cle was in a word very close and happy and intimate; but woe is me,
Thomas Newcome's fondest hopes were disappointed this time: his little
grandson lived but to see the light and leave it: and sadly, sadly,
those preparations were put away, those poor little robes and caps,
those delicate muslins and cambrics over which many a care had been
forgotten, many a fond prayer thought, if not uttered. Poor little
Rosey! she felt the grief very keenly; but she rallied from it very
soon. In a very few months, her cheeks were blooming and dimpling
with smiles again, and she was telling us how her party was an omnium
gatherum.

The Campaigner had ere this returned to the scene of her northern
exploits; not, I believe, entirely of the worthy woman's own free will.
Assuming the command of the household, whilst her daughter kept her
sofa, Mrs. Mackenzie had set that establishment into uproar and mutiny.
She had offended the butler, outraged the housekeeper, wounded the
sensibilities of the footmen, insulted the doctor, and trampled on the
inmost corns of the nurse. It was surprising what a change appeared
in the Campaigner's conduct, and how little, in former days, Colonel
Newcome had known her. What the Emperor Napoleon the First said
respecting our Russian enemies, might be applied to this lady,
Grattez-la, and she appeared a Tartar. Clive and his father had a little
comfort and conversation in conspiring against her. The old man never
dared to try, but was pleased with the younger's spirit and gallantry in
the series of final actions which, commencing over poor little Rosey's
prostrate body in the dressing-room, were continued in the drawing-room,
resumed with terrible vigour on the enemy's part in the dining-room, and
ended, to the triumph of the whole establishment, at the outside of the
hall-door.

When the routed Tartar force had fled back to its native north, Rosey
made a confession, which Clive told me afterwards, bursting with bitter
laughter. "You and papa seem to be very much agitated," she said. (Rosey
called the Colonel papa in the absence of the Campaigner.) "I do not
mind it a bit, except just at first, when it made me a little nervous.
Mamma used always to be so; she used to scold and scold all day, both
me and Josey, in Scotland, till grandmamma sent her away; and then in
Fitzroy Square, and then in Brussels, she used to box my ears, and go
into such tantrums; and I think," adds Rosey, with one of her sweetest
smi