respects to dear General Lambert and ladies? and if any accident should
happen, I know you will take care of poor Gumbo as belonging to my
dearest best George's most affectionate brother, HENRY E. WARRINGTON.

"P.S.--Love to all at home when you write, including Dempster, Mountain,
and Fanny M. and all the people, and duty to my honoured mother, wishing
I had pleased her better. And if I said anything unkind to dear Miss
Hester Lambert, I know she will forgive me, and pray God bless all.--H.
E. W."

"To G. Esmond Warrington, Esq., at Mr. Scrace's House in Southampton
Row, Opposite Bedford House Gardens, London."

He has not read the last words with a very steady voice. Mr. Lambert
sits silent, though not a little moved. Theo and her mother look at one
another; but Hetty remains with a cold face and a stricken heart. She
thinks, "He is gone to danger, perhaps to death, and it was I sent him!"

CHAPTER LXIV. In which Harry lives to fight another Day

The trusty Gumbo could not console himself for the departure of his
beloved master: at least, to judge from his tears and howls on first
hearing the news of Mr. Harry's enlistment, you would have thought
the negro's heart must break at the separation. No wonder he went for
sympathy to the maid-servants at Mr. Lambert's lodgings. Wherever that
dusky youth was, he sought comfort in the society of females. Their fair
and tender bosoms knew how to feel pity for the poor African, and
the darkness of Gumbo's complexion was no more repulsive to them than
Othello's to Desdemona. I believe Europe has never been so squeamish
in regard to Africa, as a certain other respected Quarter. Nay, some
Africans--witness the Chevalier de St. Georges, for instance--have been
notorious favourites with the fair sex.

So, in his humbler walk, was Mr. Gumbo. The Lambert servants wept freely
in his company; the maids kindly considered him not only as Mr. Harry's
man, but their brother. Hetty could not help laughing when she found
Gumbo roaring because his master had gone a volumteer, as he called it,
and had not taken him. He was ready to save Master Harry's life any day,
and would have done it and had himself cut in twenty thousand hundred
pieces for Master Harry, that he would! Meanwhile, Nature must be
supported, and he condescended to fortify her by large supplies of beer
and cold meat in the kitchen. That he was greedy, idle, and told lies,
is certain; but yet Hetty gave him half