praised as much as ever Becky chose to the society of Mr. Joseph), and then the praise him, and indeed brought the conversation round to the Dobbin subject a score of times every day.

Means were easily found to win the favor of Georgy and the servants. Amelia's maid, it has been said, was heart and soul in favor of the generous major. Having at first disliked Becky for being the means of dismissing him from the presence of her mistress, she was reconciled to Mrs. Crawley subsequently, because the latter became William's most ardent admirer and champion. And in these mighty conclaves in which the two ladies indulged after their parties, and while Miss Payne was "brushing their 'airs," as she called the yellow locks of the one, and the soft brown tresses of the other, this girl always put in her word for that dear good gentleman, Major Dobbin. Her advocacy did not make Amelia angry any more than Rebecca's admiration of him. She made George write to him constantly, and persisted in sending mamma's kind love in a postscript. And as she looked at her husband's portrait of nights, it no longer reproached her-perhaps she reproached it, now William was gone.

mother and son used to talk about the major in a way which even made the boy smile. She told him that she thought Major William was the best man in all the world; the gentlest and the kindest, the bravest, and the humblest. Over and over again, she told him how they owed every thing which they possessed in the world to that kind friend's benevolent care of them; how he had befriended them all through their poverty and misfortunes; watched over them when nobody cared for them; how all his comrades admired him, though he never spoke of his own gallant actions; how Georgy's father trusted him beyond all other men, and had been constantly befriended by the good William. "Why, when your papa was a little boy," she said, "he often told me that it was William who defended him against a tyrant at the school where they were; and their friendship never ceased from that day until the last, when your dear father fell."

"Did Dobbin kill the man who killed papa ?" Georgy said. "I'm sure he did, or he would if he could have caught him; would'nt he, mother? When I'm in the army won't I hate the French ?-that's all."

Emmy was not very happy after her heroic sacrifice. She was very distraite, nerv- In such colloquies the mother and the ous, silent, and ill to please. The family child passed a great deal of their time tohad never known her so peevish. She gether. The artless woman had made a grew pale and ill. She used to try and sing confidant of the boy. He was as much certain songs, ("Einsam bin ich nicht al- William's friend as every body else who leine," was one of them: that tender love- knew him well. song of Weber's, which, in old-fashioned days, young ladies, and when you were scarcely born, showed that those who lived before you knew too how to love and to sing);-certain songs, I say, to which the major was partial; and as she warbled them in the twilight in the drawing-room, she would break off in the midst of the song, and walk into her neighboring apartment, and there, no doubt, take refuge in the miniature of her husband.

Some books still subsisted, after Dobbin's departure, with his name written in them; a German Dictionary, for instance, with "William Dobbin -th Reg.," in the flyleaf; a guide-book with his initials, and one or two other volumes which belonged to the major. Emmy cleared these away and put them on the drawers, where she placed her work-box, her desk, her Bible, and Prayer-book, under the pictures of the two Georges. And the major, on going away, having left his gloves behind him, it is a fact that Georgy, rummaging his mother's desk sometime afterward, found the gloves neatly folded up, and put away in what they call the secret drawers of the desk.

Not caring for society, and moping there a great deal, Emmy's chief pleasure in the summer evenings was to take long walks with Georgy (during which Rebecca was left to

By the way, Mrs. Becky not to be behind-hand in sentiment, had got a miniature too hanging up in her room, to the surprise and amusement of most people, and the delight of the original, who was no other than our friend Jos. On her first coming to favor the Sedleys with a visit, the little woman who had arrived with a remarkably small, shabby kit, was perhaps ashamed of the meanness of her trunks and band-boxes, and often spoke with great respect about her baggage left behind at Leipzig, which she must have from that city. When a traveler talks to you perpetually about the splendor of his luggage, which he does not happen to have with him; my son, beware of that traveler! He is, ten to one, an impostor.

Neither Jos nor Emmy knew this important maxim. It seemed to them of no consequence whether Becky had a quantity of very fine clothes in invisible trunks; but as her present supply was exceedingly shabby, Emmy supplied her out of her own stores, or took her to the best milliner in the town, and there fitted her out. It was no more torn collars now, I promise you, and faded silks trailing off at the shoulder. Becky changed her habits with her situation in life-the rouge-pot was suspended-another excitement to which she had accustomed

herself was also put aside, or at least only regiment. Gravesend, June 20th. -The indulged in in privacy; as when she was Ramchunder East Indiaman, came into the prevailed on by Jos of a summer evening, river this morning, having on board 14 offiEmmy and the boy being absent on their cers, and 132 rank and file of this gallant walks, to take a little spirit-and-water. But corps. They have been absent from Enif she did not indulge-the courier did: that gland 14 years, having been embarked the rascal Kirsch could not be kept from the year after Waterloo, in which glorious conbottle; nor could he tell how much he took flict they took an active part, and having when he applied to it. He was sometimes subsequently distinguished themselves in the surprised himself at the way in which Mr. Burmese war. The veteran colonel, Sir Sedley's cognac diminished. Well, well; Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., with his lady and this is a painful subject. Becky did not, sister, landed here yesterday, with Captains very likely, indulge so much as she used Posky, Stubble, Macraw, Malony; Lieutenbefore she entered a decorous family. ants Smith, Jones, Thompson, F. Thompson; Ensigns Hicks and Grady: the band on the pier playing the national anthem, and the crowd loudly cheering the gallant veter

At last the much bragged-about boxes arrived from Leipzig :--three of them, not by any means large or splendid; nor did Becky appear to take out any sort of dress-ans as they went into Wayte's hotel, where es or ornaments from the boxes when they did arrive. But out of one which contained a mass of her papers (it was that very box which Rawdon Crawley had ransacked in his furious hunt for Becky's concealed money), she took a picture with great glee, which she pinned up in her room, and to which she introduced Jos. It was the portrait of a gentleman in pencil, his face having the advantage of being painted up in pink. announcement-Major Dobbin had joined He was riding on an elephant away from some cocoa-nut trees, and a pagoda: it was an Eastern scene.

God bless my soul, it is my portrait," Jos cried out. It was he indeed, blooming in youth and beauty, in a nankeen jacket of the cut of 1804. It was the old picture that used to hang up in Russell-square.

a sumptuous banquet was provided for the defenders of Old England. During the repast, which we need not say was served up in Wayte's best style, the cheering continued so enthusiastically, that Lady O'Dowd and the colonel came forward to the balcony, and drank the healths of their fellow-countrymen in a bumper of Wayte's best claret." On a second occasion, Jos read a brief

the th regiment at Chatham; and subsequently he promulgated accounts of the presentations at the drawing-room of Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., lady O'Dowd (by Mrs. Molloy Malony, of Ballymalony), and Miss Glorvina O'Dowd (by Lady O'Dowd). Almost directly after this, Dobbin's name appeared among the lieu

I bought it," said Becky, in a voice trem-tenant colonels-for old Marshal Tiptoff had bling with emotion; "I went to see if I could be of any use to my kind friends. I have never parted with that picture-1 never will."

"Won't you?" Jos cried, with a look of unutterable rapture and satisfaction. "Did you really, now, value it for my sake?"

"You know I did, well enough," said Becky; but why speak-why think-why look back? It is too late now!"

died during the passage of the -th from Madras, and the sovereign was pleased to advance Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd to the rank of major-general on his return to England, with an intimation that he should be colonel of the distinguished regiment which he had so long commanded.

Amelia had been made aware of some of these movements. The correspondence between George and his guardian had not ceased by any means. William had even

written once or twice to her since his de

That evening's conversation was delicious for Jos. Emmy only came in to go to bed very tired and unwell. Jos and his fair guest had a charming tête-à-tête, and his sis-parture, but in a manner so unconstrainedly ter could hear, as she lay awake in her adjoining chamber, Rebecca singing over to Jos the old songs of 1815. He did not sleep, for a wonder, that night, any more than Amelia.

|cold, tha the poor woman felt now in her turn that she had lost her power over him, and that, as he had said, he was free. He had left her, and she was wretched. The memory of his almost countless services, and lofty and affectionate regard, now presented itself to her, and rebuked her day and night. She brooded over those recollections, according to her wont; saw the purity and beauty of the affection with which she had trifled, and reproached herself for having flung away such a treasure.

It was gone, indeed. William had spent it all out. He loved her no more, he thought,. as he had loved her. He never could again

His interesting patient, Jos, was a regular milch cow to the doctor, and he easily persuaded the civilian, both for his own health's sake and that of his charming sister, which was really very much shattered, to pass the summer at that hideous seaport town. Emmy did not care where she went much Georgy jumped at the idea of a move. As for Becky, she came, as a matter of course, in the fourth place inside of the fine barouche Mr. Jos had bought-the two domestics being on the box in front. She might have some misgivings about the friends whom she should meet there, and who might be likely to tell ugly stories-but bah! she was strong enough to hold her own. She had cast such an anchor in Jos now as would require a strong storm to shake. That incident of the picture had finished him. Becky took down her elephant, and put it into the little box which she had had from Amelia ever so many years ago. Emmy also came off with her lares-her two pictures-and the party, finally, were lodged in an exceedingly dear and uncomfortable house at Ostend.

That sort of regard, which he had proffered to her for so many faithful years, can't be flung down and shattered, and mended so as to show no scars. The little heedless tyrant had so destroyed it. No. William thought again and again, "It was myself I deluded, and persisted in cajoling; had she been worthy of the love I gave her, she would have returned it long ago. It was a fond mistake. Isn't the whole course of life made up of such? and suppose I had won her, should I not have been disenchanted the day after my victory? Why pine, or be ashamed of my defeat?" The more he thought of this long passage of his life, the more clearly he saw his deception. I'll go into harness again," he said, "and do my duty in that state of life in which it has pleased Heaven to place me. I will see that the buttons of the recruits are properly bright, and that the sergeants make no mistakes in their accounts. I will dine at mess, and listen to the Scotch surgeon telling his stories. When I am old and broke, I will go on half pay, and my old sisters shall scold I have geliebt and gelebet,' as the There Amelia began to take baths, and girl in Wallenstein says. I am done. Pay get what good she could from them, and the bills, and get me a cigar; find out what though scores of people of Becky's acquaintthere is at the play to-night, Francis; to-ance passed her and cut her, yet Mrs. Osmorrow we cross by the Batavier.'" He made the above speech, whereof Francis only heard the last two lines, pacing up and down the Boompjes at Rotterdam. The "Batavier” was lying in the basin. He could see the place on the quarter-deck, where he and Emmy had sate on the happy voyage out. What had that little Mrs. Crawley to say to him? Pshaw! to-morrow we will put to sea, and return to England, home, and duty!

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borne, who walked about with her, and who knew nobody, was not aware of the treatment experienced by the friend whom she had chosen so judiciously as a companion; indeed, Becky never thought fit to tell her what was passing under her innocent eyes.

into Mrs. Osborne's drawing-room, which they perfumed with their coats and mustaches, called Jos "old buck," and invaded his dinner-table, and laughed and drank for long hours there.

Some of Mrs. Rawdon Crawley's acquaintances, however, acknowledged her readily enough—perhaps more readily than she would have desired. Among these were Major Loder (unattached), Captain Rook (late of the Rifles), who might be seen any After June, all the little court society of day at the Dyke, smoking and staring at the Pumpernickel used to separate, according to women, and who speedily got an introducthe German plan, and make for a hundred tion to the hospitable board and select circle watering-places, where they drank at the of Mr. Joseph Sedley. In fact, they would wells, rode upon donkeys, gambled at the take no denial; they burst into the house redoutes-if they had money and a mind-whether Becky was at home or not, walked rushed, with hundreds of their kind, to gormandize at the tables d'hôte, and idled away the summer. The English diplomatists went off to Toplitz and Kissengen, their French rivals shut up their chancellerie, and whisked away to their darling Boulevard de Gand. The transparent reigning family took, too, to the waters, or retired to their hunting-lodges. Every body went away having any pretensions to politeness, and, of course, with them, Doctor Von Glauber, the court-doctor, and his baroness. The seasons for the baths were the most productive periods of the doctor's practice-he united business with pleasure, and his chief place of resort was Ostend, which is much frequented by Germans, and where the doctor treated himself and his spouse to what he called a "dib" in the sea.

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What can they mean?" asked Georgy, who did not like these gentlemen. "I heard the major say to Mrs. Crawley yesterday— No, no, Becky, you shan't keep the old buck to yourself. We must have the bones in, or, damme, I'll split.' What could the major mean, ma ?"

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Major! don't call him major!" Emmy said. "I'm sure I can't tell what he meant.' His presence and that of his friend inspired the little lady with intolerable terror and aversion. They paid her tipsy compliments; they leered at her over the dinner-table. And the captain made her advances that