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In which Harry finds a New Relative.
Kind 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 possessed 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 anybody a wrong.

Yonder I fancy her enthroned in her principality of Castlewood, the country gentlefolks 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.