d waistcoat,
would sit dumb before the splendid Harry in his ruffles and laces,
talking of March and Chesterfield, Selwyn and Bolingbroke, and the whole
company of macaronis. Mamma began to love Harry more and more as a son.
She was anxious about the spiritual welfare of those poor Indians, of
those poor negroes in Virginia. What could she do to help dear Madam
Esmond (a precious woman, she knew!) in the good work? She had a serious
butler and housekeeper: they were delighted with the spiritual behaviour
and sweet musical gifts of Gumbo.

"Ah! Harry, Harry! you have been a sad wild boy! Why did you not come
sooner to us, sir, and not lose your time amongst the spendthrifts and
the vain world? But 'tis not yet too late. We must reclaim thee, dear
Harry! Mustn't we, Sir Miles? Mustn't we Dora? Mustn't we, Flora?"

The three ladies all look up to the ceiling. They will reclaim the dear
prodigal. It is which shall reclaim him most. Dora sits by and watches
Flora. As for mamma when the girls are away, she talks to him more and
more seriously, more and more tenderly. She will be a mother to him in
the absence of his own admirable parent. She gives him a hymn-book.
She kisses him on the forehead. She is actuated by the purest love,
tenderness, religious regard, towards her dear, wayward, wild, amiable
nephew.

Whilst these sentimentalities were going on, it is to be presumed that
Mr. Warrington kept his own counsel about his affairs out-of-doors,
which we have seen were in the very worst condition. He who had been
favoured by fortune for so many weeks was suddenly deserted by her, and
a few days had served to kick down all his heap of winnings. Do we say
that my Lord Castlewood, his own kinsman, had dealt unfairly by the
young Virginian, and in the course of a couple of afternoons' closet
practice had robbed him? We would insinuate nothing so disrespectful to
his lordship's character; but he had won from Harry every shilling which
properly belonged to him, and would have played him for his reversions,
but that the young man flung up his hands when he saw himself so
far beaten, and declared that he must continue the battle no more.
Remembering that there still remained a spar out of the wreck, as
it were--that portion which he had set aside for poor Sampson--Harry
ventured it at the gaming-table; but that last resource went down along
with the rest of Harry's possessions, and Fortune fluttered off in the
storm, leaving the l