ew Castlewood, and think with grateful hearts of
our old home. In our Transatlantic country we have a season, the calmest
and most delightful of the year, which we call the Indian summer: I often
say the autumn of our life resembles that happy and serene weather, and am
thankful for its rest and its sweet sunshine. Heaven hath blessed us with
a child, which each parent loves for her resemblance to the other. Our
diamonds are turned into ploughs and axes for our plantations; and into
negroes, the happiest and merriest, I think, in all this country: and the
only jewel by which my wife sets any store, and from which she hath never
parted, is that gold button she took from my arm on the day when she
visited me in prison, and which she wore ever after, as she told me, on
the tenderest heart in the world.

Appendix

Book I, chap, viii, p. 80, line 9: "mist" was wrongly altered in revised
edition to "midst".

Book I, chap, xii, p. 130, line 2 from foot: "through" was wrongly altered
in revised edition to "to".

Book II, chap, ii, p. 179, line 7 from foot: "guests," though never
altered, should clearly be "hosts".

Book II, chap, xv, p. 307, line 8: the following passage was omitted in
the edition of 1858:--

"I always thought that paper was Mr. Congreve's," cries Mr. St.
John, showing that he knew more about the subject than he
pretended to Mr. Steele, and who was the original Mr. Bickerstaffe
drew.

"Tom Boxer said so in his _Observator_. But Tom's oracle is often
making blunders," cries Steele.

"Mr. Boxer and my husband were friends once, and when the captain
was ill with the fever, no man could be kinder than Mr. Boxer, who
used to come to his bedside every day, and actually brought Dr.
Arbuthnot who cured him," whispered Mrs. Steele.

"Indeed, madam! How very interesting," says Mr. St. John.

"But when the captain's last comedy came out, Mr. Boxer took no
notice of it--you know he is Mr. Congreve's man, and won't ever
give a word to the other house--and this made my husband angry."

"Oh! Mr. Boxer is Mr. Congreve's man!" says Mr. St. John.

"Mr. Congreve has wit enough of his own," cries out Mr. Steele.
"No one ever heard me grudge him or any other man his share."

Book III, chap, i, p. 326, line 19: for "Frank", Thackeray by an
interesting reminiscence of _Pendennis_ wrote "Arthur".

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