n he."

"So I think I should, if I had been allowed to try. But he can do a
thousand things better than me, or anybody else in the world. Why didn't
he let me volunteer on Braddock's expedition? I might have got knocked
on the head, and then I should have been pretty much as useful as I
am now, and then I shouldn't have ruined myself, and brought people to
point at me and say that I had disgraced the name of Warrington. Why
mayn't I go on this expedition, and volunteer like Sir John Armytage?
Oh, Hetty! I'm a miserable fellow--that's what I am," and the miserable
fellow paced the room at double quick time. "I wish I had never come to
Europe," he groaned out.

"What a compliment to us! Thank you, Harry!" But presently, on an
appealing look from the gentleman, she added, "Are you--are you thinking
of going home?"

"And have all Virginia jeering at me! There's not a gentleman there
that wouldn't, except one, and him my mother doesn't like. I should
be ashamed to go home now, I think. You don't know my mother, Hetty. I
ain't afraid of most things; but, somehow, I am of her. What shall I say
to her, when she says, 'Harry, where's your patrimony?' 'Spent, mother,'
I shall have to say. 'What have you done with it?' 'Wasted it, mother,
and went to prison after.' 'Who took you out of prison?' 'Brother
George, ma'am, he took me out of prison; and now I'm come back,
having done no good for myself, with no profession, no prospects, no
nothing--only to look after negroes, and be scolded at home; or to go to
sleep at sermons; or to play at cards, and drink, and fight cocks at the
taverns about.' How can I look the gentlemen of the country in the face?
I'm ashamed to go home in this way, I say. I must and will do something!
What shall I do, Hetty? Ah! what shall I do?"

"Do? What did Mr. Wolfe do at Louisbourg? Ill as he was, and in love as
we knew him to be, he didn't stop to be nursed by his mother, Harry, or
to dawdle with his sweetheart. He went on the King's service, and hath
come back covered with honour. If there is to be another great campaign
in America, papa says he is sure of a great command."

"I wish he would take me with him, and that a ball would knock me on the
head and finish me," groaned Harry. "You speak to me, Hetty, as though
it were my fault that I am not in the army, when you know I would
give--give, forsooth, what have I to give?--yes! my life to go on
service!"

"Life indeed!" says Miss Hetty, with a sh