two evenings since; not indeed for the first COME, ESQ.
time in my life, but never from such a pretty lit
tle singer. Though both ladies speak our lan “ Pall Mall Gazette, Journal of Politics, Literature, and Fashion.
guage with something of the tone usually em “225, Catherine Street, Strand. Iployed by the inhabitants of the northern part of "Dear CLIVE-I regret very much for Fred Britain, their accent is exceedingly pleasant, and Bayham's sake (who has lately taken the respon- indeed by no means so strong as Mr. Binnie's sible office of Fine Arts Critic for the P. G.) | own; for Captain Mackenzie was an Englishman, that your extensive picture of the • Battle of As- for whose sake his lady modified her native Mus saye' has not found a place in the Royal Academy selburgh pronunciation. She tells many inter Exhibition. F: B. is at least fifteen shillings out esting anecdotes of him, of the West Indies, and of pocket by its rejection, as he had prepared a of the distinguished regiment of Infantry to which flaming eulogium of your work, which of course the captain belonged. Miss Rosa is a great far is so much waste paper in consequence of this vorite with her uncle, and I have had the good calainity. Never mind. Courage, my son. The fortune to make their stay in the metropolis more Duke of Wellington you know was beat back at pleasant, by sending them orders, from the Pall Seringapatam before he succeeded at Assaye. 1 Mall Gazette, for the theatres, panoramas, and hope you will fight other battles, and that fortune the principal sights in town. For pictures they in future years will be more favorable to you. do not seem to care much; they thought the The town does not talk very much of your dis- | National Gallery a dreary exhibition, and in the comfiture. You see the parliamentary debates Royal Academy could be got to admire nothing are very interesting just now, and somehow the but the picture of McCollop of McCollop, by our "Battle of Assaye does not seem to excite the friend of the like name, but they think Madame public mind.
| Tussaud's interesting exhibition of wax-work the “I have been to Fitzroy Square; both to the most delightful in London; and there I had the stables and the house. The Houyhnhm's legs happiness of introducing them to our friend Mr. are very well; the horse slipped on his side and | Frederick Bayham; who, subsequently, on comnot on his knees, and has received no sort of ing to this office with his valuable contributions injury. Not so Mr. Binnie, his ancle is much on the Fine Arts, made particular inquiries as to wrenched and inflamed. He must keep his sofa their pecuniary means, and expressed himself for many days, perhaps weeks. But you know instantly ready to bestow his hand upon the he is a very cheerful philosopher, and endures mother or daughter, provided old Mr. Binnie the evils of life with much equanimity. His sis- would make a satisfactory settlement. I got the ter has come to him. I don't know whether that ladies a box at the opera, whither they were at may be considered as a consolation of his evil or tended by Captain Goby of their regiment, godan aggravation of it. You know he uses the father to Miss, and where I had the honor of sarcastic method in his talk, and it was difficult paying them a visit. I saw your fair young to understånd from him whether he was pleased cousin, Miss Newcome, in the lobby with her or bored by the embraces of his relative. She grand-mamma, Lady Kew. Mr. Bayham with was an infant when he last beheld her, on his great eloquence pointed out to the Scotch ladies departure to India. She is now (to speak with the various distinguished characters in the house. respect) a very brisk, plump, pretty little widow; The opera delighted them; but they were ashaving, seemingly, recovered from her grief at tounded at the ballet, from which mother and the death of her husband, Captain Mackenzie, in daughter retreated in the midst of a fire of pleasthe West Indies. Mr. Binnie was just on the antries of Captain Goby. I can fancy that offs point of visiting his relatives who reside at Mus-cer at mess, and how brilliant his anecdotes must selburgh, near Edinburgh, when he met with the be when the company of ladies does not restrain fatal accident which prevented his visit to his his genial flow of humor. native shores. His account of his misfortune "Here comes Mr. Baker with the proofs. In and his lonely condition was so pathetic that case you don't see the P. G. at Galignani's, I Mrs. Mackenzie and her daughter put themselves send you an extract from Bayham's article on into the Edinburgh steamer, and rushed to con- the Royal Academy, where you will have the sole his sofa. They occupy your bedroom and benefit of his opinion on the works of some of sitting-room, which latter Mrs. Mackenzie says your friends : no longer smells of tobacco smoke, as it did when “"617. “Moses bringing Home the Gross of she took possession of your den. If you have green Spectacles.” Smith, R.A.-Perhaps poor left any papers about, any bills, any billets-doux, Goldsmith's exquisite little work has never been so I make no doubt the ladies have read every single great a favorite as in the present age. We have one of them, according to the amiable habits of here, in a work by one of our most eminent arttheir sex. The daughter is a bright little blue-ists, a homage to the genius of him “who touched eyed fair-haired lass, with a very sweet voice, in nothing which he did not adorn:" and the charm which she sings (unaided by instrumental music, ing subject is handled in the most delicious man and seated on a chair in the middle of the room) ner by Mr. Smith. The chiaroscuro is admirar the artless ballads of her native country. I had ble: the impasto is perfect. Perhaps a very the pleasure of hearing the · Bonnets of Bonny captious critic might object to the foreshortening Dundee,' and Jack of Hazeldean,' from her ruby of Moses's left leg; but where there is so much
to praise justly, the Pall-Mall Gazette does not | Where is that admirable painter? We miss his care to condemn.
| bold canvases and grand historic outline.' * *420. Our (and the public's) favorite, Brown, “I shall alter a few inaccuracies in the comR.A., treats us to a subject from the best of all position of our friend F. B., who has, as he says, stories, the tale “which laughed Spain's chivalry drawn it uncommonly mild in the above criti away,” the ever-new Don Quixote. The inci- cism.' In fact, two days since, he brought in an dent which Brown has selected is the “Don's article of quite a different tendency, of which he Attack on the Flock of Sheep;" the sheep are in retains only the two last paragraphs; but he has, Brown's best manner, painted with all his well with great magnanimity, recalled his previous obI.nown facility and brio. Mr. Brown's friendly servations; and, indeed, he knows as much about rival, Hopkins, has selected Gil Blas for an illus- pictures as some critics I could name. tration this year; and the "Robber's Cavern” is “Good-by, my dear Clive! I send my kind one of the most masterly of Hopkins's produc-est regards to your father; and think you had tions.
best see as little as possible of your bouillotte“Great Rooms. 33. “ Portrait of Cardinal | playing French friend and his friends. This ad Cospetto.” O'Gogstay, A.R:A ; and “Neigh- vice I know you will follow, as young men ab borhood of Corpodibacco-Evening—a Contadina ways follow the advice of their seniors and welland a Trasteverino dancing at the door of a Lo-wishers. I dine in Fitzroy Square to-day with canda to the music of a Pifferaro."-Since his the pretty widow and her daughter, and am, yours visit to Italy Mr. O'Gogstay seems to have given always, dear Clive,
A. P." up the scenes of Irish humor with which he used to delight us; and the romance, the poetry, the religion of “ Italia la bella" form the subjects of his pencil. The scene near Corpodibacco (we know the spot well, and have spent many a happy month in its romantic mountains) is most characteristic. Cardinal Cospetto, we must say, is a most truculent prelate, and not certainly an ornament to his church.
449, 210,311. Smee, R.A,-Portraits which & Reynolds might be proud of; a Vandyke or Claude might not disown. “Sir Brian Newcome, in the costume of a Deputy-Lieutenant.” * Major-General Sir Thomas de Boots, K.C.B.," painted for the 50th Dragoons, are triumphs, indeed, of this noble painter. Why have we no picture of the sovereign and her august consort
CHAPTER XXIII. from Smee's brush? When Charles II. picked In which WE HEAR A SOPRANO AND A CONTRALTO' up Titian's mahl-stick, he observed to a courtier, The most hospitable and polite of Colonels "A king you can always have; a genius comes would not hear of Mrs. Mackenzie and her daughbut rarely.” While we have a Smee among us, ter quitting his house when he returned to and a monarch whom we admire, may the one it, after six weeks' pleasant sojourn in Paris; be employed to transmit to posterity the beloved nor, indeed, did his fair guest show the least features of the other! We know our lucubra- anxiety or intention to go away. Mrs. Mackentions are read in high places, and respectfully in- zie had a fine merry humor of her own. She sinuate verbum sapienti.'
was an old soldier's wife, she said, and knew * * 1906. "The M.Collop of M-Collop,”—A. when her quarters were good; and I suppose, M.Collop, is a noble work of a young artist, since her honeymoon, when the captain took her who, in depicting the gallant chief of a hardy to Harrogate and. Cheltenham, stopping at the Scottish clan, has also represented a romantic first hotels, and traveling in a chaise and pair Highland landscape, in the midst of which,“ his the whole way, she had never been so well off foot upon his native heath," stands a man of as in that roomy mansion near Tottenham Court splendid symmetrical figure and great facial ad-Road. Of her mother's house at Musselburgh vantages. We shall keep our eye on Mr. M.Col- she gave a ludicrous but dismal account. “Eh, lop.
James,” she said, " I think if you had come to ** 1367. “ Oberon and Titania." Ridley.-mamma, as you threatened, you would not have This sweet and fanciful little picture draws crowds staid very long. It's a wearisome place Dr. round about it, and is one of the most charming M-Craw boards with her; and it's sermons and and delightful works of the present exhibition. psalm-singing from morning till night. My little We echo the universal opinion in declaring that Josey takes kindly to the life there, and I left her it shows not only the greatest promise, but the behind, poor little darling! It was not fair to most delicate and beautiful performance. The bring three of us to take possession of your house, Earl of Kew, we understand, bought the picture dear James ; but my poor little Rosey was just at the private view; and we congratulate the withering away there. It's good for the dear young painter heartily upon his successful début. child to see the world a little, and a kind uncle, He is, we understand, a pupil of Mr. Gandish. who is not afraid of us now he goes, us, is he?"
Kind Uncle James was not at all afraid of little when she was away. It was Mrs. Irons' belief Rosey, whose pretty face and modest manners, that Mrs. Mackenzie never intended to go away. and sweet songs, and blue eyes, cheered and She had no ideer of ladies, as were ladies, comsoothed the old bachelor. Nor was Rosey's ing into her kitchen. The maids vowed that mother less agreeable and pleasant. She had they heard Miss Rosa crying, and mamma scoldmarried the captain (it was a love-match, against ing in her bedroom, for all she was so softthe will of her parents, who had destined her to spoken. How was that jug broke, and that chair be the third wife of old Dr. M.Mull) when very smashed in the bedroom, that day there was such young. Many sorrows she had had, including a awful row up there? poverty, the captain's imprisonment for debt, and Mrs. Mackenzie played admirably, in the oldhis demise ; but she was of a gay and lightsome fashioned way, dances, reels, and Scotch and Irish spirit. She was but three-and-thirty years old, tunes, the former of which filled James Binnie's and looked five-and-twenty. She was active, soul with delectation. The good mother naturally brisk, jovial, and alert; and so good-looking, that desired that her darling should have a few good it was a wonder she had not taken a successor lessons of the piano while she was in London. to Captain Mackenzie. James Binnie cautioned Rosey was eternally strumming upon an instruhis friend the Colonel against the attractions of ment which had been taken up stairs for her the buxom syren; and laughingly would ask special practice; and the Colonel, who was alClive how he would like Mrs. Mackenzie for a ways seeking to do harmless jobs of kindness mamaw?
for his friends, bethought him of little Miss Cann, Colonel Newcome felt himself very much at the governess at Ridley's, whom he recommended ease regarding his future prospects. He was as an instructress. “ Any body whom you recomvery glad that his friend James was reconciled to mend I'm sure, dear Colonel, we shall like,” said his family, and hinted to Clive that the late Cap- Mrs. Mackenzie, who looked as black as thunder, tain Mackenzie's extravagance had been the cause and had probably intended to have Monsieur of the rupture between him and his brother-in-Quatremains or Signor Twankeydillo ; and the law, who had helped that prodigal captain re- little governess came to her pupil. Mrs. Macpeatedly during his life ; and in spite of family kenzie treated her very gruffly and haughtily at quarrels, had never ceased to act generously to first; but as soon as she heard Miss Cann play, his widowed sister and her family. “But I the widow was pacified, nay charmed. Monsieur think, Mr. Clive," said he, “that as Miss Rosa Quatremains charged a guinea for three quarters is very pretty, and you have a spare room at of an hour; while Miss Cann thankfully took five your studio, you had best take up your quarters shillings for an hour and a half; and the difference in Charlotte Street as long as the ladies are liv. of twenty lessons, for which dear Uncle James ing with us." Clive was nothing loth to be in-paid, went into Mrs. Mackenzie's pocket, and dependent ; but he showed himself to be a very thence probably on to her pretty shoulders and good home-loving youth. He walked home to head in the shape of a fine silk dress and a beaubreakfast every morning, dined often, and spent tiful French bonnet, in which Captain Goby said, the evenings with the family. Indeed, the house upon his life, she didn't look twenty.. was a great deal more cheerful for the presence The little governess trotting home after her of the two pleasant ladies. Nothing could be lesson would often look into Clive's studio in prettier than to see the two ladies tripping down Charlotte Street, where her two boys, as she stairs together, mamma's pretty arm round Rosey's called Clive and J. J., were at work each at his pretty waist. Mamma's talk was perpetually of easel. Clive used to laugh, and tell us who joked Rosey. That child was always gay, always him about the widow and her daughter, what Miss good, always happy! That darling girl woke Cann said about them. Mrs. Mack was not all with a smile on her face--it was sweet to see her ! honey it appeared. If Rosey played incorrectly, Uncle James, in his dry way, said, he dared to mamma flew at her with prodigious vehemence of say it was very pretty. “Go away, you droll, language ; and sometimes with a slap on poor dear old kind Uncle James !” Rosey's mamma Rosey's back. She must make Rosey wear tight would cry out. “ You old bachelors are wicked boots, and stamp on her little feet if they refused old things !" Uncle James used to kiss Rosey to enter into the slipper. I blush for the indiscrevery kindly and pleasantly. She was as modest, tion of Miss Cann; but she actually told J. J., that as gentle, as eager to please Colonel Newcome as mamma insisted upon lacing her so tight, as nearly any little girl could be. It was pretty to see her to choke the poor little lass. Rosey did not fight : tripping across the room with his coffee-cup; or Rosey always yielded; and the scolding over and peeling walnuts for him after dinner with her the tears dried, would come simpering down stairs white, plump little fingers.
with mamma's arm round her waist, and her pretty, Mrs. Irons, the housekeeper, naturally detested artless, happy smile for the gentlemen below. BeMrs. Mackenzie, and was jealous of her: though sides the Scottish songs without music, she sang the latter did every thing to soothe and coax the ballads at the piano very sweetly. Mamma used to governess of the two gentlemen's establishment. cry at these ditties. “That child's voice brings She praised her dinners, delighted in her puddings, tears into my eyes, Mr. Newcome," she would must beg Mrs. Irons to allow her to see one of say. “She has never known a moment's sorrow those delicious puddings made, and to write the yet! Heaven grant, Heaven grant, she may be receipt for her, that Mrs. Mackenzie might use it happy! But what shall I be when I lose her ?"
Why, my dear, when you lose Rosey, ye'll third Dragoon Guards a part of the time ; Fipley console yourself with Josey," says droll Mr. commanded them, and a very jolly time we had Binnie from the sofa, who perhaps saw the ma- Much better than the West Indies, where a felneuvre of the widow.
low's liver goes to the deuce with hot pickles and The widow laughs heartily and really. She sangaree. Mackenzie was a dev'lish wild fellow," places a handkerchief over her mouth. She whispers Captain Goby to his neighbor (the presglances at her brother with a pair of eyes full of ent biographer indeed), “and Mrs. Mack wag knowing mischief. “Ah, dear James,” she says, was as pretty a little woman as ever you set eyes* “ you don't know what it is to have a mother's on.” (Captain Goby winks, and looks peculiarly feelings.
sly as he makes this statement.) “Our regiment “I can partly understand them," says James, wasn't on your side of India, Colonel.” * Rosey, sing me that pretty little French song."! And in the interchange of such delightful reMrs. Mackenzie's attention to Clive was really marks, and with music and song the evening quite affecting. If any of his friends came to the passes away. “Since the house had been adorned bouse, she took them aside and praised Clive to by the fair presence of Mrs. Mackenzie and her then. The Colonel she adored. She had never daughter," Honeyman said, always gallant in bemet with such a man or seen such a manner. The havior and flowery in expression," it seemed as manners of the Bishop of Tobago were beautiful, if spring had visited it. Its hospitality was inand he certainly had one of the softest and finest vested with a new grace; its ever welcome little hands in the world; but not finer than Colonel réunions were doubly charming. But why did Newcome's. “Look at his foot !” (and she put did these ladies come, if they were to go away out her own, which was uncommonly pretty, and again? How-how would Mr. Binnie console suddenly withdrew it, with an arch glance meant himself (not to mention others), if they left him to represent a blush) “my shoe would fit it! in solitude ?" When we were at Coventry Island, Sir Peregrine “ We have no wish to leave my brother James Blandy, who succeeded poor dear Sir Rawdon in solitude,” eries Mrs. Mackenzie, frankly laughCrawley-I saw his dear boy was gazetted to a ing. “We like London a great deal better than lieutenant-colonelcy in the Guards last week-Sir Musselburgh.” Peregrine, who was one of the Prince of Wales's “0, that we do !” ejaculates the blushing most intimate friends, was always said to have Rosey. the finest manner and presence of any man of “And we will stay as long as ever my brother his day; and very grand and noble he was, but will keep us," continues the widow. I don't think he was equal to Colonel Newcome; “Uncle James is so kind and dear,” says I really don't think so. Do you think so, Mr. Rosey. "I hope he won't send me and mamma Honeyman? What a charming discourse that away." was last Sunday! I know there were two pair “He were a brute-a savage, if he did !" cries of eyes not dry in the church. I could not see Binnie, with glances of rapture toward the two the other people just for crying myself. O, but pretty faces. Every body liked them. Binnie reI wish we could have you at Musselburgh! Iceived their caresses very good-humoredly. The was bred a Presbyterian of course ; but in much Colonel liked every woman under the sun. Clive traveling through the world with my dear hus- laughed, and joked, and waltzed, alternately with band, I came to love his church. At home we Rosey and her mamma. The latter was the sit under Dr. McCraw, of course ; but he is so briskest partner of the two. The unsuspicious awfully long! Four hours every Sunday at widow, poor dear innocent, would leave her girl least, morning and afternoon! It nearly kills at the painting-room, and go shopping herself; poor Rosey. Did you hear her voice at your but little J. J. also worked there, being occupied church? The dear girl is delighted with the with his second picture : and he was almost the chants. Rosey, were you not delighted with the only one of Clive's friends whom the widow did chants !"
not like. She pronounced the quiet little painter If she is delighted with the chants, Honeyman a pert little obtrusive, under-bred creature.' is delighted with the chantress and her mamma. In a word, Mrs. Mackenzie was, as the phrase He dashes the fair hair from his brow : he sits is, “setting her cap” so openly at Clive, that down to the piano, and plays one or two of them, none of us could avoid seeing her play : and warbling a faint vocal accompaniment, and look- Clive laughed at her simple manæuvres as merrily ing as if he would be lifted off the screw music as the rest. She was a merry little woman. We stool, and flutter up to the ceiling. .
I gave her and her pretty daughter a luncheon in “O, it's just seraphic !” says the widow. “It's Lamb Court, Temple ; in Sibwright's chambers just the breath of incense, and the pealing of the luncheon from Dick's Coffee House--ices and organ at the Cathedral at Montreal. She was a dessert from Partington's in the Strand. Miss wee wee child. She was born on the voyage out, Rosey, Mr. Sibwright, our neighbor in Lamb and christened at sea. You remember, Goby." Court, and the Rev. Charles Honeyman sang very
“ 'Gad, I promised and vowed to teach her her delightfully after lunch; there was quite a crowd catechism ; but 'gad, I haven't,” says Captain of porters, laundresses, and boys to listen in the Goby. “We were between Montreal and Que-Court. Mr. Paley was disgusted with the noise bec for three years with the Hundredth, the Hun- we made-in fact, the party was perfectly suc- : dred and Twentieth Highlanders, and the Thirty- cessful. We all liked the widow, and if she did
set her pretty ribbons at Clive, why should not had differences with Captain Mackenzie, who she? We all liked the pretty, fresh, modest was headstrong and imprudent, and I own my Rosey. Why, even the grave old benchers in the poor dear husband was in the wrong. James Temple church, when the ladies visited it on Sun- could not live with my poor mother. Neither day, winked their revered eyes with pleasure, as could by possibility suit the other. I have often, they looked at those two uncommonly smart, I own, longed to come and keep house for him. pretty, well-dressed, fashionable women. Ladies, His home, the society he sees, of men of talents go to the Temple church. You will see more likeMr. Warrington and—and— I won't mention young men, and receive more respectful attention names, or pay compliments to a man who knows there than in any place, except perhaps at Oxford human nature so well as the author of Walter or Cambridge. Go to the Temple church—not, of Lorraine :' this house is pleasanter a thousand course, for the admiration which you will excite times than Musselburgh-pleasanter for me and and which you can not help; but because the ser- my dearest Rosey, whose delicate nature shrunk mon is excellent, the choral services beautifully and withered up in poor mamma's society. She performed, and the church so interesting as a mon was never happy except in my room, the dear ument of the thirteenth century, and as it con- cbild! She's all gentleness and affection. She tains the tombs of those dear Knights Templars! | doesn't seem to show it; but she has the most
Mrs. Mackenzie could be grave or gay, accord-wonderful appreciation of wit, of genius, and ing to her company : nor could any woman be talent of all kinds. She always hides her feelof more edifying behavior when an occasional ings, except from her fond old mother. I went Scottish friend, bringing a letter from darling up into our room yesterday, and found her in Josey, or a recommendatory letter from Josey's tears. I can't bear to see her eyes red or to grandmother, paid a visit in Fitzroy Square. think of her suffering. I asked her what ailed Little Miss Cann used to laugh and wink know her, and kissed her. She is a tender plant, Mr. ingly, saying, “You will never get back your Pendennis! Heaven knows with what care I bedroom, Mr. Clive. You may be sure that have nurtured her! She looked up smiling on Miss Josey will come in a few months; and per- my shoulder. She looked so pretty! O, mamhaps old Mrs. Binnie, only no doubt she and her ma,' the darling child said, 'I couldn't help it. daughter do not agree. But the widow has I have been crying over “Walter Lorraine !" ! taken possession of Uncle James; and she will | (Enter Rosey.) “Rosey, darling! I have been carry off somebody else if I am not mistaken. telling Mr. Pendennis what a naughty, naughty Should you like a stepmother, Mr. Clive, or child you were yesterday, and how you read a should you prefer a wife ?"
| book which I told you you shouldn't read; for it Whether the fair lady tried her wiles upon is a very wicked book; and though it contains Colonel Newcome the present writer has no cer- some sad, sad truths, it is a great deal too misantain means of ascertaining : but I think another thropic (is that the right word? I'm a poor sol image occupied his heart ;e and this Circe tempted | dier's wife, and no scholar, you know), and a him no more than a score of other enchantresses great deal too bitter; and though the Reviews who had tried their spells upon him. If she praise it, and the clever people—we are poor simtried she failed. She was a very shrewd woman, ple country peoplewe won't praise it. Sing, quite frank in her talk when such frankness dearest, that little song" (profuse kisses to Rosey) suited her. She said to me, “ Colonel Newcome | _" that pretty thing that Mr. Pendennis likes." has had some great passion, once upon a time, | “I am sure that I will sing any thing that Mr. I am sure of that, and has no more heart to Pendennis likes," says Rosey, with her candid give away. The woman who had his must have bright eyes; and she goes to the piano and warbeen a very lucky woman : though I dare say she bles Batti, Batti, with her sweet fresh artless did not value what she had; or did not live to voice. enjoy it-or-or something or other. You see! More caresses follow. Mamma is in a rapture. tragedies in some people's faces. I recollect How pretty they look-the mother and daughter when we were in Coventry Island—there was a two lilies twining together. The necessity of chaplain there-a very good man-a Mr. Bell, an entertainment at the Temple - lunch from and married to a pretty little woman who died. Dick's (as before mentioned), dessert from ParThe first day I saw him I said, “I know that man tington's, Sibwright's spoons, his boy to aid ours has had a great grief in life. I am sure that he —nay, Sib himself, and his rooms, which are so left his heart in England. You gentlemen who much more elegant than ours, and where there is write books, Mr. Pendennis, and stop at the third a piano and guitar: all these thoughts pass in volume, know very well that the real story often rapid and brilliant combination in the pleasant begins afterward. My third volume ended when Mr. Pendennis's mind. How delighted the laI was sixteen, and was married to my poor hus- dies are with the proposal! Mrs. Mackenzie band. Do you think all our adventures ended claps her pretty hands, and kisses Rosey again. then, and that we lived happy ever after ? I If osculation is a mark of love, surely Mrs. Mack live for my darling girls now. All I want is to is the best of mothers. I may say, without false see them comfortable in life. Nothing can be modesty, that our little entertainment was most more generous than my dear brother James has successful. The Champagne was iced to a nicebeen. I am only his half-sister, you know, and ty. The ladies did not perceive that our launwas an infant in arms when he went away. He dress, Mrs. Flanagan, was intoxicated very early