sate down at his
brother's place, and produced a composition in which he introduced the
longest words, the grandest Latin quotations, and the most profound
satire of which the youthful scribe was master. He desired that his
negro boy, Sady, should be set free; that his Horace, a choice of his
books, and, if possible, a suitable provision should be made for his
affectionate tutor, Mr. Dempster; that his silver fruit-knife, his
music-books, and harpsichord, should be given to little Fanny Mountain;
and that his brother should take a lock of his hair, and wear it in
memory of his ever fond and faithfully attached George. And he sealed
the document with the seal of arms that his grandfather had worn.

"The watch, of course, will be yours," said George, taking out his
grandfather's gold watch, and looking at it. "Why, two hours and a-half
are gone! 'Tis time that Sady should be back with the pistols. Take the
watch, Harry dear."

"It's no good!" cried out Harry, flinging his arms round his brother.
"If he fights you, I'll fight him, too. If he kills my Georgy, ---- him,
he shall have a shot at me!" and the poor lad uttered more than one of
those expressions, which are said peculiarly to affect recording angels,
who have to take them down at celestial chanceries.

Meanwhile, General Braddock's new aide-de-camp had written five letters
in his large resolute hand, and sealed them with his seal. One was to
his mother, at Mount Vernon; one to his brother; one was addressed M. C.
only; and one to his Excellency, Major-General Braddock. "And one, young
gentleman, is for your mother, Madam Esmond," said the boys' informant.

Again the recording angel had to fly off with a violent expression,
which parted from the lips of George Warrington. The chancery previously
mentioned was crowded with such cases, and the messengers must have been
for ever on the wing. But I fear for young George and his oath there was
no excuse; for it was an execration uttered from a heart full of hatred,
and rage, and jealousy.

It was the landlord of the tavern who communicated these facts to the
young men. The Captain had put on his old militia uniform to do honour
to the occasion, and informed the boys that the Colonel was walking up
and down the garden a-waiting for 'em, and that the Reg'lars was a'most
sober, too, by this time.

A plot of ground near the Captain's log-house had been enclosed with
shingles, and cleared for a kitchen-garden; there i