ces, and several sorts of pudding, for dessert. Then for
drink, there were wine, and mead, purl, and Burton ale.

Well! it is all over now, and Fanny is gone. There will never be four
of us any more. There seems to me something very sad about it. Poor
dear Fanny, I hope she will be happy!

"I dare guess she will, in her way," says my Aunt Kezia. "She does not
keep a large cup for her happiness. 'Tis all the easier to fill when
you don't; but a deal more will go in when you do. There are advantages
and disadvantages on each side of most things in this world."

"Is there any advantage, Aunt Kezia, in my having just pricked my finger
shockingly?"

"Yes, Cary. Learn to be more careful in future."

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Note 1. The white ribbon, like the white cockade, distinguished a
Jacobite; the red ribbon and the black cockade were Hanoverian.

Note 2. A variety of silk then fashionable.

CHAPTER FIVE.

LEAVING THE NEST.

"I've kept old ways, and loved old friends,
Till, one by one, they've slipped away;
Stand where we will, cling as we like,
There's none but God can be our stay.
'Tis only by our hold on Him
We keep a hold on those who pass
Out of our sight across the seas,
Or underneath the churchyard grass."

ISABELLA FYVIE MAYO.

Carlisle, April the 5th, 1744 or 5.
I really feel that I must put a date to my writing now, when this is the
first time of my going out into the great world. I have never been
beyond Carlisle before, and now I am going, first into a new country,
and then to London itself, if all go well.

News came last night, just before we started, that my Lord Orford is
dead--he that was Sir Robert Walpole, and the Elector's Prime Minister.
Father says his death is a good thing for the country, for it gives more
hope that the King may come by his own. I don't know what would happen
if he did. I suppose it would not make much difference to us. Indeed,
I rather wish things would not happen, for the things that happen are so
often disagreeable ones. I said so this evening, and Mr Keith smiled,
and answered, "You are young to have reached that conviction, Miss
Caroline."

"Oh, rubbish!" said Angus. "Only old women talk so!"

"Angus, will you please tell me," said I, "whether young men have
generally more sense than old women?"

"Of course they have!" replied he.