rges against him. And there was joy among the Lamberts,
in consequence of the lad's acquittal--something, doubtless, of that
pleasure, which is felt by higher natures than ours, at the recovery of
sinners. Never had the little family been so happy--no, not even when
they got the news of Brother Tom winning his scholarship--as when
Colonel Wolfe rode over with the account of the conversation which he
had with Harry Warrington. "Hadst thou brought me a regiment, James,
I think I should not have been better pleased," said Mr. Lambert. Mrs.
Lambert called to her daughters who were in the garden, and kissed
them both when they came in, and cried out the good news to them. Hetty
jumped for joy, and Theo performed some uncommonly brilliant operations
upon the harpsichord that night; and when Dr. Boyle came in for his
backgammon, he could not, at first, account for the illumination in all
their faces, until the three ladies, in a happy chorus, told him how
right he had been in his sermon, and how dreadfully they had wronged
that poor dear, good young Mr. Warrington.

"What shall we do, my dear?" says the Colonel to his wife. "The hay is
in, the corn won't be cut for a fortnight,--the horses have nothing to
do. Suppose we..." And here he leans over the table and whispers in her
ear.

"My dearest Martin! The very thing!" cries Mrs. Lambert, taking her
husband's hand and pressing it.

"What's the very thing, mother?" cries young Charley, who is home for
his Bartlemytide holidays.

"The very thing is to go to supper. Come, Doctor! We will have a bottle
of wine to-night, and drink repentance to all who think evil."

"Amen," says the Doctor; "with all my heart!" And with this the worthy
family went to their supper.

CHAPTER XXX. Contains a Letter to Virginia

Having repaired one day to his accustomed dinner at the White Horse
ordinary, Mr. Warrington was pleased to see amongst the faces round the
table the jolly, good-looking countenance of Parson Sampson, who was
regaling the company when Harry entered, with stories and bons-mots,
which kept them in roars of laughter. Though he had not been in London
for some months, the parson had the latest London news, or what passed
for such with the folks at the ordinary: what was doing in the King's
house at Kensington; and what in the Duke's in Pall Mall: how Mr. Byng
was behaving in prison, and who came to him: what were the odds at
Newmarket, and who was the last reigning to