Does a mother not love her dead infant?
a man his lost mistress?
with the fond wife nestling at his side,--yes, with twenty children smiling round her knee.
No doubt, as the old soldier held the girl's hand in his, the little talisman led him back to Hades, and he saw Leonora .---- "How do you do, uncle ?" say girls Nos.

2 and 3 in a pretty little infantile chorus.

He drops the talisman, he is back in common life again--the dancing baby in the arms of the bobbing nurse babbles a welcome.

Alfred looks up for a while at his uncle in the white trousers, and then instantly proposes that Clive should make him some drawings; and is on his knees at the next moment.

He is always climbing on somebody or something, or winding over chairs, curling through banisters, standing on somebody's head, or his own head,--as his convalescence advances, his breakages are fearful.