d and
father-in-law, leaving the poor old uncle very sad. Our women said,
I know not why, that little Rosey had no heart at all. Women are
accustomed to give such opinions respecting the wives of their newly
married friends. I am bound to add (and I do so during Mr. Clive
Newcome's absence from England, otherwise I should not like to venture
upon the statement), that some men concur with the ladies' opinion
of Mrs. Clive. For instance, Captains Goby and Hoby declare that her
treatment of the latter, her encouragement, and desertion of him when
Clive made his proposals, were shameful.

At this time Rosey was in a pupillary state. A good, obedient little
girl, her duty was to obey the wishes of her dear mamma. How show her
sense of virtue and obedience better than by promptly and cheerfully
obeying mamma, and at the orders of that experienced Campaigner, giving
up Bobby Hoby, and going to England to a fine house, to be presented at
Court, to have all sorts of pleasure with a handsome young husband and a
kind father-in-law by her side? No wonder Rosey was not in a very active
state of grief at parting from Uncle James. He strove to console himself
with these considerations when he had returned to the empty house, where
she had danced, and smiled, and warbled; and he looked at the chair she
sat in; and at the great mirror which had so often reflected her fresh
pretty face;--the great callous mirror, which now only framed upon its
shining sheet the turban, and the ringlets, and the plump person, and
the resolute smile of the old Campaigner.

After that parting with her uncle at the Brussels railway, Rosey never
again beheld him. He passed into the Campaigner's keeping, from which
alone he was rescued by the summons of pallid death. He met that
summons like a philosopher; rejected rather testily all the mortuary
consolations which his nephew-in-law, Josey's husband, thought proper
to bring to his bedside; and uttered opinions which scandalised that
divine. But as he left Mrs. M'Craw only 500 pounds, thrice that sum to
his sister, and the remainder of his property to his beloved niece,
Rosa Mackenzie, now Rosa Newcome, let us trust that Mr. M'Craw, hurt
and angry at the ill-favour shown to his wife, his third young wife, his
best-beloved Josey, at the impatience with which the deceased had always
received his, Mr. M'Craw's, own sermons;--let us hope, I say, that the
reverend gentleman was mistaken in his views respecting the