delicate girl, tripping with an orderly but light step to do the
behests of those she loved; but a sober, diligent, affectionate matron,
zealous in the discharge of her duty, patient in supporting pain,
whether of mind or body; a sincere Christian, a kind mistress, a gentle
daughter, a wise mother, but, above all, a devoted, trusting wife, still
looking upon Robin--her Robin, as the English Solomon,--a system we
advise all wives to follow--when they can. The manner in which this
truly pious woman yielded to all her husband's whims was almost
marvellous--one of the miracles of that miracle-worker--LOVE! With the
simple, yet discriminating tact, of itself a gift from nature, which no
earthly power can either bestow or teach, she understood the wishes of
Robin almost before he was himself acquainted with his own thoughts. And
had she been on her death-bed, that excellent creature could have
declared before Him, to whom all things are known, that "God and her
husband" had been her true heart's motto.

Even Robin's weaknesses were hallowed, if not cherished things--she
innocently catered to his personal vanity, for she really loved to see
him well appointed; and she avoided every thing bordering on gaiety of
dress, manner, or society, because she felt that jealousy was one of his
infirmities; thus by never arousing his evil passions, their very
existence was forgotten, and the violent, capricious Ranger would have
been hardly recognized (except by his very intimates), as the
self-satisfied, and somewhat important manager of Sir Walter Cecil's
estates.

As Robin and Barbara drew near their father and the children, they
perceived a Cavalier well mounted, and attended by two serving men, also
on horseback, winding along the hill path, or road, as it was called;
and the younger dog--by the way a daughter of our old acquaintance
Blanche--gave notice to the little mariners of the approach, by
bristling her silken hair and rounding her flapping ears, while she
barked long and loudly at the unusual arrival.

The Buccaneer shaded his eyes with his hand and looked out. Robin jerked
his hat a little more on one side, while Barbara drew the Flanders lace
of her silken hood more closely round her face.

"It is a Court Cavalier," exclaimed _Master Hays_, as he was
respectfully termed by his associates, "with two attendants and a dog;
beshrew me! but a noble dog from foreign parts; some friend of our kind
master is that gentleman. One