the pawrt of Cora in
the Plee--and by the bridge in Pezawro, bedad.' I wish that scoundrel
Morgan had been on the bridge when the General tried his 'sthratagem.'

"If I hear more of Jack Alias I will tell you. He has got plenty of
money still, and I wanted him to send some to our poor friend the
milliner; but the scoundrel laughed, and said he had no more than he
wanted, but offered to give anybody a lock of his hair. Farewell--be
happy! and believe me always truly yours, E. Strong."

"And now for the other letter," said Pen. "Dear old fellow!" and he
kissed the seal before he broke it.

"Warrington, Tuesday.

"I must not let the day pass over without saying a God bless you, to
both of you. May Heaven make you happy, dear Arthur, and dear Laura. I
think, Pen, that you have the best wife in the world; and pray that,
as such, you will cherish her and tend her. The chambers will be lonely
without you, dear Pen; but if I am tired, I shall have a new home to go
to in the house of my brother and sister. I am practising in the nursery
here, in order to prepare for the part of Uncle George. Farewell! make
your wedding tour, and come back to your affectionate G. W."

Pendennis and his wife read this letter together after Doctor Portman's
breakfast was over, and the guests were gone; and when the carriage was
waiting amidst the crowd at the Doctor's outer gate. But the wicket led
into the churchyard of St. Mary's, where the bells were pealing with
all their might, and it was here, over Helen's green grass, that Arthur
showed his wife George's letter. For which of those two--for grief was
it or for happiness, that Laura's tears abundantly fell on the paper?
And once more, in the presence of the sacred dust, she kissed and
blessed her Arthur.

There was only one marriage on that day at Clavering Church; for in
spite of Blanche's sacrifices for her dearest mother, honest Harry Foker
could not pardon the woman who had deceived her husband, and justly
argued that she would deceive him again. He went to the Pyramids and
Syria, and there left his malady behind him, and returned with a fine
beard, and a supply of tarbooshes and nargillies, with which he regales
all his friends. He lives splendidly, and, through Pen's mediation, gets
his wine from the celebrated vintages of the Duke of Garbanzos.

As for poor Cos, his fate has been mentioned in an early part of this
story. No very glorious end could be expected to such a care