CHAPTER XIX.
I do too ill in this, And must not think but that a parent's plaint Will move the heavens to pour forth misery Upon the head of disobediency.
Yet reason tells us, parents are o'erseen, When with too strict a rein they do hold in Their child's affection, and control that love, Which the high powers divine inspire them with.
The Hog hath lost his Pearl.
THE feast of Ravenswood Castle was as remarkable for its profusion as that of Wolf's Crag had been for its ill-veiled penury.

The Lord Keeper might feel internal pride at the contrast, but he had too much tact to suffer it to appear.

On the contrary, he seemed to remember with pleasure what he called Mr.Balderstone's bachelor's meal, and to be rather disgusted than pleaseed with the display upon his own groaning board.
"We do these things," he said, "because others do them; but I was bred a plain man at my father's frugal table, and I should like well would my wife and family permit me to return to my sowens and my poor-man-of-mutton." This was a little overstretched.

The Master only answered, "That different ranks--I mean," said he, correcting himself, "different degrees of wealth require a different style of housekeeping." This dry remark put a stop to further conversation on the subject, nor is it necessary to record that which was substituted in its place.

The evening was spent with freedom, and even cordiality; and Henry had so far overcome his first apprehensions, that he had settled a party for coursing a stag with the representative and living resemblance of grim Sir Malise of Ravenswood, called the Revenger.