CHAPTER XX.

"Thy fame, like the growing tree of the vale,

Shall arise in its season, and thy deeds

Shine like those of thy fathers. But go not

Yet to the bloody strife; for thy young arm

scarce can draw the heavy sword of Artho,

Or lift Temora's spear."

"The blue arms of the lovely boy

Invest him, as grey clouds the rising sun."

Lord L. remembered, and even experienced, something of a consolatory

feeling, in faithfully performing the promise which, within the first

happy year of his marriage, he had made to his beloved wife, and which

had seemed to give her so much pleasure: we mean that which respected

placing and advancing Edmund in the navy. His lordship accordingly

wrote from abroad to his friend, Lord Fitz Ullin, and Edmund, at the

age of twelve, was received into the naval college at Portsmouth.

This was, no doubt, a very wise and proper arrangement; yet there

were those to whom it caused infinite grief: we speak of the twins,

who, though they had never been expressly told that Edmund was their

brother, had learned to love him as such; and whether they really

thought he was so, or never thought about the matter, were in the

habit, in all their little plays and pastimes, of calling him brother

Edmund, and fancying that nothing could be done without him.

His vacations, however, were all spent at Lodore House, and were

joyful in proportion to the sorrows of parting. On the first of those

memorable occasions, Mrs. Montgomery absolutely wept over him; Frances

frolicked round him, as if obliged to exhaust herself by fatigue, to

moderate her transports; while little Julia stood silently, and with a

pensive expression, quite close to him; and when, after performing any

extraordinary new feat for the amusement of Frances, he would stoop,

and ask of his little favourite what he should do for her, she would

answer, with a glow of enthusiasm, "Stay always with me!"

He generally brought some tasks home, which were to be learned before

his return to college. When he sat at these, Frances would fidget

round the table, in visible discontent--stop straight opposite to him,

put her head on one side, watch to meet his eye, and make him laugh;

failing in this, try to play alone; and finding this also dreadfully

stupid, return to the charge; while Julia would get on a part of

his chair, hold his hand and remain perfectly still, till the hand

was borrowed to turn over a leaf, when she would follow it with an

appealing look, which look, being repaid by a fond caress, she would

retake the hand, and sit again as motionless as before. At length,

poor Lady Frances, infected by the dullness of her companions, would

sometimes bring a chair on the other side, and insist on having the

other hand, which would reduce Edmund to the necessity of fastening his

book open on the table with another book; after which arrangement, we

must confess, that, however unjust the proceeding, and notwithstanding

the remonstrances of the injured party, it was always the hand which

Frances held, which was borrowed to turn over leaves, &c. &c.

But there was something in little Julia's enthusiastic manner of

showing attachment, which won upon the affections in an extraordinary

degree, and made her almost unjustly the favourite; poor Frances,

considering her lively temper, loved brother Edmund full as well, in

her own way.

Thus passed two years; and at fourteen, Edmund was appointed to the

same ship on board which Henry then happened to be. The vessel was

ready for sea, and going on a foreign station, on which it was to

remain for three years. Our hero, after joining, obtained a few days'

leave, that he might pay a farewell visit to Lodore. Arrived at the

last stage of his journey, he stopped at the little inn, and put on his

midshipman's dress, which he had brought with him, from a boyish wish

to surprise his two little sisters, as he called the twins, now about

seven years old. Accordingly, he entered the domestic circle fully

equipped, and produced, at least, as great a sensation as his beating

heart, while jumping out of the carriage, and hastening across the

lawn, had anticipated.

As soon as the first clamorous joy of meeting, as well as the first

public examination of every part of his dress was over, Frances

possessed herself of his cocked-hat, dirk, and belt, and began arraying

herself in the spoils. While Mrs. Montgomery, drawing him near her

chair, began to question him as to how long he could now remain with

them, and when he thought he should be able to return. Little Julia

stood close at the other side of her grandmother, her eyes raised, and

passing from one countenance to the other, watching every word. When

Edmund answering, that he must leave them early in the morning, and

that it would be, at least, three years before he could hope to see

them again.

"Three years!" exclaimed Julia, turning as red as crimson for one

moment, and the next as pale as death! Edmund took her on his knee,

kissed her little forehead, and remonstrated fondly. At length, showers

of tears came to her relief; and amid reiterated sobs, she articulated,

in broken accents, "No! I cannot bear the thoughts of summer coming

three times without Edmund! Oh! I'll hate summer, that I used to love

so much!"

"But, Julia! my darling Julia!" said Edmund, "why should you hate

summer? You know, I must be far away in the winter also."

"Then I must only hate winter too!" said Julia, as well as her

continued sobs would permit; "but you used to come back in the summer."

Meanwhile, the little Lady Frances, quite unconscious of the tragic

scene, was standing before a large mirror, at the far end of the

room, contemplating her tiny form, surmounted by the cocked-hat, tried

on in all the varieties of fore and aft, athwart ships, &c. &c. Now,

perfectly satisfied with her own appearance, she advanced on tip-toe,

that her height, as well as her dress, might, as much as possible,

resemble Edmund's. But perceiving Julia's tears, and being informed of

their cause, she flung away hat and dirk, and threw herself into her

sister's arms, and joined in her sobs--with a violence proportioned to

the sudden transition of her feelings. Nothing could console the little

girls, and it being late in the evening, they were obliged to be sent

to bed; to which measure, after some demurring, and many last words,

they consented, for the purpose of being up very early, as they could

not think of an over-night farewell. Locked in each other's arms, and

planning to stay awake all night, lest they should not be called in

time, they cried themselves to sleep; and, alas! ere their eyes started

open in the morning, early as that was, the unconscious cheek of each

had received Edmund's parting kiss, and he was already some way on his

journey.

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