LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Class »M-.,= •^yt*^;^^ pt i#^ THE VIEGINIANS A TALE OF THE LAST CENTURY. BY W. M. THACKEEAY, 4 AUTHOR OP "ESMOND," "VANITY FAIR," "THE NEWCOMES," ETC. ETC. vTbrT OF THE UNIVERSITY ■ LONDON: SMITH, ELDER & CO., 15, WATERLOO PLACE. 1870. \- I y TO SIR HENEY DAVISON, CHIEF JUSTICE OF MADRAS, [f^i^ts iSoolt 10 Insctitietr AN AFFECTIONATE OLD FRIEND. London, September 7, 1859. &4-l^ CONTENTS. ^AP. PAOS l.-i:» WHICH ONE OP THE YIRGINIA-NS VISITS HOMS . • • . 1 S. -IN WHICH HARRY HAS TO PAY FOR HIS SUPPER , , . . 9 3. — THE ESM0Nj3o IN VIRGINIA , , . 18 4.— IN WHICH HARRY FINDS A NEW RELATIVE . • • , . 24 5. — FAMILY JARS 29 6. — THE VIRGINIANS BEGIN TO SEE THE WORLD . , • , . 39 7. — PREPARATIONS FOR WAR 45 8.— IN WHICH GEORGE SUFFERS FROM A COMMON DISEASE . . . 52 9. — HOSPITALITIES hi 10. — A HOT AFTERNOON ^Q 11. — WHEREIN THE TWO GEORGES PREPARE FOR BLOOD . • . 75 12. — NEWS FROM THE CAMP ......... 79 13.— PROFITLESS QUEST 86 14. — HARRY IN ENGLAND . , , 93 15. — A SUNDAY AT CASTLEWOOD 97 16. — IN WHICH GUMBO SHOWS SKILL WITH THE OLD ENGLISH WEAPON . 10 i 17.— ON THE SCENT 112 18. — AN OLD STORY 119 19.— CONTAINING BOTH LOVE AND LUCK . , • • . .126 20. — FACILIS DESCENSUS 131 21. — SAMARITANS . • • S • . 141 22. — IN HOSPITAL . . , . ♦ 148 23. — HOLYDAYS • • . . 156 24. — FROM OAKHDRST TO TUNBRIDGE 162 25. — NEW ACQUAINTANCES 1C9 26. — IN WHICH WE ARE AT A VERY GREAT DISTANCE FROM OAKHURST . 176 27.— PLENUM OPUS ALE^ 186 28. — THE WAT OF THE WORLD . 192 COXTEXTS. CHAP. PAOB 29. — IN WHICH HARRY CONTINUES TO ENJOY OXIUM SINE D'.GNITATE . 193 ' 30. — CONTAINS A LETTER TO VIRGINIA 201 31. — THE BEAR AND THE LEADER , 208 32. — IN WHICH A FAMILY COACH IS ORDERED 219 33. — CONTAINS A SOLILOQUY BY HESTER 227 34. — IN WHICH MR. WARRINGTON TREATS THE COMPANY WITH TEA AND A BALL 233 35.— ENTANGLEMENTS 24? 36. — WHICH SEEMS TO MEAN MISCHIEF ...•.., 24p 37. — IK WHICH VARIOUS MATCHES ARE FOUGHT , . . , , 25'J 33.— SAMPSON AND THE PHILISTINES ' , 262 39. — HARRY TO TnE RESCUE . 270 40. — IN WHICH HARRY PAYS OFF AN OLD DEBT AND Ii!d, remarking that we ought to be thankful to Heaven for its mercies, he procc*ried presently to business by asking particulars relative to cargo and passengers. Franks was a pleasant man, who loved a joke. " We have," says he, ■*'but yonder ugly nesro boy, who is fetching the trunks, and a passenger T,-ho has the state cabin to himself." Mr. Trail looked as if he would have preferred more mercies from Ueavui. " Confound you, Franlis, and your luck ! The Duke William, THE YIRGIXIANS. which came in last week, brought fourteen, and she is not half of our tonnage. "And this passenger, who has the whole cabin, don't pay nothin'," continued the Captain. ** Swear now, it will do you good, Mr. Trail, indeed it will. I have tried the medicine." "A passenger take the whole cabin and not pay? Gracious mercy, are you a fool, Captain Franks ?" *' Ask the passenger himself, for here he comes." And, as the master spoke, a young man of some nineteen years of age, came up the hatchway. He had a cloak and a sword under his arm, and was dressed in deep mourning, and called out, ''Gumbo, you idiot, why don't you fetch the baggage out of the cabin ? Well, shipmate, our journey is ended. You will see all the little folks to-night whom you have been talking about. Give my love to Polly, and Betty, and little Tommy ; not forgetting my duty to Mrs. Franks. I thought, yesterday, the voyage would never be done, nnd now I am almost sorry it is over. That little berth in my cabin looks very comfortable now I am going to leave it." Mr. Trail scowled at the young passenger who had paid no money for his passage. He scarcely nodded his head to the stranger, when Captain Franks said, " This here gentleman is Mr. Trail, sir, whose name you have a-heerd of," *'It's pretty well known in Bristol, sir," says Mr. Trail, majestically. **And this is Mr. Warrington, Madam Esmond Warrington's son, of Castle wood," continued the Captain. The British merchant's hat was instantly off his head, and the owner of the beaver was making a prodigious number of bows as if a crown- prince were before him. "Gracious powers, Mr. Warrington! This is a delight, indeed! What a crowning mercy that your voyage should have been so pros- perous ! You must have my boat to go on shore. Let me cordially and respectfully welcome you to England : let me shake your hand as the son of my benefactress and patroness, Mrs. Esmond Warrington, whose name is known and honoured on Bristol 'Change, I warrant you. Isn't it, Franks?" " There's no sweeter tobacco comes from Virginia, and no better brand than the Three Castles," says Mr. Franks, drawing a great brass tobacGO-bo-t from his pocket, and thrusting a quid into his jolly mouth. *' You don't know what a comfort it is, sir ; you'll take to it, bless you, as you grow older. Won't he, Mr. Trail ? I wish you had ten ship- loads of it instead of one. You might have ten ship-loads : I've told Madam Esmond so ; I've rode over her plantation ; she treats me like a lord when I go to the house ; she don't grudge me the best of wine, or keep me cooling ray heels in the counting-room as some folks does" (with a look at Mr. Trail). "She is a real born Lady, she is; and might have a thousand hogsheads as easy as her hundreds, if there wera but hands enough." B 2 THE VIRGINIANS. " I have lately engaged in the Guinea trade, and could supply her ladysliip with any number of healthy young negroes before next fall,'* said Mr. Trail obsequiously. "We are averse to the purchase of negroes from Africa," said the young gentleman, coldly. " My grandfather and my mother have always objected to it, and I do not like to think of selling or buying the poor wretches. "It is for their good, my dear young sir! for their temporal and their spiritual good!" cried Mr. Trail. "And we p'lrchase the poor creatures only for their benefit; let me talk this matter over with you at my own house. I can introduce you to a happy home, a Christian family, and a British merchant's honest fare. Can't I, Captain Franks ?" . " Can't say," growled the Captain. " Never asked me to take bite or sup at your table. Asked me to psalm-singing once, and to hear Mr. Ward preach: don't care for them sort of entertainments." Not choosing to take any notice of this remark, Mr. Trail continued in his low tone: " Business is business, my dear young sir, and I know, 'tis only my duty, the duty of all of us, to cultivate the fruits of the earth in their season, as the heir of Lady Esmond's estate; for I speak, I believe, to the heir of that great property ?" The young gentleman made a bow\ " I would urge upon you, at the very earliest moment, the propriety, the duty of increasing the ample means with which Heaven has blessed you. As an honest factor, I could not do otherwise ; as a prudent man, should I scruple to speak of what will tend to your profit and mine ? No, my dear Mr. George." " My name is not George ; my name is Henry," said the young liian &s he turned his head away, and his eyes filled with tears. "Gracious powers! what do you mean, sir? Did you not say you were my lady's heir ? and is not George Esmond Warrington, Esq. " "Hold your tongue, you fool!" cried Mr. Franks, striking the merchant a tough blow on his sleek sides, as the young lad turned away. " Don't you see the young gentleman a-swabbing his eyes, and note hia black clothes?" " W^hat do you mean. Captain Franks, by laying your hand on your owners ? Mr. George is the heir ; I know the Colonel's will well enough." " Mr. George is there," said the Captain, pointing with his thumb to the deck. " Where ?" cries the factor. "Mr. George is there!" reiterated the Captain, again lifting up hia finger towards the top-mast, or the sky beyond. " He is dead a year, Bir, come next 9th of July. He would go out with General Braddock on ihat dreadful business to tiie Belle lliviere. He and a thousand more never came back again. Every man of them was murdered as he THE VIRGINIAXS. fell. You know the Indian way, Mr. Trail?" And here the Captain passed his hand rapidly round his head. " Horrible I ain't it, sir? horrible ! He was a fine young man, the very picture of this one ; only his hair was black, which is now hano^ing in a bloody Indian wigwam. He was often and often on board of the Youni^ Eachel, and Would have his chest of books broke open on deck before they was landed. He was a shy and silent young gent : not like this one, which was the merriest, wildest young fellow, full of his songs and fun. He took on dreadful at the news ; went to his bed, had that fever which lays so many of 'em by the heels along that swampy Potomac, but he's got better on the voyage : the voyage makes every one better ; and, in course, the young gentleman can't be for ever a-crying after a brother who dies and leaves him a great fortune. Ever since we sighted Ireland, he has been quite gay and happy, only he would go off at times, • when he was most merry, saying, * I wish my dearest Georgy could enjoy this here sight along with me,' and when you mentioned the t'other's name, you see, he couldn't stand it." And the honest Captain's own eyes filled with tears, as he turned and looked towards the object of his compassion. Mr. Trail assumed a lugubrious countenance befitting the tragic compliment with which he prepared to greet the young Virginian ; but the latter answered him very curtly, declined his ofi:ers of hospitality, and only stayed in Mr. Trail's house long enough to drink a glass of wine and to take up a sum of money of which he stood in need. But he and Captain Franks parted on the very warmest terms, and all the little crew of the Young liachel cheered from the ship's side as their passenger left it. Again and again Harry Warrington and his brother had pored over the English map, and determined upon the course which they should take upon arriving at Home. All Americans who love the old country — and what gently-nurtured man or woman of Anglo-Saxon race does not? — have ere this rehearsed their English travels, and visited in fancy the spots with which their hopes, their parents' fond stories, their friends' descriptions, have rendered them familiar. There are few things to me more afiecting in the history of the quarrel which divided the two great nations than the recurrence of that word Home, as used by the younger towards the elder country. Harry Warrington had his chart laid out. Before London, and its glorious temples of St. Paul's and St. Peter's, its grim Tower, where the brave and loyal had shed their blood, from Wallace down to Balmerino and Kilmarnock, pitied by gentle hearts ; — before the awful window at Whitehall, whence the martyr Charles had issued to kneel once more, and then ascend to Heaven ; — before Playhouses, Parks, and Palaces, wondrous resorts of wit, pleasure, and splendour ; — before Shakspeare's Resting-place under the tall spire which rises by Avon, amidst the sweet Warwickshire pastures; — before Derby, and Falkiik, and Culloden, where the cause of honour and loyalty had fallen, it might be to rise no more : — before all 6 THE VIEGINIANS. these points in their pilgrimage there was one which the young Vir- ginian brothers held even more sacred, and that was the home of their family, — that old Castlewood in Hampshire, about whicli their patents had talked so fondly. From Bristol to Bath, from Bath to Salisbury, to "Winchester, to Hexton, to Home ; they knew the way, and had mapped tke journey many and many a time. We must fancy our American traveller to be a handsome young fellow, whose suit of sables only made him look the more interesting.. The plump landlady from her bar, surrounded by her china and punch- bowls, and stout gilded bottles of strong waters, and glittering rows of silver flagons, looked kindly after the young gentleman as he passed through the inn-hall from his post-chaise, and the obsequious chamber- lain bowed him up-stairs to the Rose or the Dolphin. The trim chambermaid dropped her best curtsey for his fee, and Gumbo, in the inn- kitchen, where the townsfolk drank their mug of ale by the great fire, bragged of his young master's splendid house in Virginia, and of the immense wealth to which he was heir. The post-chaise whirled the traveller through the most delightful home-scenery his eyes had ever lighted on. If English landscape is pleasant to the American of the present day, who must needs contrast the rich woods and glowing pastures, and picturesque ancient villages of the old country, with the rough aspect of his own, how much pleasanter must Harry "Warrington's course have been, whose journeys had lain through swamps and forest solitudes from one Virginian ordinarj^ to another log- house at the end of the day's route, and who now lighted suddenly upon the busy, happy, splendid scene of English summer ? And the high, road, a hundred years ago, was not that grass-grown desert of the present time. It was alive with constant travel and traffic : the country towns and inns swarmed with life and gaiety. The ponderous waggon, with its bells and plodding team ; the light post-coach that achieved the journey from the White Hart, Salisbury, to the Swan with Two Necks, London, in two days ; the strings of pack-horses that had not yet left the road ; my lord's gilt post-chaise and six, with the outriders galloping on a-head ; the country squire's great coach and heavy Flanders mares ; the farmers trotting to market, or the parson jolting to the cathedral town on Dumpling, his wife behind on the pillion — all these crowding sights and brisk people greeted the young traveller on his summer journey. TToflo-fij the farmer's boy, took off his hat, and Polly, the milkmaid, bobbed a curtsey, as the chaise whirled over the pleasant village-green,, and the white-headed children lifted their chubby faces and cheered. The church spires glistened with gold, the cottage gables glared in sun- shine, the great elms murmured in summer, or cast purple shadows over the grass. Young Warrington never had such a glorious day, or witnessed a scene so delightful. To be nineteen years of age, with high health, high spirits, and a full purse, to be making your first journey, and rolling through the country in a post-chaise at nine miles an hour -'O hgppy youth ! almost it makes one young to think of him! But THE Yir.GIXlA.VS. Harry was too eager to give more than a passing glance at the Abbey at Dath, or gaze with more than a moment's wonder at the mighty minster at Sali^vbury. Until he beheld Home it seemed to him he had no eyes for any other place. At last the yoimg gentleman's post-chaise drew up at the rustic inn on Castlewood Green, of which his grandsire had many a time talked to him, and whick bears as its ensign, swinging from an elm near the inn porch, the Three Castles of the Esmond family. They had a sign, too, over the gateway of Castlewood House, bearing the same cognizance. This was the hatchment of Francis, Lord Castlewood, who now lay in the chapel hard by, bis son reigniag in his stead. Harry Warrington had often heard of Francis, Lord Castlewood. It was for Frank's sake, and for his great love towards the boy, that Colonel Esmond determined to forego his claim to the English estates and rank of Ids family, and retired to Virginia. Tlie young man had led a w41d youth ; he had fought with distinction under Marlborough ; he had married a foreign lady, and most lamentably adopted her religion. At one time he had been a Jacobite (for loyalty to the sovereign was ever hereditary in the Esmond family), but had received some slight or injury from the Prince, which had caused him to rally to King George's side. He had, on his se^arid marriage, renounced the errors of Popery which he had temporarily embraced, and returned to the Established Church again^ He had, from his constant support of the King and the Minister of the time being, been rewarded by his Majesty George II., and died an English peer. An earl's coronet now figured on the hatchment which hung over Castlewood gate — and there was an end of the jolly gentleman. Between Colonel Esmond, who had become his step-father and his lordship there had ever been a brief but affectionate correspondence — on the Colonel's part especially, who loved his step-son, and had a hundred stories to tell about him to his grand- children. Madam Esmond, however, said she could see nothing in her half-brother^ He was dull, except when he drank too much wine, and that, to be sure, was every day at dinner. Then he was boisterous, and his conversation not pleasant. He was good-looking — yes — a fine tall stout animal ; she had rather her boys should follow a diSfcrent model. In spite of the grandfather's encomium of the late lord, the boys had no very great respect for their kinsman's memory. The lads and their mother were stanch Jacobites, though having every respect for his present Majestj'; but right was right, and nothing could make their hearts swerve from their allegiance to the descendants of the martyr Charles. With a beating heart Harry Warrington walked from the inn towards the house where his grandsire's youth had been passed. The little village-green of Castlewood slopes down towards the river, which is spanned by an old bridge of a single broad arch, and from this the ground rises gradually towards the house, grey with many gables and buttresses, and backed by a darkling wood. An old man sate at the THE YIEGIXIANS. wicket on a stone bench in front of the great arched entrance to the house, over which the earl's hatchment was hanging. An old dog was crouched at the man's feet. Immediately above tlie ancient sentry at the gate was an open easement with some homely flowers in the window, from behind which good-humoured girls' faces were peeping. They were watching the young traveller dressed in black as he walked up gazing towards the castle, and the ebony attendant who followed the gentleman's steps, also accoutred in mourning. So was he at the gate ia mourning, and the girls when they came out had black ribbons. To Harry's surprise, the old man accosted him by his name. " You liave had a nice ride to Hexton, Master Harry, and the sorrel carried vou well." *' I think you must be Lockwood," said Harry, with rather a tremu- lous voice, holding out his hand to the old man. His grandfather had often told him of Lockwood, and how he had accompanied the Colonel and the young Viscount in Marlborough's wars forty years ago. The veteran seemed puzzled by the mark of affection which Harry extended to him. The old dog gazed at the new comer, and then went and put his head between his knees. " I have heard of you often. How did you know my name ? " ** They say I forget most things," says the old man, with a smile ; ** but I ain't so bad as that quite. Only this mornin', when you went out, my darter says, ' Father, do you know why you have a black coat on ? ' * In course I know why I have a black coat,' says I. * My lord is dead. They say 'twas a foul blow, and Master Frank is my lord now, and Master Harry ' — why what have you done since you went out this morning? Why you have a grow'd taller and changed your hair — though I know — I know you." One of the young women had tripped out by this time from the porter's lodge, and dropped tlie stranger a pretty curtsey. ''Grand- father sometimes does not recollect very well," she said, pointing to her head. " Your honour seems to have heard of Lockwood ? " " And you, have you never heard of Colonel Francis Esmond ? " " He was Captain and Major in Webb's Foot, and I was with him ia two campaigns, sure enough," cries Lockwood. " Wasn't I, Ponto?" " The Colonel as married Viscountess Rachel, my late lord's mother? and went to live amongst the Indians ? We have heard of him. Sure we have his picture in our gallery, and hisself painted it." " AVent to live in Virginia, and died there seven years ago, and I am his grandson." " Lord, your honour! Why your honour's skin's as white as mine," cries Molly. " Grandfather, do you hear this ? His honour is Colonel Esmond's grandson that used to send you tobacco, and his honour have come all the way from Virginia." " To see you, Lockwood," says the young man, " and the family. I only set foot on English ground yesterday, and my first visit is foi home. I may see the house, though the family are from home?" THE YIRGIXIAXS. Molly dared to say Mrs. Barker would let his honour see the house, and Harry Warriugton made his way across the court, seeming to know the place as well as if he had been born there, Miss Molly thought, who followed, accompanied by Mr. Gumbo making her a profusion of polite bows and speeches. CHAPTEE, II. IN WniCH JIAERY HAS TO PAY FOR HIS SUrPER. Colonel Esmond's grandson rang for a while at his ancestor's house of Castlewood, before any one within seemed inclined io notice his summons. The servant, who at length issued from the door, seemed to be very little affected by the announcement that the visitor was a rela- tion of the family. The family was away, and in their absence John cared very little for their relatives, but was eager to get back to his game at cards with Thomas in the window-seat. The housekeeper was busy getting ready for my lord and my lady, who were expected that evening. Only by strong entreaties could Harry gain leave to see my lady's sitting-room and the picture-room, where, sure enough, was a portrait of his grandfather in periwig and breastplate, the counterpart of their picture in Virginia, and a likeness of his grandmother, as Lady Castle- wood, in a yet earlier habit of Charles II. 's time ; her neck bare, her fair golden hair waving over her shoulders in ringlets which he remem- bered to have seen snowy white. From the contemplation of these sights the sulky housekeeper drove him. Her family was about to arrive. There was my lady the countess, and my lord and his brother, and the young ladies and the Baroness, who was to have the state bedroom. Who was the Baroness ? The Baroness Bernstein, the young ladies' aunt. Harry wrote down his name on a paper from his own pocket-book, and laid it on a table in the hall. "Henry Esmond Warrington, of Castlewood in Virginia, arrived in England yesterday — staying at the Three Castles in the village." The lackeys rose up from their cards to open the door to him, in order to get their " vails," and Gumbo quitted the bench at the gate, where he had been talking with old Lockwood, the porter, who took Harry's guinea, hardly knowing the meaning of the gift. During the visit to the home of his fathers, Harry had only seen little Polly's countenance that was the least unselfish or kindly ; he walked away, not caring to own how disappointed he was, and what a damp had been struck upon him by the aspect of the place. They ought to have known him. Had any of them ridden up to his house in Virginia, whether the master were present or absent, the guests would have been made welcome, and, in sight of his ancestors' hall, he had to go and ask for a dish of bacon and eggs at a country alehouse ! After his dinner, he went to the bridge and sate on it, looking 10 THE Yir.GIXIANS. towards the old house, behind which the sun was descending as the rooks came cawing home to their nests in the elms. His young fancy pictured to itself many of the ancestors of wliom his mother and grand- sire had told him. He fancied knights and huntsmen crossing the ford ; —cavaliers of King Charles's days ; my Lord Castlewood, his grand- mother's first husband, riding out with hawk and hound. The recollec- tion of his dearest lost brother came back to him as he indulged in these reveries, and smote him with a pang of exceeding tenderness and longing, insomuch that the young man hung his head and felt his sorrow renewed for the dear friend and companion with whom, until of late, all his pleasures and griefs had been shared. As he sate plunged in his own thoughts, which were mingled up with the mechanical clinking of the blacksmith's forge hard by, the noises of the evening, the talk of the rooks, and the calling of the birds round about — a couple of young men on horseback dashed over the bridge. One of them, with an oath, called him a fool, and told him to keep out of the way — the other, who fancied he might have jostled the foot-passenger, and possibly might have sent him over the parapet, pushed on more quickly when he reached the other side of the water, calling likewise to Tom to come on ; and the pair of young gentlemen were up the hill on their way to the house before Harry had recovered himself from his surprise at their appearance, and wrath at their behaviour. In a minute or two, this advanced guard was followed by two livery servants on horseback, who scowled at the young traveller on the bridge a true British welcome of Curse you, who are you ? After these in a minute or two, came a coach-and-six, a ponderous vehicle having need of the horses which drew it, and containing three ladies, a couple of maids, and an armed man on a seat behind the carriage. Three handsome pale faces looked out at Harry "Warrington as the carriage passed over the bridge, and did not return the salute which, recognising the family arms, he gave it. The gentleman behind the carriage glared at him haughtily. Harry felt terribly alone. He thought he would go back to Captain Franks. The llachel and her little tossing cabin seemed a cheery spot in comparison to that on which he stood. The inn folks did not know his name of "\Yarriogton. They told him that was my lady in the coach, with her step-daughter, my Lady Maria, and her daughter, my Lady Fanny ; and the young gentleman in the grey frock was Mr. William, and he with powder on the chestnut was my lord. It was the latter had sworn the loudest, and called him a fool ; and it w^as the grey froek which had nearly galloped Harry into the ditch. The landlord of the Three Castles had shown Harry a bed-chamber, but he had refused to have his portmanteaux unpacked, thinking that, for a certainty, the folks of the great house would invite him to theirs. One, two, three hours passed, and there came no invitation. Harry was fain to have his trunks open at last, and to call for his slippers and gov/n, Just before dark, about two hours after the arrival of the lirst carriage, a second chariot with four horses had passed over the bridge, and a stout) THE VIRGIXIAXS. H high-coloured lady, with a very dark pair of eyes, had looked hard at Mr. Warrington. That was the Baroness Bernstein, the landlady said> my lord's aunt, and Harry rememhered the first Lady Castlewood had come of a German family. Earl, an.d countess, and baroness, and postilions, and gentlemen, and horses, had all disappeared behind the castle gate, and Harry was fain to go to bed at last, in the most melan- choly mood and with a cruel sense of neglect and loneliness in his young heart. He could not sleep, and, besides, ere long, heard a prodigious noise, and cursing, and giggling, and screaming from my landlady's bar, which would have served to keep him awake. Then Gumbo's voice was heard without, remonstrating, *' You cannot go in, sar — my master asleep, sar ! " but a shrill voice, with many oaths, which Harry Warrington recognised, cursed Gumbo for a stupid, negro woolly pate, and ho was pushed aside, giving entrance to a flood of oaths into the room, and a young gentleman behind them. " Beg your pardon. Cousin Warrington," cried the young blasphemer, ** are you asleep ? Beg your pardon for riding you over on the bridge. Didn't know you — course shouldn't have done it — thought it was a lawyer with a writ — dressed in black, you know. Gad ! thought it was Kathan come to nab me." And Mr. William laughed incoherently. It was evident that he was excited with liquor. " You did me great honour to mistake me for a sheriff's officer, cousin," says Harry, with great gravity, sitting up in his tall nightcap. " Gad ! I thought it was Nathan, and was going to send you souse into the river. But I ask your pardon. You see I had been drinking at the Bell at Hexton, and the punch is good at the Bell at Hexton. Hullo I you, Davis ! a bowl of punch ; d'you hear ? " " I have had my share for to-night, cousin, and I should think you have," Harry continues, always in the dignified style. "- You want me to go, Cousin What's-your-name, I see," Mr. William said, with gravity. "You want me to go, and they want me to come, and I didn't want to come. I said, I'd see him hanged first, — that's what I said. Why should I trouble myself to come down all alone of an evening, and look after a fellov/ I don't care a pin for ? Zackly what I said. Zackly what Castlewood said. Why the devil should he go down? Castlewood says, and so said my lady, but the Baroness would have you. It's all the Baroness's doing, and if she says a thing it must be done ; so you must just get up and come." Mr. Esmond delivered these words with the most amiable rapidity and indistinctness, running them into one aaother, and tacking about the room as he spoke. But the young Virginian v/as in great wrath. *' I tell you what, cousin," he cried, "I won't move for the Countess, or for the Baroness, or for all the cousins in Castlewood." And when the landlord entered the chamber with the bawl of punch, which Mr. Esmond had ordered, the young gentleman in bed called out fiercely to the host, to turn that sot out of the room. "Sot, you little tobacconist! Sot, you Cherokee!" screams out Mr, 12 THE VIRGINIAXS. William, ''jump out of bed, and I'll drive my sword through, your body. Why didn't I do it to-day when I took you for a bailiff — a eon- founded, pettifogging bum-bailiff ! " And he went on screeching more oaths and incoherences, until the landlord, the drawer, the hostler, and all the folks of the kitchen were brought to lead him away. After which Harry Warrington closed his tent round him in sulky wrath, and, no doubt, finally went fast to sleep. My landlord was very much more obsequious on the next morning when he met his young guest, having now fully learned his name an.i quality. Other messengers had come from the castle on the previous night to bring both the young gentlemen home, and poor Mr. William, it appeared, had returned in a wheelbarrow, being not altogether unac- customed to that mode of conveyance. *' He never remembers nothin' about it the next day. He is of a real kind nature, Mr. William," the landlord vowed, " and the men get crowns and half-crowns from him by saying that he beat them overnight when he was in liquor. He's the devil when he's tipsy, Mr. William, but when he is sober he is the very kindest of young gentlemen." As nothing is unknown to writers of biographies of the present kind, it may be as well to state what had occurred within the walls of Castle- wood House, whilst Harry Warrington was without, awaiting some token of recognition from his kinsmen. On their arrival at home the family had found the paper on which the lad's name was inscribed, and his appearance occasioned a little domestic council. My Lord Castlewood supposed that must have been the young gentleman whom they had seen on the bridge, and as they had not drowned him they must invite him. Let a man go down with the proper messages, let a servant carry a note. Lady Fanny thought it would be more civil if one of the brothers would go to their kinsman, especially considering the original greeting which they had given. Lord Castlewood had not the slightest objection to his brother William going — yes, William should go. Upon this Mr. Willijim said (with a yet stronger expression) that he would be hanged if he would go. Lady Maria thought the young gentleman whom they had remarked at the bridge was a pretty fellow enough. Castlewood is dreadfully dull, I am sure neither of my brothers do any- thing to make it amusing. He may be vulgar — no doubt, he is vulgaf %- — "but let us see the American. Such was Lady Maria's opinion. Lady Castlewood was neither for inviting nor for refusing him, but for delaying. " Wait till your Aunt comes, children ; perhaps the Baroness won't like to see the young man ; at least, let us consult her before we ask him." And so the hospitality to be offered by his nearest kinsfolk to poor Harry Warrington remained yet in abeyance. At length the equipage of the Baroness Bernstein made its appearance, tind whatever doubt there might be as to the reception of the Virginian stranger, there was no lack of enthusiasm in this generous family regarding their wealthy and powerful kinswoman. The state-chamber THE VIRGINIANS. 13 had already been prepared for her. The cook had arrived the previous day with instructions to get ready a supper for her such as her ladyship liked. The table sparkled with old plate, and was set in the oak dining- room with the pictures of the family round the walls. There was the late Yiscount, his father, his mother, his sister — these two lovely pictures. There was his predecessor by Yaudyck, and his Viscountess. There was Colonel Esmond, their relative in Virginia, about whose grandson the ladies and gentlemen of the Esmond family showed such a very moderate degree of sympathy. The feast set before their aunt, the Baroness, was a very good one, and her ladyship enjoyed it. The supper occupied an hour or two, during which the whole Castlewood family were most attentive to their guest. The Countess pressed all the good dishes upon her, of w^hich she freely partook : the butler no sooner saw her glass empty than he filled it with champagne : the young folks and their mother kept up the conversation, not so much by talking, as by listening appropriately to their friend. She was full of spirits and humour. She seemed to know everybody in Europe, and about those everybodies the wickedest stories. The Countess of Castlewood, ordinarily a very demure, severe woman, and a stickler for the proprieties, smiled at the very worst of these anecdotes ; the girls looked at one another and laughed at the maternal signal ; the boys giggled and roared with especial delight at their sisters' confusion. They also partook freely of the wine which the butler handed round, nor did they, or their guest, disdain the bowl of smoking punch, which was laid on the table after the supper. Many and many a night, the Baroness said, she had drunk at that table by her father's side. "That was his place," she pointed to the place where the Countess now sat. She saw none of the old plate. That was all melted to pay his gambling debts. She hoped, Young gentlemen, that you don't play. •* Never, on my word," says Castlewood. "Never, 'pon honour," says Will — wanking at his brother. The Baroness was very glad to hear they were such good boys. Her face grew redder with the punch ; and she became voluble, might have been thought coarse, but that times were different, and those critics were inclined to be especially favourable. She talked to the boys about their father, their grandfather — othex men and women of the house. " The only man of the family was that,^^ she said, pointing (with an arm that was yet beautifully round and white) towards the picture of the military gentleman in the red coat and cuirass, and great black periwig. " The Virginian ? What is he good for? I always thought he w^aa good for nothing but to cultivate tobacco and my grandmother," says m,y lord, laughing. She struck her hand upon the table with an energy that made the glasses dance. " I say he was the best of you all. There never was one of the male Esmonds that had more brains than a goose, except him. He was not lit for this wicked, selfish, old world of ours, and he was 14 TEE VIRGINIANS. right to go and live out of it. "Where would your father have been, young people, but for him ? " " Was he particularly kind to our papa ? " says Lady Maria. " Old stories, my dear Maria ! " cries the Countess. I am sure my dear Earl was very kind to him in giving him that great estate in. Virginia." *' Since his brother's death, the lad who has been here to-day is heir to that. Mr. Draper told me so ! Peste ! I don't know why my father gave up such a property." " Who has been here to-day?" asked the Baroness, highly excited. '* Harry Esmond Warrington, of Virginia," my Lord answered : ** a lad whom Will nearly pitched into the river, and whom I pressed my Lady the Countess to invite to stay here." ** You mean that one of the Virginian boys has been to Castlewood, and has not been asked to stay here ? " " There is but one of them, my dear creature," interposes the EarL ** The other, you know, has just been " ** For shame, for shame ! " *'0 I it ain't pleasant, I confess, to be sc " *'Do you mean that a grandson of Henry Esmond, the master of this bouse, has been here, and none of you have offered him hospitality ? " ** Since we didn't know it, and he is staying at the Castles ?" inter- poses Will. " That he is staying at the Inn, and you are sitting there I " cries the old lady. ** This is too bad — call somebody to me. Get me my hood — I'll go to the boy mvself. Come with me this instant, my Lord Castle- wood." The young man rose up, evidently in wrath. ** Madame the Baroness of Bernstein," he said, "your ladyship is welcome to go; but as for me, I don't choose to have such words as * shameful ' applied to my conduct. I worCt go and fetch the young gentleman from Virginia, and I propose to sit here and finish this bowl of punch. Eugene ! Don't Eugene me. Madam. I know her ladyship has a great deal of money, which you are desirous should remain in our amiable family. You want it more than I do. Cringe for it — I won*t." And he sank back in his chair. The Baroness looked at the family, who held their heads down, and then at my Lord, but this time without any dislike. She leaned over to him and said rapidly in German, *'I had unright when I said the Colonel was the only man of the family. Thou canst, if thou wiliest, Eugene." To which remark my Lord only bowed. ** If you do not wish an old woman to go out at this hour of the night, let William, at least, go and fetch his cousin," said the Baroness. ** The very thing I proposed to him." "And so did we— and so did we!" cried the daughters in a breath. '• 1 am sure, I only wanted the dear Baroness's consent ! " said their THE VIRGINIANS. 15 mother, •* and shall be charmed for my part to welcome our youug relative." " Will! Put on thy pattens, and get a lantern, and go fetcli the Yirginian," said my Lord. " And we will have another bowl of punch, when he comes," says William, who by this time had already had too much. And he went forth — how we have seen ; and how he had more punch ; and how ill he succeeded in his embassy. The Morthy lady of Castlewood, as she caught sight of young Harry Warrington by the river side, must have seen a very handsome and interesting youth, and very likely had reasons of her ov>m for not desiring his presence in her family. All mothers are not eager to encourage the visits of interesting youths of nineteen in families where there are virgins of twenty. If Harry's acres had been in J^orfolk or Devon, in place of Yirginia, no doubt the good Countess would have been rather more eager in her welcome. Had she wanted him she would have given him her hand readily enough. If our people of ton are selfish, at any rate they show they are selfish ; and, being cold-hearted, at least have no hypocrisy of affection. Why should Lady Castlewood put herself out of the way to welcoma the young stranger? Because he was friendless? Only a simpleton could ever imagine such a reason as that. People of fashion, like her ladyship, are friendly to those who have plenty of friends. A poor lad, alone, from a distant country, with only very moderate means, and those not as yet in his own power, with uncouth manners very likely, and coarse provincial habits ; was a great lady called upon to put herself out of the way for such a youtli ? Allans done ! He was quite as well at the ale- house as at the castle. This, no doubt, was her ladyship's opinion, which h.er kinswoman, the Baroness Bernstein, who knew her perfectly well, entirely understood. The Baroness, too, was a woman of the world, and, possibly, on occasion, could be as selfish as any other person of fashion. She fully understood the cause of the deference which all the Castlewood family showed to her — mother, and daughter, and sons, — and being a woman of great humour, played upon the dispositions of the various members of this family, amused herself with, their greedinesses, their humiliations, their artless respect for her money-box, and clinging attachment to her purse. They were not very rich ; Lady Castlewood's own money was settled on iier children. The two elder had inherited nothing but fl.axen heads from their German mother, and a pedigree of prodigious distinction. But those who had money, and those who had none, were alike eager for the Baroness's ; in this matter the rich are surely quite as greedy as the poor. So if Madam Bernstein struck her hand on the table, and caused the glasses and the persons round it to tremble at her wrath, it was because she was excited with plenty of punch and champagne, which her lady- ship was in the habit of taking freely, and because she may have had 16 THE VIRGINIANS. a generous impulse when generous wine warmed her blood, and felt indignant as she thought of the poor lad yonder, sitting friendless and lonely on the outside of his ancestors' door; not because she was specially angry with her relatives, who she knew would act precisely as tiiey had done. The exhibition of their selfishness and humiliation alike amused her, as did Castlewood's act of revolt. He was as selfish as the rest of the family, but not so mean; and, as he candidly stated, he could afiurd the luxury of a little independence, having a tolerable estate to fall back upon. Madame Bernstein was an early woman, restless, resolute, extra- ordinarily active for her age. She was up long before the languid Castlewood ladies (just home from their London routs and balls) had quitted their feather-beds, or jolly Will had slept off his various pota- tions of punch. She was up, and pacing the green terraces that sparkled with the sweet morning dew, which lay twinkling, also, on a flowery wilderness of trim parterres, and on the crisp walls of the dark box hedges, under which marble fauns and dryads were cooling themselves, whilst a thousand birds sang, the fountains plashed and glittered in the rosy morning sunshine, and the rooks cawed from the great wood. Had the well-remembered scene (for she had visited it often in child- hood) a freshness and charm for her ? Did it recal days of innocence and happiness, and did its calm beauty soothe or please, or awaken remorse in her heart? Her manner was more than ordinarily affectionate and gentle, when, presently, after pacing the walks for a half-hour, the person for whom she was waiting came to her. This was our young Virginian, to whom she had despatched an early billet by one of the Lockwoods. The note was signed B. Bernstein, and informed Mr. Esmond "Warrington that his relatives at Castlewood, and among them a dear friend of his grandfather, were most anxious that he should come to " Colonel JEsmonifs Jiouse m En(/land" And now, accordingly, the lad made his appearance, passing under the old Gothic doorway, tripping down the steps from one garden terrace to another, hat in hand, his fair hair blowing from his flushed cheeks, his slim figure clad in mourning. The handsome and modest looks, the comely face and person, of the young lad pleased the lady. He made her a low bow which would have done credit to Versailles. She held out a little hand to him, and, as his own palm closed over it, she laid the other hand softly on his ruffle. She looked very kindly and aflectionately in the honest blushing face. "I knew your grandfather very well, Harry," she said: *'So you camv: yesterday to see his picture, and they turned you away, though you know the house was his of right ? " Harry blushed very red. *' The servants did not know me. A young gentleman came to me last night," he said, *' when I was peevish, and he, 1 fear, was tipsy. 1 spoke rudely to my cousin, and would ask his pardon. Your ladyship knows that in Virginia our manners towards THE VIRGIXIANS. 17 strangers are different. I own I had expected another kind of welcome. Was it you, madam, who sent my cousin to me last night r " "I sent him; but you will lind your cousins most friendly to you to-day. You must stay here. Lord Castlewood would have been with you tliis morning, only I was so eager to sea you. There will be breakfast in an hour ; and meantime you must talk to me. We will send to the Three Castles for your servant and your baggage. Give me your arm. Stop, I dropped my cane when you came. You shall be my Ciine." " My grandfather used to call us his crutches," said Harry. '* You are like him, though you are fair." * '* You should have seen — you should have seen George," said the boy, and his honest eyes welled with tears. The recollection of liis brother, the bitter pain of yesterday's humiliation, the afFectionateness of the present greeting — all, perhaps, contributed to soften the lad's heart. He felt very tenderly and gratefully towards the lady who liad received him so warmly. He was utterly alone and miserable a minute since, and here was a home and a kind hand held out to him. Iso wonder he clung to it. In the hour during which they talked together, the young fellow had poured out a great deal of his honest heart to the kind new- found friend ; when the dial told breakfast-time, he wondered to think how much he had tuld her. She took him to the breakfast-room ; she presented him to his aunt, the Countess, and bade him embrace his cousins. Lord Castlewood was frank and gracious enough. Honest AVill had a headache, but was utterly unconscious of the proceedings of tlie past night. The ladits: were very pleasant and polite, as ladies of their fashion know how to be. How should Harr}' Warrington, a simple truth-telling lad from a distant colony, who had only yesterday put his foot upon English shore, know that my ladies, so smiling and easy in. demeanour, were furious against him, and aghast at the favoui- with which Madam Bernstein seemed to regard him ? She wasfulle of him, talked of no one else, scarce noticed the Castle- wood young people, trotted with him over the house, and told him all its story, showed him the little room in the court-yard where his grand- father used to sleep, and a cunning cupboard over the fire-place which had been made in the time of the Catholic persecutions ; drove out with him in the neighbouring country, and pointed out to him the most remarkable sites and houses, and had in return the whole of the young man's story. This brief biography the kind reader will please to accept, not in the precise words in which Mr. Harry Warrington delivered it to Madam Bernstein, but in the form in which it has been cast in the Chapters next ensuing. 18 THE VirvGINIAIsS. CHAPTER III. THE ESMONre IN TIEGINIA. Henet Esmond, Esq., an officer who had served with the rank of Colonel during the wars of Queen Anne's reign, found himself, at its close, compromised in certain attempts for the restoration of the Queen's family to the throne of these realms. Happily for itself, the nation preferred another dynasty; but some of the few opponents of the house of Hanover took refuge out of the three kingdoms, and amongst others. Colonel Esmond was counselled by his friends to go abroad. As Mr. Esmond sincerely regretted the part which he had taken, and as the August Prince who came to rule over England was the most pacable of sovereigns, in a very little time the Colonel's friends found means to make his peace. Mr. Esmond, it has been said, belonged to the noble English family which takes its title from Castlewood, in the county of Hants : and it was pretty generally known that King James II. and his son had offered the title of Marquis to Colonel Esmond and his father, and that the former might have assumed the (Irish) peerage hereditary in his family, but for an informality which he did not choose to set right. Tired of the political struggles in which he had been engaged, and annoyed by family circumstances in Europe, he preferred to establish himself in Yirginia, where he took possession of a large estate conferred by King Charles I. upon his ancestor. Here Mr. Esmond's daughter and grand- sons were born, and his wife died. This lady, when she married him, was the widow of the Colonel's kinsman, the unlucky Viscount Castle- wood, killed in a duel by Lord Mohun, at the close of King William's reign. Mr. Esmond called his American house Castlewood, from the patri- monial home in the old country. The whole usages oi Yirginia, indeed, were fondly modelled after the English customs. It was a loyal colony. The Yirginians boasted that King Charles II. had been king in Yirginia before he had been king in England. English king and English church were alike faithfully honoured there. The resident gentry were allied to good English families. They held their heads above the Dutch traders of New York, and the money-getting Roundheads of Pennsyl- vania and New England. Never were people less republican than those of the great province which was soon to be foremost in the memorable revolt against the British Crown. The gentry of Yirginia dwelt on their great lands after a fashion almost patriarchal. For its rough cultivation, each estate had a multi- tude of hands — of purchased and assigned servants — who were subject to the command of the master. The land yielded their food, live stock, THE VIRGINIANS. 19 and game. The great rivers swarmed with fish for the taking. From their banks the passage home was clear. Their ships took tlie tobacco oli' their piivate wharves ou the banks of the Potomac or the James river, and carried it to London or Bristol, — bringing back English goods and articles of home manufacture in return for the only produce which the "Virginian gentry chose to cultivate. Their hospitality was bound- less. ISo stranger was ever sent away from their gates. The gentry received one another, and travelled to each other's houses, in a state almost feudal. The question of Slavery was not born at the time of wdiich we write. To be the proprietor of black servants shocked the feelings of no Virginian gentleman ; nor, in truth, was the despotism exercised over the negro race generally a savage one. The food v/as plenty ; the poor black people lazy, and not unhappy. You might have preached negro emancipation to Madam Esmond of Castlewood as you might have told her to let the horses run loose out of her stables ; she had no doubt but that the w4iip and the corn-bag were good for both. Her father may have thought otherwise, being of a sceptical turn on very many points, but his doubts did not break forth in active denial, and he was rather disaffected than rebellious. At one period, this gentleman had taken a part in active life at home, and possibly might have been eager to share its rewards ; but in latter days he did not seem to care for them. A something had occurred in his life, which had cast a tinge of melancholy over all his existence. He was not unhappy — to those about him most kind — most affectionate, obsequious even to the w^omen of his family, whom he scarce ever contradicted ; but there had been some bankruptcy of his heart, which his spirit never recovered. He submitted to life rather than enjoyed it, and never was in better spirits than in his last hours when he was going to lay it down. Having lost his wife, his daughter took the management of the Colonel and his affairs; and he gave them up to her charge with an entire acquiescence. So that he had his books and his quiet, he cared for no more. When company came to Castlewood, he entertained them liandsomely, and was of a very pleasant, sarcastical turn. He was not in the least sorry when they went away. *' My love, I shall not be sorry to go myself," he said to his daughter, *' and you, though the most affectionate of daughters, will console your- self after a while. Why should I, who am so old, be romantic ? You may, who are still a young creature." This he said, not meaning all he said, for the lady whom he addressed was a matter-of-fact little person, with very little romance in her nature. After fifteen years' residence upon his great Virginian estate, affairs prospered so well with the worthy proprietor, that he acquiesced in liis daughter's plans for the building of a mansion much grander and more durable than the plain wooden edifice in which he had been content to live, so that his heirs might have a habitation worthy of their noble name. Several of Madam Warrington's neighbours had built handsome c 2 20 THE YIEGINIAXS. houses for themselves; perhaps it was lier ambition to take rank in the country, which inspired this desire for improved quarters. Colonel Esmond, of Castlewood, neither cared for quarters nor for quarterings. But his daughter had a very high opinion of the merit and antiquity of her lineage ; and her sire, growing exquisitely calm and good-natured in his serene, declining years, humoured his child's peculiarities in an easy, bantering way, — nay, helped her with his antiquarian learning, which was not inconsiderable, and with his skill in the art of painting, of which he was a proficient. A kitowledge of heraldry, a hundred years ago, formed part of the education of most noble ladies and gentlemen : during her visit to Europe, Miss Esmond had eagerly studied the family history and pedigrees, and returned thence to Virginia with a store of documents relative to her family on which she relied with implicit gravity and credence, and with the most edifying volumes then published in France and England, respecting the noble science. These works proved, to her perfect satisfaction, not only that the Esmonds were descended from noble Norman warriors, who came into England along with their victorious chief, but from native English of royal dignity : and two magnificent heraldic trees, cunningly painted by the hand of the Colonel, represented the family springing from the Emperor Charle- magne on the one hand, who was drawn in plate armour, with his imperial mantle and diadem, and on the other from Q,ueen Boadicea, whom the Colonel insisted upon painting in the light costume of an ancient British queen, with a prodigious gilded crown, a trifling mantle of furs, and a lovely symmetrical person, tastefully tattooed with figures of a brilliant blue tint. From these two illustrious stocks the family- tree rose until it united in the thirteenth century somewhere in the person of the fortunate Esmond, who claimed to spring from both. Of the Warrington family, into which she married, good Madam Rachel thought but little. She wrote herself Esmond Warrington, but was universally called, Madam Esmond of Castlewood, when after her father's decease she came to rule over that domain. It is even to be feared that quarrels for precedence in the colonial society occasionally disturbed her temper ; for though her father had had a marquis's patent from King James, which he had burned and disowned, she would fre- quently act as if that document existed and was in full force. She considered the English Esmonds of an inferior dignity to her own branch, and as for the colonial aristocracy, she made no scruple of assert- ing her superiority over the whole body of them. Hence quarrels and angry words, and even a scuffle or two, as we gather from her notes at the governor's assemblies at James-town. Wherefore recal the memory of these squabbles ? Are not the persons who engaged in them beyond the reach of quarrels now, and has not the republic put an end to these social inequalities ? Ere the establishment of Independence, there was no more aristocratic country in the world than Virginia; so the Virginians, whose history we have to narrate, were bred to have the fullest respect for the institutions of home, and the rightful king; THE VIRGIXIAXS. 21 had not two more faithful little subjects than the young twins of Castle wood. When the boys' grandfather died, their mother, in great state, pro- claimed her eldest son George her successor, and heir of the estate ; and Harry, George's younger brother by half an hour, was always enjoined to respect his senior. All the household was equally instructed to pay him honour ; the negroes, of whom there was a large and happy family, and the assigned servants from Europe, whose lot was made as bearable as it might be under the government of the Lady of Castlewood. In the whole family there scarcely was a rebel save Mrs. Esmond's faithful friend and companion, Madam Mountain, and Harry's foster-mother, a faithful negro woman, who never could be made to understand why her child should not be first, who was handsomer, and stronger, and cleverer than his brother, as she vowed ; though, in truth, there was scarcely any difference in the beauty, strength, or stature of the twins. In disposition, they were in many points exceedingly unlike ; but in feature they resembled each other so closely, that but for the colour of their hair it had been difficult to distinguish them. In their beds, and when their heads were covered with those vast ribboned nightcaps which our great and little ancestors wore, it was scarcely possible for any but a nurse or a mother to tell the one from the other child. Howbeit alike in form, we have said that they differed in temper. The elder was peaceful, studious, and silent ; the younger was warlike and noisy. He was quick at learning when he began, but very slow at beginning. No threats of the ferule would provoke Harry to learn in an idle fit, or would prevent George from helping his brother in his lesson. Harry was of a strong military turn, drilled the little negroes on the estate and caned them like a corporal, having many good boxing- matches with them, and never bearing malice if he was worsted ; — whereas George was sparing of blows and gentle with all about him. As the custom in all families was, each of the boys had a special little servant assigned him ; and it was a known fact that George, finding his little wretch of a blackamoor asleep on his master's bed, sat down beside it and brushed the flies off the child with a feather-fan, to the horror of old Gumbo, the child's father, who found his young master 80 engaged, and to the indignation of Madam Esmond, who ordered the young negro off to the proper oflicer for a whipping. In vain George implored and entreated — burst into passionate tears, and besought a remission of the sentence. His mother was inflexible regarding the young rebel's punishment, and the little negro went off beseeching his young master not to cry. A fierce quarrel between mother and son ensued out of this event. Her son would not be pacified. He said the punishment was a sha.me — a shame ; that he was the master of the boy, and no one — no, not his mother, — had a right to touch him ; that she might order him to be corrected, and that he would suffer the punishment, as he and Harrj often had, but no one should lay a hand on his boy. Trembling with 22 THE VIEGIXIA^'S. passionate rebellion against what lie conceived the injustice of proce- dure, he vowed — actually shriekinj^ out an oath, which shocked his fond mother and governor, who never before heard such language from the usually gentle child— that on the day he came of age he would set young Gumbo free — went to visit the child in the slave's quarters, and gave him one of his own toys. The young black martyr was an impudent, lazy, saucy little per- sonage, who would be none the worse for a whipping, as the Colonel no doubt thought; for he acquiesced in the child's punishment when Madam Esmond insisted upon it, and only laughed in his good-natured way when his indignant grandson called out, "You let mamma rule you in evervthing, grandpapa." "Why, so I do," says grandpapa. "Ilachel, my love,* the way in which I am petticoat-ridden is so evident that even this baby has found it out." " Then why don't you stand up like a man ?" says little Harry, who always was ready to abet his brother. Grandpapa looked queerly. " Because I like sitting down best, ray dear," he said. " I am an old gentleman, and standing fatigues me." On account of a certain apish drollery and humour which exhibited itself in the lad, and a liking for some of the old man's pursuits, the first of the twins was the grandfather's favourite and companion, and would laugh and talk out all his infantine heart to the old gentleman, to whom the younger had seldom a word to say. George was a demure studious boy, and his senses seemed to brighten up in the library, where his brother was so gloomy. He knew the books before he could well- nigh carry them, and read in them long before he could understand them. Harry, on the other hand, was all alive in the stables or in the wood, eager for all parties of hunting and fishing, and promised to be a good sportsman from a very early age. Their grandfather's ship was sailing for Europe once when the boys were children, and they were asked what present Captain Franks should bring them back ? George was divided between books and a fiddle ; Harry instantly declared for a little gun : and Madam Warrington (as she then was called) was hurt that her elder boy should have low tastes, and applauded the younger's choice as more M'orthy of his name and lineage. " Books, papa, I can fancy to be a good choice," she replied to her father, who tried to con- vince her that George had a right to his opinion, " though I am sure you must have pretty nigh all the books in the world already. But I never can desire — I may be wrong, but I never can desire— that my son, and the grandson of the Marquis of Esmond should be a fiddler." "Should be a fiddlestick, my dear," the old Colonel answered. " Remember that Heaven's ways are not ours, and that each creature born has a little kingdom of thought of his own, which it is a sin in us to invade. Suppose George loves music ? You can no more stop him than you can order a rose not to smell sweet, or a bird not to sing." THE YIRGIXIAXS. 23 *' A bird ! A bird sings from nature ; George did not come into the world with a fiddle in his hand," says Mrs. Warrington, with a toss of her head. *'I am sure I hated the harpsichord when a chit at Ken- sington School, and only learned to please my mamma. Say what you will, dear sir, I can not believe that this fiddling is work -for persons of fashion." " And King David who played the harp, my dear ? " " I wish my papa would read him more, and not speak about him in that way," said Mrs. Warrington. " Nay, my dear, it was but by way of illustration," the father replied gently. It was Colonel Esmond's nature, as he has owned in his own biography, always to be led by a woman ; and, his wife dead, he coaxed and dandled and spoiled his daughter ; laughing at her caprices, but humouring them; making a joke of her prejudices, but letting them have their way ; indulging, and perhaps increasing, her natural impe- riousuess of character, though it was his maxim that we can't chajige dispositions by meddling, and only make hypocrites of our children by -commanding them over-much. At length the time came when Mr. Esmond was to have done with the affairs of this life, and he laid them down as if glad to be rid of their burthen. We must not ring in an. opening history with tolling bcdls, or preface it with a funeral sermon. All who read and heard that ■discourse, wondered where Parson Broadbent of James-town, found the eloc[uence and the Latin which adorned it. Perhaps Mr. Dempster knew, the boy's Scotch tutor, who corrected the proofs of the oration, which was printed, by desire of his Excellency and many persons of honour, at Mr. Franklin's press in Philadelphia. Xo such sumptuous funeral had ever been seen in the country as that which Madam Esmond Warrington ordained for her father, who would have been the first to smile at that pompous grief. The little lads of Castlewood, almost smothered in black trains and hatbands, headed the procession, and weie followed by my Lord Fairfax from Greenway Court, by his Excel- lency the Governor of Virginia (with his coach), by the Randolphs, the Careys, the Harrisons, the Washingtons, and many others, for the whole county esteemed the departed gentleman, whose goodness, whoso high talents, whose benevolence and unobtrusive urbanity had earned for him the just respect of his neighbours. When informed of the event, the family of Colonel Esmond's stepson, the Lord Castlewood of Hampshire in Er gland, asked to be at the charges of the marble slab which recorded the names and virtues of his lordship's mother and her husband ; and after due time of preparation, the monument was set up, exhibiting the arms and coronet of the Esmonds, supported by a little chubby group of weeping cherubs, and reciting an epitaph which for -once did not tell any falsehoods. 24 .TIIE \•IRGI^'1AX; CHAPTEE IV. IN -WHIG II HAEET TIXDS A. XEW EELATIVE. K.TND friends, neighbours hospitable, cordial, even respectful, — an ancient name, a large estate and a sufficient fortune, a comfortable home, supplied with all the necessaries and many of the luxuries of life, and a troop of servants, black and white, eager to do your bidding; good health, affectionate children, and, let us humbly add, a good cook, cellar, and library — ought not a person in the possession of all these benefits to be considered very decently happy ? Madam Esmond Warrington pos- sessed all these causes for happiness ; she reminded herself of them daily in her morning and evening prayers. She was scrupulous in her devotions, good to the poor, never knowingly did any body a wrong. Yonder 1 fancy her enthroned in her principality of Castlewood, the country gentle-folks paying her court, the sons dutiful to her, the domestics tumbling over each other's black heels to do her bidding, the poor whites grateful for her bounty and implicitly taking her doses when they were ill, the smaller gentry always acquiescing in her remarks, and for ever letting her win at backgammon — well, with all these benefits, which are more sure than fate allots to most mortals, I don't think the little Princess Pocahontas, as she was called, was to be envied in the midst of her dominions. The Princess's husband, who was cut off in early life, was as well perhaps out of the way. Had he survived his marriage by many years, they would have quarrelled fiercely, or, he would infallibly have been a henpecked husband, of which sort there were a few specimens still extant a hundred years ago. The truth is, little Madam Esmond never came near man or woman, but she tried to domineer over them. If people obeyed, she was their very good friend; if they resisted, she fought and fought until she or they gave in. We are all miserable sinners : that's a fact we acknowledge in public every Sunday — no one announced it in a more clear resolute voice than the little lady. As a mortal, she may have been in the wrong, of course ; only she very seldom acknowledged the circumstance to herself, and to others never. Her father, in his old age, used to watch her freaks of despotism, haughtiness, and stubbornness, and amuse himself with them. She felt that his eye was upon her ; his humour, of which quality she possessed little herself, subdued and bewildered her. But, the Colonel gone, there was nobody else whom she was disposed to obey,— and so 1 am rather glad for my part that I did not live a hundred years ago at Castlewood in Westmorland County in Virginia. 1 fancy, one would not have been too happy there. Happy, who is happy ? Was not there a serpent in Paradise itself, and if Eve had been perfectly happy beforehand, would she have listened to him P THE YIRGIXIAXS. 25 The management of the house of Castlewood had been in the hands of the active little lady long before the Colonel slept the sleep of the just. She now exercised a rigid supervision over the estate ; dismissed Colonel Esmond's English factor and employed a new one ; built, improved, planted, grew tobacco, appointed a new overseer, and imported a new tutor. Much as she loved her father, there were some of hisi maxims by which she was not inclined to abide. Had she not obeyed her Papa and Mamma during all their lives, as a dutiful daughter should ? So ought all children to obey their parents, that their days might be long in the land. The little Q,neen domineered over her little dominion, and the Princes her sons were only her first subjects. Ere long she discontinued her husband's name of Warrington and went by the name of "Madam Esmond in the country. Her family pretensions were known there. She had no objection to talk of the Marquis's title which King James had given to her father and grandfather. Her Papa's enormous magnanimity might induce him to give up his titles and rank to the younger branch of the family, and to her half-brother, my Lord Castlewood and his children ; but she and her sons were of the elder branch of the Esmonds, and she expected that they should be treated accordingly. Lord Fairfax was the only gentleman in the colony of Virginia, to whom she would allow precedence over her. She insisted on the pas before all Lieutenant-Governors' and Judges' ladies ; before the wife of the Grovernor of a colony she would, of course, yifild as to the representative of the Sovereign. Accounts are extant, in the family papers and letters, of one or two tremendous battles which Madam fought with the wives of colonial dignitaries upon these questions of etiquette. As for her husband's family of Warrington, they were as naught in her eyes. She married an English baronet's younger son out of Norfolk to please her parents, whom she was always bound to obey. At the early age at which she married — a chit out of a boarding-school — she would have jumped overboard if her Papa had ordered. " And that is always the way with the Esmonds," she said. The English Warringtons were not over-much flattered by the little American Princess's behaviour to them, and her manner of speaking about them. Once a-year a solemn letter used to be addressed to the Warrington family, and to her noble kinsmen the Hampshire Esmonds ; but a Judge's lady with whom Madam Esmond had quarrelled returning to England out of Virginia chanced to meet Lady Warrington, who was in London with Sir Miles attending Parliament, and this person repeated some of the speeches which the Princess Pocahontas was in the habit of making regarding her own and her husband's English relatives, and my Lady Warrington, I suppose, carried the story to my Lady Castlewood ; after which the letters from Virginia were not an- swered, to the surprise and wrath of Madam Esmond, who speedily left off' writing also. So this good woman fell out with her neighbours, with her relatives^ and, as it must be owned, with her sons also. 26 THE YIllGIXIANS. A very early difference whioh. occurred between the Q/Ueen and Crown Prince arose out of the dismissal of Mr. Dempster, the lad's tutor and the late Colonel's secretary. In her father's life Madam Esmond bore him with difficulty, or it should be rather said Mr. Dempster oould scarce put up with her. She was jealous of books somehow, and thought your book-worms dangerous folks, insinuating bad principles. She had heard that Dempster was a Jesuit in disguise, and the poor fellow was obliged to go build himself a cabin in a clearing, and teach school and practise medicine where he could find customers among the sparse inhabitants of the province. ' Master George vowed he never would forsake his old tutor, and kept his promise. Harry had always loved fishing and sporting better than books, and he and the poor Dominie had never been on terms of close intimacy. Another cause of dispute presently ensued. By the death of an aunt, and at his father's demise, the heirs of Mr. George Warrington became entitled to a sum of six thousand pounds, of which their mother was one of the trustees. She never could be made to understand that she was not the proprietor, and not merely the trustee of this money ; and was furious with the London lawyer, the other trustee, who refused to send it over at her order. '' Is not all I have my sons' ? " she cried, '* and would I not cut myself into little pieces to serve them? "With the six thousand pounds I would have bought Mr. Boulter's estate and negroes, which would have given us a good thousand pounds a-year, and made a handsome provision for my Harry." Her young friend and neighbour, Mr. Washington of Mount Vernon, could not convince her that the London agent was right, and must not give up his trust except to those for whom he held it. Madam Esmond gave the London lawyer a piece of her mind, and, I am sorry to say, informed Mr. Draper that he was an insolent petti- fogger, and deserved to be punished for doubting the honour of a mother and an Esmond. It must be owned that the Virginian Princess had a temper of her own. George Esmond, her first-born, when this little matter was referred to him, and his mother vehemently insisted that he should declare himself, was of the opinion of Mr. Washington, and Mr. Draper, the London lawyer. The boy said he could not help himself. He did not want the money : he would be very glad to think otherwise, and to give the money to his mother, if he had the power. But Madam Esmond would not hear any of these reasons. Feelings were her reasons. Here was a chance of making Harry's fortune' — dear Harry, who was left with such a slender younger brother's pittance — and the wretches in London would not help him; his own brother, who inherited all her Papa's estate, would not help him. To think of a child of hers being so mean at fourteen years of age ! «S:c., &c. Add tears, scorn, frequent inuendo, long estrangement, bitter outbreak, passionate appeals to Heaven, and the like, and we may fancy the widow's state of mind. Are there not beloved beings of the gentler sex who argue in the same THE YIRGINIAXS. 27 way now-a-days ? The book of female logic is blotted ail over with tears, and Justice in their courts is for ever in a passion. This occurrence set the widow resolutely saving for her younger son, for whom, as in duty bound, she was eager to make a portion. The fine buildings were stopped which the Colonel had commenced at Castlewood, who had freighted ships from New York with Dutch bricks, and imported, at great charges, mantelpieces, carved cornice-work, sashes and glass, carpets and costly upholstery from home. No more books were bought. The agent had orders to discontinue sending wine. Lladam Esmond deeply regretted the expense of a fine carriage which she had had from England, and only rode in it to church groaning in spirit, and crying to the sons opposite her, " Harry Harry ! I wish I had put by the moiiey for thee, my poor portionless child — three hundred and eighty guineas of ready money to Messieurs Hatchett ! " *' You will give me plenty while you live, and George will give me plenty when you die," says Harry, gaily. " Not unless he changes in sjyint, my dear," says the lady, with a grim glance at her elder boy. " Not unless heaven softens his heart and teaches him charitij^ for which I pray day and night ; as Mountain knows ; do you not, Mountain ?" Mrs. Mountain, Ensign Mountain's widow, Madam Esmond's com- panion and manager, who took the fourth seat in the family coach on these Sundays, said, "Humph! I know you are always disturbing yourself and crying out about this legacy, and I don't see that there is any need." '* no ! no need !" cries the widow, rustling in her silks ; "of course I have no need to be disturbed, because my eldest born is a disoheclient son and an unkind brother — because he has an estate, and my poor Harry, bless him, but a mess of pot age." Greorge looked despairingly at his mother until he could see her no more for eyes welled up with tears. " I wish you would bless me, too, O my mother!" he said, and burst into a passionate fit of weeping. Harry's arms were in a moment round his brother's neck, and he kissed Oeorge a score of times. "Never mind, George. 7 know whether you are a good brother or not. Don't mind what she says. She don't mean it." " I f/o mean it, child," cries the mother. " AYould to Heaven " " Hold totje toxgtje, I say!" roars out Harry. "It's a shame to speak so to him, ma'am." "And so it is, Harry," says Mrs. Mountain, shaking his hand. " You never said a truer word in your life." " Mrs. Mountain, do you dare to set my children against me ?" cries the widow. " Erom this very day, madam " " Turn me and my child into the street ? Do," says Mrs. Mountain. "That will be a fine revenge because the English lawyer won't give you the boy's money. Eind another companion who will tell you black is white, and fl.atter you : it is not my way, madam. "VYhen shall I go ? 28 THE VIRGIXIAXS. I shan't be long a-packing. I did not bring much into Castlewood House, and I shall not take much out." "Hush! the bells are ringing for church, Mountain. Let us try, if you please, and compose ourselves," said the widow, and she looked with eyes of extreme affection, certainly at one— perhaps at both— of her children. George kept his head down, and Harry, who was near, got quite close to him during the sermon, and sate with his arm round his brother's neck, Harry had proceeded in his narrative after his own fashion, inter- spersing it with many youthful ejaculations, and answering a number of incidental questions asked by his listener. The old lady seemed never tired of hearing him. Her amiable hostess and her daughters came more than once, to ask if she would ride, or walk, or take a dish of tea, (!>r play a game at cards ; but all these amusements Madame Bernstein declined, saying that she found infinite amusement in Harry's conver- sation. Especially when any of the Castlewood family were present, she redoubled her caresses, insisted upon the lad speaking close to her ear, and would call out to the others, **Hush, my dears! I can't hear our cousin speak." And they would quit the room, striving still to look pleased. "Are you my cousin, too?" asked the honest boy. "You seem kinder than my other cousins." Their talk took place in the wainscoted parlour, where the family had taken their meals in ordinary for at least two centuries past, and which, as we have said, was hung with portraits of the race. Over Madam Bernstein's great chair was a Kneller, one of the most brilliant pictures of the gallery, representing a young lady of three or four and twenty, in the easy flowing dress and loose robes of Queen Anne's *-ime — a hand on a cushion near her, a quantity of auburn hair, parted off a fair forehead, and flowing over pearly shoulders and a lovely neck. Under this sprightly picture the lady sate with her knitting- jieedles. When Harry asked, "Are you my cousin, too?" she said, "Thatpicture is by Sir Godfrey, who thought himself the greatest painter in the world. But he was not so good as Lely, who painted your grandmother — my — my Lady Castlewood, Colonel Esmond's wife ; nor he so good as Sir Anthony Yan Dyck, who painted your great-grandfather, yonder — and who looks, Harry, a much finer gentleman than he was. Some of us are painted blacker than we are. Did you recognise your grandmother in that picture ? She had the loveliest fair hair and shape of any woman of her time." " I fancied I knew the portrait from instinct, perhaps, and a certain likeness to my mother." "Did Mrs. Warrington — I beg her pardon, I think she calls herseli Madam or my Lady Esmond now . . . ? " " They call my mother so in our province, " said the boy. THE YIRGIXIAXS. 29 '* Did she never tell yon of another daughter her mother had in England, before she married your grandfather ?" " She never spoke of one." " Nor your grandfather ? " " Never. But in his picture-books, -which he constantly made for us children, he used to draw a head very like that above your Ladyship. That, and Viscount Francis, and Xing James III., he drew a score of times, I am sure." "And the picture over me reminds you of no one, Harry ? " "Ko, indeed." " Ah ! Here is a sermon ! " says the lady, -with a sigh. ** Harry, that was my face e^ce — yes, it was — and then I was called Reatriv Esinonf]- And your moiher is my half-sister, child, and she has never even mentioned my name I " CHAPTER V. FAilILT JAES. As Harry Warrington related to his new-found relative the simple story of his adventures at home, no doubt Madam Bernstein, who possessed a great sense of humour and a remarkable knowledge of the world, formed her judgment respecting the persons and events described ; and if her opinion was not in all respects favourable, what can be said but that men and women are iraperi'ect, and human life not entirely pleasant or profitable ? The court and city-bred lady recoiled at the mere thought of her American sister's countryfied existence. Such a life would be rather wearisome to most city-bred ladies. But little Madam "Warrington knew no better, and was satisfied with her life, as indeed she was with herself in general. Because you and I are epicures or dainty feeders, it docs not follow that Hodge is miserable with his homely meal of bread and bacon. Madam Warrington had a life of duties and employments which might be hum-drum, but at any rate were pleasant to her. She was a brisk little woman of business, and all the affairs of her large estate came under her cognisance. No pie was baked at Castle wood but her little finger was in it. She set the maids to their spinning, she saw the kitchen wenches at their work, she trotted a- field on her pony, and oversaw the overseers and the negro hands as they worked in the tobacco and corn-fields. If a slave was ill, she would go to his quarters in any weather, and doctor him with great resolution. She had a book full of receipts after the old fashion, and a closet where she distilled waters and compounded elixirs, and a medicine-chest which was the terror of her neighbours. They trembled to be ill, lest the little lady should be upon them with her decoctions and her pills. A hundred years back there were scarce any towns in Virginia ; tha so THE VIRGINIANS. establishments of the gentry were little Tillages in which they and their vassals dwelt. Eachel Esmond ruled like a little queen in Castlewood ; the princes, her neighbours governed their estates round about. Many of these were rather needy potentates, living plentifully but in the roughest fashion, having numerous domestics whose liveries were often ragged ; keeping open houses, and turning away no stranger from their gates ; proud, idle, fond of all sorts of field sports as became gentlemen of good lineage. The widow of Castlewood was as hospitable as her neigh- bours, and a' better economist than most of them. More thai#one, no doubt, would have had no objection to share her life interest in the estate, and supply the place of papa to her boys. But where was the man good enough for a person of her ladyship's exalted birth ? Thj|re was a talk of making the Duke of Cumberland viceroy, or even king, over America. Madam Warrington's gossips laughed, and said she was waiting for him. She remarked, with much gravity and dignity, that persons of as high birth as his Eoyal Highness had made offers of alliance to the Esmond family. Slie had, as lieutenant under her, an officer's widow who has been before named, and who had been Madam Esmond's companion at school, as her late husband had been the regimental friend of the late Mr. Warrington. When the English girls at the Kensington Academy, •where Rachel Esmond had her education, teased and tortured the little American stranger, and laughed at the princified airs which she gave herself from a very early age, Fanny Parker defended and befriended her. They both married ensigns in Kingsley's. They became tenderly attached to each other. It was " my Fanny " and " my Eachel " in the letters of the young ladies. Then, my Fanny's husband died in sad out- at-elbowed circumstances, leaving no provision for his widow and her infant ; and, in one of his annual voyages. Captain Franks brought over Mrs. Mountain, in the Young llachel, to Virginian There was plenty of room in Castlewood House, and Mrs. Mountain served to enliven the place. She played cards with the mistress : slie had some knowledge of music, and could help the eldest boy in that way : she laughed and was pleased with the guests : she saw to the strangers' ehambers, and presided over the presses and the linen. She was a kind, brisk, jolly looking widow, and more than one unmarried gentleman of the colony asked her to change her name for his own. But she chose to keep that of Mountain, though, and perhaps because, it had brought her no good fortune. One marriage was enough for her she said. Mr. Mountain had amiably spent her little fortune and his own. Her last trinkets went to pay his funeral ; and, as long as Madam Warrington would keep her at Castlewood, she preferred a home without a husband to any which as yet had been offered to her in Virginia. The two ladies quarrelled plentifully ; but they loved each other : they made up their differences : they fell out again to be reconciled presently. When either of the boys was ill, each lady vied with the other in maternal tenderness ind care. In his last days and illness, Mrs. Mountain's cheerfulness THE Vir.GIXIAXS. 31 and kindness had been greatly appreciated by the Colonel, whose memory Madam Warrington regarded more than that of any living person. So that, year after year, when Captain Franks wonld ask Mrs. Mountain, in his pleasant way, whether she was going back with him that voyage ? she would decline, and say that she proposed to stay a year more. And when suitors came to Madam Warrington, as come they would, she would receive their compliments and attentions kindly enough, and asked more than one of these lovers whether it was Mrs. Mountain he came af^er ? She would use her best offices with Mountain. Fanny was the best creature, was of a good English family, and would make any gentleman happy. Did the Squire declare it was to her and not her dependent that he paid his addresses ? she would make him her gravest curtsey, say that she really had been utterly mistaken as to his views, and let him know that the daughter of the Marquis of Esmond lived for her people and her sons, and did not propose to change her condition. Have we not read how Q,ueen Elizabeth was a perfectly sensible woman of business, and was pleased to inspire not only terror and awe, but love in the bosoms of her subjects ? So the little Virginian princess had her favourites, and accepted their flatteries, and grew tired of them, and was cruel or kind to them as suited her wayward imperial humour. There was no amount of compliment which she would not graciously receive and take as her due. Her little foible was so well known that the wags used to practise upon it. Eattling Jack Firebrace of Henrico county had free quarters for months at Castlewood, and was a prime favourite with the lady there, because he addressed verses to her which he stole out of the pocket-books. Tom Humbold of Spotsylvania wagered fifty hogsheads against five that he would make her institute an order of knighthood, and won his wager. The elder boy saw these freaks and oddities of his good mother's disposition, and chafed and raged at them privately. From very early days he revolted when flatteries and compliments were paid to the little lady, and strove to expose them with his juveni'ie satire ; so that his mother would say gravely, *' The Esmonds were always of a jealous disposition, and my poor boy takes after my father and mother in this." George hated Jack Firebrace and Tom Humbold, and all their like ; whereas Harry went out sporting with them, and fowling, and fishing, and cockfighting, and enjoyed all the fun of the country. One winter, after their first tutor had been dismissed, Madam Esmond took , them to Williamsburg, for such education as the schools and college there afi'orded, and there it was the fortune ot the family to listen to the preaching of the famous Mr. Whitfield, who had come into Virginia, where the habits and preaching of the established clergy were not very edifying. Unlike many of the neighbouring provinces, V^irgmia was a Church of England colony : the clergymen were paid by the State and had glebes allotted to them ; and, there being no Church of England bishop as yet in America, the colonists were obliged to import their divines from the mother- country. Such as came were not, naturally, ot 32 THE VIRGIXIAN3. the very best or most eloquent kind of pastors. Noblemen's hangers-on, insolvent parsons who had quarrelled with justice or the bailiif, brought their stained cassocks into the colony in the hopes of finding a living there. No wonder that Whitfield's great voice stirred those whom harmless Mr. Broadbeut, the William "^burg chaplain, never could awaken. At first the boys were as much excited as their mother by Mr. Whitfield : they sang hymns, and listened to him with fervour, and, could he have remained long enough among them, Harry and George had both worn black coats probably instead of epaulettes. The simple boys communicated their experiences to one another, and were on the daily and nightly look out for the sacred " call," in tlie hope or the possession of which such a vast multitude of Protestant England was thrilling at the time. - But Mr. Whitfield could not stay always with the little congregation of Williamsburg. His mission was to enlighten the whole benighted people of the Church, and from the East to the West to trumpet the truth and bid slumbering sinners awaken. However, he comforted the widow with precious letters, and promised to send her a tutor for her sons who should be capable of teaching them not only profane learning, but of strengthening and confirming them in science much more precious. In due course, a chosen vessel arrived from Eugland. Young Mr. Ward had a voice as loud as Mr. Whitfield's, and could talk almost as readily and for as long a time. Night and evening the hall sounded with his exhortations. The domestic negroes crept to the doors to listen to him. Other servants darkened the porch windows with their crisp heads to hear him discourse. It was over the black sheep of the Castle- wood flock that Mr. Ward somehow had the most influence. These woolly lamblings were immensely affected by his exhortations, and, when he gave out the hymn, there was such a negro chorus about the house as might be heard across the Potomac — such a chorus as would never have been heard in the Colonel's time — for that worthy gentleman had a suspicion of all cassocks, and said he would never have any con- troversy with a clergyman but upon backgammon. Where money was wanted for charitable purposes no man was more ready, and the good, easy Virginian clergyman, who loved backgammon heartily, too, said that the worthy Colonel's charity must cover his other shortcomings. Ward was a handsome young man. His preaching pleased Madam Esmond from the first, and, I dare say, satisfied her as much as Mr. Whitfield's. Of course it cannot be the case at the present day when they are so finely educated, but women a hundred years ago, were credulous, eager to admire and believe, and apt to imagine all sorts of €xcellences in the object of their admiration. For weeks, nay, months, Madam Esmond was never tired ot hearing Mr. Ward's great glib voice and voluble common-places : and, according to her wont, she insisted that her neighbours should come and listen to him, and ordered them to be converted. Her young favourite, Mr. Washington, she was especially anxious to influence ; and again and again pressed hira to THE VIRGINIANS. coine and stay at Castle wood and benefit by the spiritual advantages there to be obtained. But that young gentleman found he had par- ticular business which called him home or away from home, and always ordered his horse of evenings, when the time was coming for Mr. "Ward's exercises. And — w^hat boys are just towards their pedagogue? — the twins grew speedily tired and even rebellious under their new teacher. They found him a bad scholar, a dull fellow, and ill-bred to boot. George knew much more Latin and Greek than his master, and caught him in perpetual blunders and false quantities. Harry, who could take much greater liberties than were allowed to his elder brother, mimicked "Ward's manner of eating and talking, so that Mrs. Mountain and even Madam Esmond were forced to laugh, and little Fanny Mountain would erow with delight. Madam Esmond would have found the fellow out for a vulgar quack but for her son's opposition, which she, on her part, opposed wdth her own indomitable will. " What matters whether he has more or less of profane learning ? " she asked ; '* in that which is most precious, Mr. "W. is able to be a teacher to all of us. What if his manners are a little rough ? Heaven does not choose its elect from among the great and wealthy. I wish you knew one book, children, as well as Mr. Ward does. It is your wicked pride — the pride of all the Esmonds — which prevents you from listening to him. Go down on your knees in your chamber and pray to be corrected of that dreadful fault." Ward's discourse that evening was about Naaman the Syrian, and the pride he had in his native rivers of Abana and Pharpar, which he vainly imagined to be superior to the healing waters of Jordan — the moral being, that he, Ward, was the keeper and guardian of the undoubted waters of Jordan, and that the unhappy, conceited boys must go to perdition unless they came to him. George now began to give way to a wicked sarcastic method, which, perhaps, he had inherited from his grandfather, and with which, when a quiet, skilful young person chooses to employ it, he can make a whole family uncomfortable. He took up Ward's pompous remarks and made jokes of them, so that that young divine chafed and almost choked over his great meals. He made Madam Esmond angry, and doubly so when he sent off Harry into fits of laughter. Her authority was defied, her officer scorned and insulted, her youngest child perverted, by the obsti- nate elder brother. She made a desperate and unhappy attempt to maintain her power. The boys were fourteen years of age, Harry being taller and much more advanced than his brother, who was delicate, and as yet almost child-like in stature and appearance. The haculine method was a quite common mode of argument in those da^^s. Serjeants, schoolmasters, slave- overseers, used the cane freely. Our little boys had been horsed many a day by Mr. Dempster, their Scotch tutor, in their grandfather's time ; and Harry, especially, had got to be quite accustomed to the practice, and made very light of it. But, in the interregnum after Colonel Esmond's death, the cane had been laid aside, and the youn;? D 84 THE YIEGINIANS. gentlemen of Castlewood had been allowed to have tlieir own way. Her own and her lieutenant's authority being now spurned by the youthful rebels, the unfortunate mother thought of restoring it by means of coercion. She took council of Mr. Ward. That athletic young peda- gogue could easily find chapter and verse to warrant the course whieK he wished to pursue — in fact, there was no doubt about the whole- someness of the practice in those days. He had begun by flattering tlie boys, finding a good berth and snug quarters at Castlewood, and hoping to remain there. But they laughed at his flattery, they scorned his bad manners, they yawned soon at his sermons ; the more their mother favoured him, the more they disliked him; and so the tutor and the pupils cordially hated each other. Mrs. Mountain, who was the boys' friend, especially George's friend, whom she thouglit unjustly treated by his mother, warned the lads to be prudent, and that some conspiracy was hatching against them. " Ward is more obsequious than ever to your mamma. It turns my stomach, it does, to hear him flatter, and to see him gobble — the odious wretch! You must be on your guard, my poor boys — you must learn your lessons, and not anger your tutor. A mischief will come, I know it will. Your mamma was talking about you to Mr. Washington the other day, when I came into the room. I don't like that Major Washington, you know I don't. Don't say — bounty! Master Harry. You always stand up for your friends, you do. The Major is very handsome and tall, and he may be very good^ hut he is much too old a young man for me. Bless you, my dears, the j|uantity of wild oats your father sowed and my own poor Mountain vv'hen they were Ensigns in Kingsley's, would fill sacks full! Show jje Mr. Washington's wild oats, I say — not a grain ! Well, I hap- pened to step in last Tuesday, when he was here with your mamma ; and I am sure they were talking about you, for he said, * Discipline is discipline, and must be preserved. There can be but one command in a- house, ma'am, and you must be the mistress of yours.' " *' The ver}^ words he used to me," cries Harry. "He told nre that he did not like to meddle with other folks' afiairs, but that our mother was very angry, dangerously angry, he said, and he begged me to obey Mr. Ward, and specially to press George to do so." "Let him manage his own house, not mine;" says George, very liaughtily. And the caution, far from benefitting him, only rendered the lad more supercilious and refractory. On the next day the storm broke, and vengeance fell on the little rebel's head. Words passed between George and Mr. Ward during the morning study. The boy was quite insubordinate and unjust ; even his faithful brother cried out, and owned that he was in the wrong. Mr. Ward kept his temper — to compress, bottle up, cork down, and prevent your anger from present furious explosion, is called keeping your temper — and .said ho should speak upon this business to Madam Esmond. AYlien the iamily met at dinner, Mr. Ward requested her ladyship to stay, and, teoiperately enough, laid the subject of dispute before her. THE YIRGIXIAXS. He asked Master Harry to confirm what he had said : and poor Harry was obliged to admit all the Dominie's statements. George, standing under his grandfather's portrait by the chimney, said haughtily that what Mr. Ward had said was perfectly correct. " To be a tutor to such a pupil is absurd," said Mr. Ward, making a long speech, interspersed with many of his usual Scripture phrases, at each of which, as they occurred, that wicked young George smiled, and pished scornfully, and at length Ward ended by asking her honour's leave to retire. *'Not before you have punished this wicked and disobedient child," said Madam Esmond, who had been gathering anger during Ward's harangue, and especially at her son's behaviour. " Punish ! " says George. " Yes, Sir, punish ! If means of love and entreaty fail, as they have with your proud heart, other means must be found to bring you to obedience. I punish you now, rebellious boy, to guard you from greater punishment hereafter. The discipline of this family must be maintained. There can be but one command in a Ijouse, and I must be the mistress of mine. You will punish this refractory boy, Mr. Ward, as we have agreed that you should do, and if there is the least resistance on his part, my overseer and servants will lend you aid." In some such words the widow no doubt must have spoken, but with many vehement Scriptural allusions, which it does not become this chronicler to copy. To be for ever applying to the Sacred Oracles, and accommodating their sentences to your purpose — to be for ever taking Heaven into your confidence about your private afiairs, and passionately calling for its interference in your family quarrels and difficulties — to be so familiar with its designs and schemes as to be able to threaten your neighbour with its thunders, and to know precisely its intentions regarding him and others who differ from your infallible opinion — this was the schooling which our simple widow had received from her im- ])etuous young spiritual guide, and I doubt whether it brought her much comfort. In the midst of his mother's harangue, in spite of it, perhaps, George Esmond felt he had been wrong. " There can be but one command in the house, and you must be mistress — I know who said those words before you," George said slowly, and looking very white — '* and — and I know, mother, that I have acted wrongly to Mr. Ward." "He owns it! He asks pardon!" cries Harry. ** That's right, George I That's enough, isn't it ? " " No, it is not enough ! " cried the little woman. " The disobedient boy must pay the penalty of his disobedience. When I was headstrong, as I sometimes was as a child before my spirit was changed and humbled, my mamma punished me, and I submitted. So must George. I desire you will do your duty, Mr. Ward." " Stop, mother! — you don't quite know what you are doing," George said, exceedingly agitated. 36' THE VIRGINIAXS. *• 1 know that he who spares the rod spoils the child, uiifrrateful "boy ! " says Madam Esmond, with more references of the same nature, w'hich George heard, looking very pale and desperate. Upon the mantelpiece, under the Colonel's portrait, stood a china- cup, by which the widow set great store, as her father had always been accustomed to drink from it. George suddenly took it, and a strange smile passed over his pale face. " Stay one minute. Don't go away yet," he cried to his mother, who was leaving the room. "You — you are very fond of this cup, mother ? " — and Harry looked at him, wondering. " If I broke it, it could never be mended, could it ? All the tinkers' rivets would not make it a whole cup again. My dear old grandpapa's cup ! I have been wrong. Mr. "Ward, I ask pardon. I will try and amend." The widow looked at her son indignantly, almost scornfully. " I thought," she said, " I thought an Esmond had been more of a man than to be afraid, and " — here she gave a little scream as Harry uttered an exclamation, and dashed forward with his hands stretched out towards his brother. George, after looking at the cup, raised it, opened his hand, and let it fall on the marble slab below him. Harry had tried in vain to catch it. "It is too late, Hal," George said. "You will never mend that again — never. Now, mother, I am ready, as it is your wish. Will you come and see whether I am afraid ? Mr. Ward, I am your servant. Your servant ? Your slave ! And the next time I meet Mr. Wash- ington, madam, I will thank him for the advice which he gave you." "I say, do your duty, sir! " cried Mrs. Esmond, stamping her littlo foot. And George, making a low bow to Mr. Ward, begged him to go first out of the room to the study. "Stop! For God's sake, mother, stop!" cried poor Hal. But passion was boiling in the little woman's heart, and she would not hear the boy's petition. " You only abet him, sir ! " she cried. "If I had to do it myself, it should be done ! " And Harry, with sadness and wrath in his countenance, left the room by the door through which Mr. Ward and his brother had just issued. The widow sank down on a great chair near it, and sat awhile vacantly looking at the fragments of the broken cup. Then she inclined her head towards the door — one of half-a-dozen of carved mahogany which the Colonel had brought from Europe. Eor a while there was silence : then a loud outcry, which made the poor mother start. In another minute Mr, Ward came out bleeding, from a great wound on his head, and behind him Harry, with flaring eyes, and brandishing a little couteau-de-chasse of his grandfather, which hung with others of the Colonel's weapons, on the Library wall. " I don't care. I did it," says Harry. " I couldn't see this fe.llow strike my brother ; and, as he lifted his hand, I flung the great rijler at him. I couldn't help it. I won't bear it j ; nl, if one Hits a haiid THE VIRGINIANS. 37 to me or my brother, I'll have his life," shouts Harry, brandishing the hanger. The widow gave a great gasp and a sigh, as she looked at the young champion and his victim. She must have suffered terribly during the few minutes of the boys' absence ; and the stripes which she imagined had been inflicted on the elder had smitten her own heart. She longed to take both boys to it. She was not angry now. Very likely she was delighted with, the thougbt of the younger's prowess and generosity. " You are a very naughty disobedient child," she said, in an exceedingly peaceable voice. *' My poor Mr. Ward ! What a rebel, to strike you! Papa's great ebony ruler, was it? Lay down that hanger, child. 'Twas General Webb gave it to my papa after the siege of Lille. Let me bathe your wound, my good Mr. Ward, and thank Heaven it was no worse. Mountain! Go fetch me some court-plaster out of the middle drawer in the japan cabinet. Here comes George. Put on your coat and waistcoat, child ! You were going to take your punish- ment, sir, and that is sufficient. Ask pardon, Harry, of good Mr. Ward, for your wicked rebellious spirit, — I do, with all my heart, I am sure. And guard against your passionate nature, child — and pray to be forgiven. My son, 0, my son ! " Here, with a burst of tears which she could no longer control, the little woman threw herself on the neck of her eldest born; whilst Harry, laying the hanger down, went up very feebly to Mr. Ward, and said, "Indeed, I ask j-our pardon, sir. I couldn't help it ; on my honour I couldn't ; nor bear to see my brother struck." The widow was scared, as after her embrace she looked up at George's pale face. In reply to her eager caresses, he coldly kissed her on the forehead, and separated from her. " You meant for the best, mother," he said, "and I was in the wrong. But the cup is broken; and all the king's horses and all the king's men cannot mend it. There — put the fair side outwards on the mantelpiece, and the wound will not show." Again Madam Esmond looked at the lad as he placed the fragments of the poor cup on the ledge where it had always been used to stand. Her power over him was gone. He had dominated her. She was not sorry for the defeat: for women like not only to conquer, but to be conquered ; and from that day the young gentleman was master at Castlewood. His mother admired him as he went up to Harry, gra- ciously and condescendingly gave Hal his band, and said, " Thank you, brother ! " as if be were a prince, and Harry a general wbo had helped him in a great battle. Then George went up to Mr. Ward, who was still piteously bathing his eye and forehead in the water. " I ask pardon for Hal's violence, sir," George said, in great state. " You see, though we are very young, we are gentlemen, and cannot brook an insult from strangers. I should have submitted, as it was mamma's desire ; but I am glad she no longer entertains it." 38 THE YIRGINIANS. "And pray, sir, who is to compensate mef" says Mr. Ward, "who is to repair the insult done to ?ne f " "We are very young," says George, with another of his old-fashioned bows: ""We shall be fifteen soon. Any compensation that is usual amongst gentlemen " . . . . "This, sir, to a minister of the word!" bawls out Ward, starting up, and who knew perfectly well the lads' skill in fence, having a score of times been foiled by the pair of them. "You are not a clergyman yet. We thought you might like to be considered as a gentleman. We did not know." " A gentleman ! I am a Christian, sir 1 " says Ward glaring furiously, and clenching his great fists. "Well, well, if you won't fight, why don't you forgive?" says Harry. "If you don't forgive, why don't you fight? That's what I call the horns of a dilemma;" and he laughed his frank, jolly laugh. But this was nothing to the laugh a few days afterwards, when, the quarrel having been patched up, along with poor Mr. Ward's eye, the unlucky tutor was holding forth according to his custom. He tried to preach the boys into respect for him, to reawaken the enthusiasm which the congregation had felt for him ; he wrestled with their manifest indifference, he implored Heaven to warm their cold hearts again, and to lift up those who were falling back. All was in vain. The widow wept no more at his harangues, was no longer excited by his loudest tropes and similes, nor appeared to be much frightened by the very hottest menaces with which he peppered his discourse. Nay, she pleaded head- ache, and would absent herself of an evening, on which occasion the remainder of the little congregation was very cold indeed. One day then, Ward, still making desperate efforts to get back his despised authority, was preaching on the beauty of subordination, the present lax spirit of the age, and the necessity of obeying our spiritual and temporal rulers. *' For why, my dear friends," he nobly asked (he was in the habit of asking immensely dull questions, and straightway answering them with corresponding platitudes) "why are governors appointed, but that we should be governed ? Why are tutors engaged, but that children should be taught?" (here a look at the boys). " Why are rulers " Here he paused, looking with a sad, puzzled face at the young gentlemen. He saw in their countenances the doable meaning of the unlucky word he had uttered, and stammered, and thumped the table with his fist. " Why, I say, are rulers " " Ilulers," says George, looking at Harry. " liulers ! " says Hal, putting his hand to his eye, where the poor tutor still bore marks of the late scuffle. Rulers, o-ho ! It was too much. The boys burst out in an explosion of laughter. Mrs. Mountain who was full of fun, could not help joining in the chorus; and little Fanny^ who had always behaved very demurely and silently at these THE VIRGINIANS. 39 ceremonies, crowed again, and clapped lier little hands at the others laughing, not in the least knowing the reason why. This could not be borne. Ward shut down the book before him ; in a few angry, but eloquent and manly words, said he would speak no more in that place ; and left Castlewood not in the least regretted by Madam Esmond, who had doted on him three months before. CHAPTER yi. THE TIllGINIANS BEGIN TO SEE THE WORLD. After the departure of her unfortunate spiritual adviser and chaplain, Madam Esmond and her son seemed to be quite reconciled ; but although George never spoke of the quarrel with his mother, it must have weighed upon the boy's mind very painfully, for he had a fever soon after the last recounted domestic occurrences, during which illness his brain once or twice wandered, when he shrieked out, "Broken ! Broken ! It never, never can be mended ! " to the silent terror of his mother, who sate watching the poor child as he tossed wakeful upon his midnight bed. His malady defied her skill, and increased in spite of all the nostrums Vr'hich the good widow kept in her closet and administered so freely to her people. She had to undergo another humiliation, and one day little Mr. Dempster beheld her at his door on horseback. She had ridden through the snow on her pony, to implore him to give his aid to her poor boy. " I shall bury my resentment, Madam," said he, " as your lady- ship buried your pride. Please God, I may be time enough to help my dear young pupil ! " So he put up his lancet, and his little provision of medicaments ; called his only negro-boy after him, shut up his lonely hut, and once more returned to Castlewood. That night and for some days afterwards it seemed very likely that poor Harry would become heir of Castlewood ; but by Mr. Dempster's skill the fever was got over, the intermittent attacks diminished in intensity, and George was restored almost to health again. A change of air, a voyage even to England was recommended, but the widow had quarrelled with her children's relatives there, and owned with contrition that she had been too hasty. A journey to the north and east was determined on, and the two young gentlemen, with Mr. Dempster as their tutor, and a couple of servants to attend them, took a voyage to New-York, and thence up the beautiful Hudson river to Albany, where they were received by the first gentry of the province, and thenca into the French provinces, where they had the best recommendations, and were hospitably entertained by the French gentry. Harry camped with the Indians, and took furs and shot bears. George, who never cared for field-sports, and whose health was still delicate, was a special favourite with the French ladies, who were accustomed to see 'Tery few young English gentlemen speaking the French language so 40 THE YIRGIXIAXS. readily as our young gentlemen. George especially perfected his accent so as to be able to pass for a Frenchman. Be had the hel air completely, every person allowed. He danced the minuet elegantly. He learned the latest imported French catches and songs, and played them beauti- fully on his violin, and would have sung them too but that his voice broke at this time, and changed from treble to bass ; and , to the envy of poor Harry, who was absent on a bear-hunt, he even had an affair of honour with a young ensign of the regiment of Auvergne, the Chevalier de la Jabotiere, whom he pinked in the shoulder, and with whom he afterwards swore an eternal friendship. Madame de Mouchy, the super- intendent's lady, said the mother was blest who had such a son, and ■wrote a complimentary letter to Madam Esmond upon Mr. George's behaviour. I fear, Mr. Whitfield would not have been over-pleased with the widow's elation on hearing of her son's prowess. "When the lads returned home at the end of ten delightful months, their mother was surprised at their growth and improvement. George especially was so grown as to come up to his younger-born brother. The boys could hardly be distinguished one from another, especially when their hair was powdered ; but that ceremony being too cumbrous for country-life, each of the gentlemen commonly wore his own hair, George his raven black, and Harry his light locks tied with a ribbon. The reader who has been so kind as to look over the first pages of the lad's simple biography, must have observed that Mr. George Esmond was of a jealous and suspicious disposition, most generous and gentle and incapable of an untruth, and though too magnanimous to revenge, almost incapable of forgiving any injury. George left home with no good will towards an honourable gentleman, whose name afterwards became one of the most famous in the world ; and he returned from his journey not in the least altered in his opinion of his mother's and grandfather's friend. Mr. Washington, though then but just of age, looked and felt much older. He always exhibited an extraordinary simplicity and gravity : he had managed his mother's and his family's affairs from a very early age, and was trusted by all his friends and the gentry of his county more respectfully than persons twice his senior. Mrs. Mountain, Madam Esmond's friend and companion, who dearly loved the two boys and her patroness, in spite of many quarrels with the latter, and daily threats of parting, was a most amusing droll letter- writer, and used to write to the two boys on their travels. Now, Mrs. Mountain was of a jealous turn likewise ; especially she had a great turn for match-making, and fancied that every body had a design to marry every body else. There scarce came an unmarried man to Castlewood but Mountain imagined the gentleman had an eye towards the mistress of the mansion. She was positive that odious Mr. Ward intended to make love to the widow, and pretty sure the latter liked him. She knew that Mr. Washington wanted to be married, was certain that such a shrewd young gentleman would look out for a rich wife, and as for the differences of ages, what matter that the Major THE VIRGINIANS. 41 (major "was his rank in the militia) was fifteen years younger than Madam Esmond? They were used to such marriages in the family; my lady her mother was how many years older than the Colonel when she married him ? — "When she married him and was so jealous that she never would let the poor Colonel out of her sight. The poor Colonel ! after his wife, he had been henpecked by his little daughter. And she would take after her mother, and marry again, be sure of that. ■ Madam was a little chit of a woman, not five feet in her highest head-dress and shoes, and Mr. Washington a great tall man of six feet two. Great tall men always married little chits of women : therefore, Mr. "VY, must be looking after the widow. What could be more clear than the deduction ? She communicated these sage """opinions to her boy, as she called George, who begged her for Heaven's sake to hold her tongue. This she said she could do, but she could not keep her eyes always shut; and she narrated a hundred circumstances which had occurred in the young gentleman's absence, and which tended, as she thought, to confirm her notions. Had Mountain imparted these pretty suspicions to his brother ? George asked sternly. No. George was her boy ; Harry was his mother's boy. " She likes him best, and I like you best, George," cries Mountain. "Besides, if I were to speak to him, he would tell your mother in a minute. Poor Harry can keep nothing quiet, and then there would be a pretty quarrel between Madam and me ! " " I beg you to keep this quiet. Mountain," said Mr. George with great dignity, "or you and I shall quarrel too. Neither to me nor to any one else in the world must you mention such an absurd suspicion." Absurd ! Why absurd ? Mr. Washington was constantly with the widow. His name was for ever in her mouth. She was never tired of pointing out his virtues and examples to her sons. She consulted him on every question respecting her estate and its management. She never bought a horse or sold a barrel of tobacco without his opinion. There was a room at Castle wood regularly called Mr. Washington's room. He actually leaves his clothes here and his portmanteau when he goes away. "Ah! George, George! One day will come when he wonH go away," groaned Mountain, who, of course, always returned to the subject of which she was forbidden to speak. Meanwhile Mr. George adopted towards his mother's favourite a frigid courtesy, at which the honest gentleman chafed but did not care to remonstrate, or a stinging sarcasm, which he would break through as he would burst through so many brambles on those hunting excursions in which he and Harry Warrington rode so constantly together; whilst George, retreating ta his tents, read mathematics, and French, and Latin, and sulked in his book-room more and more lonely. Harry was away from home with some other sporting friends (it is to be feared the young gentleman's acquaintances were not all as eligible 42 THE VIRGINIANS. as Mr. Washington), when the latter came to pay a visit at Castlewood. He was so peculiarly tender and kind to the mistress tliere, and received by her with such special cordiality, that Georo:e Warrington's jealousy had well nigh broken out in open rupture. But the visit was one of adieu, as it appeared. Major Washington was going on a long and dangerous journey, quite to the western Virginia frontier and beyond it. The French had been for some time past making inroads into our terri- tory. The government at home, as well as those of Virginia and Pennsylvania, were alarmed at this aggressive spirit of the Lords of Canada and Louisiana, Some of our settlers had already been driven from their holdings by Frenchmen in arms, and tlie governors of the British provinces were desirous to stop their incursions, or at any rate to protest against their invasion. We chose to hold our American colonies by a law that was at least convenient for its framers. The maxim was, that whoever possessed the coast had a right to all the territory inland as far as the Pacific ; so that the British charters only laid down the limits of the colonies from north to south, leaving them quite free from east to west. The French, meanwhile, had their colonies to the north and south, and aimed at con- necting them by the Mississippi and the St. Lawrence and the great intermediate lakes and waters lying to the westward of the British possessions. In the year 1748, though peace was signed between the two European kingdoms, the colonial question remained unsettled, to be opened again when either party should be strong enough to urge it. In the year 1753, it came to an issue, on the Ohio river, where the British and French settlers tnet. To be sure, there existed other people besides French and British, who thought they had a title to the territory about which the children of their White Fathers were battling, namely, the native Indians and proprietors of the soil. But the logicians of St. James's and Versailles wisely chose to consider the matter in dispute as a European and not a lled-man's question, eliminating him from the argument, but employing his tomahawk as it might serve the turn of either litigant. A company, called the Ohio company, having grants from the Virginia government of lands along that river, found themselves invaded in their settlements by French military detachments, wlio roughly ejected the Britons from their holdings. These latter applied for protection to Mr. Dinwiddle, Lieutenant- Grovernor of Virginia, who determined upon sending an ambassador to the French commanding officer on the Ohio, demanding that the French should desist from tlicir inroads upon the territories of his Majesty King George. Young Mr. Washington jumped eagerly at the chance of distinction which this service afforded him, and volunteered to leave his home and his rural and professional pursuits in Virginia, to carry the governor's message to the French officer. Taking a guide, an interpreter, and a few attendants, and following the Indian tracks in the fall of the year 1753, the intrepid young envoy made his way from Williamsburg almost THE VIEGINIANS. 43 to tlie shores of Lake Erie, and found the French commander at Fort le Boeuf. That officer's reply was brief: his orders were to hold the place and drive all the English from it. The French avowed their intention of taking possession of the Ohio. And with this rough answer the messenger from Virginia had to return through danger and difficulty, across lonely forest and frozen river, shaping his course by the compass, and camping at night in the snow by the forest fires. Harry Warrington cursed his ill-fortune that he had been absent from home on a cock-fight, when he might have had a chance of sport so much nobler ; and on his return from lus expedition, which he had conducted with an heroic energy and simplicity, Major Washington was a greater favourite than ever with the lady of Castlewood. She pointed him out as a model to both her sons. "Ah, Harry!" she would say, ^' think of you with your cock-fighting and your racing matches, and the Major away there in the wilderness, watching the French, and battling with the frozen rivers ! Ah, George ! learning may be a very good thing, but I wish my eldest son were doing something in the service of his country ! " "I desire no better than to go home and seek for employment, ma'am," says George. " You surely would not have me serve under Mr. Washington, in his new regiment, or ask a commission from Mr. Dinwiddie?" "An Esmond can only serve with the king's commission," says Madam, "and as for asking a favour from Mr. Lieutenant-Governor Dinwiddie, I would rather beg my bread." Mr. Washington was at this time raising such a regiment as, with the scanty pay and patronage of the Yirginian government, he could get together, and proposed, with the help of these men-of-war, to put a more peremptory veto upon the French invaders than the solitary ambassador had been enabled to lay. A small force under another officer, Colonel Trent, had been already despatched to the west, with orders to fortify themselves so as to be able to resist any attack of the enemy. The French troops, greatly outnumbering ours, came up with the English outposts, who were fortifying themselves at a place on the confines of Pennsylvania where the great city of Pittsburg now stands. A Virginian officer with but forty men was in no condition to resist twenty times that number of Canadians, who appeared before his incomplete works. He was suffered to draw back without molestation ; and the French, taking possession of his fort, strengthened it, and christened it by the name of the Canadian governor, Du Quesne. Up to this time no actual blow of war had been struck. The troops repre- senting the hostile nations were in presence — the guns were loaded, but no one as yet had cried " Fire." It was strange, that in a savage forest of Pennsylvania, a young Virginian officer should fire a shot, and waken up a war which was to last for sixty years, which was to cover his own country and pass into Europe, to cost France her American colonies, to sever ours from us, and create the great Western republic ; to rage over 41 THE VIRGINIANS. tlie Old World when extinguished in the New ; and, of all the myriads engaged in the vast contest, to leave the prize of the greatest fame with him who struck the first blow ! He little knew of the fate in store for him. A simple gentleman, anxious to serve his king and do his duty, he volunteered for the jfirst service, and executed it with admirable fidelity. In the ensuing year he took the command of the small body of provincial troops, with which he marched to repel the Frenchmen. He came up with their advanced guard and fired upon them, killing their leader. After this he had him- self to fall back with his troops, and was compelled to capitulate to the superior French force. On the. 4th of July, 1754, the Colonel marched out with his troops from the little fort where he had hastily entrenched himself (and which they called Fort Necessity), gave up the place to the conqueror, and took his way home. His command was over: his regiment disbanded after the fruitless, inglorious march and defeat. Saddened and humbled in spirit, the young officer presented himself after a while to his old friends at Castlewood. He was very young; before he set forth on his first campaign he may have indulged in exaggerated hopes of success, and uttered them. "I was angry when I parted from you," he said to George Warrington, holding out his hand, which the other eagerly took. "You seemed to scorn me and my regiment, George. I thought you laughed at us, and your ridiftule made me angry. I boasted too much of what we would do." "Nay, you have done your best, George," says the other, who quite forgot his previous jealousy in his old comrade's misfortune. "Every- body knows that a hundred and fifty starving men with scarce a round of ammunition left, could not face five times their number perfectly armed, and everybody who knows Mr. Washington knows that he would do his duty. Harry and I saw the French in Canada last year. They obey but one will : in our provinces each governor has his own. They were royal troops the French sent against you." . . . " but that some of ours were here !" cries Madam Esmond, tossing her head up. "I promise you a few good English regiments would make the white-coats run." "You think nothing of the provincials: and I must say nothing now we have been so unlucky," said the Colonel, gloomily. "You made much of me when I was here before. Don't you remember what victories you prophesied for me — how much I boasted myself very likely over your good wine ? All those fine dreams are over now. 'Tis kind of your ladyship to receive a poor beaten fellow as you do :" and the young- soldier hung down his head. George Warrington, with his extreme acute sensibility, was touched at the other's emotion and simple testimony of sorrow under defeat. He was about to say something friendly to Mr. Washington, had not his mother to whom the Colonel had been speaking, replied herself j "Kind of us to receive you, Colonel Washington!" said the widow. THE VIRGINIANS. 45 " I never heard that when men were unhappy, our sex were less their friends." And she made the Colonel a very fine curtsey, which straightway caused her son to he more jealous of him than ever. CHAPTEE VII. PREPARATIONS FOR WAR. Surely no man can have better claims to sympathy than bravery, youth, good looks, and misfortune. Madam Esmond might have had twenty sons, and yet had a right to admire her young soldier. Mr. Washington's room was more than ever Mr. Washington's room now. She raved about him and praised him in all companies. She more than ever pointed out his excellences to her sons ; contrasting his sterling qualities with Harry's love of pleasure (the wild boy!) and George's listless musings over his books. George was not disposed to like Mr. Washington any better for his mother's extravagant praises. He coaxed the jealous demon within him until he must have become a perfect pest to himself and all the friends round about him. He uttered jokes so deep that his simple mother did not know their meaning, but sato bewildered at his sarcasms, and powerless what to think of his moody, saturnine humour. Meanwhile, public events were occurring which were to influence the fortunes of all our homely family. The quarrel between the French and English North Americans from being a provincial, had grown to be a national, quarrel. Eeinforcements from France had already arrived in Canada; and English troops were expected in Virginia. "Alas! my dear friend!" wrote Madame la Presidente de Mouchy, from Quebec, to her young friend George Warrington. " How contrary is the destiny to us. I see you quitting the embrace of an adored mother to precipitate yourself in the arms of Bellona. I see you pass wounded after combats. I hesitate almost to wish victory to our lilies when I behold you ranged under the banners of the Leopard. There are enmities which, the heart does not recognise — ours assuredly are at peace among these tumults. All here love and salute you as well as Monsieur the Bear-hunter, your brother (that cold Hippolyte who preferred the chase to the soft conver- sation of our ladies!) Your friend, your enemy, the Chevalier de la Jabotiere burns to meet on the field of Mars his generous rival, M. Du Quesne spoke of you last night at supper^ M. Du Quesne, my husband, Bend afiectuous remembrances to their young friend, with which are ever joined those of your sincere Presidente de Mouchy, "The banner of the Leopard," of which George's fair correspondent wrote, was, indeed, flung out to the winds, and a number of the king's soldiers were rallied round it. It was resolved to wrest from the French 45 THE YIRGINIAXS. all the conquests they had made upon British dominion. A couple of regiments were raised and paid by the king in America, and a fleet with a couple more was despatched from home under an experienced com- mander. In February, 1755, Commodore Keppel, in the famous ship Centurion, in which Anso n had made bis voyage round the world, anchored in Hampton Roads with two ships of war under his com- mand, and having on board General Braddock, his staff, and a part of his troops. Mr. Braddock was appointed"^ the Duke. A hundred years ago the Duke of Cumberland was called The Dake par excellence in England — as another famous warrior has since been called. Not so great a Duke certainly was that first-named Prince as his party esteemed him, and surely not so bad a one as his enemies have painted him. A fleet of transports speedily followed Prince William's general, bringing stores, and men, and money in plenty. The great man landed his troops at Alexandria on the Potomac river^ and repaired to Annapolis in Maryland, where he ordered the governors of the different colonies to meet him in council, urging them each to call upon their respective provinces to help the common cause in this strait. The arrival of the General and his little army caused a mighty excite- ment all through the provinces, and nowhere greater than at Castlewood. Harry was off forthwith to see the troops under canvas at AlexandriOj. The sight of their lines delighted him, and the inspiring music of their fifes and drums. He speedily made acquaintance with the officers of both regiments; he longed to join in the expedition upon, which they were bound, and was a welcome guest at their mess. Madam Esmond was pleased that her sons should have an opportunity of enjoying the society of gentlemen of good fashion from England. She had no doubt their company was improving, that the English gentlemen were very different from the horse-racing, cock-fighting, Virginian squires, with whom Master Harry would associate, and the lawyers, and pettifoggers, and toad-eaters at the Lieutenant-Governor's table. Madam Esmond had a very keen eye for detecting flatterers in other- folks' houses. Against the little knot of official people at Williamsburg, she was especially satirical, and had no patience with their etiquettes and squabbles "for precedence. As for the company of the King's officers, Mr. Harry and his elder brother both smiled at their mamma's compliments to the elegance and propriety of the gentlemen of the camp. If the good lady had but known all, if she could but have heard their jokes and the songs which they sang over their wine and punch, if she could have seen the condi- tion of many of them as they were carried away to their lodgings, sha would scarce have been so ready to recommend their company to her sons. Men and officers swaggered the country round, and frightened the peaceful farm and village folk with their riot ; the General raved and stormed against his troops for their disorder ; against the provincials for their traitorous niggardliness ; the soldiers took possession almost as :nE TIUGIXIANS. A'l of a conquered country, they scorned the provincials, they insulted the wives even of their Indian allies, who had come to join the English warriors, upon their arrival in America, and to march with them against the French. The General was compelled to forbid the Indian women camp. Amazed and outraged, their husbands retired ; and but a few months afterwards their services were lost to him, when their aid would have been most precious. Some stories against the gentlemen of the camp, Madam Esmond might have heard, but she would have none of them. Soldiers would be soldiers, that everybody knew; those officers who came over to Castlewood on her son's invitation were most polite gentlemen, and such indeed was the case. The widow received them most graciously, and gave them the best sport the country afforded. Presently, the General himself sent polite messages to the mistress of Castlewood, His father had served with hers under the glorious Marlborough^ and Colonel Esmond's name was still known and respected in England. With her ladyship's permission, General Braddock would have the honour of waiting upon her at Castlewood, and paying his respects to the daughter of so meritorious an officer. If she had known the cause of Mr. Braddock's politeness, perhaps his compliments would not have charmed Madam Esmond so much. The Commander-in-Chief held levees at Alexandria, and among the gentry of the country, who paid him their respects, were our twins of Castle- wood, who mounted their best nags, took with them their last London suits, and, with their two negro-boys, in smart liveries behind them, rode in state to wait upon the great man. He was sulky and angry with , the provincial gentry, and scarce took any notice of the young gentle- men, only asking, casually, of his aide-de-camp at dinner, who the young Squire Gawkeys were in blue and gold and red waistcoats ? Mr. Dinwiddle, the Lieutenant-Governor of Virginia, the Agent from Pennsylvania, and a few more gentlemen, happened to be dining with his Excellency. *' 0! " said Mr. Dinwiddle, " those are the sons of the Princess Pocahontas," on which, with a tremendous oath, the General asked, " "Who the deuce was she ?" Diuwiddie, who did not love her, having indeed undergone a hundred pertnesses from the imperious little lady, now gave a disrespectful and ridiculous account of Madam Esmond, made merry with her pomposity and immense pretensions, and entertained General Braddock with anecdotes regarding her, until his Excellency fell asleep. When he woke, Dinwiddle was gone, but the Philadelphia gentleman was still at table, deep in conversation with the officers there present. The General took up the talk where it had been left when he fell asleep, and spoke of Madam Esmond in curt, disrespectful terms, such as soldiers were in the habit of using in those days ; and asking, again, what was the name of the old fool about whom Dinwiddle had been talking, he then broke into expressions of contempt and wrath against the gentry, and the country in general. 48 THE VIRGINIANS. Mr. Franklin of Philadelphia repeated the widow's name, took quite a different view of her character from that Mr. Dinwiddle had given, seemed to know a good deal about her, her father, and her estate ; as, indeed, he did about every man or subject which came under discussion ; explained to the General that Madam Esmond had beeves, and horses, and stores in plenty, which might be very useful at the present juncture, and recommended him to conciliate her by all means. The General had already made up his mind, that Mr. Franklin was a very shrewd, intelligent person, and graciously ordered an aide-de-camp to invite the two young men to the next day's dinner. "When they appeared he was very pleasant and good-natured ; the gentlemen of the General's family made much of them. The^^ behaved, as became persons of their name, with modesty and good breeding; they returned home delighted with their entertainment, nor was their mother less pleased at the civilities which his Excellency had shown to her boys. In. reply to Braddock's message, Madam Esmond penned a billet in her best style, acknow- ledging his politeness, and begging his Excellency to fix the time when she might have the honour to receive him at Castlewood. We may be sure that the arrival of the army and the approaching campaign formed the subject of continued conversation in the Castle- wood family. To make the campaign was the dearest wish of Harry's life. He dreamed only of war and battle; he was for ever with the officers at Williamsburg ; he scoured and cleaned and polished all the guns and swords in. the house; he renewed the amusements of his childhood, and had the negroes under arms. His mother, who had a gallant spirit, knew that the time was come when one of her boys must leave her and serve the king. She scarce dared to think on whom the lot should fall. She admired and respected the elder, but she felt that she loved the younger boy with all the passion of her heart. Eager as Harry was to be a soldier, and with all his thoughts bent on that glorious scheme, he too scarcely dared to touch on the subject nearest his heart. Once or twice when he ventured on it with George, the latter's countenance wore an ominous look. Harry had a feudal attach- ment for his elder brother, worshipped him with an extravagant regard, and in all things gave way to him as the chief. So Harry saw, to his infinite terror, how George, too, in his grave way, was occupied with military matters. George had the wars of Eugene and Marlborough down from his bookshelves, all the military books of his grandfather, and the most warlike of Plutarch's lives. He and Dempster were practising with the foils again. The old Scotchman was an adept in the military art, though soniewhat shy of saying where he learned it. Madam Esmond made her two boys the bearers of the letter in reply to his Excellency's message, accompanying her note with such large and handsome presents for the General's staff and the officers of the two Koyal fiegiments, as caused the General more than once to thank Mr. Franklin for having been the means of bringing this welcome ally THE VIRGINIANS. 49 into the camp. *' Would not one of the young gentlemen like to see the campaign ?" the General asked. " A friend of theirs, who often spoke of them — Mr. Washington, who had been unlucky in the affair of last year — had already promised to join him as aide-de-camp, and his Excellency would gladly take another young Virginian gentleman into his family." Harry's eyes brightened and his face flushed at this offer. *' He would like with all his heart to go !" he cried out. George said, looking hard at his younger brother, that one of them would be proud to attend his Excellency, whilst it would be the other's duty to take care of their mother at home. Harry allowed his senior to speak. His will was even still obedient to George's. However much he desired to go, he would not pronounce until George had declared himself. He longed so for the campaign, that the actual wish made him timid. He dared not speak on the matter as he went home with George. They rode for miles in silence, or strove to talk upon indifferent subjects ; each knowing what was passing in the other's mind, and afraid to bring the awful question to an issue. On their arrival at home the boys told their mother of General Braddock's offer. "I knew it must happen," she said; "at such a crisis in the country our family must come forward. Have you — have you settled yet which of you is to leave me ?" and she looked anxiously from one to another, dreading to hear either name. "The youngest ought to go, mother; of course I ought to go!" cries Harry, turning very red. " Of course, he ought," said Mrs. Mountain, who was present at their talk. " There ! Mountain says so ! I told you so I" again cries Harry, with a sidelong look at George. " The head of the family ought to go, mother," says George, sadly. " No ! no ! you are ill, and have never recovered your fever. Ought he to go. Mountain ?" " You would make the best soldier, I know that, deaiest Hal. You and George Washington are great friends, and could travel well together, and he does not care for me, nor I for him, however much he is admired in the family. But you see, 'tis the law of Honour^ my Harry." (He here spoke to his brother with a voice of extraordinary kindness and tenderness.) ** The grief I have had in this matter has been that I must refuse thee. I must go. Had Fate given you the benefit of that extra half-hour of life which I have had before you, it would have been your lot, and you would have claimed your right to go first, — you know you would." " Yes, George," said poor Harry, " I own I should." " You will stay at home, and take care of Castle wood and our mother. If anything happens to me, you are here to fill my place. I would like to give way, ray dear, as you, I know, would lay down your life to serve me. But each of us must do his duty. What would our grandfather say if he were here ?" 50 THE VIRGINIANS. The mother looked proudly at her two sons. " My papa would say that his boys were gentlemen," faltered Madam Esmond, and left the young men, not choosing, perhaps, to show the emotion which was filling her heart. It was speedily known amongst tlie servants that Mr. George was going on the campaign. Dinah, George's foster-mother, was loud in her lamentations at losing him ; Phillis, Harry's old nurse, was '<\s noisy because Master George, as usual, was preferred over Master Harry. Sady, George's servant, made preparations to follow his master, bragging incessantly of the deeds which he would do, while Gumbo, Harry's boy, pretended to whimper at being left behind, though, at home, Gumbo was anything but a fire-eater. But, of all in the house, Mrs. Mountain was the most angry at George's determination to go on the campaign. She had no patience with him. He did not know what he was doing by leaving home. She begged, implored, insisted that he should alter his determination ; and vowed that nothing but mischief would come from his departure. George was surprised at the pertinacity of the good lady's opposition. *' 1 know, Mountain," said he, '* that Harry would be the better soldier ; but, after all, to go is my duty." *' To stay is your duty !" says Mountain, with a stamp of her foot. '' Why, did not my mother own it when we talked of the matter just now?" '* Your mother!" says Mrs. Mountain, with a most gloomy, sardonic laugh ; *' your mother, my poor child !" ** What is the meaning of that mournful countenance, Mountain?" "It may be that your mother wishes you away, George!" Mrs. Mountain continued, wagging her head. " It may be, my poor deluded boy, that you will find a father-in-law when you come back." "What in heaven do you mean?" cried George, the blood rushing into his face. " Do you suppose I have no eyes, and cannot see what is going on? I tell you, child, that Colonel Washington wants a rich wife. When you are gone, he will ask your mother to marry him, and you will find him master here when you come back. That is why .you ought not to go away, you poor, unhappy, simple boy ! Don't you see how fond she is of him ? how much she makes of him ? how she is always holding him up to you, to .Harry, to everybody who comes here?" " But he is going on the campaign, too," cried George. ** He is going on the marrying campaign, child ! " insisted the widow. " Jfay ; General Braddock himself told me that Mr. Washington had accepted the appointment of aide-de-camp." " An artifice ! an artifice to blind you, my poor child ! " cries Moun- tain. " He will be wounded and come back — you will see if he does ]iot. I have proofs of what I say to you — ])roofs under his own hand — look here ! " And she took from her pocket a piece of paper in Mr. Washington's well-known handwriting. " How came you by this paper?" asked George, turning ghastly pale. THE VIEGINIANS. 51 ** I — I found it in the Major's chamber ! " says Mrs. Mountain, with a shamefaced look. " You read the private letters of p, guest staying in our liouse ?" cried George. " For shame ! I will not look at the paper." And he flung it from him on to the fire before him. " I could not help it, Greorge ; 'twas by chance, I give you my word, by the merest chance. You know Governor Dinwiddle is to have the Major's room, and the state-room is got ready for Mr. Braddock, and we are expecting ever so much company, and I had to take the things which the Major leaves here — he treats the house just as if it was his own already — into bis new room, and this half- sheet of paper fell out of his writing-book, and I just gave one look at it by the merest chance, and when I saw what it was it was my duty to read it." " you are a martyr to duty, Mountain ! " George said^ grimly. " I dare say Mrs. Bluebeard thought it was her duty to look through the key-hole." ** I never did look througb tbe key-bole, George. It's a shame you should say so ! I, who have watched, and tended, and nursed you, like a mother ; who have sate up whole weeks witb you in fevers, and carried you from your bed to the sofa in these arms. There, sir, I don't want you there now. My dear Mountain, indeed ! Don't tell me ! Y'"ou fly into a passion, and call names, and wound my feelings, who have loved you like your mother — like your mother ? — I only hope she may love you half as well. I say you are all ungrateful. My Mr. Mountain was a wretch, and every one of you is as bad." There was but a smouldering log or two in the fire-place, and no doubt Mountain saw that the paper was in no danger as it lay amongst the ashes, or she would have seized it at the risk of burning her own fingers, and ere she uttered the above passionate defence of her conduct. Perhaps George was absorbed in his dismal thoughts ; perhaps his jealousy overpowered him, for he did not resist any further when she stooped down and picked up the paper. "You should thank your stars, child, that I saved the letter," cried she. *' See ! here' are his own words, in his great big handwriting like a clerk. It was not my fault tbat he wrote them, or that I found them. Kead for yourself, I say, George "Warrington, and be thankful that your poor dear old Mounty is watching over you." Every word and letter upon the unlucky paper was perfectly clear. George's eyes could not help taking in the contents of the document before him. *' Not a word of this, Mountain," he said, giving her a frightful look. *' I— I will return this paper to Mr. Washington." Mountain was scared at his face, at the idea of what she had done, and what might ensue. When his mother, with alarm in her counte- nance, asked him at dinner what ailed him that he looked so pale ? *' Do you suppose, madam ? " says he, filling himself a great bumper of wine, '* that to leave such a tender mother as you does not cause me cruel grief ? " s2 52 THE VIRGIXIAXS. The good lady could not understand his words, his strarge, fierce, looks, and stranger laugliter. He bantered all at the table ; called to the servants and laughed at them, and drank more and more. Each time the door was opened, he turned towards it : and so did Mountain, with a guilty notion that Mr. Washington would step in. CHAPTER yill. IN WHICH GEOEGE SUFEERS FRO:^: A COMMON DISEASE. On the day appointed for Madam Esmond's entertainment to the General, the house of Castlewood was set out with the greatest splendour; and Madam Esmond arrayed herself in a much more magnificent dress than she was accustomed to wear. Indeed, she wished to do every honour to her guest, and to make the entertainment — 'which in reality was a sad one to her — as pleasant as might be for her company. The General's new aide-de-camp was the first to arrive. The widow received him in the covered gallery before the house. He dismounted at the steps, and his servants led away his horses to the well-known quarters. No young gentleman in the colony was better mounted or a better horse- man than Mr. Washington. For awhile ere the Major retired to divest himself of his riding-boots, he and his hostess paced the gallery in talk. She had much to say to him ; she had to hear from him a confirmation of his own appointment as aide-de-camp to General Braddock, and to speak of her son's ap- proaching departure. The negro- servants bearing the dishes for the approaching feast were passing perpetually as they talked. They de- scended the steps down to the rough lawn in front of the house, and paced awhile in the shade. Mr. Washington announced his Excellency's speedy approach, with Mr. Franklin of Pennsylvania in his coach. This Mr. Franklin had been a common printer's boy, Mrs. Esmond had heard; a pretty pass things were coming to when such persons rode in the coach of the Commander-in-Chief! Mr. Washington said, a more shrewd and sensible gentleman never rode in coach or walked on foot. Mrs. Esmond thought the Major was too liberally disposed towards this gentleman ; but Mr. Washington stoutly maintained against the widow that the printer was a most ingenious, useful, and meritorious man. *' I am glad, at least, that as my boy is going to make the campaign, he will not be with tradesmen, but with gentlemen, with gentlemen of honour and fashion," says Madam Esmond, in her most stately manner. Mr. Washington had seen the gentlemen of honour and fashion over their cups, and perhaps thought that all their sayings and doings were not precisely such as would tend to instruct or edify a young man on hia entrance into life ; but he wisely chose to tell no tales out of school, THE VIRGINIANS. 53 and said that Harry and George, now they were coming into the world, must take their share of good and bad, and hear what both sorts had to say. *' To be with a veteran officer of the finest army in the world," faltered the widow ; ** with gentlemen who have been bred in the midst of the Court ; with friends of his Eoyal Highness the Duke " The widow's friend only inclined his head. He did not choose to allow his countenance to depart from its usual handsome gravity. ** And with you, dear Colonel Wasliington, by whom my father always set such store. You don't know how much he trusted in you. You will take care of my boy, sir, will not you ? You are but five years older, yet I trust to you more than to his seniors : my father always told the children, I alway bade them, to look up to Mr. Washington." "You know I would have done anything to win Colonel Esmond's favour. Madam, how much would I not venture to merit his daugh- ter's?" The gentleman bowed with not too ill a grace. The lady blushed, and dropped one of the lowest curtsies. (Madam Esmond's curtsey was considered unrivalled over the whole province.) " Mr. Washington," she said, " will be always sure of a mother's affection, whilst he gives so much of his to her children." And so saying she gave him her hand, which he kissed with profound politeness. The little lady pre- sently re-entered her mansion, leaning upon the tall young ofiicer's arm. Here they were joined by Greorge, who came to them, accurately powdered and richly attired, saluting his parent and his friend alike with low and respectful bows. Now- a- days, a young man walks into his mother's room with hob-nailed high-lows, and a wide-awake on his tead ; and instead of making her a bow, puffs a cigar into her face. But George, though he made the lowest possible bow to Mr. Wash- ington and his mother, was by no means in good humour with either of them. A polite smile played round the lower part of his countenance, whilst watchfulness and wrath glared out from the two upper windows. What had been said or done ? Nothing that might not have been performed or uttered before the most decent, polite, or pious company. Why then should Madam Esmond continue to blush, and the brave Colonel to look somewhat red, as he shook his young friend's hand. The Colonel asked Mr. George if he had had good sport ? " No," says George, curtly. ** Have you?'* And then he looked at the picture of his father, which hung in the parlour. The Colonel, not a talkative man ordinarily, straightway entered into a long description of his sport, and described where he had been in the morning, and what woods he had hunted with the king's officers ; how many birds they had shot, and what game they had brought down. Though not a jocular man ordinarily, the Colonel made a long descrip- tion of Mr. Braddock's heavy person and great boots, as he floundered through the Virginian woods, hunting, as they called it, with a pack of dogs gathered from various houses, with a pack of negroes barking as 54 THE YIRGINIANS. loud as the dogs, and actually shooting the deer when they came in sight of hira. "Great God, sir!" says Mr. Braddock, puffing and blowing, "what would Sir Robert have said in Norfolk, to see a man hunting with a fowling-piece in his hand, and a pack of dogs actually laid on to a turkey ! " "Indeed, Colonel, you are vastly comical this afternoon!" cries Madam Esmond, with a neat little laugh, whilst her son listened to the story, looking more glum than ever. " What Sir Robert is there at Norfolk ? Is he one of the newly arrived army-gentlemen ? " " The General meant Norfolk at home, madam, not Norfolk in Yir- ginia," said Colonel Washington. " Mr. Braddock had been talking of a visit to Sir Robert Walpole, who lived in that county, and of the great hunts the old minister kept there, and of his grand palace, and his pictures at Houghton. I should like to see a good field and a good fox- chase at home better than any sight in the world," the honest sportsman added with a sigh. " Nevertheless, there is good sport here, as I was saying," said young Esmond, with a sneer. "What sport? " cries the other, looking at him. " Why, sure you know, without looking at me so fiercely, and stamp- ing your foot, as if you were going to charge me with the foils. Are you not the best sportsman of the country-side ? Are there not all the- fish of the field, and the beasts of the trees, and the fowls of the sea — no- — the fish of the trees, and the beasts of the sea — and the — bah ! You know what I mean. I mean shad, and salmon, and rockfish, and roe- deer, and hogs, and bufialoes, and bisons, and elephants, for what I know. I'm no sportsman." " No, indeed," said Mr. Washington, with a look of scarcely repressed scorn. " Yes, I understand you. I am a milksop. I have been bred at my mamma's knee. Look at these pretty apron-strings. Colonel ! Who would not like to be tied to them ? See of what a charming colour they are ! I remember when they were black — that was for my grandfather." " And who would not mourn for such a gentleman ? " said the Colonel, as the widow, surprised, looked at her son. "And, indeed, I wish my grandfather were here, and would resurge, as he promises to do on his tombstone ; and would bring my father, the Ensign, with him." "Ah, Harry!" cries Mrs. Esmond, bursting into tears, as at this juncture her second son entered the room — in just such another suit, gold corded frock, braided waistcoat, silver-hilted sword, and solitaire as that which his elder brother wore. " Harry, Harry ! " cries Madam Esmond, and files to her younger son. " What is it, mother ? " asks Harry, taking her in his arms. " What is the matter. Colonel ? " "Upon my life, it would puzzle me to say," answered the Colonel,, biting his lips. I TnE VIIIGIXIAXS. 55 **A mere question, Hal, about pink ribbons, which I think vastly becoming to our mother ; as, no doubt, the Colonel does." "Sir, will you please to speak for yourself?" cried the Colonel, bustling up, and then sinking his voice again. " He speaks too much for himself," wept the widow. " I protest I don't any more know the source of these tears than, the source of the Nile," said George ; " and if the picture of my father were to begin to cry, I should almost as much wonder at the paternal tears. "What have I uttered ? An allusion to ribbons ! Is there some poisoned pin in them, which has been stuck into my mother's heart by a guilty fiend of a London mantuamaker ? I professed to wish to be led in these lovely reins all my life long," and he turned a pirouette on his scarlet heels. "George Warrington. What devil's dance are you dancing now?" asked Harry, who loved his mother, wbo loved j\[r. Washington, but who, of all creatures, loved and admired his brother George. " My dear child, you do not understand dancing — you care not for the politer arts — you can get no more music out of a spinnet than by pulling a dead hog by the ear. By nature you were made for a man— a man of war — I do not mean a seventy-four. Colonel George, like that hulk which brought the hulking Mr. Braddock into our river. His Excel- lency, too, is a man of warlike turn, a follower of the sports of the field. I am a milksop, as I have had the honour to say." " You never showed it yet. You beat that great Maryland man was twice your size," breaks out Harry. " Under compulsion, George. 'Tis tiipfo, ray lad, or else 'tis tuptomai, as thy breech well knew w^hen we followed school. But I am of a quiet turn, and would never lift my hand to pull a trigger, no, nor a nose, nor anything but a rose," and here he took and handled one of Madam Esmond's bright pink apron ribbons. " I hate sporting, which you and the Colonel love ; and I want to shoot nothing alive, not a turkey, nor a titmouse, nor an ox, nor an ass, nor aiiy thing that has ears. Those curls of Mr. Washington's are prettily powdered." The militia colonel, who had been offended by the first part of the talk, and very much puzzled by the last, had taken a modest draught from the great china bowl of apple toddy which stood to welcome the guests in this as in all Virginia houses, and was further cooling him- self by pacing the balcony in a very stately manner. Again almost reconciled with the elder, the appeased mother stood giving a hand to each of her sons. George put his disengaged hand on Harry's shoulder. **I say one thing, George," says he, with a flushing- face. " Say twenty things, Don Enrico," cries the other " If you are not fond of sporting and that, and don't care for killing game and hunting, being cleverer than me, why shouldst thou not stop at home and be quiet, and let me go out w^ith Colonel George and Mr. Braddock — that's what I say," says Harry, delivering himself of his speech. 55 THE VIRGIXIANS. The widow looked eagerly from the dark-haired to the fair-haired boy. She knew not from which she would like to part. *' One of our family must go because honneur oblige, and my name being number one, number one must go first," says George. *' Told you so," said poor Harry. " One must stay, or who is to look after mother at home ? "We can- not afford to be both scalped by Indians or fricasseed by French. " Fricasseed by French," cries Harry, *' the best troops of the world ! Englishmen ! I should like to see them fricasseed by the French ! What a mortal thrashing you will give them ! " and the brave lad sighed to think he should not be present at the battue. George sate down to the harpsichord and played and sang, " Malbrook s'en va t'en guerre Mironton mironton mirontaine," at the sound of which music the gentleman from the balcony entered. ** I am playing * God save the King,' Colonel, in compliment to the new expedition." " I never know whether thou art laughing or in earnest," said the simple gentleman, *' but surely methinks that is not the air." George performed ever so many trills and quavers upon his harp- sichord, and their guest watched him, wondering, perhaps, that a gentleman of George's condition could set himself to such an effeminate business. Then the Colonel took out his watch, saying that his Excellency's coach would be here almost immediately, and asking leave to retire to his apartment and put himself in a fit condition to appear before her ladyship's company. "Colonel Washington knows the way to his room pretty well!" said George, from the harpsichord, looking over his shoulder, but never ofFeriDg to stir. " Let me show the Colonel to his chamber," cried the widow, in great wrath, and sailed out of the apartment, followed by the enraged and bewildered Colonel, as George continued crashing among the keys. Her high-spirited guest felt himself insulted, he could hardly say how : he was outraged, and he could not speak; he was almost stifiing with anger. Harry Warrington remarked their friend's condition. *' For heaven's sake, George, what does this all mean ?" he asked his brother. ''Why shouldn't he kiss her hand ? " (George had just before fetched out his brother from their library, to watch this harmless salute.) " I tell you it is nothing but common kindness." "Nothing but common kindness ! " shrieked out George. " Look at that, Hal ! Is that common kindness ? " and he showed his junior the unlucky paper over which he had been brooding for some time. It was but a fragment, though the meaning was indeed clear without the preceding text. The paper commenced ..." is older than myself, hut I, again, am older than my years ; and you know, dear brother, have ever been con- sidered a sober person. All children are better for a father's superin- tendence, and her two, I trust, will find in me a tender friend and guardian.''^ THE VIRGINIANS. 57 ** Friend and guajdian ! Curse him ! " shrieked out George, clench- ing his fists — and his brother read on : "... The jiatteriny offer ichich General Braddock hath made me, will, of course, ohlige me to postpone this matter until after the campaign. Wheji tve have given the French a sufficieiit drubbing, I shall return to repose under my own vine and fig-tree.^' '*He means Castlewood. These are his vines," George cries again, shaking his fist at the creepers sunning themselves on the wall. "... Under my own vine and fig-tree ; where I hope soon to present my dear brother to his new sister-in-laio. She has a pretty Scripture na?ne, which is . . . " — and here the document ended. "Which is Eachel," George went on bitterly. "Eachel is by no means weeping for her children, and has every desire to be comforted. Now, Harry ! Let us upstairs at once, kneel down as becomes us, and say, * Dear papa, welcome to your house of Castlewood.' " CHAPTEE IX. HOSPITALITIES. His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief set forth to pay his visit to Madame Esmond in such a state and splendour as became the first personage in all his Majesty's colonies, plantations, and possessions of North America. His guard of dragoons preceded him out of Williams- burg in the midst of an immense shouting and yelling of a loyal, and principally negro, population. The General rode in his own coach. Captain Talmadge, his Excellency's Master of the Horse, attended him at the door of the ponderous emblazoned vehicle, riding by the side of the carriage during the journey from Williamsburg to Madam Esmond's house. Major Danvers, aide-de-camp, sate in the front of the carriage with the little postmaster from Philadelphia, Mr. Franklin, who, printer's boy as he had been, was a wonderful shrewd person, as his Excellency and the gentlemen of his family were fain to acknowledge, having a quantity of the most curious information respecting the colony, and regarding England too, where Mr. Franklin had been more than once. " 'Twas extraordinary how a person of such humble origin should have acquired such a variety of learning, and such a politeness of breeding, too, Mr. Franklin I " his Excellency was pleased to observe, touching his hat graciously to the postmaster. The postmaster bowed, said it had been his occasional good fortune to fall into the company of gentlemen like his Excellency, and that he had taken advantage of his opportunity to study their honours' manners, and adapt himself to them as far as he might. As for education, he could not boast much of that — his father being but in straitened circum- stances, and the advantages small in his native country of New England: 58 THE VIRGINIANS. but he had done to the utmost of his power, and gathered what he could — he knew nothing like what they had in England. Mr. Braddock burst out laughing, and said, "As for education, there were gentlemen of the army, by George, who didn't know whether they should spell bull with two b's or one. He had heard the Duke of Marlborough was no special good penman. He had not the honour of serving under that noble commander — his Grace was before his time — but he thrashed the French soundly, although he was no scholar." Mr. Franklin said he w as aware of both those facts. '*Nor is my Duke a scholar," went on Mr. Braddock — "aha, Mr. Postmaster, you have heard that, too — I see by the wink in your eye." Mr. Franklin instantly withdrew the obnoxious or satirical wink in. his eye, and looked in the General's jolly round face with a pair of orbs as innocent as a baby's. " He's no scholar, but he is a match for any French general that ever swallowed the English for fricassee de crapaud. He saved the crown for the best of kings, his royal father, his Most Gracious Majesty King George." Off went Mr. Franklin's hat, and from his large buckled wig escaped a great halo of powder. "He is the soldier's best friend, and has been, the uncompromising enemy of all beggarly red-shanked Scotch rebels and intriguing B.omish Jesuits who would take our liberty from us, and our religion by George. His royal highness, my gracious master, is not a scholar neither, but he is one of the finest gentlemen in the world." " I have seen his royal highness on horseback, at a review of the Guards, in Hyde Park," says Mr. Franklin. "The Duke is indeed a very fine gentleman on horseback." "You shall drink his health to-day, Postmaster. He is the best of masters, tlie best of friends, the best of sons to his royal old father ; the best of gentlemen that ever wore an epaulet." " Epaulets are quite out of my way, sir," says Mr. Franklin, laughing, " You know I live in a Quaker city." " Of course they are out of your way, my good friend. Every man to his business. You, and gentlemen of your class, to your books, an J welcome. We don't forbid you ; we encourage you. We, to fight the enemy and govern the country. Hey, gentlemen ? Lord ! what roads you have in this colony, and how this confounded coach plunges ! Who have we here, with the two negro boys in livery ? He rides a good gelding." "It is Mr. Washington," says the aide-de-camp. " I would like him for a corporal of the Horse Grenadiers," said the General. "Ho has a good figure on a horse. He knows the country too, Mr. Franklin." **Yes indeed." " And is a monstrous genteel young man, considering the opportu- nities he has had. 1 should have thought hs had the polish of Europe, by George I should." THE VIRGINIANS. 59 " He does his best," says Mr. Franklin, looking innocently at the stout chief, the exemplar of English elegance, who sat swagging from one side to the other of the carriage, his face as scarlet as his coat — swearing at every other word ; ignorant on every point off parade, except the merits of a bottle and the looks of a woman ; not of high birth, yet absurdly proud of his no-ancestry ; brave as a bull-dog ; savage, lustful, prodigal, generous ; gentle in soft moods ; easy of love and laughter ; dull of wit; utterly unread; believing his country the first in the world, and he as good a gentleman as any in it. '' Yes, he is mighty well for a provincial, upon" my word. He was beat at Fort "VYhat-d'ye- call-um last year, down by the Thingamy river. What's the name on't, Talmadge ? " " The Lord knows, sir," said Talmadge ; " and I dare say the Post- master, too, who is laughing at us both." "0 Captain!" ''Was caught in a regular trap. He had only militia and Indians with him. Good day, Mr. Washington. A pretty nag, sir." That was your first affair last year." "Tiiat at Fort Necessity? Yes, sir," said the gentleman, gravely saluting, as he rode up, followed by a couple of natty negro grooms, in smart livery coats and velvet hunting caps. " I began ill, sir, never having been in action until that unlucky day." " You were all raw levies, my good fellow. You should have seen our militia run from the Scotch, and be cursed to them. You should have had some troops with you." "Your Excellency knows 'tis my passionate desire to see and serve with them," said Mr. Washington. " By George we shall try and gratify you, sir," said the General, with one of his usual huge oaths ; and on the heavy carriage rolled towards Castlewood ; Mr. Washington asking leave to gallop on a-head, in order to announce his Excellency's speedy arrival to the lady there. The progress of the Commander-in-Chief was so slow, that several humbler persons who were invited to meet his Excellency came up with his carriage, and, not liking to pass the great man on the road, formed quite a procession in the dusty wake of his chariot-wheels. First came Mr. Dinwiddle, the Lieutenant-Governor of his Majesty's province, attended by his negro servants, and in company of Parson Broadbent, the jolly Y/illiamsburg chaplain. These were presently joined by little Mr. Dempster, the young gentlemen's schoolmaster, in his great Ramil- lies wig, which he kept for occasions of state. Anon appeared Mr. Laws, the judge of the court, with Madam Laws on a pillion behind him, and their negro man carrying a box containing her ladyship's cap, and bestriding a mule. The procession looked so ludicrous, that Major Danvers and Mr. Franklin espying it, laughed outright, though not so loud as to disturb his Excellency, who was asleep by this time, bade the whole of this queer rear-guard move on, and leave the Commander- in-Chief and his escort of Dragoons to follow at their leisure. Thero 60 THE VIRGIXIANS. was room for all at Castlewood when they came. There was meat, drink, and the best tobacco for his Majesty's soldiers, and laughing and jollity for the negroes, and a plenteous welcome for their masters. The honest General required to be helped to most dishes at the table, and more than once, and was for ever holding out his glass for drink ; l^athan's sangaree he pronounced to be excellent, and had drunk largely of it on arriving before dinner. There was cyder, ale, brandy, and plenty of good Bordeaux wine, some which Colonel Esmond himself had brought home with him to the colony, and which was fit for ponteeficis cosnis, said little Mr. Dempster with a wink to Mr. Broadbent, the clergyman of the adjoining parish. Mr. Broadbent returned the wink and ncd, and drank the wine without caring about the Latin, as why should he, never having hitherto troubled himself about the language ? Mr. Broadbent was a gambling, guzzling, cock-fighting divine, who had passed much time in the Fleet prison, at Newmarket, at Hockley in the Hole; and having gone of all sorts of errands for his friend Lord Cinqbars, Lord Eingwood's son (my lady Cinqbars's waiting-woman being Mr. B.'s mother — I daresay, the modern reader had best not to be too particular regarding Mr. Broadbent's father's pedigree), had been of late sent out to a church-living in Virginia. He and young George had fought many a match of cocks together, taken many a roe in company, hauled in countless quantities of shad and salmon, slain wild geese and wild swans, pigeons and plovers, and destroyed myriads of canvas-backed ducks. It was said by the envious that Broadbent was the midnight poacher, on whom Mr. Washington set his dogs, and whom he caned by the river side at Mount Yernon. The fellow got away from his captor's grip, and scrambled to his boat in the dark ; but Broadbent was laid up for two Sundays afterwards, and when he came abroad again, had the evident remains of a black eye, and a new collar to his coat. All the :games at the cards had George Esmond and Parson Broadbent played together, besides hunting all the birds in the air, the beasts in the forest, and the fish of the sea. Indeed, when the boys rode together to get their reading with Mr. Dempster, I suspect that Harry stayed behind and took lessons from the other professor of European learning and accomplishments, — George going his own way, reading his own books^ and, of course, telling no tales of his younger brother. All the birds of the Yirginia air, and all the fish of the sea in season were here laid on Madam Esmond's board to feed his Excellency and the rest of the English and American gentlemen. The gumbo was declared to be perfection (young Mr. George's black servant was named after this dish, being discovered behind the door with his head in a bowl of this delicious hotch-potch by the late Colonel, and grimly christened on the spot), the shad were rich and fresh, the stewed terra- pins were worthy of London aldermen,- — before George, he would like the Duke himself to taste them, his Excellency deigned to say, and indeed, stewed terrapins are worthy of any duke or even emperor. Tho negro-women have a genius for cookery, and in Castle^Yood kitchens THE TIRGINIANS. 61 there were adepts in the art brought up under the keen eye of the late and the present Madam Esmond. Certain of the dishes, especially the sweets and Jlans, Madam Esmond prepared herself with great neatness and dexterity ; carving several of the principal pieces, as the kindly cumbrous fashion of the day was, putting up the laced lappets of her sleeves, and showing the prettiest round arms and small hands and wrists as she performed this ancient rite of a hospitality not so languid as ours. The old law of the table was that the mistress was to press her guests with a decent eagerness, to watch and see whom she could encourage to farther enjoyment,, to know culinary anatomic secrets, and execute carving operations upon fowls, fish, game, joints of meat, and so forth ; to cheer her guests to fresh efforts, to whisper her neighbour, Mr. Braddock: "I have kept for your Excellency the jowl of this salmon. — I will take no denial ! Mr. Franklin, you drink only water, sir, though our cellar has wholesome wine which gives no head-aches. — Mr. Justice, you love wood-cock pie ? " " Because I know who makes the pastry," says Mr. Laws, the Judge, with a profound bow. ** I wish. Madam, we had such a happy knack of pastry at home as you have at Castlewood. I often say to my wife, ' My dear, I wish you had Madam Esmond's hand.' " " It is a very pretty hand ; I am sure others would like it too,'* says Mr. Postmaster of Boston, at which remark Mr. Esmond looks but half- pleased at the little gentleman. '* Such a hand for a light pie-crust," continues the Judge, " and my service to you. Madam." And he thinks the widow cannot but be propitiated by this compliment. She says simply that she had lessons when she was at home in England for her education, and that there were certain dishes which her mother taught her to make, and which her father and sons both liked. She was very glad if they pleased her company. More such remarks follow : more dishes ; ten times as much meat as is needful for the company. Mr. Washington does not embark in the general conversation much, but he and Mr. Talmadge, and Major Danvers, and the Postmaster, are deep in talk about roads, rivers, conveyances, sumpter horses and artillery train ; and the provin- cial militia Colonel has bits of bread laid at intervals on the table before him, and stations marked out, on which he has his finger, and regard- ing which he is talking to his brother aides-de-camp, till a negro-servant changing the courses, brushes off the Potomac with a napkin, and sweeps up the Ohio in a spoon. At the end of dinner, Mr. Broadbent leaves his place and walks up behind the Lieutenant-Governor's chair, w^here he says Grace, returning to his seat and resuming his knife and fork when this work of devotion is over. And now the sweets and puddings are come, of which I can give you a list, if you like : but what young lady cares for the puddings of to-day, much more for those which were eaten a hundred years ago, and which Madam Esmond had prepared for her guests with so much neatness and skill ? Then, the table being cleared, Nathan, her chiei- 62 THE VIRGINIANS. manager, lays a glass to every person, and fills his mistress's. Bowing to the company, she says she drinks but one toast, but knows how heartily all the gentlemen present will join her. Then she calls, ''His Majesty," bowing to Mr. Braddock, who with his aides-de-camp and the colonial gentlemen all loyally repeat the name of their beloved and gracious Sovereign. And hereupon, having drunk her glass of wine and saluted all the company, the widow retires between a row of negro-servants, performing one of her very handsomest curtsies at the door. The kind mistress of Castlewood bore her part in the entertainment with admirable spirit, and looked so gay and handsome, and spoke with such cheerfulness and courage to all her company, that the few ladies who were present at the dinner could not but congratulate Madam Esmond upon the elegance of the feast, and especially upon her manner of presiding at it. But they were scarcely got to her drawing-room, when her artificial courage failed her, and she burst into tears on the sofa by Mrs. Laws's side, just in the midst of a compliment from that lady. "Ah, Madam ! " she said. *' It may be an honour, as you say, to have the King's representative in my house, and our family has received greater personages than Mr. Braddock. But he comes to take one of my sons away from me. "Who knows whether my boy will return, or how ? I dreamed of him last night as wounded, and quite white, with blood streaming from his side. I would not be so ill-mannered as to let my grief be visible before the gentlemen ; but, my good Mrs. Justice, who has parted with children, and who has a mother's heart of her own, would like me none the better, if mine were very easy this evening." The ladies administered such consolations as seemed proper or palatable to their hostess, who tried not to give way farther to her melancholy, and remembered that she had other duties to perform, before yielding to her own sad mood. ** It will be time enough, Madam, to be sorry when they are gone," she said to the Justice's wife, her good neighbour. *' My boy must not see me following him with a wistful face, and have our parting made more dismal by my weakness. It is good that gentlemen of his rank and station should show themselves where their country calls them. That has always been the way of the Esmonds, and the same Power which graciously preserved my dear father, through twenty great battles in the Q-ueeu's time, I trust and pray, will watch over my son now his turn is come to do his duty." And, now, instead of lamenting her fate, or farther alluding to it, I dare say the resolute lady sat down with her female friends to a pool of cards and a dish of coffee, whilst the gentlemen remained in the neighbouring parlour, still calling their toasts and drinking their wine. When ono lady objected that these latter were sitting rather long. Madam Esmond said : "It would improve and amuse the boys to be with the English gentlemen. Such society was very rarely to be had in their distant fiovince, and though their conversation sometimes was free, she was THE YIEGIXIAXS. 63 sure that gentlemen and men of fashion would have regard to the youth of her sons, and say nothing before them which young people should not hear." It was evident that the English gentlemen relished the good cheer provided for them. ^Vhilst the ladies were yet at their cards, Kathan came in and whispered Mrs. Mountain, who at first cried out — "No! she would give no more — the common Bordeaux they might have, and welcome, if they still wanted more — but she would not give any more of the Colonel's." It appeared that the dozen bottles of particular claret had been already drunk up by the gentlemen, "besides ale, cyder, Burgundy, Lisbon, and Madeira," says Mrs. Mountain, enumerating the supplies. But Madam Esmond was for having no stint in the hospitality of the night. Mrs. Mountain was fain to bustle away with her keys to the sacred vault where the Colonel's particular Bordeaux lay, surviving its master, who too had long passed underground. As they went on their journey, Mrs. Mountain asked whether any of the gentlemen had had too much ? Nathan thought Mister Broadbent was tipsy — he always tipsy ; he then thought the General gentleman was tipsy ; and he thought Master George was a lilly drunk. *' Master George ! " cries Mrs. Mountain ; " why, he will sit for days, without touching a drop." Nevertheless, Nathan persisted in his notion that Master George was a lilly drunk. He was always filling his glass, he had talked, he had sung, he had cut jokes, especially against Mr. Washington, which made Mr. Washington quite red and angry, Nathan said. "Well, well!" Mrs. Mountain cried eagerly; "it was right a gentleman should make himself merry in good company, and pass the bottle along with his friends." And she trotted to the particular Bordeaux cellar with only the more alacrity. The tone of freedom and almost impertinence which young George Esmond had adopted of late days towards Mr. Washington had very deeply vexed and annoyed that gentleman. There was scarce half a dozen years' difference of age between him and the Castlewood twins ; but Mr. Washington had always been remarked for a discretion and sobriety much beyond his time of life, whilst the boys of Castlewood seemed younger than theirs. They had always been till now under their mother's anxious tutelage, and had looked up to their neighbour of Mount Yernon as their guide, director, friend — as, indeed, almost everybody seemed to do who came in contact with the simple and upright young man. Himself of the most scrupulous gravity and good- breeding, in his communication with other folks he appeared to exact, or, at any rate to occasion, the same behaviour. His nature was above levity and jokes : they seemed out of place when addressed to him. He was slow of comprehending them : and they slunk as it were abashed out of his society. " He always seemed great to me," says Harry Warrington, in one of his letters many years after tho date of 64 THE VIRGINIANS. which we are writing: " and I never thought of him otherwise than as a hero. When he came over to Castlewood and taught us boys surveying, to see him riding to hounds, was as if he was charging aa army. If he fired a shot, I thought the bird must come down, and if he flung a net, the largest fish in the river were sure to be in it. His words were always few, but they were always wise ; they were not idle, as our words are, they were grave, sober, and strong, and ready on occasion to do their duty. In spite of his antipathy to him, my brother respected and admired the General as much as I did — that is to say, more than any mortal man." Mr, Washington was the first to leave the jovial party which were doing so much honour to Madam Esmond's hospitality. Young George Esmond, who had taken his mother's place when she left it, had been free with the glass and with the tongue. • He had said a score of things to his guest which wounded and chafed the latter, and to which Mr. Washington could give no reply. Angry beyond all endurance, he left the table at length, and walked away through the open windows into the broad verandah or porch which belonged to Castlewood as to all Virginian houses. Here Madam Esmond caught sight of her friend's tall frame as it strode up and down before the windows : and, the evening being warm, or her game over, she gave up her cards to one of the other ladies, and joined her good neighbour out of doors. He tried to compose his coun- tenance as well as he could : it was impossible that he should explain to his hostess why and with whom he was angry. "The gentlemen are long over their wine," she said; "gentlemen of the army are always fond of it." "If drinking makes good soldiers, some yonder are distinguishing themselves greatly, madam," said Mr. Washington. " And I daresay the General is at the head of his troops ? " "No doubt, no doubt," answered the Colonel, who always received this lady's remarks, playful or seriou-:!, with a peculiar softness and kindness. " But the General is the General, and it is not for me to make remarks on his Excellency's doings at table or elsewhere. I think very likely that military gentlemen born and bred at home are different from us of the colonies. We have such a hot sun, that we need not wine to fire our blood as they do. And drinking toasts seems a point of honour with them. Talmadge hiccupped to me — I should say, whispered to me— just now, that an officer could no more refuse a toast than a challenge, and he said that it was after the greatest difficulty and dislike at first that he learned to drink. He has certainly overcome his difficulty with uncommon resolution." "What, I wonder, can you talk of for so many hours?" asked the lady. " I don't think I can tell you all we talk of, madam, and I must not tell tales out of* school. We talked about the war, and of the force Mr. Contiecoeur has, and how we are to get at him. The General is for THE VI^tGINIA^•S. 65 Eifi'king the campaign in his coach, and makes light of it and the enemy, 'i'hat we shall beat them, if we meet tlieiti, I trust there is no doubt." ** How can there be?" says the lady, whose father had served under Marlborough. " Mr. Franklin, though he is only from New England," continued the gentleman, " spoke great good sense, anu would have spoken more if the English gentlemen would let him ; but they reply invariably that we are only raw provincials, and don't know wliat disciplined British troops can do. Had they not best hasten forward* and make turnpike-roads and have comfortable inns ready for his Excellency at the end of the day's march ? — ' There's some sort of iuns, 1 suppose,' says Mr. Danvers, * not so comfortable as we have in England, we can't expect that.' — * No, you can't expect that,' says Mr. Franklin, wtio seems a very shrewd and facetious person. He drinks his water, and seems to laugh at the Englishmen, though I doubt whether it is fair for a water-drinker to sit by and spy out the weaknesses of gentlemen over their wine." *' And my boys? I hope they are prudent?" said the widow, laying her hand on her guest's arm, " Harry promised me, and when he gives his word, I can trust him for any tiling. George is always moderate. Why do you look so grave ?" *' Indeed, to be frank with you, I do not know what has come over George in these last days," says Mr. Washington. ''He has some grievance against me which I do not understand, and of which I don't care to ask the reason. He spoke to me before the gentlemen in a way which scarcely became him. We are going the campaign together, and 'tis a pity we begin such ill friends." ''He has been ill. He is always wild and wayward, and hard to understand. But he has the most affectionate heart in the world. You will bear with him, you will protect him — promise me you will." "Dear lady, I will do so with my life," Mr. Washington said with great fervour. "You know I would lay it down cheerfully for you or any you love." " And my father's blessing and mine go with you, dear friend !" cried the widow, full of thanks and affection. As they pursued their conversation, they had quitted the porch under which they had first begun to talk, and where they could hear the laughter and toasts of the gentlemen over their wine, and were pacing a walk on the rough lawn before the house. Young George Warrington, from his place at the head of the table in the dining-room, could see the pair as they passed tj and fro, and had listened for some time past, and replied in a very distracted manner to the remarks of the gentlemen round about him, who were too much engaged with their own talk and jokes, and drinking, to pay much attention to their young host's beha- viour. Mr. Braddock loved a song after dinner, and Mr. Danvers his aide-de-camp, who had a fine tenor voice, was delighting his General with the latest ditty from Marybone Gardens, when George W^arrington, jumping up, ran towards the window, and then returned and pulled 06 THE VIRGINIANS. his brother Harry by the sleeve, who sate with his back towards the "Window. " What is it ?" says Harry, who, for his part, was charmed, too, with the song and chorus. "Come," cried George, with a stamp of his foot, and the younger followed obediently. "What is it?" continued George, with a bitter oath. "Don't you see what it is ? They were billing and cooing this morning ; they are bUiing and cooing now before going to roost. Had we not better both go into the garden, and pay our duty to our mamma and papa ?" and he pointed to Mr. Washington, who was taking the widow's hand very tenderly in his. CHAPTEE X. A HOT AFTEKNCOIT. General Beaddock and the other guests of Castlewood being duly consigned to their respective quarters, the boys retired to their own room, and there poured out to one another their opinions respecting the great event of the day. They would not bear such a marriage — no. Was the representative of the Marquises of Esmond to marry the younger son of a colonial family, who had been bred up as a land-surveyor ! Castlewood, and the boys at nineteen years of age, handed over to the tender mercies of a step-father of three-and-twenty ! Oh, it was monstrous ! Harry was for going straightway to his mother in her bed-room — where her black maidens were divesting her ladyship of the simple jewels and fineries which she had assumed in compliment to the feast — protesting against the odious match, and announcing that they would go home, live upon their little property there, and leave her for ever, if the unnatural union took place. George advocated another way of stopping it, and explained his plan to his admiring brother. " Our mother," he said, " can't marry a man with whom one or both of us has been out on the field, and who has wounded us or killed us, and whom we have wounded or killed. We must have him out, Harry." Harry saw the profound truth conveyed in George's statement, and admired his brother's immense sagacity. "No, George," says he, "you are right. Mother can't marry our murderer; she won't be as bad as that. And if we pink him, he is done for. * Cadit quastio,^ as Mr. Dempster used to say. Shall I send my boy with a challenge to Colonel George now ? " "My dear Harry," the elder replied, thinking with some complacency of his afiliir of honour at Q,uebec, "you are not accustomed to alfairs of this sort,''' THE VIEGINIAXS. ^T " No," owned Harry, with a sigh, looking with envy and aclmiradon on his senior. *' We can't insult a gentleman in our own house,'* continued George, ■with great majesty, *' the laws of honour forbid such inhospitable treat- ment. But, sir, we can ride out with him, and, as soon as the park gates are closed, we can tell him our mind." *' That we can, by George !" cries Harry, grasping his brother's hand, "and that we will, too. I say, Georgy ..." Here the lad's face became very red, and his brother asked him what he would say ? *< This is my turn, brother," Harry pleaded. *' H'you go the campaign, I ought to have the other affair. Indeed, indeed, I ought ; " and he prayed for this bit of promotion. " Again the head of the house must take the lead, my dear," George said with a superb air. " If I fall, my Harry will avenge me. But I must fight George "Washington, Hal: and 'tis best I should; for, indeed, I hate him the worst. Was it not he who counselled my mother to order that wretch, Ward, to lay hands on me ? " <'Ah, George," interposed the more pacable younger brother, "you ought to forget and forgive ! " ''Forgive? Never, sir, as long as I remember. You can't order remembrance out of a man's mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow. I never, of my knowledge, did one to any man, and I never will suffer one if I can help it. I think very ill of Mr. Ward, but I don't think so badly of him as to suppose he will ever forgive thee that blow with the ruler. Colonel Washington is our enemy, mine especially. He has advised one wrong against me, and he meditates a greater. I tell you, brother, we must punish him." The grandsire's old Bordeaux had set George's ordinarily pale counte- nance into a flame. Harry, his brother's fondest worshipper, could not but admire George's haughty bearing and rapid declamation, and prepared himself, with his usual docility, to follow his chief. So the boys wxnt to their beds, the elder conveying special injunctions to liia junior to be civil to all the guests so long as they remained under the maternal roof on the morrow. Good manners and a repugnance to telling tales out of school, forbid us from saying which of Madam Esmond's guests was the first to fall under the weight of her hospitality. The respectable descendants of Messrs. Talmadge and Danvers, aides-de-camp to his Excellency, might not care to hear how their ancestors were intoxicated a hundred years ago ; and yet the gentlemen themselves took no shame in the fact, and there is little doubt they or their comrades were tipsy twice or thrice in the week. Let us fancy them reeling to bed, supported by sympathising negroes ; and their vinous General, too stout a toper to have surrendered himself to a half dozen bottles of Bordeaux, conducted to his chamber by the young gentlemen of the house, and speedily sleeping the sleep which friendly Bacchus gives. The good lady of Castlewood saw the condition of her guests without the least surprise or horror ; and was up early in p 2 68 THE VIRGINIANS. tne nKjrning, providing cooling drinks for their hot palates, which the servants carried to their respective chambers. At breakfast, one of the English officers rallied Mr. Franklin, who took no wine at all, and therefore refused the morning cool draught of toddy, by shovv^ing how the Philadelphia gentleman lost two pleasures, the drink and the toddy. The young fellow said the disease was pleasant and the remedy delicious, and laughingly proposed to continue repeating them both. The General's new American aide-de-camp. Colonel Washington, was quite sober and serene. The British officers vowed they must take him in hand and teach him what the ways of the English army were ; but the Virginian gentleman gravely said he did not care to learn that part of the English military education. The widow, occupied as she had been with the cares of a great dinner, followed by a great breakfast on the morning ensuing, had scarce leisure to remark the behaviour of her sons very closely, but at least saw that George was scrupulously polite to her favourite. Colonel Washington, as to all the other guests of the house. Before Mr. Braddock took his leave, he had a private audience of Madam Esmond, in which his Excellency formally offered to take her son into his family ; and when the arrangements for George's departure were settled between his mother and future chief, Madam Esmond, though she might feel them, did not show any squeamish terrors about the dangers of the bottle, which she saw were amongst the severest and most certain which her son would have to face. She knew her boy must take his part in the world, and encounter his portion of evil and good. " Mr. Braddock is a perfect fine gentleman in the morning," she said stoutly to her aide-de-camp, Mrs. Mountain; ''and though my papa did not drink, 'tis certain that many of the best company in England do." The jolly General good-naturedly shook hands with George, who pre- sented himself to his Excellency after the maternal interview was over, and bade George welcome, and to be in attendance at Frederick three days hence ; shortly after which time the expedition would set forth. And now the great coach was again called into requisition, the General's escort pranced round it, the other guests and their servants went to horse. The lady of Castlewood attended his Excellency to the steps of the verandah in front of her house, the young gentlemen followed, and stood on each side of his coach-door. Tlie guard trumpeter blew a shrill blast, the negroes shouted " Huzzay, and God sabe de King," as Mr. Braddock most graciously took leave of his hospitable entertainers, and rolled away on his road to head-quarters. As the boys went up the steps, there was the Colonel once more taking leave of their mother. No doubt she had been once more recommending George to' his namesake's care; for Colonel AVashington said: "With my life. You ma}' depend on me," as the lads returned to their mother, and the few guests still remaining in the porch. The Colonel was booted and ready to depart. ''Farewell, my dear Harry," he said. " Witli you, George, 'tis no adieu. We shall meet in three days at the camp." THE VIRGINIAN'S. 09 Both the young men -were going to danger, perhaps to death. Colonel Washington was taking leave of her, and she was to see him no more before the campaign. No wonder the widow was very much moved. George Warrington watched his mother's emotion, and interpreted it with a pang of malignant scorn. " Stay yet a moment, and console our mamma," he said with a steady countenance, *' only the time to get ourselves booted, and my brother and I will ride with you a little way, Greorge." George Warrington had already ordered his horses. The three young men were speedily under way, their negro grooms behind them, and Mrs. Mountain, who knew she had made mischief between them and trembled for the result, felt a vast relief that Mr. Washington was gone without a quarrel with the brothers, without, at any rate, an open declaration of love to their mother. No man could be more courteous in demeanour than George Warring- ton to his neighbour and namesake, the Colonel. The latter was pleased and surprised at his young friend's altered behaviour. The community of danger, the necessity of future fellowship, the softening influence of the long friendship which bound him to the Esmond family, the tender adieux which had just passed between him and the mistress of Castle- wood, inclined the Colonel to forget the unpleasantness of the past days, and made him more than usually friendly with his young companion. George was quite gay and easy : it was Harry who was melancholy now : he rode silently and wistfully by his brother, keeping away from Colonel Washington, to whose side he used always to press eagerly before. If the honest Colonel remarked his young friend's conduct, no doubt he attributed it to Harry's known affection for his brother, and his natural anxiety to be with George now the day of their parting was so near. They talked further about the war, and the probable end of the cam- paign : none of the three doubted its successful termination. Two thou- sand veteran British troops with their commander must get the better of any force the French could bring against them, if only they moved in decent time. The ardent young Virginian soldier had an immense respect for the experienced valour and tactics of the regular troops. King George II. had no more loyal subject than Mr. Braddock's new aide-de-camp. So the party rode amicably together, until they reached a certain rude log-house, called Benson's, of which the proprietor, according to the custom of the day and country, did not disdain to accept money from hia guests in return for hospitalities provided. There was a recruiting station here, and some officers and men of Halkett's regiment assembled, and here^ Colonel Washington supposed that his young friend would take leave of him. Whilst their horses were baited, they entered the public room, ant found a rough meal prepared for such as were disposed to partake. George Warrington entered the place with a particularly gay and lively air, whereas poor Harry's face was quite white and wo-begone. "One would think, Squire Harry, 'twas you who was going to leaTO THE VIHGINIANS. home and fight the French and Indians, and not Mr. George," says Benson. *' I may be alarmed about danger to my brother," said Harry, "though I might bear my own share pretty well. 'Tis not my fault that I stay at home." "No, indeed, brother," cries George. "Harry Warrington's courage does not need any proof!" cries Mr. Washington. "You do the family honour by speaking so well of us, Colonel," says Mr. George, with a low bow. "I daresay w^e can hold our own, if need be." Whilst his friend was vaunting his courage, Harry looked, to say the truth, by no means courageous. As his eyes met his brother's he read in George's look an announcement which alarmed the fond faithful lad, ** You are not going to do it now ?" he whispered his brother. "Yes, now;" says Mr. George, very steadily. " For God's sake let me have the turn. You are going on the cam- paign, you ought not to have everything — and there may be an explana- tion, Geor-2;e. We may he all wrong." "Psha, how can we? It must be done now — don't be alarmed. No names shall be mentioned — I shall easily find a subject." A couple of Halkett' s officers, whom our young gentlemen knew, were sitting under the porch, with the Yirginian toddy-bowl before them. "What are you conspiring, gentlemen?" cried one of them. "Is it a drink?" By the tone of their voices and their flushed cheeks, it was clear the gentlemen had already been engaged in drinking that morning. "The very thing, sir," George said gaily. "Fresh glasses, Mr. Ben- son ! What, no glasses ? Then we must have at the bowL" " Many a good man has drunk from it," says Mr. Benson ; and the lads one after another, and bowing first to their military acquaintance, touched the bowl with their lips. The liquor did not seem to be much diminished for the boys' drinking, though George especially gave himself a toper's airs, and protested it was delicious after their ride. He called out to Colonel Washington, who was at the porch, to join his friends, and drink. The lad's tone was ofifensive, and resembled the manner lately adopted by him, and which had so much chafed Mr. Washington. He bowed, and said he was not thirsty. "Nay, the liquor is paid for," says George, " never fear. Colonel." " I said I was not thirsty. I did not say the liquor was not paid for," said the young Colonel^ drumming with his foot. "When the King's health is proposed, an officer can hardly say no. ! drink the health of his Majesty, gentlemen," cried George. " Colonel Washington can drink it or leave it. The King ! " This was a point of military honour. The two British officers of Haikett's, Captain Grace and Mr. AVaring, both drank the King. Harry THE VIRGINIANS. Warrington drank the King. Colonel Washington, with glaring eyes, gulped, toD, a slight draft from the bowl. Then Captain Grace proposed "the Duke and the Army," which toast there was likewise no gainsaying. Colonel Washington had to swallow the Duke and the Army. *' You don't seem to stomach the toast, Colonel," said George. **I tell you again, I don't want to drink," replied the Colonel. "It seems to me the Duke and the Army would be served all the better if their healths were not drunk so often." " You are not up to the ways of regular troops as yet," said Captain Orace, with rather a thick voice. *' May be not, sir." *' A British officer," continues Captain Grace, with great energy but doubtful articulation, ''never neglects a toast of that sort, nor any other duty. A man who refuses to drink the health of the Duke — hang me, such a man should be tried by a court-martial ! " *' What means this language to me ? You are drunk, sir ! " roared C/Aonel Washington, jumping up, and striking the table with his Ust. "A cursed provincial officer say I'm drunk!" shrieks out Captain Grace. * ' AVaring, do you hear that ? " " /heard it, sir ! " cried George Warrington. ** We all heard it. He entered at my invitation— the liquor called for was mine : the table was mine — and I am shocked to hear such monstrous language used at it as Colonel Washington has just employed towards my esteemed guest, Captain Waring." ''Confound your impudence, you infernal young jackanapes!" bel- lowed out Colonel Washington. " You dare to insult me before British officers, and find fault with my language ? For months past, I have borne with such impudence from you, that if I had not loved your mother — yes, sir, and your good grandfather and your brother — I would — I would — " Here his words failed him, and the irate Colonel, with glaring eyes and purple face, and every limb quivering with wrath, stood for a moment speechless before his young enemy. "You would what, sir?" says George, very quietly, "if you did not love my grandfather, and my brother, and my mother ? You are making her petticoat a plea for some conduct of yours — you would do what, sir, may I ask again ? " " I would put you across my knee and whip you, you snarling little puppy, that's what I would do ! " cried the Colonel, who had found breath by this time, and vented another explosion of fury. "Because you have known us all our lives, and made our house your own, that is no reason you should insult either of us ! " here cried Harry, starting up. " What you have said, George Washington, is an insult to me and my brother alike. You will ask our pardon, sir ! " "Pardon?" " Or give us the reparation that is due to gentlemen," continues Harry. 72 THE VIRGINIANS. The stout Colonel's heart smote him to think that he should be at mortal quarrel or called upon to shed the blood of one of the lads he loved. As Harry stood facing him with his fair hair, flushing cheeks, and quivering voice, an immense tenderness and kindness filled the bosom of the elder man. " I — I am bewildered," he said. " My words, perhaps, were very hasty. What has been the meaning of George's behaviour to me for months back ? Only tell me, and, perhaps " The evil spirit was awake and victorious in young George "War- rington: his black eyes shot out scorn and hatred at the simple and guileless gentleman before him. "You are shirking from the question, sir, as you did from the toast just now," he said. "I am not a boy ta suffer under your arrogance. You have publicly insulted me in a public place, and I demand a reparation." " In Heaven's name, be it! " says Mr. Washington, with the deepest grief in his face. "And you have insulted me," continues Captain Grace, reelin^g towards him. " What was it he said ? Confound the militia captain — colonel, what is he ? You've insulted me ! Oh, Waring ! to think I should be insulted by a captain of militia ! " And tears bedewed the noble Captain's cheek as this harrowing thought crossed his mind. " I insult you, you hog ! " the Colonel again yelled out, for he was little affected by humour, and had no disposition to laugh as the others had at the scene. And, behold, at this minute a fourth adversary was- upon him. "Great Powers, sir!" said Captain Waring, "are three affairs not enough for you, and must I come into the quarrel, too ? You have a quarrel with these two young gentlemen." " Hasty words, sir! " cries poor Harry once more. "Hasty words, sir!" cries Captain Waring. "A gentleman tells another gentleman that he will put him across his knees and whip him,, and you call those hasty words ? Let me tell you if any man were to say to me, ' Charles Waring,' or * Captain Waring, I'll put you across my knees and whip you,' I'd say, * I'll drive my cheese-toaster through his body,' if he were as big as Goliath, I would. That's one affair with young Mr. George Warrington. Mr. Harry, of course, as a young man of spirit, will stand by his brother. That's two. Between Grace and the Colonel apology is impossible. And, now — run me through the body! You call an officer of my regiment — of Halkett's, sir! — a hog before my face ! Great Heavens, sir ! Mr. Washington ! are you all like this in Virginia ? Excuse me, I would use no offensive personality, as, by George ! I will suffer none from any man ! but, by Gad, Colonel ! give me leave to tell you that you are the most quarrelsome man I ever saw in my life. Call a disabled officer of my regiment — for he is disabled, ain't you, Grace? — call him a hog before me! You withdraw it, sir — you withdraw it ? " "Is this some infernal conspiracy in which you are all leagued against me ? " Bhouted the Colonel. " It would seem as if I was drunk,. THE VIRGIXiANS. 73 and not you, as you all are. I withdraw nothing. I apologise for nothing. By Heavens ! I will meet one or half-a-dozen of you in your turn, young or old, drunk or sober." " I do not wish to hear myself called more names," cried Mr. George Warrington. ** This affair can proceed, sir, without any further insult on your part. When will it please you to give me the meeting ? " ** The sooner the better, sir!" said the Colonel, fuming with rage. ** The sooner the better," hiccupped Captain Grace, with many oaths needless to print — (in those days, oaths were the customary garnish of all gentlemen's conversation) — and he rose staggering from his seat, and reeled towards his sword, which he had laid by the door, and fell as he reached the weapon. " The sooner the better! " the poor tipsy wretch again cried out from the ground, waving his weapon and knocking his own hat over his eyes. "At any rate, this gentleman's business will keep cool till to morrow," the Militia Colonel said, turning to the other King's officer. ** You will hardly bring your man out to-day, Captain Waring ? " " I confess that neither his hand nor mine are particularly steady." ''Mine is! " cried Mr. Warrington, glaring at his enemy. His comrade of former days was as hot and as savage. ** Be it so — with what weapon, sir ? " Washington said sternly. "Not with small-swords. Colonel. We can beat you with them. You know that from our old bouts. Pistols had better be the word." "As you please, George Warrington — and God forgive you, George! God pardon you, Harry ! for bringing me into this quarrel," said the Colonel, with a face full of sadness and gloom. Harry hung his head, but George continued with perfect calmness. " I, sir? It was not I who called names, who talked of a cane, who insulted a gentleman in a public place before gentlemen of the army ? It is not the iirst time you have chosen to take me for a negro, and talked of the whip for me." The Colonel started back, turning very red, and as if struck by a sudden remembrance. * ' Great Heavens, George ! is it that boyish quarrel you are still recalling ? " "Who made you the overseer of Castlewood?" said the boy, grinding his teeth. " I am not your slave, George Washington, and I never will be. I hated you then, and I hate you now. And you have insulted me, and I am a gentleman, and so are you. Is that not enough ? " " Too much, only too much," said the Colonel, with a genuine grief on his face, a,nd at his heart. " Do you bear malice too, Harry ? I had not thought this of thee ! " " I stand by my brother," said Harry, turning away from the Colo- nel's look, and grasping George's hand. The sadness on their adver- sary's face did not depart. "Heaven be good to us! 'Tis all clear now," he muttered to himself. " The time to write a few letters, and I am at your service, Mr. Warrington," he said. \ B R A^'^ 74 THE VIRGIXIAXS. " You have your own pistols at your saddle. I did not ride out with any; but will send Sady back for mine. That will give you time enough, Colonel Washington?'* ** Plenty of time, sir," and each gentleman made the other a low bow, and, putting his arm in his brother's, George walked away. The Virginian officer looked towards the two unlucky captains, who were by this time helpless with liquor. Captain Benson, the master of the tavern, was propping the hat of one of them over his head. *' It is not altogether their fault, Colonel," said my landlord, with a grim look of humour. " Jack Firebrace and Tom Humbold of Spotsyl- vania was here this morning, chanting horses with 'em. And Jack and Tom got 'em to play cards ; and they didn't win— the British Captains didn't. And Jack and Tom challenged them to drink for the honour of Old England, and they didn't win at that game, neither, much. They are kind, free handed fellows when they are sober, but they are a pretty pair of fools — they are." " Captain Benson, you were an old Frontierraan, and an officer of ours, before you turned farmer and taverner. You will help me in this matter with yonder young gentlemen ? " said the Colonel. *' I'll stand by and see fair play, Colonel. I won't have no hand in it, beyond seeing fair play. Madam Esmond has helped me many a time, tended my poor wife in her lying-in, and doctored our Betty in the fever. You ai^'t a going to be very hard with them poor boys ? Though I seen 'em both shoot : the fair one hunts well as you know, but the old one's a wonder at an ace of spades." *' Will you be pleased to send my man with my valise, Captain, into any private room which you can spare me ? I must write a few letters before this business comes on. God grant it were well over ! " And the Captain led the Colonel into almost the only other room of his house, callicg, with many oaths, to a pack of negro servants, to disperse thence, who were chattering loudly among one another, and no doubt discussing the quarrel which had just taken place. Edwin, the Colonel's man, returned with his master's portmanteau, and as he looked from the window, he saw Sady, George Warrington's negro, galloping away upon his errand, doubtless, and in the direction of Castlewood. The Colonel, young and naturally hot-headed, but the most courteous and scrupulous of men, and ever keeping his strong passions under guard, could not but think with amazement of the position in which he found himself, and of the three, perhaps four enemies, who appeared suddenly before him, menacing his life. How had this strange series of quarrels been brought about ? He had ridden away a few hours since from Castlewood, with his young companions, and, to all seeming, they' were perfect friends. A shower of rain sends them into a tavern, where there are a couple of recruiting officers, and tliey are not seated for half an hour, at a social table, but he has quarrelled with the whole company, called this one names, agreed to meet another in combat, and threatened chas- tisement to a third, the son of his most intimate friend ! THE VIRGINIANS. 75 CHAPTEE XI. WHEREIN THE TWO GEOEGES PEEPAEE FOE BLOOD, The Yirginian Colonel remained in one chamber of the tavern, occu- pied with gloomy preparations for the ensuing meeting ; his adversary in the other room thought fit to make his testamentary dispositions, too, and dictated by his obedient brother and secretary a grandiloquent letter to his mother, of whom, and by that writing, he took a solemn farewell. She would hardly, he supposed, pursue the scheme which she had in view (a peculiar satirical emphasis was laid upon the scheme which she had in view), after the event of that morning, should he fall, as probably would be the case. "My dear, dear George, don't say that!" cried the affrighted secretary. " As probably will be the case," George persisted with great majesty. *' You know what a good shot Colonel George is, Harry. I, myself, am pretty fair at a mark, and 'tis probable that one or both of us will drop. — ' 1 scarcely suppose you will carry out the intentions you have at present in view.' " This was uttered in a tone of still greater bitterness than George had used even in the previous phrase. Harry wept as he took it down. " You see I say nothing ; Madam Esmond's name does not ever appear in the quarrel. Do you not remember in our grandfather's life of himself, how he says that Lord Castlewood fought Lord Mohun on a pretext of a quarrel at cards? and never so much as hinted at the lady's name, who was the real cause of the duel ? I took my hint, I confess, from that, Harry, Our mother is not compromised in the . Why child, what have you been writing, and who taught thee to spell?" Harry had written the last words '* in view," in veiv, and a great blot of salt water from his honest, boyish eyes may have obliterated some other bad spelling. *'I can't think about the spelling now, Georgy," whimpered George's clerk. "I'm too miserable for that. I begin to think, perhaps, it's all nonsense, perhaps Colonel George never — " "Never meant to take possession of Castlewood; never gave him- self airs, and patronised us there ; never advised my mother to have me flogged, never intended to marry her ; never insulted me, and was insulted before the King's officers ; never wrote to his brother to say we should be the better for his parental authority ? The paper is there," cried the young man, slapping his breast pocket, "and if anything happens to me, Harry Warrington, you will find it on my corse ! " "Write yourself, Georgy, I canH write," says Harry, digging his 76 THE VIRGINIANS. fists into his eyes, and smearing over the whole composition, bad spelling and all, with his elbows. On this, George, taking another sheet of paper, sate down at his brother's place, and produced a composition in which he introduced the longest words, the grandest Latin quotations, and the most profound satire of which the youthful scribe was master. He desired that his negro boy, Sady, should be set free, that his Horace, a choice of his books, and, if possible, a suitable provision should be made for his affectionate tutor, Mr. Dempster ; that his silver fruit-knife, his music- books, and harpsichord, should be given to little Fanny Mountain ; and that his brother should take a lock of his hair, and wear it in memory of his ever fond and faithfully attached George. And he sealed the document with the seal of arms that his grandfather had worn. ** The watch, of course, will be yours," said George, taking out his grandfather's gold watch and looking at it. "Why two hours and a half are gone ! 'Tis time that Sady should be back with the pistols. Take the watch, Harry, dear." "It's no good!" cried out Harry, flinging his arras round his brother. "If he fights you, I'll fight him, too. If he kills my Georgy, — — him, he shall have a shot at me ! " and the poor lad uttered more than one of those expressions, which are said peculiarly to affect recording angels, who have to take them down at celestial chanceries. Meanwhile, General Braddock's new aide-de-camp had written five letters in his large resolute hand, and sealed them with his seal. One was to his mother, at Mount Vernon ; one to his brother ; one was addressed M. C. only; and one to his Excellency, Major-General Braddock ; " And one, young gentlemen, is for your mother, Madam Esmond," said the boy's informant. Again the Recording Angel had to fly off with a violent expression, which parted from the lips of George AVarrington. The chancery previously mentioned was crowded with such cases, and the mes- sengers must have been for ever on the wing. But I fear for young George and his oath there was no excuse ; for it was an execration littered from a heart full of hatred, and rage, and jealousy. It was the landlord of the tavern who communicated these facts to the young men. The Captain had put on his old militia uniform to do honour to the occasion, and informed the boys that the Colonel was walking up and down the garden a waiting for 'em, and that tlie Reg'lars was a'most sober, too, by this time. A plot of ground near the Captain's log-holise had been enclosd with shingles, and cleared for a kitchen garden ; there indeed paced Colonel Washington, his hands behind his back, his head bowed down, a grave sorrow on his handsome face. The negro servants were crowded at the palings, and looking over. The officers under the porch had wakened up also, as their host remarked. Captain Waring was walking, almost steadily, under the balcony formed by the sloping porch and rooi THE VIRGINIANS. 77 of the wooden house ; and Captain Grace was lolling over the railing, with eyes which stared very much, though, perhaps, they did not see very clearly. Benson's was a famous rendezvous for cock- tights, horse- matches, boxing, and wrestling-matches, such as brought the Yirginiaa country-folks together. There had been many brawls at Benson's, and men who came thither sound and sober had gone thence with ribs broken and eyes gouged out. And squires, and farmers, and negroes, aU participated in the sport. There, then, stalked the tall young Colonel, plunged in dismal meditation. There was no way out of his scrape, but the usual cruel one, which the laws of honour and the practice of the country ordered. Goaded into fury by the impertinence of a boy, he had used insulting words. The young man had asked for reparation. He was shocked to think that George Warrington's jealousy and revenge should have rankled in the young fellow so long : but the wrong had been the Colonel's, and he was bound to pay the forfeit. A great hallooing and shouting, such as negroes use, who love noise at all times, and especially delight to yell and scream when galloping on horseback, was now heard at a distance, and all the heads, wooUy and powdered, were turned in the direction of this outcry. It came from the road over which our travellers had themselves passed three hours before, and, presently, the clattering, of horses' hoofs was heard, and now Mr. Sady made his appearance on his foaming horse, and. actually fired a pistol off in the midst of a prodigious uproar from his woolly brethren. Then he fired another pistol off, to which noises Sady's horse, which had carried Harry "Warrington on many a hunt, was perfectly accustomed; and now he was in the court-yard, surrounded by a score of his bawling comrades, and was descending amidst fluttering fowls and turkeys, kicking horses and shrieking frantic pigs, and brother negroes crowded round him, to whom he instantly began to talk and chatter. <' Sady, sir, come here! " roars out Master Harry. "Sady, come here! confound you!" shouts Master George. (Again the Recording Angel is in requisition, and has to be off" on one of his endless errands to the Register Office.) '' Come directly, Mas'r," says Sady, and resumes his conversation with his woolly brethren. Ho grins. He takes the pistols out of the holster. He snaps the locks. He points them at a grunter, which plunges through the farm-yard. He points down the road, over which he has just galloped, and towards which the woolly heads again turn. He says again, " Comin', Mas'r, Everybody a-comin'." And now, the gallop of other horses is heard. And who is yonder? Little Mr. Dempster, spurring and digging into his poney ; and that lady in a riding- habit on Madam Esmond's little horse, can it be Madam Esmond ? No. It is too stout. As I live it is Mrs. Mountain on Madam's grey ! "OLor! Golly! Hoop! Here dey come! Hurray!" A chorus of negroes rises iip. " Here dey are ! " Dr. Dempster and Mrs. Moun- 78 THE VIRGINIANS. tain have clattered into tlie yard, have jumped from their horses, have elbowed through the negroes, have rushed into the house, have run through it and across the porch, where the British officers are sitting in muzzy astonishment; have run down the stairs to the garden where George and Harry are walking, their tall enemy stalking opposite to them ; and almost ere George Warrington has had time sternly to say, "What do you do here. Madam?" Mrs. Mountain has flung her arms round his neck and cries: "0 George, my darling! It's a mistake I It's a mistake, and is all my fault !" ** What's a mistake?" asks George, majestically separating himself from the embrace. " What is it, Mounty ? " cries Harry, all of a tremble. *<,That paper I took out of his portfolio, that paper I picked up, children ; where the Colonel says he is going to marry a widow with two children. Who should it be but you, children, and who should it be but your mother ? " "Well?" " Well, it's — it's not your mother. It's that little widow Custis whom the Colonel is going to marry. He'd always take a rich one ; I knew he would. It's not Mrs. Rachel Warrington. He told Madam so to-day, just before he was going away, and that the marriage was to come off after the campaign. And — and your mother is furious, boys. And when Sady came for the pistols, and told the whole house how you were going to fight, I told him to fire the pistols off; and I galloped after him, and I've nearly broken my poor old bones in coming to you." " I have a mind to break Mr. Sady's," growled George. " I specially enjoined the villain not to say a word." "Thank God he did, brother," said poor Harry. "Thank God h© did!" "What will Mr. Washington and those gentlemen think of my servant telling my mother at home that I was going to fight a duel ? " asks Mr. George, still in wrath. "You have shown your proofs before, George," says Harry respect- fully. " And, thank Heaven, you are not going to fight our old friend, — our grandfather's old friend. For, it was a mistake : and there is no quarrel now, dear, is there ? You were unkind to him under a wrong impression." " I certainly acted under ft wrong impression,'* owns George, «*but— " "George! George Washington!" Harry here cries out, springing over the cabbage-garden towards the bowling-green, where the Colonel was stalking, and though we cannot hear him, we see hira, with both his hands out, and with the eagerness of youth, and with a hundred blunders, and with love and affection thrilling in his honest voice we imagine the lad telling his tale to his friend. There was a custom in those days which has disappeared from our manners now, but which then lingered. When Harry had finished his THE VIRGINIAN'S. 79 artless story, his friend the Colonel took him fairly to his arms, and held > him to his heart : and his voice faltered as he said, " Thank God, thank God for this ! " " George," said Harry, "who felt now how he loved his friend with all his heart, "how I wish I was going with you on the campaign !" The other pressed both the boy's hands, in a grasp of friendship, which, each knew, never would slacken. Then, the Colonel advanced, gravely holding out his hand to Harry's elder brother. Perhaps Harry wondered that the two did not embrace as he and the Colonel had just done. But, though hands were joined, the salutation was only formal and stern on both sides. "I find I have done you a wrong, Colonel Washington," George said, ** and must apologise, not for the error, but for much of my late behaviour which has resulted from it." *' The error was mine ! It was I who found that paper in your room, I and showed it to George, and was jealous of you. Colonel. All women are jealous," cried Mrs. Mountain. *' 'Tis a pity you could not have kept your eyes oS my paper, \ Madam," said Mr. Washington. "You will permit me to say so. A j great deal of mischief has come because I chose to keep a secret which ! concerned only myself and another person. For a long time, George i Warrington's heart has been black with anger against me, and my [ feeling towards him has, I own, scarce been more friendly. All this I pain might have been spared to both of us, had my private papers only been read by those for whom they were written. I shall say no more now, lest my feelings again should betray mo into hasty words. Heaven bless thee, Harry ! Farewell, George ! And take a true friend's advice, and try and be less ready to think evil of your friends. We shall meet again at the camp, and will keep our weapons for the enemy. Gentle- men ! if you remember this scene to-morrow, you will know where to Jind me." And with a very stately bow to the English ofilcers, the Colonel left the abashed company, and speedily rode away. CHAPTER XII. IfEWS PROM THE CAMP. We must fancy that the parting between the brothers is over, that George has taken his place in Mr. Braddock's family, and Harry has returned home to Castlewood and his duty. His heart is with the army, and his pursuits at home olfer the boy no pleasure. He does not care to own how deep his disappointment is, at being obliged to stay under the homely, quiet roof, now more melancholy than ever since George is away. Harry passes his brother's empty chamber with an averted face ; takes George's place at the head of the table, and sighs as he drinks 80 THE VIRGINIANS. from his silver tankard. Madam Warrington calls the toast of "the King," stoutly every day ; and, on Sundays, when Harry reads the Service, and prays for all travellers by land and by water, she says, *' We beseech thee to hear us," with a peculiar solemnity. She insists on talking about George constantly, but quite cheerfully, and as if his return was certain. She walks into his vacant room, with head upright, and no outward signs of emotion. She sees that his books, linen, papers, &c., are arranged with care ; talking of him with a very special respect, and specially appealing to the old servants at meals, and so forth, regarding things which are to be done "when Mr. George comes home." Mrs. Mountain is constantly on the whimper when George's name is mentioned, and Harry's face wears a look of the most ghastly alarm ; but his mother's is invariably grave and sedate. She makes more blunders at picquet and backgammon than you would expect from her ; and the servants find her awake and dressed, however early they may rise. She has prayed Mr. Dempster to come back into residence at Castlewood. She is not severe or haughty (as her wont certainly was) with any of the party, but quiet in her talk with them, and gentle in assertion and reply. She is for ever talking of her father and his campaigns, who came out of them all with no very severe wounds to hurt him ; and so she hopes and trusts will her eldest son. George writes frequent letters home to his brother, and, now the army is on its march, compiles a rough journal, which he forwards as occasion serves. This document is perused with great delight and eagerness by the youth to whom it is addressed, and more than once read out in family council, on the long summer nights, as Madam Esmond sits upright at her tea-table — (she never condescends to use the back of a chair) — as little Fanny Mountain is busy with' her sewing, as Mr. Dempster and Mrs. Mountain sit over their cards, as the hushed old servants of the house move about silently in the gloaming, and listen to the words of the young master. Hearken to Harry Warrington reading out his brother's letter ! As we look at the slim characters on the yellow page, fondly kept and put aside, we can almost fancy him alive who wrote and who read it — and yet, lo ! they are as if they never had been ; their portraits faint images in frames of tarnished gold. Were they real once, or are they mere phantasms ? Did they live and die once? Did they love each other as true brothers and loyal gentle- men ? Can we hear their voices in the past ? Sure I know Harry's, and yonder he sits in the warm summer evening, and reads his young brother's simple story : — "It must be owned that the provinces are acting scurvily by his Majesty King George II., and his representative here is in a flame of fury. Virginia is bad enough, and poor Maryland not much better, but Pennsylvania is worst of all. We pray them to send us troops from home to fight the French ; and we promise to maintain the troops when they come. We not only don't keep our promise, and malce scarce any provision for our defenders, but our people insist upon the THE VIRGINIANS. 81 most exorbitant prices for their cattle and stores, and actually cheat the soldiers who are come to fight their battles. No wonder the General swears and the troops are sulky. The delays have been endless. Owing to the failure of the several provinces to provide their promised stores and means of locomotion, weeks and months have elapsed, during which time, no doubt, the French have been strengthening themselves on our frontier and in the forts they have turned us out of. Though there never will be any love lost between me and Colonel Washington, it must be owned that your favourite (I an; not jealous, Hal) is a brave man and a good officer. The family respect him very much, and the General is always asking his opinion. Indeed, he is almost the only /nan who has seen the Indians in their war- paint, and I own I think he was right in firing upon Mons. Jumonville last year. "There is to be no more suite to that other quarrel at Benson*s Tavern than there was to the proposed battle between Colonel W. and a certain young gentleman who shall be nameless. Captain Waring wished to pursue it on coming into camp, and brought the message from Captain Grace, which your friend, who is as bold as Hector, was for taking up, and employed a brother aide-de-camp, Colonel Wingfield, on his side. But when Wingfield heard the circumstances of the quarrel, how it had arisen from Grace being drunk, and was fomented by Waring being tipsy, and how the two 44th gentlemen had chosen to insult a mil^^tia officer, he swore that Colonel Washington should not meet the 44th men ; that he would carry the matter straightway to his Excellency, who would bring the two captains to a court-martial for brawling with the militia, and drunkenness, and indecent behaviour, and the captains were fain to put up their toasting-irons, and swallow their wrath. They were good-natured enough out of their cups, and ate their humble pie with very good appetites at a reconciliation dinner which Colonel W. had with the 44th, and where he was as perfectly stupid and correct as Prince Prettyman need be. Hang him ! He has no faults, and that's why I dislike him. When he marries that widow — ah me ! what a dreary life she w^ill have of it." "I wonder at the taste of some men, and the effrontery of some women," says Madam Esmond, laying her tea-cup down. "I wonder at any woman who has been married once, so forgetting herself as to marry again ! Don't you. Mountain I " *' Monstrous ! " says Mountain with a queer look. Dempster keeps his eyes steadily fixed on his glass of punch. Harry looks as if he was choking with laughter, or with some other concealed emotion, but his mother says, "Go on, Harry! Continue with your brother's journal. He writes well : but ah, will he ever be able to write like my papa ? ' Harry resumes. " We keep the strictest order here in camp, and the orders against drunkenness and ill -behaviour on the part of the men are verv severe. The roll of each company is called at morning, noon, and 1 i'iit, and a return of the absent and disorderly is given in by the o 82 THE VIRGINIANS. officer, to the commanding officer of the regiment, vpho has to see that they are properly punished. The men are punished, and the drummers are always at work, Harry, but it made one sick to see the first blood drawn from a great strong white back, and to hear the piteous yell of the poor fellow." " Oh, horrid ! " says Madam Esmond. " I think I should have murdered "Ward if he had flogged me. Thank heaven he got off with only a crack of the ruler ! The men, I say, are looked after carefully enough. I wish the officers were. The Indians have just broken up their camp, and retired in dudgeon, because the young officers were for ever drinking with the squaws — and —and — hum — ha." Here Mr. Harry pauses, as not caring to proceed with the narrative, in the presence of little Fanny, very likely, who sits primly in her chair by her mother's side, working her little sampler. " Pass over that about the odious tip'y creatures," says Madam. And Harry commences, in a loud tone, a much more satisfactory statement. *' Each regiment has Divine Service performed at the head of its colours every Sunday. The General does everything in the power of mortal man to prevent plundering, and to encourage the people round about to bring in provisions. He has declared soldiers shall be shot who dare to interrupt or molest the market people. He has ordered the price of provisions to be raised a penny a pound, and has lent money out of his Dwn pocket to provide the camp. Altogether, he is a strange compound, this General. He flogs his men without mercy, but he gives without stint. He swears most tremendous oaths in conversation, and tells stories which Mountain would be shocked to hear — ■" "Why 7nef" asks Mountain; *'and what have I to do with the General's silly stories f " "Never mind the stories; and go on, Harry," cries the mistress of the house. " — would be shocked to hear after dinner: but he never misses service. He adores his great Duke, and has his name constantly on his lips. Our two regiments both served in Scotland, where I dare say Mr. Dempster knew the colour of their facings." " We saw the tails of their coats, as well as their facings," growls the little Jacobite tutor. "Colonel Washington has had the fever very smartlj^ and has hardly been well enough to keep up with the march. Had he noi better go home and be nursed by his widow ? When either of us is il.' , we are almost as good friends again as ever. But I feel somehow as if I can't forgive him for having wronged him. Good Powers ! How I have been hating him for these months past ! Harry I I was in a fury at the tavern the other day, because Mountain came up so soon, and put an end to our diffirence. We ought to have burned a little gunpowder between us, and cleared tlie air. But though I don't love him as you do, I know he is a good soldier, a good officer, and a brave, honest man ; THE VIRGINIANS. and, at any rate, shall love him none the worse for not wanting to be our step-father." *' A step-father, indeed!" cries Harry's mother. *' "Why, jealousy and prejudice have perfectly maddened the poor child ! Do you suppose the Marquis of Esmond's daughter and heiress could not have found other step-fathers for her sons than a mere provincial surveyor ? If there are any more such allusions in George's journal, I beg you skip 'em, Harry, my dear. About this piece of folly and blundering, there hath been quite talk enough already." " 'Tis a pretty sight," Harry continued, reading from his brother's journal, "to see a long line of red-coats, threading through the woods or taking their ground after the march. The care against surprise is so great and constant, that we defy prowling Indians to come unawares upon us, and our advanced sentries and savages have on the contrary fallen in with the enemy and taken a scalp or two from them. They are such cruel villains, these French and their painted allies, that we do not think of showing them mercy. Only think, we found but yesterday a little boy scalped but yet alive in a lone house, where his parents had been attacked and murdered by the savage enemy, of whom — so great is his indignation at their cruelty — our General has offered a reward of £o for all the Indian scalps brought in. *' When our march is over, you should see our camp, and all the care bestowed on it. Our baggage and our General's tents and guard are placed quite in the centre of the camp. We have outlying sentries by twos, by threes, by tens, by whole companies. At the least surprise, they are instructed to run in on the main body, and rally round the tents and baggage, which are so arranged themselves as to be a strong fortifi- cation, Sady and I, you must know, are marching on foot now, and my horses are carrying baggage. The Pennsylvanians sent such rascally animals into camp that they speedily gave in. What good horses were left, 'twas our duty to give up : and Eoxana has a couple of packs upon her back instead of her young master. She knows me right well, and whinnies when she sees me, and I walk by her side, and we have many a talk together on the march. *' July 4. To guard against surprises, we are all warned to pay espe- cial attention to the beat of the drum ; always halting when they hear the long roll beat, and marching at the beat of the long march. We are more on the alert regarding the enemy now. We have our advanced pickets doubled, and two sentries at every post. The men on the ad- vanced pickets are constantly underarms, with fixed bayonets, all through the night, and relieved every two hours. The half that are relieved lie down by their arms, but are not suffered to leave their pickets. 'Tis evi- dent that we are drawing very near to the enemy now. This packet goes out with the General's to Colonel Dunbar's camp, who is thirty miles behind us ; and will be carried thence to Frederick, and thence to my lionoured mother's house at Castle wood, to whom I send my duty, with kindest remembrances, as to all friends there, and how much love I need a 2 84 THE TIEGINIANS. not say to my dearest brother from his affectionate George E. War- rington." The whole land was now lying parched and scorching in the July heat. For ten days no news had come from the column advancing on the Ohio. Their march, though it toiled but slowly through the painful forest, must bring them ere long up with the enemy ; the troops, led by consummate captains, were accustomed now to the wilderness, and not afraid of surprise. Every precaution had been taken against ambush. It was the outlying enemy who were discovered, pursued, destroyed, by the vigilant scouts and skirmishers of the British force. The last news heard was that the army had advanced considerably beyond the ground of Mr. "Washington's discomfiture on the previous year, and two daya after must be within a day's march of the French fort. About taking it no fears were entertained ; the amount of the French reinforcements from Montreal was known. Mr. Braddock, with his two veteran regiments from Britain, and their allies of Virginia and Pennsylvania, were more than a match for any troops that could be collected under the white flag. Such continued to be the talk, in the sparse towns of our Virginian province, at the gentry's houses, and the rough road-side taverns, where people met and canvassed the war. The few messengers who were sent back by the General reported well of the main force. *Twas thought the enemy would not stand or defend himself at all. Had he intended to attack, he might have seized a dozen occasions for assaulting o.ur troops at passes through which they had been allowed to go entirely free. So George had given up his favourite mare, like a hero as he was, and was marching a-foot with the line? Madam Esmond vowed that he should have the best horse in Virginia or Carolina in place of Roxana. There were horses enough to be had in the provinces, and for money. It was only for the King's service that they were not forthcoming. Although at their family meetings and repasts the inmates of Castlewood always talked cheerfully, never anticipating any but a triumphant issue to the campaign, or acknowledging any feeling of disquiet, yet, it must be owned, they were mighty uneasy, when at home, quitting it cease- lessly, and for ever on the trot from one neighbour's house to another in quest of news. It was prodigious how quickly reports ran and spread. When, for instance, a certain noted border warrior, called Colonel Jack, had offered himself and his huntsmen to the General, who had declined the ruffian's terms or his proffered service, the defection of Jack and his men was the talk of thousands of tongues immediately. The house negroes, in their midnight gallops about the country, in search of junketting or sweethearts, brought and spread news over amazingly wide districts. They had a curious knowledge of the incidents of the march for a fortnight at least after its commencement. They knew and laughed at the cheats practised on the army, for horses, provisions, and the like ; for a good bargain over the foreigner was not an unfre- quent or unpleasant practice among New Yorkers, Pennsylvanians, or Marylanders ; though 'tis known that American folks have become perfectly THE VIEGINIAXS. 85 artless and simple in later times, and never grasp, and never overreach, and are never selfish now. For three weeks after the army's departure the thousand reports regarding it were cheerful ; and when our Castle- wood friends met at their supper, their tone was confident and their news pleasant. But on the 10th of July a vast and sudden gloom spread over the province. A look of terror and doubt seemed to fall upon every face. Afii-ighted negroes wistfully eyed their masters and retired, and hummed and whispered with one another. The fiddles ceased in the quarters : the song and laugh of those cheery black folk were hushed. Right and left, everybody's servants were on the gallop for news. The country taverns were thronged with horsemen, who drank and cursed and brawled at the bars, each bringing his gloomy story. The army had been surprised. The troops had fallen into an ambuscade, and had been cut up almost to a man. All the officers were taken down by the French marksmen and the savages. The General had been wounded, and carried ofi" the field in his sash. Four days afterwards the report was that the Oeneral was dead, and scalped by a French Indian. Ah, what a scream poor Mrs. Mountain gave, when Gumbo brought this news from across the James Eiver, and little Fanny sprang crying to her mother's arms! "Lord Gud Almighty, watch over us, and defend my boy ! " said Mrs. Esmond, sinking down on her knees, and lifting her rigid hands to Heaven. The gentlemen were not at home when this rumour arrived, but they came in an hour or two afterwards, •each from his hunt for news. The Scots tutor did not dare to look up and meet the widow's agonising looks. Harry Warrington was as pale as his mother. It might not be true about the manner of the General's death — but he was dead. The army had been surprised by Indians, and had fled, and been killed without seeing the enemy. An express had arrived from Dunbar's camp. Fugitives were pouring in there. Should he go and see ? He must go and see. He and stout little Dempster armed themselves and mounted, taking a couple of mounted servants with them. They followed the northward track which the expeditionary army had hewed out for itself, and at every step which brought them nearer to the scene of action, the disaster of the fearful day seemed to magnify. The day after the defeat a number of the miserable fugitives from the fatal battle of the 9th July had reached Dunbar's camp, fifty miles from the field. " Thither poor Harry and his companions rode, stopping stragglers, asking news, giving money, getting from one and all the same gloomy tale — A thousand men were slain — two-thirds of the officers were down — All the General's aides-de-camp were hit. Were hit ? — ■ but were they killed ? Those who fell never rose again. The tomahawk did its work upon them. brother, brother ! All the fond memories of their youth, all the dear remembrances of their childhood, the love and the laughter, the tender romantic vows which they had pledged to each, ♦ther as lads, were recalled by Harry with pangs inexpressibly keen. THE VIEGINIANS. Wounded men looked up and were softened by his grief: rough women melted as they raw the woe written on the handsome young face : the hardy old tutor could scarcely look at him for tears, and grieved for him even more than for his dear pupil who lay dead under the savage Indian knife. CHAPTEE XIII. PROFITLESS QUEST. At every step which Harry Warrington took towards Pennsylvania^' the reports of the British disaster were magnified and confirmed. Those' two famous regiments which had fought in the Scottish and Continental^ wars, had fled from an enemy almost unseen, and their boasted discipline- and valour had not enabled them to face a band of savages and a few' French infantry. The unfortunate commander of the expedition had shown the utmost bravery and resolution. Four times his horse had been shot under him. Twice he had been wounded, and the last time of the mortal hurt which ended his life three days after the battle. More than one of Harry's informants described the action to the poor lad, — the passage of the river, the long line of advance through the wilderness, the firing in front, the vain struggle of the men to advance, and the artillery to clear the way of the enemy ; then the ambushed fire from behind every bush and tree, and the murderous fusillade, by which at least half of the expeditionary force had been shot down. But not all the General's suite were killed, Harry heard. One of his aides-de-camp, a Yirginian gentleman, was ill of fever and exhaustion at Dunbar's camp. One of them — but which ? To the camp Harry hurried, and reached it at length. It was George Washington Harry found stretched in a tent there, and not his brother. A sharper pain than that of the fever Mr. Washington declared he felt, when he saw Harry Warrington, and could give him no news of George. Mr. Washington did not dare to tell Harry all. For three days after the fight, his duty had been to be near the General. On the fatal 9th of July, he had seen George go to the front with orders from the chief, to whose side he never returned. After Braddock himself died, the aide- de-camp had found means to retrace his course to the field. The corpses which remained there were stripped and horridly mutilated. One body he buried which he thought to be George Warrington's. His own illness was increased, perhaps occasioned, by the anguish which he underwent in his search for the unhappy young volunteer. "Ah, George! If you had loved him you would have found him. dead or alive," Harry cried out. Nothing would satisfy him but that he, too, should go to the ground and examine it. With money he procured a guide or two. He forded the river at the place where the army had THE YIEGINIANS. 87 passed over : he went from one end to the other of the dreadful field. It was no longer haunted by Indians now. The birds of prey were feeding on the mangled festering carcases. Save in his own grand- father, lying very calm, with a sweet smile on his lip, Harry had never yet seen the face of Death. The horrible spectacle of mutilation caused him to turn away with shudder and loathing. "What news could the vacant woods, or those festering corpses lying under the trees, give the lad of his lost brother ? He was for going, unarmed, and with a white flag, to the French fort, whither, after their victory, the enemy had returned ; but his guides refused to advance with him. The French might possibly respect them, but the Indians would not. " Keep your hair for your lady-mother, my young gentleman," said the guide. " 'Tis enough that she loses one son in this campaign." When Harry returned to the English encampment at Dunbar's, it was his turn to be down with the fever. Delirium set in upon him, and he lay some time in the tent and on the bed from which his friend had just risen convalescent. For some days he did not know who watched him ; and poor Dempster, who had tended him in more than one of these maladies, thought the widow must lose both her children ; but the fever was so far subdued that the boy was enabled to rally some- what, and get to horseback. Mr. Washington and Dempster both escorted him home. It was with a heavy heart, no doubt, that all three beheld once more the gates of Castlewuod. A servant in advance had been sent to announce their coming. First came Mrs. Mountain and her little daughter, welcoming Harry with many tears and embraces, but she scarce gave a nod of recognition to Mr. Washington ; and the little girl caused the young officer to start, and turn deadly pale, by coming up to him with her hands behind her, and asking, "Why have you not brought George back too?" Harry did not hear. The sobs and caresses of his good friend and nurse, luckily kept him from listening to little Fanny. Dempster was graciously received by the two ladies. ''Whatever could be done, we know you would do, Mr. Dempster," says Mrs. Mountain, giving him her hand. " Make a curtsey to Mr. Dempster, Fanny, and remember, child, to be grateful to all who have been friendly to our benefactors. AVill it please you to take any refresh- ment before you ride. Colonel Washington ? " j\Ir. Washington had had a sufficient ride already, and counted as certainly upon the hospitality of Castlewood, as he would upon the shelter of his own house. '* The time to feed my horse, and a glas3 of water for myself, and I will trouble Castlewood hospitality no farther," Mr. Washington said. " Sure, George, you have your room here, and my mother is above stairs getting it ready I " cries Harry. " That poor horso of youra stumbled with you, and can't go farther this evening." " Hush! Your mother v^ron't see him, child/' whispered Mrs, Mountain. 88 THE VIEGINIANS. ** Kot see George ? Why, he is like a son of the house," cries Harry, *' She had best not see him. I don't meddle any more in family matters, child : but when the Colonel's servant rode in, and said you were coming. Madam Esmond left this room, my dear, where she was sitting reading Drelincourt, and said she felt she could not see Mr. "Washington. W^ill you go to her ? " Harry took his friend's arm, and excusing himself to the Colonel, to whom he said he would return in a few minutes, he left the parlour in which they had assembled, and went to the upper rooms, where Madam Esmond was. He was hastening across the corridor, and, with an averted head, pass- ing by one especial door, which he did not like to look at, for it was Ibat of his brother's room ; but as he came to it. Madam Esmond issued fiom it, and folded him to her heart, and led him in. A settee was by the bed, and a book of psalms lay on the coverlet. All the rest of the room was exactly as George had left it. " My poor child ! How thin thou art grown — how haggard you look ! Never mind. A mother's care will make thee well again. 'Twas nobly done to go and brave sickness and danger in search of your brother. Had others been as faithful, he might be here now. Never mind, my Harry ; our hero will come back to us, — I know he is not dead. One so good, and so brave, and so gentle, and so clever as he was, I know is not lost to us altogether." (Perhaps Harry thought within himself that his mother had not always been accustomed so to speak of her eldest son.) *' Dry up thy tears, my dear ! He will come back to us, I know he will come." And when Harry pressed her to give a reason for her belief, she said she had seen her father two nights running in a dream, and he had told her that her boy was a prisoner among the Indians. Madam Esmond's grief had not prostrated her as Harry's had when first it fell upon him ; it had rather stirred and animated her : her eyes were eager, her countenance angry and revengeful. The lad wondered almost at the condition in which he found his mother. But when he besought her to go downstairs, and give a hand of wel- come to George Washington, who had accompanied him, the lady's excite- ment painfully increased. She said she should shudder at touching his hand. She declared Mr. Washington had taken her son from her, she could not sleep under the same roof with him. ** He gave me his bed when I was ill, mother ; and if our George is alive, how has George Washington a hand in his death ? Ah ! please God it be only as you say," cried Harry, in bewilderment. *' If your brother returns, as return he will, it will not be through Mr, Washington's help," said Madam Esmond. *' He neither defended George on the field, nor would he bring him out of it." " But he tended me most kindly in my fever," interposed Harry. * * He was yet ill when he gave up his bed to me, and was thinking of his friend, when any other man would have thought only of himself." '* A friend ! A pretty friend ! " sneers the lady. " Of all his Excel- lency's aides-de-camp, my gentleman is the only one who comes back THE YIRGIXIAXS. Tinwouaded. The brave and noble fall, but he, to be sure, is un- hurt. I confide my boy to him, the pride of my life, whom he will defend with his, forsooth! And he leaves my George in the forest, and brings me back himself! 0, a pretty welcome I must give him ! " " No gentleman," cried Harry, warmly, " was ever refused shelter under my grandfather's roof." « no, — no gentlemari ! " exclaims the little widow ; •* let us go down, if you like, son, and pay our respects to this one. Will you please to give me your arm ? " and taking an arm which was very little able to give her support, she walked down the broad stairs, and into the apartment where the Colonel sate. She made him a ceremonious curtsey, and extended one of the little hands, which she allowed for a moment to rest in his. ** I wish that our meeting had been happier. Colonel Washington," she said. " You do not grieve more than I do that it is otherwise, Madam," said the Colonel. ** I might have wished that the meeting had been spared, that I might not have kept you from friends whom you are naturally anxious to see — that my boy's indisposition had not detained you. Home and his good nurse Mountain, and his mother and our good Doctor Dempster will soon restore him. 'Twas scarce necessary, Colonel, that you, who have so many afi^airs on your hands, military and domestic, should turn doctor too." *' Harry was ill and weak, and I thought it was my duty to ride by him," faltered the Colonel. *' You yourself, sir, have gone through Wie fatigues and dangers of the campaign in the most wonderful manner," said the widow, curtseying again, and looking at him with her impenetrable black eyes. " I wish to Heaven, Madam, some one else had come back in my place ! " *' Nay, sir, you have ties which must render your life more than ever valuable and dear to you, and duties to which, I know, you must be anxious to betake yourself. In our present deplorable state of doubt and distress, Castlewood can be a welcome place to no stranger, much less to you, and so I know, sir, you will be for leaving us ere long. Aud you will pardon me if the state of my own spirits obliges me for the most part to keep my chamber. But my friends here will bear you company as long as you favour us, whilst I nurse my poor Harry up-stairs. Mountain ! you will have the cedar room on the ground-floor ready for Mr. Washington, and anything in the house is at his command. Farewell, sir. Will you be pleased to present my compliments to your mother, who will be thankful to have her son safe and sound out of the war, — as also to my young friend Martha Custis, to whom and to whose children I wish every hap- piness. Come, my son ! " and with these words, and another freezing curtsey, the pale little woman retreated, looking steadily at the Colonel, who stood dumb on the floor. 90 THE VIEGINIANS. Strong as Madam Esmond's belief appeared to be respecting her son's safety, the house of Castlewood naturally remained sad and gloomy. She might forbid mourning for herself and family ; but her heart was in black, whatever face the resolute little lady persisted in wearing before the world. To look for her son, was hoping against hope. No authentic account of his death had indeed arrived, and no one appeared who had seen him fall ; but hundreds more had been so stricken on that fatal day, with no eyes to behold their last pangs, save those of the lurking enemy and the comrades dying by their side. A fortnight after the defeat, when Harry was absent on his quest, George's servant, Sady, reappeared wounded and maimed at Castlewood. But he could give no coherent account of the battle, only of his flight from the centre, where he was with the baggage. He had no news of his master since the morning of the action. For many days Sady lurked in the negro quarters away from the sight of Madam Esmond, whose anger he did not dare to face. That lady's few neighbours spoke of her as labouring under a delusion. So strong was it, thtit there were times when George and the other members of the little Castlewood family were almost brought to share in it. It seemed nothing strange to Aer, that hei father out of another world should promise her her son's life. In this world or the next, that family sure must be of consequence, she thought. Nothing had ever yet happened to her sons, no accident, no fever, no important illness, but she had a prevision of it. She could enumerate half-a-dozen instances, which, indeed, her household was obliged more or less to confirm, how, when anything had happened to the boys at ever so great a distance, she had known of their mishap and its consequences. No, George was not dead : George was a prisoner among the Indians ; George would come back and rule over Castlewood ; as sure, as sure as his Majesty would send a great force from home to recover the tarnished glory of the British arms, and to drive the French out of the Americas. As for Mr. Washington, she would never with her own good will behold him again. He had promised to protect George with his life. Why was her son gone and the Colonel alive ? How dared he to face her after that promise, and appear before a mother without her son? She trusted she knew her duty. She bore ill will to no one : but as an Esmond, she had a sense of honour, and Mr. Washington had forfeited hers in letting her son out of his sight. He had to obey superior orders (some one perhaps objected) ? Psha ! a promise was a promise. He had promised to guard George's life with his own, and where was her boy ? And was not the Colonel (a pretty Colonel, indeed !) sound and safe ? Do not tell me that his coat and hat had shots through them! (This was her answer to another humble plea in Mr. Washington's behalf.) Can't I go into the study this instant and fire two shots with my papa's pistols through this paduasoy skirt, — and should / be killed ? She laughed at the notion of death resulting from any such opera- tion; nor was her laugh very pleasant to hear. The satire of people THE YIRGINIANS. 91 vrho have little natural humour is seldom good sport for bystanders. I think dull men^sfacctiis are mostly cruel. So, if Hairy wanted to meet his friend, he had to do so in secret, at court-houses, taverns, or various places of resort ; or in their little ' towns, where the provincial gentry assembled. 2^0 man of spirit, she vowed, could meet Mr. "Washington after his base desertion of her family. She was exceedingly excited when she heard that the Colonel and her son absolutely had met. What a heart must Harry have to give his hand to one whom she considered as little better than George's murderer ! For shame to say so ! For shame upon you, ungrateful boy, forgetting the dearest, noblest, most perfect of brothers, for that tall, gawky, fox-hunting Colonel, with his horrid oaths ! How can he be George's murderer, when I say my boy is not dead ? He is not dead, because my instinct never deceived me: because, as sure as I see his picture now before me, — only, 'tis not near so noble or so good as he used to look, — so surely two nights running did my papa appear to me in my dreams. You doubt about that, very likely ? 'Tis because you never loved anybody sufficiently, my poor Harry ; else you might have leave to see them in dreams, as has been vouchsafed to some. * *' I think I loved George, mother," cried Harry, "I have often prayed that I might dream about him, and I don't." " How you can talk, sir, of loving George, and then go and meet your Mr.Washington at horse-races, I can't understand ! Can you, Mountain?" " We can't understand many things in our neighbours' characters. I can understand that our boy is unhappy, and that he does not get strength, and that he is doing no good here, in Castlewood, or moping at the taverns and court-houses with horse-coupers and idle company,'* grumbled Mountain in reply to her patroness : and, in truth, the dependent was right. There was not only grief in the Castlewood House, but there was disunion. '*I cannot tell how it came," said Harry, as he brought the story to an end, which we have narrated in the preceding pages,, and which he confided to his new-found English relative, Madame de Bernstein; '< but since that fatal day of July, last year, and my return home, my mother never has been the same woman. She seemed to love none of us as she used. She was for ever praising George, and yet she did not seem as if she liked him much when he was with us. She hath plunged, more deeply than ever, into her books of devotion, out of which she only manages to extract grief and sadness, as I think. Such a gloom has fallen over our wretched Virginian House of Castlewood, that we all grew ill, and pale as ghosts who inhabited it. Mountain told me, madam, that, for nights, my mother would not close her eyes. I have had her at my bed-side, looldng so ghastly, that I have started from my own sleep, fancying a ghost before me. By one means or other she has wrought herself into a state of excitement which, if not delirium, is akin to it. I was again and again struck down by the fever, and all the Jesuits' Lark in America could not cure me. We 92 THE VIEGINIANS. have a tobacco-house and some land about the new town of Richmond, in our province, and went thither, as Williamsburg is no wholesomer than our own place ; and there I mended a little, but still did not get quite well, and the physicians strongly counselled a sea-voyage. My mother, at one time, had thoughts of coming with me, but — (and here the lad blushed and hung his head down) — we did not agree very well, though I know we loved each other very heartily, and 'twas determined that I should see the world for myself. So I took passage in our ship from the James River, and was landed at Bristol. And 'twas only on the 9th of July, this year, at sea, as had been agreed between me and Madam Esmond, that I put mourning on for my dear brother." So that little Mistress of the Virginian Castlewood, for whom I am sure we have all the greatest respect, had the knack of rendering the people round about her uncomfortable ; quarrelled with those she loved best, and exercised over them her wayward jealousies and imperious humours, until they were not sorry to leave her. Here was money enough, friends enough, a good position, and the respect of the world ; a house stored with all manner of plenty, and good things, and poor Harry Warrington was glijd to leave them all behind him. Happy I Who is happ)' ? What good in a stalled ox for dinner every day, and no content therewith ? Is it best to be loved and plagued by those you love, or to have an easy, comfortable indifference at home : to follow your fancies, live there unmolested, and die without causing any painful regrets or tears ? To be sure, when her boy was gone, Madam Esmond forgot all these little tiffs and differences. To hear her speak of both her children, you would fancy they were perfect characters, and had never caused her a moment's worry or annoyance. These gone. Madam fell naturally upon Mrs. Mountain and her little daughter, and worried and annoyed them. But women bear with hards words more easily than men, are more ready to forgive injuries, or, perhaps, to dissemble anger. Let us trust that Madam Esmond's dependents found their life tolerable, that they gave her Ladyship sometimes as good as they got, that if they quarrelled in the morning they were reconciled at night, and sate down to a tolerably friendly game at cards and an amicable dish of tea. But, without the boys, the great house of Castlewood was dreary to the widow. She left an overseer there to manage her estates, and only paid the place an occasional visit. She enlarged and beautified her house in the pretty little city of Richmond, which began to grow daily in importance. She had company there, and card-assemblies, and preachers in plenty ; and set up her little throne there, to which the gentlefolks of the province were welcome to come and bow. All her domestic negroes, who loved society as negroes will do, were delighted to -exchange the solitude of Castlewood for the gay and merry little town ; where, for a time, and while we pursue Harry Warrington's progress in Europe, we leave the good lady. THE VIRGINIANS. 93 CHAPTEE XIV. HAEKY IN ENGLAND. When the famous Trojan wanderer narrated his escapes and adven- tures to Q-ueen Dido, her Majesty, as we read, took the very greatest interest in the fascinating story-teller who told his perils so eloquently. A history ensued, more pathetic than any of the previous occurrences in the life of Pius ^neas, and the poor princess had reason to rue the day when she listened to that glib and dangerous orator. Harry "War- rington had not pious -6 . ■ THE YIRGINIANS. darting a look at his partner, whicli my Lady Fanny perfectly understood : and so, perhaps, did my Lady Maria at her harpsichord, for she played "with redoubled energy, and nodded her waving curls, over the chords. "Infernal young Choctaw! Is he teaching Fanny the war-dance ? and is Fan going to try her tricks upon him now ? " asked Mr. William, whose temper was not of the best. And that was what Lady Castlewood's look said to Fanny. " Are you going to try your tricks upon him now ? " She made Harry a very low curtsey, and he blushed, and they both stopped dancing, somewhat disconcerted. Lady Maria rose from the harpsichord and walked away. "Nay, go on dancing, young people ! Don't let me spoil sport, and let me play for you," said the Countess ; and she sate down to the instrument and played. " I don't know how to dance," says Harry, hanging his head down, with a blush that the Countess's finest carmine could not equal. "And Fanny was teaching you? Go on teaching him, dearest Fanny ! " " Go on, do ! " says "William, with a sidelong growl. " I — I had rather not show oif my awkwardness in company," adds Harry, recovering himself. " When I know how to dance a minuet, be sure I will ask my cousin to walk one with me." " That will be very soon, dear Cousin Warrington, I am certain,'* remarks the Countess, with her most gracious air. " What game is she hunting now ? " thinks Mr. William to himself, who cannot penetrate his mother's ways ; and that lady, fondly calling her daughter to her elbow, leaves the room. They are no sooner in the tapestried passage leading away to their own apartment, but Lady Castlewood's bland tone entirely changes. " You booby ! " she begins to her adored Fanny. " You double idiot ! what are you going o do with the Huron ? You don't want to marry a creature like that, and be a squaw in a wigwam ? " "Don't, mamma," gasped Lady Fanny. Mamma was pinching her Ladyship's arm black and blue. " I am sure our cousin is very well," Fanny whimpers, " and you said so yourself." " Very well ! Yes ; and heir to a swamp, a negro, a log-cabin, and a barrel of tobacco ! My Lady Frances Esmond, do you remember what your Ladyship's rank is, and what your name is, and who was your Ladyship's mother, when, at three days' acquaintance, you commence dancing — a pretty dance, indeed — with this brat out of Virginia ? " " Mr. Warrington is our cousin," pleads Lady Fanny. "A creature come from nobody knows where is not your cousin! How do we know he is your cousin ? He may be a valet who has taken his master's portmanteau and run away in his post-chaise." " But Madame de Bernstein says he is our cousin," interposes Fasnyj *' and he is the image of the Esmonds." THE YIRGrlNIAXS/ • .97 N *' Madame de Bernstein lias her likes and dislikes, takes up people and forgets people ; and she chooses to profess a mighty fancy for this young man. Because she likes him to-day, is that any. reason why she sliould like him to-raorrow ? Before company, and in your aunt's presence, your Ladyship will please to be as civil to him as necessary ; but, in private, I forbid you to see liini or encourage him." "I don't care, madam, whether your Ladyship forbids me or not ! " cries out Lady Fanny, wrought up to a pitch of revolt. "Very good, Fanny! then I speak to my Lord, and we return to Kensington. If I can't bring you to reason, your brother will." At this juncture the conversation between mother and daughter stopped, or Madame de Bernstein's informer had no further means of hearing or reporting it. It was only in after-days that she told Harry "Warrington a part of what she knew. At present he but saw that his kinsfolks received him n©t unkindly. Lady Castlewood was perfectly civil to him ; tlie young ladies pleasant and pleased; my Lord Castlewood, a man of cold and haughty demeanour, was not more reserved towards Harry than to any of the rest of the family ; Mr. William was ready to drink with him, to ride with bim, to go to races with him, and to play cards with him. "When be proposed to go away, they one and all pressed him to stay. Madame de Bernstein did not tell him how it arose that he was the object of such eager hospitality. He did not know what schemes he was serving or disarranging, whose or what anger he was creating. He fancied he was welcome because those around him were his kins- men, and never thought that those could be his enemies out of whose cup he was drinking, and whose hand he was pressing every night and morning. CHAPTEE XV. A SUNDAY AT CASTLEWOOD. The second day after Harry's arrival at Castlewood was a Sunday. The chapel appertaining to the castle was the village church. A door from the house communicated with a great state pew which the family occupied, and here after due time they all took their places in order, whilst a rather numerous congregation from the village filled the seats below. A few ancient dusty banners hung from the church- roof ; and Harry pleased himself in imagining that they had been borne by retainers of his family in the Commonwealth wars, in which, as he knew well, his ancestors had taken a loyal and distinguished part, AVithin the altar-rails was the effigy of the Esmond of the time of King James the First, the common forefather of all the group assembled in the famiiy- pew. Madame de Bernstein, in her guality of Bishop's widow, nevS F 98 THE VIEGINIAITS. failed in attendance, and conducted her devotions witli a gravity almost as exemplary as that of the ancestor yonder, in his square beard and red gown, for ever kneeling on his stone hassock before his great marble desk and book, under his emblazoned shield of arms. The clergyman, a tall, high-coloured, handsome young man, read the service in a lively, agreeable voice, giving almost a dramatic point to the chapters of Scripture which he read. The music was good — one of the young ladies of the family touching the organ — and would have been better but for an interruption and something like a burst of laughter from the servants* pew, which was occasioned by Mr. Warrington's lacquey Gumbo, who, knowing the air given out for the psalm, began to sing it in a voice so exceedingly loud and sweet, that the whole congregation turned towards the African warbler ; the parson himself put his handkerchief to his mouth, and the liveried gentlemen from London were astonished out of all propriety. Pleased perhaps with the sensation which he created, Mr. Gumbo continued his performance until it became almost a solo, and the voice of the clerk himself was silenced. For the truth is, that though Gumbo held on to the book, along with pretty Molly, the porter's daughter, who had been the first to welcome the strangers to Castlewood, he sang and recited by ear and not by note, and could not read a syllable of the verses in the book before him. This choral performance over, a brief sermon in due course followed, which, indeed, Harry thought a deal too short. In a lively, familiar, striking discourse the clergyman described a scene of which he had been witness the previous week — the execution of a horse-stealer after Assizes. He described the man and his previous good character, his family, the love they bore one another, and his agony at parting from them. He depicted the execution in a manner startling, terrible, and picturesque. He did not introduce into his sermon the Scripture phraseology, such as Harry had been accustomed to hear it from those somewhat Calvinistic preachers whom his mother loved to frequent, but rather spoke as one man of the world to other sinful people, who might be likely to profit by good advice. The unhappy man just gone, had begun as a farmer of good prospects ; he had taken to drinking, card- playing, horse-racing, cock-fighting, the vices of the age ; against which the young clergyman was generously indignant. Then he had got to poaching, and to horse-stealing, for which he suffered. The divine rapidly drew striking and fearful pictures of these rustic crimes. He startled his hearers by showing that the Eye of the Law was watching the poacher at midnight, and setting traps to catch the criminal. He galloped the stolen horse over highway and common, and from one county into another, but showed E,etribution ever galloping after, seizing the malefactor in the country fair, carrying him before the justice, and never unlocking his manacles till he dropped them at the gallows'-foot. Heaven be pitiful to the sinner ! The clergyman acted the scene, ITe whispered in the criminal's ear at the cart. He dropped his handker- chief on the clerk's head. Harry started back as that handkerchief THE YIRGIXIAX3. 99 dropped. The clergyman liad been talking for more than twenty minutes. Harry could have heard him for an hour more, and thouglit he had not been five minutes in the pulpit. The gentlefolks in the great pew were very much enlivened by the discourse. Once or twice Harry, who could see the pew where the house servants sate, remarked these very attentive; and especially Gumbo, his own man, in an attitude of intense consternation. But the smock-frocks did not seem to heed, and clamped out of church quite unconcerned. Gaffer Brown and Gammer Jones took the matter as it came, and the rosy- cheeked, red- cloaked village lasses sate under their broad hats entirely unmoved. My lord, from his pew, nodded slightly to the clergyman in the pulpit, when that divine's head and wig surged up from the cushion. "Sampson has been strong to-day," said his lordship, **He has assaulted the Philistines in great force." " Beautiful, beautiful ! " says Harry. " Bet five to four it was his Assize sermon. He has been over to Winton to preach, and to see those dogs," cries William. The organist had played the little congregation out into the sunshine. Only Sir Francis Esmond, temp. Jac. I., still knelt on his marble hassock, before his prayer-book of stone. Mr. Sampson came out of his vestry in his cassock, and nodded to the gentlemen still lingering in the great pew, " Come up, and tell us about those dogs," says Mr. William, and the divine nodded a laughing assent. The gentlemen passed out of the church into the gallery of their house, which connected them with that sacred building. Mr. Sampson made his way through the court, and presently joined them. He was presented by my lord to the Yirginian cousin of the family, Mr. War- rington ; the chaplain bowed very profoundly, and hoped Mr. Warrington would benefit by the virtuous example of his European kinsmen. Was he related to Sir Miles Warrington of Norfolk ? Sir Miles was Mr. Warrington's father's elder-brother. What a pity he had a son ! 'Twas a pretty estate, and Mr. Warrington looked as if he would become a baronetcy, and a fine estate in Norfolk. '' Tell me about my uncle," cried Virginian Harry. " Tell us about those dogs ! " said English Will, in a breath. " Two more jolly dogs, two more drunken dogs, saving your presence, Mr. Warrington, than Sir Miles and his son, I never saw. Sir Miles was a staunch friend and neighbour of Sir Robert's. He can drink down any man in the county, except his son and a few more. The other dogs about which Mr. William is anxious, for Heaven hath made him a prey to dogs and all kinds of birds, like the Greeks in the Iliad — " "I know that line in the Hiad," says Harry, blushing. "I only know five more, but I know that one." And his heod fell. He was thinking, ** Ah, my dear brother George knew all the Hiad and all the Odyssey, and almost every book that was ever written besides ! " E 2 100 THE VIEGINIANS. *' What on earth " (only he mentioned a place under the earth) *'are you talking about now ? " asked "Will of his reverence. The chaplain reverted to the dogs and their performance. He thought Mr. William's dogs were more than a match for them. From dogs they went off to horses. Mr. William was very eager about the Six Year Old Plate at Huntingdon. ** Have you brought any news of it, Parson? " " The odds are five to four on Brilliant against the field," says the. Parson, gravely; '' but, mind you, Jason is a good horse." " Whose horse ? " asks my lord. " Duke of Ancaster's. By Cartouche out of Miss Langley," says the divine. "Have you horse-races in Virginia, Mr. Warrington?" " Haven't we ! " cries Harry ; *' but Oh ! I long to see a good English race ! " ** Do you— do you— bet a little ? " continues his reverence. " I have done such a thing," replies Harry with a smile. *' I'll take Brilliant even against the field, for ponies with you, cousin ! " shouts out Mr. William. '' I'll give or take three to one against Jason ! " says the clergyman. *'I don't bet on horses I don't know," said Harry, wondering to hear the chaplain now, and remembering his sermon half an hour before. " Hadn't you better write home, and ask your mother ? " says Mr. William, with a sneer. " Will, Will! " calls out my lord, *' Our cousin Warrington is free to bet, or not, as he likes. Have a care how you venture on either of them, Harry Warrington. Will is an old file, in spite of his smooth face, and as for Parson Sampson, I defy our ghostly enemy to get the better of him." " Him and all his works, my lord ! " said Mr. Sampson, with a bow. Harry was highly indignant at this allusion to his mother. " I'll tell you what, cousin Will," he said, "I am in the habit of managing my own aff"airs in my own way, without asking any lady to arrange them for me. And I'm used to make my own bets upon my own judgment, and don't need any relations to select them for me, thank you. But as I am your guest, and, no doubt, you want to show me hospitality, I'll take your bet — there. And so Done and Done." " Done," says Will, looking askance. " Of course it is the regular odds, that's in the paper which you give me, cousin ?" '* AVell, no, it ^5?^'^," growled Will. " The odds are five to four, that's the fact, and you may have 'era, if you like." *' Nay, cousin, a bet is a bet ; and I take you, too, Mr. Sampson." "Three to one against Jason. I lay it. Very good," says Mr, Sampson. "Is it to be ponies, too, Mr. Chaplain?" asks Harry with a superb air, as if lie had Lombard Street in his pocket. " No, no. Thirty to ten. It is enough for a poor priest to win." THE VIEGINIANS. 101 " Here goes a great slice out of my quarter's hundred," thinks Harry. "Well, I shan't let these Englishmen fancy that I am afraid of them. I didn't begin, but for the honour of Old Virginia I won't go back." These pecuniary transactions arranged, William Esmond went away scowling towards the stables, where he loved to take his pipe with the grooms ; the brisk parson went off to pay his court to the ladies, and partake of the Sunday dinner which would presently be served. Lord Castlewood and Harry remained for a while together. Since the Virginian's arrival my lord had scarcely spoken with him. In his manners he was perfectly friendly, but so silent that he would often sit at the head of his table, and leave it without uttering a word. " I suppose yonder property of yours is a fine one by this time ? " said my lord to Harry. *' I reckon it's almost as big as an English county," answered Harry, " and the land's as good, too, for many things." Harry would not have the Old Dominion, nor his share in it, underrated. " Indeed ! " said my lord, with a look of surprise. " When it belonged to my father it did not yield much." "Pardon me, my lord. You know how it belonged to your father," cried the youth with some spirit. " It was because my grandfather did not choose to claim his right." * " Of course, of course," says my lord, hastily. " I mean, cousin, that we of the Virginian house owe you nothing but our own," continued Harry Warrington; "but our own, and the hospitality which you are now showing me." " You are heartily welcome to both. You were hurt by the betting just now ? " " Well," replied the lad, " lam sort o' hurt. Your welcome, you see, is different to our welcome, and that's the fact. At home we are glad to see a man, hold out a hand to him, and give him of our best. Here you take us in, give us beef and claret enough, to be sure, and don't seem to care when we come, or when we go. That's the remark which I have been making, since I have been in your lordship's house ; I can't help telling it out, you see, now 'tis on my mind ; and I think I am a little easier now I have said it." And with this, the excited young fellow knocked a billiard-ball across the table, and then, laughed, and looked at his elder kinsman. '•^ A la bonne heure ! We are cold to the stranger within and without our gates. We don't take Mr. Harry Warrington into our arms, and cry when we see our cousin. We don't cry when he goes away — but do we pretend ? " " No, you don't. But you try to get the better of him in a bet," says Harry, indignantly. " Is there no such practice in Virginia, and don't sporting men there * This matter is discussed in the Author's previous work, " The Memoirs of Colonel Esmond." 102 THE YIEGIXIANS. try to overreach one another ? "What was that story I heard you telling our aunt, of the British officers and Tom Somehody of Spot- sylvania ? " ** That's fair!" cries Harry. *'That is, it's usual practice, and a stranger must look out. I don't mind the parson ; if he wins, he may have and welcome. But a relation ! To think that my own blood cousin wants money out of me ! " " A Newmarket man would get the better of his father. My brother has been on the turf, since he rode over to it from Cambridge. If you play at cards with him— and he will if you will let him — he wiU beat you if he can.'* **Well, I'm ready!" cries Harry. **I'll play any game with him that I know, or I'll jump with him, or I'll ride with him, or I'll rov/ with him, or I'll wrestle with him, or I'll shoot with him — there now 1 " The Senior was greatly entertained, and held out his hand to the boy. " Anything, but don't fight with him," said my lord. ''If I do, I'll whip him! hanged if I don't ! " cried the lad. But a look of surprise and displeasure on the nobleman's part recalled him to better sentiments. *' A hundred pardons, my lord ! " he said, blushing very red, and seizing his cousin's hand. " I talked of ill manners, being angry and hurt just now ; but 'tis doubly ill-mannered of me to show my anger, and boast about my prowess to my own host and kins- man. It's not the practice with us Americans to boast, believe me, it's not." '' You are the first I ever met," says my lord with a smile, ''and I take you at your word. And I give you fair warning about the cards, and the betting, that is all, my boy." *' Leave a Virginian alone ! "We are a match for most men, we are," resumed the boy. Lord Castlewood did not laugh. His eyebrows only arched for a moment, and his grey eyes turned towards the ground. " So you can bet fifty guineas, and aiford to lose them ? So much the better for you, cousin. Those great Yirginian estates yield a great revenue, do they ? " " More than sufficient for all of us — for ten times as many as we are now," replied Harry. (""What, he is pumping me ! " thought the lad.) " And your mother makes her son and heir a handsome allowance ? " ** As much as ever I choose to draw, my lord ! " cried Harry. *' Peste ! I wish I had such a mother ! " cried my lord. '* But I have only the advantage of a stepmother, and she draws on me. There is the dmner-bell. Shall we go into the eating-room ? " and taking his young friend's arm, my lord led him to the apartment where that meal was waiting. Parson Sampson formed the delight of the entertainment, and amused the ladies with a hundred agreeable stories. Besides being chaplain to his lordship, he was a preacher in London, at the new chapel in May Fair, for wliich my Lady Whittlesea (so well known in the reign of George I.) had left an endowment. He had the choicest stories of all THE VIEGIXIAXS. 103 the clubs and coteries — the very latest news of who had run away with whom — the last bon-mot of Mr. Selwyn — the last wild bet of March and Ilockingham. He knew how the old king had quarrelled with Madame "Walmoden — and the Duke was suspected of having a new love — who was iu favour at Carlton House with the Princess of Wales — and who was hung last Monday, and how well he behaved in the cart. My lord's chaplain poured out all this intelligence to the amused ladies and the delighted young provincial, seasoning his conversation with such plain terms and lively jokes as made Harry stare, who was newly arrived from the Colonies, and unused to the elegances of London life. The ladies, old and young, laughed quite cheerfully at the lively jokes. Do not be frightened, ye fair readers of the present day ! "We are not going to outrage your sweet modesties, or call blushes on your maiden cheeks. But 'tis certain that their ladyships at Castlewood never once thought of being shocked, but sate listening to the parson's funny tales, until the chapel bell, clinking for afternoon service, summoned his reverence away for half-an-hour. There was no sermon. He would be back in the drinking of a bottle of Burgundy. Mr. Will called a fresh one, and the chaplain tossed off a glass ere he ran out. Ere the half-hour was over, Mr. Chaplain was back again bawling for another bottle. This discussed, they joined the ladies, and a couple of card-tables were set out, as, indeed, they were for many hours every day, at which the whole of the family party engaged. Madame de Bernstein could beat any one of her kinsfolks at picquet, and there was only Mr. Chaplain in the whole circle who was at all a match for her ladyship. In this easy manner the Sabbath day passed. The evening was beautiful, and there was talk of adjourning to a cool tankard and a ganve of whist in a summer-house ; but the company voted to sit in- doors, the ladies declaring they thought the aspect of three honours in their hand, and some good court cards, more beautiful than the loveliest scene of nature ; and so the sun went behind the elms, and still they were at their cards ; and the rooks came home cawing their even song, and they never stirred except to change partners ; and the chapel clock tolled hour after hour unheeded, so delightfully were they spent over the pasteboard; and the moon and stars came out; and it was nine o'clock, and the groom of the chambers announced that supper was ready. Whilst they sate at that meal, the post-boy's twanging horn was heard, as he trotted into the village with his letter-bag. My lord's bag was brought in presently from the village, and his letters, which he put aside, and his newspaper, which he read. He smiled as he came to a paragraph, looked at his Yirginian cousin, and handed the paper over to his brother Will, who by this time was very comfortable, having had pretty good luck all the evening, and a great deal of liquor. '' llead that, Will," says my lord. Mr. William took the paper, and, reading the sentence pointed out 104 THE YIRGINIANS. b}'' his brother, uttered an exclamation which caused all the ladies to cry out. "Gracious heavens, William! What has happened?" cries one or the other fond sister. ** Mercy, child, why do you swear so dreadfully ?" asked the young man's fond mamma. " What's the matter ? " inquires Madame de Bernstein, who was fallen into a doze after her usual modicum of punch and beer. ** Read it, Parson ! " says Mr. William, thrusting the paper over to the chaplain, and looking as fierce as a Turk. " Bit, by the Lord !" roars the chaplain, dashing down the paper. ** Cousin Harry, you are in luck,'-' said my lord, taking up the sheet, and reading from it. *' The Six-year old Plate at Huntingdon was won by Jason, beating Brilliant, Pytho, and Ginger. The odds were five to four on Brilliant against the field, three to one against Jason, seven ta two against Pytho, and twenty to one against Ginger." "I owe you a half-year's income of my poor living, Mr. Warrington," groaned the parson. " I will pay when my noble patron settles with xne." *' A curse upon the luck ! " growls Mr. William ; *' that comes of betting on a Sunday," — and he sought consolation in another great bumper. *'Nay, cousin Will. It was but in jest," cried Harry. ** I can't think of taking my cousin's money." ** Curse me, sir, do you suppose, if I lose, I can't pay?" asks Mr. AVilliam ; " and that I want to be beholden to any man alive ? That is a good joke. Isn't it. Parson ? " " I think I have heard better," said the clergyman ; to which William replied, "Hang it, let us have another bowl." Let us hope the ladies did not wait for this last replenishment of liquor, for it is certain they had had plenty already during the evening. CHAPTEE XYI. IN WHICH GUMBO SHOWS SL'ILL WITH THE OLD ENGLISH WEAPON. OuE young Virginian having won these suras of money from his cousin and the chai)lain, was in duty bound to give them a chance of recovering their mpney, and I am afraid his mamma and other sound moralists would scarcely approve of his way of life. He played at cards a great deal too much. Besides the daily whist or quadrille with the ladies, which set in soon after dinner at three o'clock, and lasted until supper time, there occurred games involving the gain or loss of very consider- able sums of money, in which all the gentlemen, ray lord included, took part. Since their Sunday's conversation, his lordship was more free THE YIRGINIAXS. 105 and confidential with his kinsman than he had previously been, betted with him quite affably, and engaged him at backgammon and picquet. Mr. William and the pious chaplain liked a little hazard ; though his diversion was enjoyed on the sly, and unknown to the ladies of the house, who had exacted repeated promises from Cousin Will, that he would not lead the Virginian into mischief, and that he would himself keep out of it. So Will promised as much as his aunt or his mother chose to demand from him, gave them his word that he would never play, no never ; and when the family retired to rest, Mr. Will would walk over with a dice-box and a rum-bottle to Cousin Harry's quarters, where he, and Hal, and his reverence would sit and play until daylight. When Harry gave to Lord Castlewood those flourishing descriptions of the maternal estate in America, he had not wished to mislead his kinsman, or to boast, or to tell falsehoods, for the lad was of a very honest and truth-telling nature ; but, in his life at-home, it must be owned that the young fellow had had acquaintance with all sorts of queer company, — horse-jockies, tavern loungers, gambling and sporting- men, of whom a great number were found in his native colony. A landed aristocracy, with a population of negroes to work their fields, and cultivate their tobacco and corn, had little other way of amusement than in the hunting-field, or over the cards and the punch-bowl. The hospitality of the province was unbounded : every man's house was his neighbour's ; and the idle gentlefolks rode from one mansion to another, finding in each pretty much the same sport — welcome, and rough plenty. Tlie Virginian Squire had often a bare-footed valet, and a cobbled saddle ; but there was plenty of corn for the horses, and abundance of drink and venison for the master within the tumble-down fences, and behind the cracked windows of the hall. Harry had slept on many a straw mattrass, and engaged in endless, jolly night-bouts over claret and punch in cracked bowls till morning came, and it was time to follow the hounds. His poor brother was of a much more sober sort, as the lad owned with contrition. So it is that Nature makes folks ; and some love books and tea, and some like Burgundy and a gallop across country. Our young fellow's tastes were speedily made visible to his friends in England. ]S"one of them were partial to the Puritan discipline ; nor did they like Harry the worse for not being the least cf a milksop. Manners, you see, were looser a hundred years ago ; tongues were vastly more free and easy; names were named, and things were done, which we should screech now to hear mentioned. 1 es. Madam, we are not as our ancestors were. Ought we not to thank the Fates that have improved our morals so prodigiously, and made us BO eminently virtuous ? So keeping a shrewd keen eye upon people round about him, and fancying, not incorrectly, that his cousins- were disposed to pump him, Harry Warrington had thought fit to keep his own counsel regarding his own affairs, and in all games of chance or matters of sport was quite a match for the three gentlemen into whose company he had fallen. 106 THE VIRGINIANS, Even in the noble game of billiards lie could bold bis own after a few days' play -witb bis cousins and their revered pastor. His grandfather loved the game, and bad over from Europe one of the very few tables which existed in bis Majesty's province of Virginia. Nor though Mr. Will could beat him at the commencement, could he get undue odds out of the young gamester. After their first bet, Harry was on bis guard with Mr. Will, and cousin William owned, not without respect, that the American was bis match in most things, and bis better in many. But though Harry played so well that be could beat the parson, and soon was the equal of Will, who of course could beat both the girls, how came it, that in the contests witb these, especially witb one of them, Mr. Warrington frequently came off second? He was profoundly courteous to every being who wore a petticoat : nor has that traditional politeness yet left bis country. All the women of the Castlewood establishment loved the young gentleman. The grim housekeeper was mollified by bim : the fat cook greeted him with blowsy smiles ; the ladies' maids, whether of the French or the English nation, smirked and giggled in his behalf; the pretty porter's daughter at the lodge bad always a kind word in reply to bis. Madame de Bernstein took note of all these things, and, though she said nothing, watched carefully the boy's disposition and behaviour. Who can say bow old Lady Maria Esmond was ? Books of the Peerage were not so many in those days as they are in our blessed times, and I cannot tell to a few years, or even a lustre or two. When Will used to say she was five-and- thirty, he was abusive, and, besides, was always given to exaggeration. Maria was Will's half-sister. She and my lord were children of the late Lord Castlewood' s first wife, a German lady, whom, 'tis known, my lord married in the time of Queen Anne's wars. Baron Bernstein, who married Maria's Aunt Beatrix, Bishop Tusher's widow, was also a German, a Hanoverian nobleman, and relative of the first Lady Castlewood. If my Lady Maria was born under George I., and his Majesty George II. had been thirty years on the throne, how could she be seven-and- twenty, as she told Harry Warrington she was ? "I am old, child," she used to say. She used to call Harry *' child" when they were alone. " I am a hundred years old. I am seven-and- twenty. I might be your mother almost." To which Harry would reply. "Your Ladyship might be the mother of all the cupids, I am sure. You don't look twenty, on my word you do not ! " Lady Maria looked any age you liked. She was a fair beauty with a dazzling white and red complexion, an abundance of fair hair which flowed over her shoulders, and beautiful round arms which showed to uncommon advantage when she played at billiards with Cousin Harry. When she bad to stretch across the table to make a stroke, that youth caught glimpses of a little ankle, a little clocked stocking, and a little black satin slipper with a little red heel, which filled him with unutter- able rapture, and made bim swear that there never was such a foot, ankle, clocked-stocking, satin slipper in tlie world. And yet, you THE VIEGIXIAXS. 107 foolish Harry ! your mother's foot was ever so much more slender, and half an inch shorter, than Lady Maria's. But, somehow, hoys do not look at their mamma's slippers and ankles with rapture. Ko doubt Lady Maria was very kind to Harry when they were alone. Before her sister, aunt, stepmother, she made light of him, calling him a simpleton, a chit, and who knows what trivial names? Behind his back, and even before his face, she mimicked his accent, which smacked somewhat of his province. Harry blushed and corrected the faulty intonation, under his English monitresses. His aunt pronounced that they would soon make him a pretty fellow. Lord Castlewood, we have said, became daily more familiar and friendly with his guest and relative. Till the crops were off the ground there was no sporting, except an occasional cock-match at "Winchester, and a bull-baiting at Hexton Fair. Harry and Will rode off to many jolly fairs and races round about : the young Yirginian was presented to some of the county families — the Henleys of the Grange, the Crawleys of Queen's Crawley, the Eedmaynes of Lionsden, and so forth. The neighbours came in their great heavy coaches, and passed two or three days in country fashion. More of them would have come, but for the fear all the Castlewood family had of offending Madame de Bernstein. She did not like country company ; the rustical society and conversation annoyed her. " We shall be merrier when my aunt leaves us," the young folks o^Tied. '*We have cause, as you may imagine, for being very civil to her. You know what a favourite she was with our papa ? And with reason. She got him his earldom, being very well indeed at court at that time with the King and Queen. She commands here naturally, perhaps a little too much. We are all afraid of her ; even my elder brother stands in awe of her, and my stepmother is much more obedient to her than she ever was to my papa, whom she ruled with a rod of iron. But Castlewood is merrier when our aunt is not here. At least we have much more company. You will come to us in our gay days, Harry, won't you ? Of course you will : this is your home, sir. I was so pleased, so pleased, when my brother said he considered it was your home!" A soft hand is held out after this pretty speech, a pair of very well- preserved blue eyes look exceedingly friendly. Harry grasps his cousin's hand with ardour. I do not know what privilege of cousinship he would not like to claim, only he is so timid. They call the English selfish and cold. He at first thought his relatives were so: but how mistaken he was ! How kind and affectionate they are, especially the Earl, and dear, dear Maria ! How he wishes he could recall that letter which he had written to Mrs. Mountain and his mother, in which he hinted that his welcome had been a cold one ! The Earl his cousin was everything that was kind, had promised to introduce him to London society, and present him at Court, and at White's. He was to consider Castlewood as his English home. He had been most hasty in his judg- ment regarding his relatives in Hampshire. All this, with many contrite 108 THE VIRGINIANS. expressions, he wrote in his second dispatch to Virginia. And he added, for it hath heen hinted that the young gentleman did not spell at this early time with especial accuracy, "My cousin, the Lady Maria, is a perfect Angle." " Illepi'ceter omnes angulus ridet,^^ muttered little Mr. Dempster, at home in Virginia. "The child can't be falling in love with his angle, as he calls her!" cries out Mountain. " Pooh, pooh ! my niece Maria is forty!" says Madam Esmond. " I perfectly well recollect her when I was at home — a great, gawky, carroty creature, with a foot like a pair of bellows." Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty Beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so ? Does Venus squint ? Has she got a splay foot, red hair, and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes, good Fairy Puck, so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon ! Above all, keep on anointing my mistress's dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment, so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her, and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses ! Now, not only was Harry Warrington a favourite with some in the drawing-room, and all the ladies of the servants' hall, but, like master like man, his valet Gumbo was very much admired and respected by very many of the domestic circle. Gumbo had a hundred accomplish- ments. He was famous as a fisherman, huntsman, blacksmith. He could dress hair beautifully, and improved himself in the art under my Lord's own Swiss gentleman. He was great at cooking many of his Virginian dishes, and learned many new culinary secrets from my Lord's French man. We have heard how exquisitely and melodiously he sang at church ; and he sang not only sacred but secular music, often inventing airs and composing rude words after the habit of his people. He played the fiddle so charmingly, that he set all the girls dancing iu Castlewood Hall, and was ever welcome to a gratis mug of ale at the Three Castles in the village, if he would but bring his fiddle with him. He was good-natured, and loved to play for the village children : so that Mr. Warrington's negro was a universal favourite in all the Castlewood domain. Now it was not difficult for the servants' hall folks to perceive that Mr. Gumbo was a liar, which fact was undoubted in spite of all his good qualities. For instance, that day at church when he pretended to read out of Molly's psalm-book, he sang quite other words than those which were down in the book, of which he could not decipher a syllable. And he pretended to understand music, whereupon the Swiss valet brought him some, and Master Gumbo turned the page upside down. These instances of long-bow practice daily occurred, and were patent to all the Castlewood household. They knew Gumbo was a liar, perhaps not thinking the worse of him for this weakness ; but they did not know how great a liar he was, and believed him much more than they had any reason for doing, and because, I suppose, they liked to believe Lim, THE VIRGINIANS. 109 Whatever might be his feelings of wonder and envy on first viewing tlie splendour and comforts of Castlewood, Mr. Gumbo kept his senti- ments to himself, and examined the place, park, appointments, stables, very coolly. The horses, he said, were very well, what there were of them ; but at Castlewood in Virginia they had six times as many, and let me see, fourteen eighteen grooms to look after them. Madam Esmond's carriages were much finer than my lord's, — great deal more gold on the panels. As for her gardens, they covered acres, and they grew every kind of flower and fruit under the sun. Pine-apples and peaches ? Pine-apples and peaches were so common, they were given to pigs in his country. They had twenty forty gardeners, not white gardeners, all black gentlemen, like hisself. In the house were twenty forty gentlemen in livery, besides women-servants, — never could remember how many women-servants, — dere were so many: tink dere were fifty women-servants, — all Madam Esmond's property, and worth ever so many hundred pieces of eight a-piece. How much was a piece of eight ? Bigger than a guinea, a piece of eight was. Tink, Madam Esmond have twenty thirty thousand guineas a-year, — have whole rooms full of gold and plate. Came to England in one of her ships ; have ever bo many ships. Gumbo can't count how many ships ; and estates, covered all over with tobacco and negroes, and reaching out for a week's journey. Was Master Harry heir to all this property ? Of course, now Master George was killed and scalped by the Indians. Gumbo had killed ever so many Indians, and tried to save Master George, but he was Master Harry's boy, — and Master Harry was as rich, — 0, as rich as ever he like. He wore black now, because Master George was dead ; but you should see his chests full of gold-clothes, and lace, and jewels, at Bristol. Of course, Master Harry was the richest man in all Virginia, and might have twenty sixty servants ; only he liked travelling with one best, and that one, it need scarcely be said, was Gumbo. This story was not invented at once, but gradually elicited from Mr. Gumbo, who might have uttered some trifling contradictions during the progress of the narrative, but by the time he had told his tale twice or thrice in the servants' hall or the butler's private apartment, he was pretty perfect and consistent in his part, and knew accurately the number of slaves Madam Esmond kept, and the amount of income which she enjoyed. The truth is, that as four or five blacks are required to do the work of one white man, the domestics in American establishments are much more numerous than in ours ; and like the houses of most other Virginian landed proprietors. Madam Esmond's mansion and stables swarmed with negroes. Mr. Gumbo's account of his mistress's wealth and splendour was carried to my lord by his lordship's man, and to Madame de Bernstein and my ladies by their respective waiting-women, and, we may be sure, lost nothing in the telling. A young gentleman in England is not the less liked because he is reputed to be the heir to vast wealth and pos- no THE VIEGINIANS. sessions; when Lady Castlewood came to hear of Harry's prodigious expectations, she repented of her first cool reception of him, and of having pinched her daughter's arm till it was black and blue for having been extended towards the youth in too friendly a manner. Was it too late to have him back into those fair arms ? Lady Fanny was welcome to try, and resumed the dancing-lessons. The Countess would play the music with all her heart. But, how provoking ! that odious, sentimental Maria would always insist upon being in the room; and, as sure as JFanny walked in the gardens or the park, so sure woilld her sister come trailing after her. As for Madame de Bernstein, she laughed, and was amused at the stories of the prodigious fortune of her Yirginian rela- tives. She knew her half-sister's man of business in London, and very likely was aware of the real state of Madam Esmond's money matters ; but she did not contradict the rumours which Gumbo and his fellow- servants had set afloat ; and was not a little diverted by the effect which these reports had upon the behaviour of the Castlewood family towards their young kinsman. " Hang him ! Is he so rich, Molly ? " said my lord to his elder sister. " Then good-bye to our chances with your aunt. The Baroness will be sure to leave him all her money to spite us, and because he doesn't want it. Nevertheless, the lad is a good lad enough, and it is not his fault, being rich, you know." *' He is very simple and modest in his habits for one so wealthy," remarks Maria. "Rich people often are so," says my lord. " If I were rich, I often think I would be the greatest miser, and live in rags and on a crust. Depend on it there is no pleasure so enduring as money-getting. It grows on you, and increases with old age. But because I am as poor as Lazarus, I dress in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day." Maria went to the book-room and got the " History of Virginia, by R. B. Gent" — and read therein what an admirable climate it was, and how all kinds of fruit and corn grew in that province, and what noble rivers were those of Potomac and Rappahannoc, abounding in all sorts of fish. And she wondered whether the climate would agree with her, and whether her aunt would like her ? And Harry was sure his mother would adore her, so would Mountain. And when he was asked about the number of his mother's servants, he said, they certainly had more servants than are seen in England — he did not know how many. But the negroes did not do near as much work as English servants did : hence the necessity of keeping so great a number. As for some others of Gumbo's details which were brought to him, he laughed and said the boy was wonderful as a romancer, and in telling such stories he supposed was trying to speak out for the honour of the family. So Harry was modest as well as rich ! His denials only served to confirm his relatives' opinion regarding his splendid expectations. More and more the Countess and the ladies were friendly and affectionate with THE YIRGINIAXS. Ill him. llore and more Mr. "Will betted with him, and wanted to sell him bargains. Harry's simple dress and equipage only served to confirm his friends' idea of his wealth. To see a young man of his rank and means with but one servant, and without horses or a carriage of his own — what modesty ! When he went to London he would cut a better figure ? Of course he would. Castlewood would introduce him to the best society in the capital, and he would appear as he ought to appear at St. James's. No man could be more pleasant, wicked, lively, obsequious than the worthy chaplain, Mr. Sampson. How proud he would be if he could show his young friend a little of London life ! — if he could warn rogues off him, and keep him out of the way of harm ! Mr. Sampson was very kind : everybody was very kind. Harry liked quite well the respect that was paid to him. As Madam Esmond's son he thought perhaps it was his due : and took for granted that he was the personage which his family imagined him to be. How should he know better, who had never as yet seen any place but his own province, and why should he not respect his own condition when other people respected it so ? So all the little knot of people at Castlewood House, and from these the people in Castlewood village, and from thence the people in the whole county, chose to imagine that Mr. Harry Esmond Warrington was the heir of immense wealth, and a gentleman of very great importance, because his negro valet told lies about him in the servants'.hall. Harry's aunt, Madame de Bernstein, after a week or two, began to tire of Castlewood and the inhabitants of that mansion, and the neigh- bours who came to visit them. This clever woman tired of most things and people sooner or later. So she took to nodding and sleeping over the chaplain's stories, and to doze at her whist and over her dinner, and to be very snappish and sarcastic in her conversation with her Esmond nephews and nieces, hitting out blows at my lord and his brother the jockey, and my ladies, widowed and unmarried, who winced under her scornful remarks, and bore them as they best might. The cook, whom she had so praised on first coming, now gave her no satisfaction ; the wine was corked ; the house was damp, dreary, and full of draughts ; the doors would not shut, and the chimneys were smoky. She began to think the Tunbridge waters were very necessary for her, and ordered the doctor, who came to her from the neighbouring town of Hexton, to order those waters for her benefit. " I wish to Heaven she would go ! " growled my lord, who was the most independent member of his family. "She may go to Tunbridge, or she may go to Bath, or she may go to Jericho, for me." *' Shall Fanny and I come with you to Tunbridge, dear Baroness ?" asked Lady Castlewood of her sister-in-law. "Not for worlds, my dear! The doctor orders me absolute quiet, and if you came I should have the knocker going all day, and Fanny's lovers would never be out of the house," answered the Baroness, who was quite weary of Lady Castlewood's company. 112 THE VIRGINIxVNS. *' I wish I could be of any service to my aunt ! " said the sentimental Lady Maria, demurely. " My good child, what can you do for me ? You cannot play picquet so well as my maid, and I have heard all your songs till I am perfectly tired of them ! One of the gentlemen might go with me : at least make the journey, and see me safe from highwaymen." "I'm sure, Ma'am, I shall be glad to ride with you," said Mr. Will. ** 0, not you! I don't want you, William," cried the young man's aunt. ** Why do not you oflfer, and where are your American manners, you ungracious Harry Warrington ? Don't swear. Will, Harry is much better company than you are, and much better ton too, sir." ** Tong, indeed, confound his tong," growled envious Will to himself. " I dare say I shall be tired of him, as I am of other folks," continued the Baroness. " I have scarcely seen Harry at all in these last days. You shall ride with me to Tunbridge, Harry ! " At this direct appeal, and to no one's wonder more than that of his aunt, Mr. Harry Warrington blushed, and hemmed and ha'd : and at length said, " I have promised my cousin Castle wood to go over to Hexton Petty Sessions with him to-morrow. He thinks I should see how the Courts here are conducted — and — and — the partridge shooting will soon begin, and I have promised to be here for that. Ma'am." Saying which words, Harry Warrington looked as red as a poppy, whilst Lady Maria held her meek face downwards, and nimbly plied her needle. ** You actually refuse to go with me to Tunbridge Wells ? " called out Madame Bernstein, her eyes lightening, and her face flushing up with anger, too. " Not to ride with you. Ma'am; that I will do with all my heart; but to stay there — I have promised . . . ." *' Enough, enough, sir! I can go alone, and don't want your escort," cried the irate old lady, and rustled out of the room. The Castlewood family looked at each other with wonder. Will whistled. Lady Castlewood glanced at Fanny, as much as to say. His chance is over. Lady Maria never lifted up her eyes from her tambour- frame. CHAPTEE XYII. ON THE SCENT. Young Harry Warrington^s act of revolt came eo suddenly upon Madame de Bernstein, that she had no other w^ay of replying to it, than by the prompt outbreak of anger with which we left her in the last chapter. She darted two fierce glances at Lady Fanny and her mother as she quitted the room. Lady Maria over her tambour-frame escaped THE yIRGIXIA^'S. 113 witliout the least notice, and scarcely lifted up her head from her embroidery, to watch the aunt retreating, or the looks which mamma- in-law and sister threw at one another. '' So, iu spite of all, you have^ madam ? " the maternal looks seemed to say. " Have what ? " asked Lady Fanny's eyes. But what good in looking innocent? She looked puzzled. She did not look one-tenth part as innocent as Maria. Had she been, guilty, she would have looked not guilty much more cleverly ; and would have taken care to study and compose a face so as to be ready to suit the plea. "Whatever was the expression of Fanny's eyes, mamma glared on her as if she would have • liked to tear them out. But Lady Castle wood could not operate upon the said eyes then and there, like the barbarous monsters in the stage-direction in King Lear. "When her ladyship was going to tear out her daughter's eyes, she would retire smiling, with an arm round her dear child's waist, and then gouge her in private. " So you don't fancy going with the old lady to Tunbridge "Wells ?" was all she said to Cousin Warrington, wearing at the same time a perfectly well-bred simper on her face. ** And small blame to our cousin!" interposed my lord. (The face over the tambour-frame looked up for one instant.) *' A young fellow must not have it all idling and holiday. Let him mix up something useful with his pleasures, and go to the fiddles and pump-rooms at Tunbridge or the Bath later. Mr. "Warrington has to conduct a great estate in America : let him see how ours in England are carried on. Will hath shown him the kennel and the stables ; and the games in vogue, which I think, cousin, you seem to play as well as your teachers. After harvest we will show him a little English fowling and shooting : in winter we will take him out a-hunting. Though there has been a coolness between us and our aunt-kinswoman in Virginia, yet we are of the same blood. Ere we send our cousin back to his mother, let us show him what an English gentleman's life at home is. I should like to read with him as well as sport with him, and that is why I have been pressing him of late to stay and bear me company." My lord spoke with such perfect frankness that his mother-in-law and half-brother and sister could not help wondering what his meaning could be. The three last-named persons often held little conspiracies together, and caballed or grumbled against the head of the house. When ■ he adopted that frank tone, there was no fathoming his meaning : often it would not be discovered until months had passed. He did not say '' This is true," but, "I mean that this statement should be accepted and believed in mj' family." It was then a thing convemie, that my Lord Castlewood had a laudable desire to cultivate the domestic affec- tions, and to educate, amuse, and improve his young relative; and that he had taken a great fancy to the lad, and wished that Harry should stay for some time near his lordship. I 114 THE YIEGINIANS. ''What is Castlewood's game now?" asked William of his mother and sister as they disappeared into the corridors. ** Stop ! By George I have it ! " "What, William?" " He intends to get him to play, and to win the Virginia estate back from Mm. That's what it is ! " "But the lad has not got the Virginia estate to pay, if he loses," remarks mamma. " If my brother has not some scheme in view, may I be ." "Hush! Of course he has a scheme in view. But what is it ? ' " He can't mean Maria — Maria is as old as Harry's mother," muses Mr. William. ' • Pooh ! with her old face and sandy hair and freckled skin ! Impos- sible ! " cries Lady Fanny, with somewhat of a sigh. " Of course, your ladyship had a fancy for the Iroquois, too ! " cried mamma. " I trust I know my station and duty better, madam ! If I had liked him, that is no reason why I should marry him. Your ladyship hath taught me as much as that." " My Lady Fanny ! " " I am sure you married our papa without liking him. You have told me so a thousand times ! " " And if you did not love our father before marriage, you certainly did not fall in love with him afterwards," broke in Mr. William, with a laugh. ' ' Fan and I remember how our honoured parents used to fight. Don't us, Fan ? And our brother Esmond kept the peace." "Don't recall those dreadful low scenes, William!" cries mamma. " When your father took too much drink, he was like a madman ; and his conduct should be a warning to you, sir, who are fond of the same horrid practice." "I am sure, madam, you were not much the happier for marrying the man you did not like, and your ladyship's title hath brought very little along with it," whimpered out Lady Fanny. " What is the use of a coronet with the jointure of a tradesman's wife ? — how many of them are richer than we are ? There is come lately to live in our Square, at Kensington, a grocer's widow from London Bridge, whose daughters have three gowns where I have one ; and who, though they are waited on but by a man and a couple of maids, I know eat and drink a thousand times better than we do with our scraps of cold meat on our plate, and our great flaunting, trapesing, impudent, lazy lacqueys !" "He! he; giad I dine at the palace, and not at home!" said Mr. Will. (Mr. Will, through his aunt's interest with Count Puffendorlf, Groom of the Koyal (and Serene Electoral) Powder-Closet, had one of the many small places at Court, that of Deputy Powder.) " Why should I not be happy without any title except myo^vn?" continued Lady Frances. *' Many people are. I dare say they are even happy in America," THE YIRGINIAXS. 116 " Yes I with a mother-in-law who is a perfect Turk and Tartar, for all I hear — with Indian war-whoops howling all round you : and with a danger of losing your scalp, or of being eat up by a wild beast every time you went to church." *' I wouldn't go to church," said Lady Fanny. "You'd go with anybody who asked you, Fan!" roared out Mr, "Will: '*and so would old Maria, and so would any woman, that's the fact : " and Will laughed at his own wit. "Pray, good folks, what is all your merriment about?" here asked Madame Bernstein, peeping in on her relatives from the tapestried door which led into the gallery where their conversation was held. Will told her that his mother and sister had been having a fight (which was not a novelty, as Madame Bernstein knew), because Fanny wanted to marry their cousin, the wild Indian, and my lady countess would not let her. Fanny protested against this statement. Since the very first day when her mother had told her not to speak to the young gentleman, she had scarcely exchanged two words with him. She knew her station better. She did not want to be scalped by wild Indians, or eat up by bears. Madame de Bernstein looked puzzled. "If he is not staying for you, for whom is he staying ? " she asked. " At the houses to which he has been carried, you have taken care not to show him a woman that is not a fright or in the nursery ; and I think the boy is too proud to fall in love with a dairymaid. Will." " Humph ! That is a matter of taste, ma'am," says Mr. William, with a shrug of his shoulders. " Of Mr. William Esmond's taste, as you say ; but not of yonder boy's. The Esmonds of his grandfather's nurture, sir, would not go a-courting in the kitchen." " Well, ma'am, every man to his taste, I say again. A fellow might go farther and fare worse than my brother's servants'-hall, and, besides. Fan, there's only the maids or old Maria to choose from." "Maria! Impossible!" And yet, as she spoke the very words, a sudden thought crossed l^ladame Bernstein's mind, that this elderly Calypso might have captivated her young Telemachus. She called to mind half-a-dozen instances in her own experience of young men who had been infatuated by old women. She remembered how frequent Harry Yfarrington's absences had been of late — absences which she attributed to his love for field- sports. She remembered how often, when he was absent, Maria Esmond was away too. Walks in cool avenues, whisperings in garden temples, or behind dipt hedges, casual squeezes of the hand in twilight corridors, or sweet glances and ogles in meetings on the stairs, — a lively fancy, an intimate knowledge of the world, very likely a considerable personal experience in early days, suggested all these possibilities and chances to Madame de Bernstein, just as she was saying that they were impossible. I2 116 THE VIRGINIANS . " Impossible, raa'am ! I don't know," Will continued. '* My mother warned Fan off him." '* 0, your mother did warn Fanny off ? " *' Certainlj', my dear baroness! " "Didn't she? Didn't she pinch Fanny's arm black and blue? Didn't they fight aboutrtt ? " "Nonsense, 'William! For shame, William!" cry both the impli- cated ladies in a breath. " And now, since we have heard how rich he is, perhaps it is sour grapes, that is all. And now, since he is warned off the young bird, perhaps he is hunting the old one, that's all. Impossible ! why impossible ? You know old Lady Suffolk, ma'am ? " " William, how can you speak about Lady Suffolk to your aunt?" A grin passed over the countenance of the young gentleman. * * Because Lady Suffolk was a special favourite at Court ? Well, other folks have succeeded her." " Sir ! " cries Madame de Bernstein, who may have had her reasons to take offence. "So they have, I say; or who, pray, is my Lady Yarmouth now! And didn't old Lady Suffolk go and fall in love with George Berkeley, and marry him when she was ever so old ? Nay, ma'am, if I remember right — and we hear a deal of town-talk at our table— Harry Estridge went mad about your ladyship when you were somewhat rising twenty ; and would have changed your name a third time if you would but have let him." This allusion to an adventure of her own later days, which was, indeed, pretty notorious to all the world, did not anger Madame de Bernstein, like Will's former hint about his aunt having been a favourite at George the Second's Court ; but, on the contrary, set her in good humour. ^' All fait,' ^ she said, musing, as she played a pretty little hand on the table, and no doubt thinking about mad young Harry Estridge ; " 'tis not impossible, William, that old folks and young folks, too, should play the fool." " But I can't understand a young fallow being^in lojre with Maria," continued Mr. William, " however he might be with i/ou, ma'am. That's oter shose, as our French tutor used to say. You remember the Count, ma'am ; he, he ! — and so does Maria I " "William!" " And I dare say the Count remembers the bastinado Castlewood had given to hini. A confounded French dancing-master calling himself a count, and daring to fall in love in our family ! Whenever I want to make myself uncommonly agreeable to old Maria, I just say a few words oi parhj voo to her. She knows what I mean." "Have you abused her to your cousin, Harry Warrington ? " asked Madame de Bernstein. " Well — I know she is always abusing me — and I have said my mind about her," said Will. THE VIRGINIAXS. 117 '' you idiot ! " cried the old lady. " Who but a gaby ever spoke ill of a woman to her sweetheart ? He will tell her everything, and they both will hate you." "The very thing, ma'am ! " cried "Will, bursting into a great laugh. ** I had a sort of a suspicion, you see, and two days ago, as we were riding together, I told Harry Warrington a bit of my mind about Maria ; — why shouldn't I, I say? She is always abusing me, ain't she. Fan? And your favourite turned as red as my plush waistcoat — wondered how a gentleman could malign his own flesh and blood, and, trembling all over with rage, said I was no true Esmond." "Why didn't you chastise him, sir, as my lord did the dancing- master?" cried Lady Castlewood. ** Well, mother, — you see that at quarter-staff there's two sticks used," replied Mr. William; " and my opinion is, that Harry Warrington can guard his own head uncommonly well. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I did not offer to treat my cousin to a caning. And now you say so, ma'am, I know he has told Maria. She has been looking battle, murder, and sudden death at me ever since. All which shows — " and here he turned to his aunt. "All which shows what ?" "That I think we are on the right scent; and that we've found Maria — the old fox ! " And the ingenuous youth here clapped his hand to his mouth, and gave a loud halloo. How far had this pretty intrigue gone ? now was the question. Mr. Will said, that at her age, Maria would be for conducting matters as rapidly as possible, not having much time to lose. There was not a great deal of love lost between Will and his half-sister. " Who would sift the matter to the bottom? Scolding one party or the other was of no avail. Threats only served to aggravate people in such cases. I never was in danger but once, young people," said Madame de Bernstein, " and I think that was because my poor mother contradicted me. If this boy is like others of his family, the more wo oppose him, the more entete he will be ; and we shall never get him out of his scrape.", * " Faith, ma'am, suppose we leave him in it ? " grumbled Will. " Old Maria and I don't love each other too much, I grant you ; but an English Earl's daughter is good enough for an American tobacco-planter, wheo all is said and done." Here his mother and sister broke out. They would not hear of such, a union. To which Will answered, " You are like the dog in the manger. You don't want the man yourself, Fanny — " ^# " J want him, indeed ! " cries Lady Fanny, with a toss of her head. ' ' Then why grudge him to Maria ? I think Castlewood wants her to have him." " Why grudge him to Maria, sir ? " cried Madame de Bernstein with great energy. " Do you remember who the poor boy is, and what your house owes to his family ? His grandfather was the best friend your 118 THE YIRGINIAXS. father ever had, and gave up this estate, this title, this very castle, in which you are conspiring against the friendless Virginian lad, that you and yours might profit by it. And the reward for all this kindness is, that you all but shut the door on the child when he knocks at it, and talk of marrying him to a silly elderly creature who might be his mother ! He shanH marry her." ^ ** The very thing we were saying and thinking, my dear Baroness ! " interposes Lady Castle wood. " Our part of the family is not eager about the match, though my lord and Maria may be." " You would like him for yourself, now that you hear he is rich — and may be richer, young people, mind you that," cried Madam Beatrix, turning upon the other women. " Mr. Warrington may be ever so rich, madam, but there is no need why your ladyship should perpetually remind us that we are poor," broke in Lady Castlewood, with some spirit. "At least there is very little disparity in Fanny's age and Mr. Harry's ; and you surely will be the last to say that a lady of our name and family is not good enough for any gentleman born in Yirginia or elsewhere." "Let Fanny take an English gentleman, countess, not an American. With such a name and such a mother to help her, and with all her good looks and accomplishments, sure, she can't fail of finding a man worthy of her. But from what I know about the daughters of this house, and what I imagine about our young cousin, I am certain that no happy match could be made between them." " What does my aunt know about me ? " asked Lady Fanny, turning very red. " Only your temper, my dear. You don't suppose that I believe all the tittle-tattle and scandal which one cannot help hearing in town ? But the temper and early education are sufficient. Only fancy one of you condemned to leave St. James's and the Mall, and live in a plan- tation surrounded by savages ! You would die of ennui, or worry your husband's life out with your ill-humour. You are born, ladies, to ornament courts — not wigwams. Let this lad go back to his wilderness with a wife who is suited to him." The other two ladies declared in a breath that, for their parts, they desired no better, and, after a few more words, went on their way, while Madame de Bernstein, lifting up her tapestried door, retired into her own chamber. She saw all the scheme now ; she admired the ways of women, calling a score of little circumstances back to mind. She v/on- dered at her own blindness during the last few days, and that she should not have perceived the rise and progress of this queer little intrigue. How far had it gone ? was now the question. Was Harry's passion of the serious and tragical sort, or a mere fire of straw which a day or two would burn out ? How deeply was he committed ? She dreaded the strength of Harry's passion, and the weakness of Maria's. A woman of her age is so desperate, Madame Bernstein may have thought, that she will make any efforts to secure a lover. Scandal, bah ! She will retire :HE VIRGINIANS. 119 and be a princess in Yirginia, and leave the folks in England to talk aa mucli scandal as they choose. Is there always, then, one thing which women do not tell to one another, and about which they agree to deceive each other ? Does the concealment arise from deceit or modesty ? A man, as soon as he feels an inclination for one of the other sex, seeks for a friend of his own to whom he may impart the delightful intelligence. A woman (with more or less skill) buries her secret away from her kind. For days and weeks past, had not this old Maria made fools of the whole house, — Maria, the butt of the family ? I forbear to go into too curious inquiries regarding the Lady Maria's antecedents. I have my own opinion about Madame Bernstein's. A hundred years ago, people of the great world were not so strait-laced as they are now, when everybody is good, pure, moral, modest ; when there is no skeleton in anybody's closet ; when there is no scheming ; no slurring over of old stories ; when no girl tries to sell herself for wealth, and no mother abets her. Suppose my Lady Maria tries to make her little game, wherein is her ladyship's great eccentricity ? On these points no doubt the Baroness de Bernstein thought, as she communed with herself in her private apartment. CHAPTER XYIII. Ali OLD STORY. As my Lady Castlewood and her son and daughter passed through one door of the saloon where they had all been seated, my Lord Castlewood departed by another issue ; and then the demure eyes looked up from the tambour-frame on which they had persisted hitherto in examining the innocent violets and jonquils. The eyes looked up at Harry Warrington, who stood at an ancestral portrait under the great fire- place. He had gathered a great heap of blushes, (those flowers which bloom so rarely after gentlefolks' spring-time ;) and with thera orna- mented his honest countenance, his cheeks, his forehead, nay, his youthful ears. " Why did you refuse to go with our aunt, cousin ?" asked the lady of the tambour-frame. ''Because your ladyship bade me stay," answered the lad. *' / bid you stay! La! child! What one says in fun, you take in earnest ! Are all you Yirginian gentlemen so obsequious as to fancy every idle word a lady says is a command? Virginia must be a pleasant country for our sex if it be so ! " "You said— when — when we walked in the terrace two nights since, —0 heaven ! " cried Harry, with a voice trembling with emotion. ** Ah, that sweet night, cousin !" cries the Tambour-frame. 120 THE VIEGINIAKS. " Whe — whe — when you gave me this rose from your own neck — " roared out Harry, pulling suddenly a crumpled and decayed vegetable from his waistcoat — *' which I will never part with — with, no, by heavens, whilst this heart continues to beat ! You said, ' Harry, if your aunt asks you to go away, you will go, and if you go, you will forget me.* — Didn't you say so ?" " All men forget ! " said the Virgin, with a sigh. **In this cold selfish country they may, cousin, not in ours," con- tinues Harry, yet in the same state of exultation — " I had rather have lost an arm almost than refused the old lady. I tell you it went to my heart to say no to her, and she so kind to me, and who had been the means of introducing me to — to — heaven!" . . . (Here a kick to an intervening spaniel, which flies yelping from before the fire, and a rapid advance on the tambour-frame.) " Look here, cousin ! If you were to bid me jump out of yonder window, T should do it ; or murder, I should do it." "La! but you need not squeeze one's hand so, you silly child!" remarks Maria. "I can't help it — we are so in the South. Where my heart is, I can't help speaking my mind out, cousin — and you know where that heart is ! Ever since that evening — that— heaven ! I tell you I have hardly slept since — I want to do something — to distinguish myself — to be ever so great. I wish there was Giants, Maria, as I have read of in — in books, that I could go and fight 'em. I wish you was in distress, that I might help you, somehow. I wish you wanted my blood, that I might spend every drop of it for you. And when you told me not to go with Madame Bernstein . . ." "J tell thee, child? never." " I thought you told me. You said you knew I preferred my aunt to my cousin, and I said then what I say now, ' Incomparable Maria ! I prefer thee to all the women in the world and all the angels in Paradise — and I would go anywhere, were it to dungeons, if you ordered me!' And do you think I would not stay anywhere, when you only desired that I should be near you ?" he added, after a moment's pause. " Men always talk in that way — that is, — that is, I have heard so," said the spinster, correcting herself; " for what should a country-bred woman know about you creatures ? When you are near us, they say you are all raptures and flames and promises, and I don't know what ; when you are away, you forget all about us." " But I think I never want to go away as long as I live," groaned out the young man. *'I have tired of many things ; not books and that, I never cared for study much ; but games and sports which I used to be fond of when I was a boy. Before I saw you, it was to be a soldier I most desired ; I tore my hair with rage when my poor dear brother went away instead of me on that expedition in which we lost him. But now, I only care for one thing in the world, and you know what that is." THE VirvGIXIAXS. 121 **You silly child! dou't you know I am almost old enough to be . . .?" "I know — I know ! but what is that to me? Hasn't your br . . . . —well, never mind who, some of 'em — told me stories against you, and didn't they show me the Family Bible, where all your names are down, and the dates of your birth ?" "The cowards! Who did that?" cried out Lady Maria. "Dear Harry, tell me who did that ? Was it my mother-in-law, the grasp- ing, odious, abandoned, brazen harpy ? Do you know all about her ? How she married my father in his cups — the horrid hussey ! — and ..." " Indeed it wasn't Lady Castlewood," interposed the wondering Harry. "Then it was my aunt," continued the infuriate lady. " A pretty moralist, indeed! A Bishop's widow, forsootli, and 1 should like to know whose widow before and afterwards. Why, Harry, she intrigued with the Pretender, and with the Court of Hanover, and, I daresay, would with the Court of Home and the Sultan of Turkey if she had had the means. Do you know who her second husband was ? A creature wlio . . ." "But our aunt never spoke a word against you," broke in Harry, more and more amazed at the nymph's vehemence. She checked her anger. In the inquisitive countenance opposite to her she thought she read some alarm as to the temper which she was exhibiting. " Well, well ! I am a fool," she said. " I want thee to think well of me, Harry ! " A hand is somehow put out and seized and, no doubt, kissed by the rapturous youth. "Angel!" he cries, looking into her face with his eager, honest eyes. Two fish-pools irradiated by a pair of stars would not kindle to greater warmth than^id those elderly orbs into which Harry poured his gaze. Nevertheless, he plunged into their blue depths, and fancied he saw heaven in their calm brightness. So that silly dog (of whom jiEsop or the Spelling-book used to tell us in youth) beheld a beef- bone in the pond, and snapped it, and lost the beef-bone he was carrying. 0, absurd cur I He saw the beef-bone in his own mouth reflected in the treacherous pool, which dimpled, I daresay, \fith. ever so many smiles, coolly sucked up the meat, and returned to its usual placidity, Ah ! what a heap of wreck lie beneath some of those quiet surfaces I What treasures we have dropped into them! What chased golden disl.es, what precious jewels of love, what bones after bones, and sweetest heart's flesh ! Do not some very faithful and unlucky dogs jump in bodily, when they are swallowed up heads and tails entirely ? When some women come to be dragged, it is a marvel what will be found in the depths of them. Cavete, ccmes! Have a care how ye lap that water. What do they want with us, the mischievous syren sluts P 122 THE VIRGIIsriANS. A green-eyed Naiad never rests until she has inveigled a fellow under tlie water ; she sings after him, she dances after him ; she winds round him, glittering tortuously ; she warbles and whispers dainty secrets at his cheek ; she kisses his feet ; she leers at him from out of her rushes : all her beds sigh out, "Come, sweet youth! Hither, hither, rosy Hylas ! " Pop goes Hylas. (Surely the fable is renewed for ever and ever ?) Has his captivator any pleasure ? Doth she take any account of him ? No more than a fisherman landing at Brighton does of one out of a hundred thousand herrings. . . . The last time Ulysses rowed by the Syrens' Bank, he and his men did not care though a whole shoal of them were singing and combing their longest locks. Young Telemachus was for jumping overboard ; but the tough old crew held the silly, bawling lad. They were deaf, and could not hear his bawling nor the sea-nymphs' singing. They were dim of sight, and did not see how lovely the witches were. The stale, old, leering witches ! Away with ye ! I daresay you have painted your cheeks by this time ; your V\Tetched old songs are as out of fashion as Mozart, and it is all false hair you are combing ! la the last sentence you see Lector Benevolus and Scriptor Doctis- simus figure as tough old Ulysses and his tough old Boatswain, who do not care a quid of tobacco for any Syren at Syrens' Point ; but Harry Warrington is green Telemachus, who, be sure, was very unlike the soft youth in the good Bishop of Cambray's twaddling story. ITe does not see that the syren paints the lashes from under which she ogles him ; will put by into a box when she has done the ringlets into which she would inveigle him ; and if she eats him, as she proposes to do, will crunch his bones with a new set of grinders just from the dentist's, and warranted for mastication. The song is not stale to Harry Warrington, nor the voice cracked or out of tune that sings it. But — but — 0, dear me, Brother Boatswain ! Don't you remember how X^leasant the opera was when we first heard it ? Cost fan tutte was its name — Mozart's music. Now, I daresay, they 4iave other words, and other music, and other singers and fiddlers, and another great crowd in the pit. Well, well, Cosi fan tutte is still upon the bills, and they are going on singing it over and over and over. Any man or woman with a pennyworth of brains, or the like precious amount of personal experience, or who has read a novel before, must, when Harry pulled out those faded vegetables just now, have gone off into a digression of his own, as the writer confesses for himself he was diverging whilst he has been Meriting the last brace of paragraphs. If he sees a pair of lovers whispering in a garden alley or the embrasure of a window, or a pair of glances shot across the room from J enny to the artless Jessamy, he falls to musing on former days when, &c. &c. These things follow each other by a general law, which is not as old as the hills, to bo sure, but as old as the people who walk up and down them. When, I say, a lad pulls a bunch of amputated and now decom- posing greens from his breast and falls to kissing it, what is the use of THE YIRGIXIAXS. 123 saying much more? As well tell the market-gardener's name from whom the slip-rose was bought — the waterings, clippings, trirdmings, manurings, the plant has undergone — as tell how Harry Warrington came by it. Hose, elle a vecu la vie des roses, has been trimmed, has been watered, has been potted, has been sticked, has been cut, worn, given away, transferred to yonder boy's pocket-book and bosom, according to the laws and fate appertaining to roses. And how came Maria to give it to Harry ? And how did he come to want it and to prize it so passionately when he got the bit of rubbish ? Is not one story as stale as the other ? Are not they all alike ? What is the use, I say, of telling them over and over ? Harry values that rose because Maria has ogled him in the old way ; because she has happened to meet him in the garden in the old way ; because he has taken her hand in the old way ; because they have whispered to one another behind the old curtain (the gaping old rag, as if everybody could not peep through it!); because, in this delicious weather, they have hap- pened to be early risers and go into the park ; because dear Goody Jenkins in the village happened to have a bad knee, and my Lady Maria went to read to her, and give her calves'-foot jelly, and because some- body, of course, must carry the basket. Whole chapters might have been written to chronicle all these circumstances, but a qiioi hon f The incidents of life, and love-making especially, I believe to resemble each other so much, that I am surprised, gentlemen and ladies, you read novels any more. Psha ! Of course that rose in young Harry's pocket- book had grown, and had budded, and had bloomed, and was now rotting, like other roses. I suppose you will want me to say that the young fool kissed it next ? Of course he kissed it. What were lips made for, pray, but for smiling and simpering and (possibly) hum- bugging, and kissing, and opening to receive mutton-chops, cigars, and so forth ? I cannot write this part of the story of our Virginians, because Harry did not dare to write it himself to anybody at home, because, if he wrote any letters to Maria (which, of course, he did, as they were in the same house, and might meet each other as much as they liked), they were destroyed; because he afterwards chose to be very silent about the story, and we can't have it from her Ladyship, who never told the truth about anything. But cui bono f I say again. What is the good of telling the story ? My gentle reader, take your story : take mine. To-morrow it shall be Miss Fanny's, who is just walking away with her doll to the school-room, and the governess (poor •victim ! she has a yersion of it in her desk) : and next day it shall be Eaby's, who is bawling out on the stairs for his bottle. Maria might like to have and exercise power over the young Virginian ; but she did not want that Harry should quarrel with his aunt for her sake, or that Madame de Bernstein should be angry with her. Harry was not the Lord of Virginia yet: he was only the Prince, and the Q,ueen might marry and have other Princes, and the laws of primo- geniture might not be established in Virginia, qu'en savait elle ? My 124 THE VIPvGIXIANS. lord her brother and she had exchanged no words at all about the delicate business. But they understood each other, and the Earl had a way of understanding things without speaking. He knew his Maria perfectly well : in the course of a life of which not a little had been, spent in her brother's company and under his roof, Maria's disposition, v^s.^ i, tricks, faults, had come to be perfectly understood by the head of the family ; and she would find her little schemes checked or aided by him, as to his lordship seemed good, and without need of any words between them. Thus three days before, when she happened to be going to see that poor dear old Goody, who was ill with the sore knee in the village (and when Harry Warrington happened to be walking behind the elms on the green, too), my lord with his dogs about him, and his gardener walking after him, crossed the court, just as Lady Maria was tripping to the gate-house — and his lordship called his sistei;. \id said: "Molly, you are going to see Goody Jenkins. You are a 4^.;aritable soul, my dear. Give Gammer Jenkins this half-crown for me — unless our cousin, Warrington, has already given her money. A pleasant walk to you. Let her want for nothing." And at supper, my lord asked Mr. Warrington many questions about the poor in Virginia, and the means of maintaining them, to which the young gentleman gave the best answers he might. His lordship wished that in the old country there were no more poor people than in the new : and recom- mended Harry to visit the poor and people of every degree, indeed, high and low — in the country to look at the agriculture, in the city at the manufactures and municipal institutions— to which edifying advice Harry acceded with becoming modesty and few words, and Madame Bernstein nodded approval over her picquet with the chaplain. Next day, Harry M'as in my lord's justice-room : the next day he was out ever so long with my lord on the farm— and coming home, what does my lord do, but look in on a sick tenant ? I think Lady Maria was out on that day, too, she had been reading good books to that poor dear Goody Jenkins, though I don't suppose Madame Bernstein ever thought of asking about her niece. " Castlewood, Hampshire, England, August 5, 1757. ** My dear Mountain, " At first, as I wrote, I did not like Castlewood, nor my cousins there very much. Now, I am used to their ways, and we begin to understand each other 77iuch better. With my duty to my mother, tell her, I hope, that considering her ladyship's great kindness to me, Madam Esmond will be reconciled to her half-sister, the Baroness de Bernstein. The Baroness, you know, was my Grandmamma's daughter by her first husband, Lord Castlewood (only Grandpapa really was the real Lord) ; however, that was not his, that is the other Lord Castle- wood's fault you know, and he was verj/ kind to Grandpapa, who always spoke most kindly of him to us as you know. " Madame the Baroness Bernstein first married a clergyman, Reverend 11 :^ yiRGixiA: