and-will you put some coals on the fire, my dear; and will you pick this dress of mine, and alter it, you who can do it so well?' So this old philanthropist used to make her equal run of her errands, execute her millinery, and read her to sleep with French novels, every night.

At this time, as some old readers may recollect, the genteel world had been thrown into a considerable state of excitement, by two events, which, as the papers say, might give employment to the gentlemen of the long robe. Ensign Shafton had run away with Lady Barbara Fitzurse, the Earl of Bruin's daughter and heiress; and poor Vere Vane, a gentleman who, up to forty, had maintained a most respectable character and reared a numerous family, suddenly and outrageously left his home, for the sake of Mrs. Rougemont, the actress, who was sixty-five years of age.

That was the most beautiful part of dear Lord Nelson's character,' Miss Crawley said. He went to the deuce for a woman. There must be good in a man who will do that. I adore all imprudent matches.-What I like best, is for a nobleman to marry a miller's daughter as Lord Flowerdale did it makes all the women so angry-I wish some great man would run away with you, my dear; I'm sure you're pretty enough.'

'Two postboys!-Oh, it would be delightful!' Rebecca owned.

'And what I like next best, is, for a poor fellow to run away with a rich girl. I have set my heart on Rawdon running away with some one.'..

A rich someone, or a poor someone?'

'Why, you goose! Rawdon has not a shilling but what I give him. He is criblé de dettes-he must repair his fortunes, and succeed in the world.'

'Is he very clever?' Rebecca asked.

Clever, my love ?-not an idea in the world beyond his horses, and his regiment, and his hunting, and his play; but he must succeed-he's so delightfully wicked. Don't you know he has hit a man, and shot an injured father through the hat only ? He's adored in his regiment; and all the young men at Wattier's and the "Cocoa-Tree swear by him.' 2

When Miss Rebecca Sharp wrote to her beloved friend the account of the little ball at Queen's Crawley, and the manner

in which, for the first time, Captain Crawley had distinguished her, she did not, strange to relate, give an altogether accurate account of the transaction. The captain had distinguished her a great number of times before. The captain had met her in a half-score of walks. The captain had lighted upon her in a half-hundred of corridors and passages. The captain had hung over her piano twenty times of an evening (my lady was now upstairs, being ill, and nobody heeded her), as Miss Sharp sang. The captain had written her notes (the best that the great blundering dragoon could devise and spell; but dullness gets on as well as any other quality with women). But when he put the first of the notes into the leaves of the song she was singing, the little governess, rising and looking him steadily in the face, took up the triangular missive daintily, and waved it about as if it were a cocked hat, and she, advancing to the enemy, popped the note into the fire, and made him a very low curtsy, and went back to her place, and began to sing away again more merrily than ever.

What's that?' said Miss Crawley, interrupted in her after-dinner doze by the stoppage of the music.

'It's a false note,' Miss Sharp said, with a laugh; and Rawdon Crawley fumed with rage and mortification. . Seeing the evident partiality of Miss Crawley for the new governess, how good it was of Mrs. Bute Crawley not to be jealous, and to welcome the young lady to the Rectory, and not only her, but Rawdon Crawley, her husband's rival in the Old Maid's five per cents! They became very fond of each other's society, Mrs. Crawley and her nephew. He gave up hunting: he declined entertainments at Fuddleston he would not dine with the mess of the dépôt at Mudbury his great pleasure was to stroll over to Crawley parsonage whither Miss Crawley came too; and as their mamma was ill, why not the children with Miss Sharp? So the children (little dears!) came with Miss Sharp; and of an evening some of the party would walk back together. Not Miss Crawley-she preferred her carriage-but the walk over the Rectory fields, and in at the little park wicket, and through the dark plantation, and up the chequered avenue to Queen's Crawley, was charming in the moonlight to two such lovers of the picturesque as the captain and Miss Rebecca.

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turning her twinkling green eyes up towards them. myself almost a spirit when I gaze upon them.'

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Oh-ah-Gad-yes, so do I exactly, Miss Sharp,' th other enthusiast replied. You don't mind my cigar, i you, Miss Sharp?' Miss Sharp loved the smell of a cig out of doors beyond everything in the world-and she ju tasted one too, in the prettiest way possible, and ga a little puff, and a little scream, and a little giggle, an restored the delicacy to the captain; who twirled h moustache, and straightway puffed it into a blaze th glowed quite red in the dark plantation, and swore-' Jo -aw- -Gad-aw-it's the finest segaw I ever smoked in th world-aw,'-for his intellect and conversation were alik brilliant and becoming to a heavy young dragoon.

Old Sir Pitt, who was taking his pipe and beer, and talkin to John Horrocks about a ship' that was to be killed espied the pair so occupied from his study-window, and with dreadful oaths swore that if it wasn't for Miss Crawley he'd take Rawdon and bundle un out of doors, like a rogue as he was.

'He be a bad 'n, sure enough,' Mr. Horrocks remarked ' and his man Flethers is wuss, and have made such a row in the housekeeper's room about the dinners and hale as no lord would make-but I think Miss Sharp's a match for 'n, Sir Pitt,' he added, after a pause.

And so, in truth, she was-for father and son too.

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CHAPTER XII

QUITE A SENTIMENTAL CHAPTER

ATENT 890E must now take leave of Arcadia, and those amiable people practising the rural virtues there, and travel back to London, to inquire what has become of Miss Amelia.

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'We don't care a fig for her,' writes some unknown correspondent with a pretty little handwriting and a pink seal to her note. She is fade and insipid,' and adds some more kind remarks in this strain, which I should never have repeated at all, but that they are in truth prodigiously complimentary to the

young lady whom they concern.

Has the beloved reader, in his experience of society, never heard similar remarks by good-natured female friends; who always wonder what you can see in Miss Smith that is so fascinating; or what could induce Major Jones to propose for that silly insignificant simpering Miss Thompson, who has nothing but her wax-doll face to recommend her? What is there in a pair of pink cheeks and blue eyes, forsooth? these dear moralists ask, and hint wisely that the gifts of genius, the accomplishments of the mind, the mastery of Mangnall's Questions, and a ladylike knowledge of botany and geology, the knack of making poetry, the power of rattling sonatas in the Herz-manner, and so forth, are far more valuable endowments for a female, than those fugitive charms which a few years will inevitably tarnish. It is quite edifying to hear women speculate upon the worthlessness and the duration of beauty.

But though virtue is a much finer thing, and those hapless creatures who suffer under the misfortune of good looks ought to be continually put in mind of the fate which awaits them; and though, very likely, the heroic female character which ladies admire is a more glorious and beautiful object than the kind, fresh, smiling, artless, tender little domestic

goddess, whom men are inclined to worship-yet the latter and inferior sort of women must have this consolation-that the men do admire them after all; and that, in spite of al our kind friends' warnings and protests, we go on in ou desperate error and folly, and shall to the end of the chapter Indeed, for my own part, though I have been repeatedly told by persons for whom I have the greatest respect that Miss Brown is an insignificant chit, and Mrs. White has nothing but her petit minois chiffonné, and Mrs. Black has not a word to say for herself; yet I know that I have had the most delightful conversations with Mrs. Black (of course, my dear madam, they are inviolable): I see all the men in a cluster round Mrs. White's chair: all the young fellows battling to dance with Miss Brown; and so I am tempted to think that to be despised by her sex is a very great compliment to a woman.

The young ladies in Amelia's society did this for her very satisfactorily. For instance, there was scarcely any point upon which the Miss Osbornes, George's sisters, and the Mesdemoiselles Dobbin agreed so well as in their estimate of her very trifling merits: and their wonder that their brothers could find any charms in her. We are kind to her,' the Misses Osborne said, a pair of fine black-browed young ladies who had had the best of governesses, masters, and milliners; and they treated her with such extreme kindness and condescension, and patronized her so insufferably, that the poor little thing was in fact perfectly dumb in their presence, and to all outward appearance as stupid as they thought her. She made efforts to like them, as in duty bound, and as sisters of her future husband. She passed long mornings' with them-the most dreary and serious of forenoons. She drove out solemnly in their great family coach with them, and Miss Wirt their governess, that raw-boned Vestal. They took her to the ancient concerts by way of a treat, and to the oratorio, and to St. Paul's to see the charity children, where in such terror was she of her friends, she almost did not dare be affected by the hymn the children sang. Their house was comfortable; their papa's table rich and handsome; their society solemn and genteel; their self-respect prodigious; they had the best pew at the Foundling; all their habits were pompous and orderly, and all their amusements intolerably dull and decorous. After every one of her visits