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.