pointed to the living of
Ballynolan, in a safe and quiet part of the country, not many miles from
Drumgooran Castle."

"That you know my dear Charles, is his own family seat."

"I know, my love, it is; however, to proceed--from Drumgooran Castle;
so that I will once more enjoy the pleasure of having you near me.. The
living is worth about five hundred a-year, after paying two curates and
all other claims; so that, with frugality and moderation, you may
live comfortably at least. Ah! my dear Maria, you knew the avenue to
grandpapa's affections, when you called your eldest son after him.
Present him with the enclosed, in my name, and tell Mr. Temple that
he shall have a communication from me in a few days--it will be one
of business; and I trust soon to have the pleasure of making his
acquaintance.

"I am, my dear Maria, your ever affectionate grandfather,

"TAVNIMORE."

The enclosure alluded to was a bank post-bill for two hundred pounds.
It is unnecessary, however, to dwell upon the happiness which this
communication conferred upon Mrs. Temple and her affectionate family.
She saw her accomplished and amiable husband's brilliant talents and
many rare virtues, about to be rewarded--she saw poverty, distress, and
famine driven from their hearth--she saw her beloved children about
to be placed in circumstances not unbecoming their birth; and, having
contemplated all this, she wept once more with a sense of happiness, as
pure as it was unexpected.

Breakfast was now over--a plain and severely frugal one, by the way, it
was--and her husband was about to proceed to Lisnisgola, in order to get
the bank post-bill changed, when, from the parlor where they sat, he saw
the _Cannie Soogah_ approaching the hall-door, the huge pack, as usual,
on his shoulder.

"Here, my love, comes that benevolent pedlar," he exclaimed, "whose
conduct, on the occasion you mentioned, was at once so delicate and
generous."

He then stepped to the window, and raised it as our friend approached,
who, on seeing him, put his hand to his hat, exclaiming, "Many happy
returns of the saison, sir, to you and your family! My Christmas-box on
you!"

"I thank you, my friend," replied Mr. Temple, "and I sincerely wish you
the same."

Mrs. Temple now approached also, bent her head kindly and
condescendingly, in token of salutation, with a blush which she could
not prevent. The worthy pedlar perfectly understood the blush--a
circumstance by which he was