dren,
wherein he certainly is spared from much grief, though, no doubt, Heaven
in its wisdom means our good by the trials which, through our children,
it causes us to endure. His mother-in-law," she added in one of her
letters, "has been ailing. Ever since his marriage, my poor Henry has
been the creature of these two artful women, and they rule him entirely.
Nothing, my dear daughter, is more contrary to common sense and to
Holy Scripture than this. Are we not told, Wives, be obedient to your
husbands? Had Mr. Warrington lived, I should have endeavoured to follow
up that sacred precept, holding that nothing so becomes a woman as
humility and obedience."

Presently we had a letter sealed with black, and announcing the death
of our dear good Mountain, for whom I had a hearty regret and affection,
remembering her sincere love for us as children. Harry deplored the
event in his honest way, and with tears which actually blotted his
paper. And Madam Esmond, alluding to the circumstance, said: "My late
housekeeper, Mrs. Mountain, as soon as she found her illness was fatal,
sent to me requesting a last interview on her deathbed, intending,
doubtless, to pray my forgiveness for her treachery towards me. I sent
her word that I could forgive her as a Christian, and heartily hope
(though I confess I doubt it) that she had a due sense of her crime
towards me. But our meeting, I considered, was of no use, and could
only occasion unpleasantness between us. If she repented, though at the
eleventh hour, it was not too late, and I sincerely trusted that she
was now doing so. And, would you believe her lamentable and hardened
condition? she sent me word through Dinah, my woman, whom I dispatched
to her with medicines for her soul's and her body's health, that she
had nothing to repent of as far as regarded her conduct to me, and
she wanted to be left alone! Poor Dinah distributed the medicine to my
negroes, and our people took it eagerly--whilst Mrs. Mountain, left to
herself, succumbed to the fever. Oh, the perversity of human kind! This
poor creature was too proud to take my remedies, and is now beyond the
reach of cure and physicians. You tell me your little Miles is subject
to fits of cholic. My remedy, and I will beg you to let me know if
effectual, is," etc. etc.--and here followed the prescription, which
thou didst not take, O my son, my heir, and my pride! because thy fond
mother had her mother's favourite powder, on which in his