t.

"'But I am not a girl of any spirit, dear mother!' says Theodosia, still
in gremio patris. I do not remember that this habit of caressing
was frequent in my own youth," continues Jack. "But after some more
discourse, Brother Warrington! bethought me of you, and left my parents
insisting upon Theodosia returning to bed. The late transactions have,
it appears, weakened and agitated her much. I myself have experienced,
in my own case, how full of solliciti timoris is a certain passion; how
it racks the spirits; and I make no doubt, if carried far enough, or
indulged to the extent to which women who have little philosophy will
permit it to go--I make no doubt, I say, is ultimately injurious to the
health. My service to you, brother!"

From grief to hope, how rapid the change was! What a flood of happiness
poured into my soul, and glowed in my whole being! Landlord, more port!
Would honest Jack have drunk a binful I would have treated him; and,
to say truth, Jack's sympathy was large in this case, and it had been
generous all day. I decline to score the bottles of port: and place
to the fabulous computations of interested waiters, the amount scored
against me in the reckoning. Jack was my dearest, best of brothers.
My friendship for him I swore should be eternal. If I could do him any
service, were it a bishopric, by George! he should have it. He says I
was interrupted by the watchman rhapsodising verses beneath the loved
one's window. I know not. I know I awoke joyfully and rapturously, in
spite of a racking headache the next morning.

Nor did I know the extent of my happiness quite, or the entire
conversion of my dear noble enemy of the previous morning. It must
have been galling to the pride of an elder man to have to yield to
representations and objections couched in language so little dutiful as
that I had used towards Mr. Lambert. But the true Christian gentleman,
retiring from his talk with me, mortified and wounded by my asperity of
remonstrance, as well as by the pain which he saw his beloved daughter
suffer, went thoughtfully and sadly to his business, as he subsequently
told me, and in the afternoon (as his custom not unfrequently was) into
a church which was open for prayers. And it was here, on his knees,
submitting his case in the quarter whither he frequently, though
privately, came for guidance and comfort, that it seemed to him that his
child was right in her persistent fidelity to me, and himself wron