e that of affection, was carried on between them. Harry never would
venture to meddle with George's books, and would sit as dumb as a mouse
at the lodgings whilst his brother was studying. They removed presently
from the Court end of the town, Madame de Bernstein pishing and
pshaing at their change of residence. But George took a great fancy to
frequenting Sir Hans Sloane's new reading-room and museum, just set
up in Montagu House, and he took cheerful lodgings in Southampton Row,
Bloomsbury, looking over the delightful fields towards Hampstead, at the
back of the Duke of Bedford's gardens. And Lord Wrotham's family coming
to Mayfair, and Mr. Lambert having business which detained him in
London, had to change his house, too, and engaged furnished apartments
in Soho, not very far off from the dwelling of our young men; and it
was, as we have said, with the Lamberts that Harry, night after night,
took refuge.

George was with them often, too; and, as the acquaintance ripened, he
frequented their house with increasing assiduity, finding their company
more to his taste than that of Aunt Bernstein's polite circle of
gamblers, than Sir Miles Warrington's port and mutton, or the daily
noise and clatter of the coffee-houses. And as he and the Lambert ladies
were alike strangers in London, they partook of its pleasures together,
and, no doubt, went to Vauxhall and Ranelagh, to Marybone Gardens, and
the play, and the Tower, and wherever else there was honest amusement to
be had in those days. Martin Lambert loved that his children should
have all the innocent pleasure which he could procure for them, and Mr.
George, who was of a most generous, open-handed disposition, liked to
treat his friends likewise, especially those who had been so admirably
kind to his brother.

With all the passion of his heart Mr. Warrington loved a play. He had
never enjoyed this amusement in Virginia, and only once or twice at
Quebec, when he visited Canada; and when he came to London, where the
two houses were in their full glory, I believe he thought he never could
have enough of the delightful entertainment. Anything he liked himself,
he naturally wished to share amongst his companions. No wonder that he
was eager to take his friends to the theatre, and we may be sure our
young countryfolks were not unwilling. Shall it be Drury Lane or Covent
Garden, ladies? There was Garrick and Shakspeare at Drury Lane. Well,
will it be believed, the ladies wanted