Vivian Grey

tude of the most affectionate of mothers, and the care of the most attentive of nurses, did their best to in

velop itself, and Vivian not only would brush his hair straight and rebel against his nurse, but actually insisted upon being — breeched! At this crisis it was discovered that he had been spoiled, and it was determ

o the morals and the linen; terms moderate: 100 guineas per annum, for all under six years of age, and few extras, only for fencing, pure milk, and the guitar. Mrs. Metcalfe has both her boys there, and she says their progress is astonishing! Percy Metcalfe, she assures me, was quite as backwar

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know, about these matters;” and Mr. Grey refreshed him

ortune which, though limited in its duration, was still a great thing for a young lounger about town, not only with no profession, but with a mind unfitted for every species of business. Grey, to the astonishment of his former friend

urse between father and son was, of course, extremely limited; for Vivian was, as yet, the mother’s child; Mr. Grey’s parental duties being confined to giving

school, mamma,”

d boys go to school;” and in the plenitude of a mothe

mamma; the boys will laugh

hild that?” monologised mamma,

nd the boys called him girl. Papa! give me some m