to us, was plunged in grief about her loss; and vowed
that the world did not contain such another woman. Our dear old General,
who was still in life then, took him in and housed him, as he had done
in the happy early days. The women played him the very same tunes which
he had heard when a boy at Oakhurst. Everybody's heart was very soft
with old recollections, and Harry never tired of pouring out his griefs
and his recitals of his wife's virtues to Het, and anon of talking
fondly about his dear Aunt Lambert, whom he loved with all his heart,
and whose praises, you may be sure, were welcome to the faithful old
husband, out of whose thoughts his wife's memory was never, I believe,
absent for any three waking minutes of the day.

General Hal went to Paris as an American General Officer in his blue and
yellow (which Mr. Fox and other gentlemen had brought into fashion here
likewise), and was made much of at Versailles, although he was presented
by Monsieur le Marquis de Lafayette to the Most Christian King and
Queen, who did not love Monsieur le Marquis. And I believe a Marquise
took a fancy to the Virginian General, and would have married him out of
hand, had he not resisted, and fled back to England and Warrington and
Bury again, especially to the latter place, where the folks would listen
to him as he talked about his late wife, with an endless patience and
sympathy. As for us, who had known the poor paragon, we were civil, but
not quite so enthusiastic regarding her, and rather puzzled sometimes to
answer our children's questions about Uncle Hal's angel wife.

The two Generals and myself, and Captain Miles, and Parson Blake (who
was knocked over at Monmouth, the year after I left America, and came
home to change his coat, and take my living), used to fight the battles
of the Revolution over our bottle; and the parson used to cry, "By
Jupiter, General" (he compounded for Jupiter, when he laid down his
military habit), "you are the Tory, and Sir George is the Whig! He is
always finding fault with our leaders, and you are for ever standing
up for them; and when I prayed for the King last Sunday, I heard you
following me quite loud."

"And so I do, Blake, with all my heart; I can't forget I wore his coat,"
says Hal.

"Ah, if Wolfe had been alive for twenty years more!" says Lambert.

"Ah, sir," cries Hal, "you should hear the General talk about him!"

"What General?" says I (to vex him).

"My General," says Hal, sta