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worsted baskets, cushions, and footstools for her. What a good fire there is in her room when she comes to pay you a visit ! The house during her stay assumes a festive, neat, warm, jovial, snug appearance, not visible at other seasons. You yourself, dear sir, forget to go to sleep after dinner, and find yourself all of a sudden (though you invariably lose) very fond of a rubber. 1 What good dinners you have-game every day, Malmsey, Madeira, and no end of fish from London. Even the servants in the kitchen share in the general prosperity ; and, somehow, during the stay of Miss MacWhirter's fat coachman, the beer is grown much stronger, and the consumption of tea and sugar in the nursery? (where her maid takes her meals) is not regarded in the least. Is it so, or is it not so ? I appeal to the middle classes. Ah, gracious powers ! I wish you would send me an old aunta maiden aunt-an aunt with a lozenge on her carriage, and a front of light coffee-coloured hair3_how my children should work work-bags for her, and my Julia and I would make her comfortable ! Sweet, sweet vision ! Foolish, foolish dream !

THACKERAY.

1807-1863.

1 A rubber, Une partie de whist, un rob._2 The nursery, La chambre des enfants. _3 Front of light coffee-coloured hair, Un tour de cheveux café au lait.

EXTRACTS IN PROSE.

PART IV.

Selection from the French E.camination Papers for the Royal

Military College, Sandhurst, the Direct Commissions, the Royal Military Academy, Woolwich, and the Civil Service of India.

SANDHURST, July 1858. COLONEL, afterwards Sir John Moore, had the command of the party which stormed and carried Fort Mozello, the principal outlet to the city of Calvi, in the island of Corsica. Daybreak was the time chosen for the assault, and that no alarm might be given to the garrison, the soldiers were ordered not to load, as it was resolved to attempt it by the point of the bayonet. Colonel Moore, with a chosen body of troops, had proceeded about halfway, when the enemy, whose attention had been diverted by a false attack, at last perceived their danger, flew to arms, and discharged a volley of grapeshot which, however, did little execution. Colonel Moore continued to press forward at the head of his men, leaving behind the wounded and dying, and was entering the walls, when a bombshell bursting struck him to the ground. Fortunately, however, he instantly recovered himself, and notwithstanding the great effusion of blood, he pressed on, and after a most obstinate and sanguinary conflict, the enemy was compelled to surrender. Nothing but the most consummate skill and determined bravery could have stormed a fortress garrisoned

by some of the best troops of France, commanded by an old experienced general, and furnished with every necessary for vigorous resistance. When General Stewart, the commander-inchief, who was a witness of the attack, perceived the grenadiers ascending, he rode up to the fort, and quitting his horse, mounted the breach. Finding the troops in possession of the place, he flew into the arms of Colonel Moore. The surrounding soldiers shouted and threw their hats into the air for joy.

SANDHURST, December 1860. As we lived near the road, we often had the traveller or stranger to visit us, to taste our gooseberry wine, for which we had great reputation ; and I profess, with the veracity of a historian, that I never knew one of them find fault with it. Our cousins, too, even to the fortieth remove, all remembered their affinity, without any help from the herald's office, and came frequently to see us. Some of them did us no great honour by these claims of kindred ; and we had the blind, the maimed, and the halt amongst the number. However, my wife always insisted that, as they were the same flesh and blood, they should sit with us at the same table, so that, if we had not very rich, we generally had very happy friends about us ; for this remark will hold good through life, that the poorer the guest the better pleased he ever is with being treated ; and as some men gaze with admiration at the colours of a tulip or the wing of a butterfly, so I was by nature an admirer of happy human faces. However, whenever any of our relations was found to be a person of very bad character, a troublesome guest, or one we desired to get rid of, upon his leaving my house, I ever took care to lend him a riding-coat, or a pair of boots, or sometimes a horse of small value, and I always had the satisfaction to find that he never came back to return them. By this the house was cleared of such as we did not like ; but never was the family of Wakefield known to turn the traveller or the poor dependant out of doors.

GOLDSMITH.

herself to take mental notes of all that might be said and done.

It is a melancholy fact, but it must be related,2 that Mr Pinch's sister was not at all ugly. On the contrary, she had a good face, a very mild and prepossessing face. There was something of her brother, much of him indeed, in a certain gentleness of manner and in her look of timid trustfulness; but she was so far from being a fright, or a dowdy, or a horror, or anything else, predicted by the two Miss Pecksniffs, that those young ladies naturally regarded her with great indignation, feeling that this was by no means what they had come to see.

“Don't be alarmed, Miss Pinch,” said Mr Pecksniff, taking her hand condescendingly in one of his, and patting it with the other. “I have called to see you, in pursuance of a promise given to your brother, Thomas Pinch. My name,-compose yourself, Miss Pinch -is Pecksniff.”

He emphasised these words as though he would have said, “ You see in me, young person, the benefactor of your race ; the patron of your house ; the preserver of your brother, who is fed with manna daily from my table ; and in right of whom there is a considerable balance in my favour at present standing in the books beyond the sky. But I have no pride, for I can afford to do without it !” 4

The poor girl felt it all as if it had been gospel truth. Her brother, writing in the fulness of his simple heart,5 had often told her so, and how much more! As Mr Pecksniff ceased to speak, she hung her head, and dropped a tear upon his hand.

“Oh very well, Miss Pinch !” thought the sharp pupil, “ crying before strangers, as if you didn't like the situation !"

“ Thomas is well,” said Mr Pecksniff ; " and sends his love and this letter. I cannot say, poor fellow, that he will ever be distinguished in our profession ; but he has the will to do well, which is the next thing to having the power, and, therefore, we must bear with him. Eh ?1

i And prepared herself to take mental notes of, Et se prépara à prendre note mentalement de. -2 It is a melancholy fact, but it must be related, C'est triste à dire, mais il faut l'avouer.-3 A prepossessing face, Une figure qui prévenait en sa faveur.

-4 I can afford to do without it. Je puis m'en priver,--5 In the fulness of his simple heart, Dans toute la simplicité de son cæur.

“I know he has the will, sir," said Tom Pinch's sister, “ and I know how kindly and considerately you cherish it, for which neither he nor I can ever be grateful enough, as we very often say in writing to each other.”

“ Very pleasant-very proper," murmured Mr Pecksniff, whose eyes had in the meantime wandered to the pupil. “And how do you do, my very interesting child ?”

“Quite well, I thank you, sir," replied that frosty innocent.

“A sweet face this, my dears," said Mr Pecksniff, turning to his daughters. “A charming manner !”

Mrs Todgers vowed that anything so angelic she had never seen. “She wanted but a pair of wings, a dear,” said that good woman, "to be a young syrup,”—meaning, possibly, young seraph.

“If you will give that to your distinguished parents, my amiable little friend,” said Mr Pecksniff, producing one of his professional cards,2 « and will say that I and my daughters"-

“And Mrs Todgers, pa," said Merry

“ And Mrs Todgers, of London," added Mr Pecksniff ; " that I and my daughters, and Mrs Todgers, of London, did not intrude upon them, as our object simply was to take some notice of Miss Pinch, whose brother is a young man in my employment; but that I could not leave this very chaste mansion without adding my huinble tribute, as an architect, to the correctness and elegance of the owner's taste, and to his just appreciation of that 4 beautiful art, to the cultivation of which I have devoted a life, and to the promotion of whose glory and advancement I have sacrificed aa fortune-I shall be very much obliged to you."

“ Missis's compliments to Miss Pinch," said the footman, suddenly appearing, and speaking in exactly the same key as before, “and begs to know wot my young lady is a learning of just now."

1 We must bear with him. Eh ? Il faut être indulgent avec lui, n'est-ce pas ?2 One of his professional cards, Une carte qui avec son nom portalit sa profession.3 Did not intrude upon them, Nous ne sommes pas venus pour les déranger.4 See $ 21.

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