, girls, you'll skip over all the poems I have marked with a
cross. A rare poet! and to think you should see one of his heroines!
'Fondness prevailed, mamma gave way' (she always will, Mrs. Lambert!)--

'Fondness prevailed, mamma gave way,
Kitty at heart's desire
Obtained the chariot for a day,
And set the world on fire!'"

"I am sure it must have been very inflammable," says mamma.

"So it was, my dear, twenty years ago, much more inflammable than it is
now," remarks the Colonel.

"Nonsense, Mr. Lambert," is mamma's answer.

"Look, look!" cries Hetty, running forward and pointing to the little
square, and the covered gallery, where was the door leading to Madame
Bernstein's apartments, and round which stood a crowd of street urchins,
idlers, and yokels, watching the company.

"It's Harry Warrington!" exclaims Theo, waving a handkerchief to the
young Virginian: but Warrington did not see Miss Lambert. The Virginian
was walking arm-in-arm with a portly clergyman in a crisp rustling silk
gown, and the two went into Madame de Bernstein's door.

"I heard him preach a most admirable sermon here last Sunday," says Mr.
Wolfe; "a little theatrical, but most striking and eloquent."

"You seem to be here most Sundays, James," says Mrs. Lambert.

"And Monday, and soon till Saturday," adds the Colonel. "See, Harry has
beautified himself already, hath his hair in buckle, and I have no doubt
is going to the drum too."

"I had rather sit quiet generally of a Saturday evening," says sober Mr.
Wolfe; "at any rate, away from card-playing and scandal; but I own, dear
Mrs. Lambert, I am under orders. Shall I go across the way and send Mr.
Warrington to you?"

"No, let him have his sport. We shall see him to-morrow. He won't care
to be disturbed amidst his fine folks by us country-people," said meek
Mrs. Lambert.

"I am glad he is with a clergyman who preaches so well," says Theo,
softly; and her eyes seemed to say, You see, good people, he is not so
bad as you thought him, and as I, for my part, never believed him to be.
"The clergyman has a very kind, handsome face."

"Here comes a greater clergyman," cries Mr. Wolfe. "It is my Lord of
Salisbury, with his blue ribbon, and a chaplain behind him."

"And whom a mercy's name have we here?" breaks in Mrs. Lambert, as a
sedan-chair, covered with gilding, topped with no less than five earl's
coronets, carried by bearers in richly laced clothes, and precede