ather, Colonel Trevelyan, was a brother officer with Sir Howard
during the Peninsula campaign. For signal service he was rewarded by
knighthood and the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel. Having obtained for his
son, Guy, a commission in H. M. 52nd Regiment, Lieutenant-Colonel
Trevelyan hailed with delight the tidings of his friend's appointment to
the Governorship of New Brunswick. The Regiment was then stationed in
Fredericton and St. John--headquarters at the former--with Major McNair
in command, while the companies stationed at St. John were in charge of
Sir Thomas Tilden. In His Excellency, Guy Trevelyan had a warm-hearted
friend. The son of Colonel Trevelyan was dear to him. Many times Sir
Howard looked upon his handsome boyish face, pleased with tracing the
strong resemblance between father and son. The open, generous and manly
disposition of the young Lieutenant shone in every lineament of his
countenance. Guy Trevelyan was loved by every member of the Douglas
family. Lady Douglas showed him daily marks of favour, making him at
ease in the bosom of her household. Nor did our young officer abuse
these acts of true kindness and personal privilege. Unassuming, gentle
and affable Guy Trevelyan was more eagerly sought than seeking. Sir
Howard admired his favorite, his diffidence and bashful coyness. "He is
one to make a mark," said he. "Give me the disposition of Guy in
preference to those aping and patronizing airs assumed by the majority
of young gentlemen on entering the army." Once, on addressing
Lieutenant-Colonel Trevelyan, he wrote the following: "Have no fear for
Guy; he is a true scion of the old stock. His nature is truthful,
honourable and sincere, not being addicted to those vices which ruin our
bravest soldiers. He has endeared himself to our family, in fact, Lady
Douglas would lament his absence almost the same as one of her own
sons."

Having made this digression, thus introducing the principal members of
the company, we will now ask the reader to follow the ladies into the
drawing room. Government House drawing room was indeed an apartment of
costly elegance. Richly covered and gilded furniture was arranged in
stately profusion. Quaintly and gorgeously embroidered silken draperies
were festooned with graceful effect. Rare paintings adorned the frescoed
walls. Priceless cabinets, vases and statuary were grouped with artistic
hand. Turkey carpets of the most brilliant hues covered the floor, while
the flashing