Beauchamp's Career -- Volume 7

in reply to his request that she should furnish the latest particular

, Madame la Marquise de Rouaillout, with her brother, M. le Comte de Croisnel. Her husband, I hear from M. de Croisnel, dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage. I understand that she writ

ut in her eyes, like that of a veilleuse in the dawn. She looked at me without speaking, while her beautiful eyes

gh more accomplished, are colder and less plastic. But Miss Halkett is surpassingly beautiful, very amiable, very generous, a perfect friend. She is our country at its best. Probably

a nation of artists, and authorities in science and philosophy, by the time our coa

earth which is recognition of God: for if they cannot reconcile themselves to believe in extinction, to wh

orkmen the other day, he recommended patience to them as one of the virtues that count under wisdom. He is curiously impatient for knowledge. One of his reasons for not accepting Colonel Halkett's offer of his yacht is, that he will not be able to have books enough on board. Definite instead of vast and hazy duties are to be desired for him, I think. Most fervently I pray that he will obtain a ship and serve some years. At the risk of your accusing me of "sententious posing," I would say, that men who do not live in the present chiefly, but hamper themselves with giant tasks in excess of alarm for the future, however devoted and noble they may be-and he is an example of one that is-reduce themselves to the dimensions of pigmies; th

efforts to those of one perpetually practising at it: and this you are said to have called "The case of the Constitutional Realm and the extreme Radical." Else

ey Lespel have called, and Lord and Lady Croyston. Colonel Halkett, Miss Halkett, and Mr. Tuckham come frequently. Captain Beauchamp spoke to her yesterday of her marriage. 'Madame de R. leaves us to-morrow. Her brother is a delightful, gay- tempered,

y till she came to the name of Nevil, when she frowned. On the morrow

our, except that it may satisfy you, was the vainest of tasks. She marries a ruddy monsieur of a name that I forget, and of the bearing of a member of the gardes du corps, without the stature. Enfin, madame, I have done my duty, and do not regret it, since I may hope that it will win for me some approba

armed at her prospect. But Nevil must have a wife. I presume to think that he could not have chosen better. Above all, make him leave England for the Winter. Adieu, dear countess. Nevil promises me a visit after his marriage. I shall not set foot on England again: but you, should you ever come to our land of France, will find my heart open to you at the gates of undying

n love with Beauchamp: and the idea of a loveless marriage for him threw the mournfullest of Hecate's beams along the course

of the startling intelligence, and of the character of that Miss Denham

marquise tells you so, and she ought to know-he may as well marry a girl

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s mind through Beauchamp's career. 'And he escapes what Stukely calls his nation's scourge, in the shape of a statue turned out

me contrast it presented between Nevil's aim at the world and hit of a man: the immense deal thought of it by the earl, and the

f loving laughter: the last laughter