CHAPTER VII.
Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him.
TENNYSON.
What a coming home that was.

Who could have guessed that any ungrateful cause had had anything to do with it.

What kisses, what smiles, what family rejoicings at the table, what endless talks round the fire.

What delight in the returned Member of Assembly; what admiration of the future Collegian.

For nobody had given that up; wishes were bidden to wait awhile, that was all; and as the waiting had procured them this dear home- gathering, who could quarrel with it.