We had all quite looked forward to the peace she would enjoy when she was a widow, for it was known that delirium tremens was surely shortening her husband's life.

But she died before him.

Her children were wonderfully provided for.

They were girls, and we had them all at the Hall by turns in some sort of sub-kitchenmaid capacity, from which they progressed to higher offices, and all became first-class servants, and "did well." "My dear," said Nurse Bundle, "there ain't no difficulty in finding homes for gals that have been brought up to clean, and to do as they're bid.

It's folk as can't do a thing if you set it 'em, nor take care of a thing if you gives it 'em, as there's no providing for." I almost shrink from recording the hardest, bitterest loss that those changeful years of my school-life brought me--the death of Mr.
Andrewes.