porter；　and；　indeed；　in　their　first　Sunday　walks　was
  disposed　to　spoil　little　Georgy；　sadly　gorging　the　boy　with
  apples　and　parliament；　to　the　detriment　of　his　health
  until　Amelia　declared　that　George　should　never　go　out
  with　his　grandpapa　unless　the　latter　promised　solemnly；
  and　on　his　honour；　not　to　give　the　child　any　cakes；
  lollipops；　or　stall　produce　whatever。
  Between　Mrs。　Sedley　and　her　daughter　there　was　a　sort
  of　coolness　about　this　boy；　and　a　secret　jealousyfor
  one　evening　in　George's　very　early　days；　Amelia；　who
  had　been　seated　at　work　in　their　little　parlour　scarcely
  remarking　that　the　old　lady　had　quitted　the　room；　ran
  upstairs　instinctively　to　the　nursery　at　the　cries　of　the
  child；　who　had　been　asleep　until　that　momentand
  there　found　Mrs。　Sedley　in　the　act　of　surreptitiously
  administering　Daffy's　Elixir　to　the　infant。　　Amelia；　the
  gentlest　and　sweetest　of　everyday　mortals；　when　she
  found　this　meddling　with　her　maternal　authority；　thrilled
  and　trembled　all　over　with　anger。　　Her　cheeks；　ordinarily
  pale；　now　flushed　up；　until　they　were　as　red　as　they　used
  to　be　when　she　was　a　child　of　twelve　years　old。　　She
  seized　the　baby　out　of　her　mother's　arms　and　then
  grasped　at　the　bottle；　leaving　the　old　lady　gaping　at　her；
  furious；　and　holding　the　guilty　tea…spoon。
  Amelia　flung　the　bottle　crashing　into　the　fire…place。
  〃I　will　NOT　have　baby　poisoned；　Mamma；〃　cried　Emmy；
  rocking　the　infant　about　violently　with　both　her　arms
  round　him　and　turning　with　flashing　eyes　at　her　mother。
  〃Poisoned；　Amelia！〃　said　the　old　lady；　〃this　language
  to　me？〃
  〃He　shall　not　have　any　medicine　but　that　which　Mr。
  Pestler　sends　for　hi　n。　　He　told　me　that　Daffy's　Elixir　was
  poison。〃
  〃Very　good：　　you　think　I'm　a　murderess　then；〃　replied
  Mrs。　Sedley。　　〃This　is　the　language　you　use　to　your　mother。
  I　have　met　with　misfortunes：　　I　have　sunk　low　in　life：　　I
  have　kept　my　carriage；　and　now　walk　on　foot：　　but　I　did
  not　know　I　was　a　murderess　before；　and　thank　you　for　the
  NEWS。〃
  〃Mamma；〃　said　the　poor　girl；　who　was　always　ready　for
  tears〃you　shouldn't　be　hard　upon　me。　　II　didn't　mean
  I　mean；　I　did　not　wish　to　say　you　would　to　any
  wrong　to　this　dear　child；　only〃
  〃Oh；　no；　my　love；only　that　I　was　a　murderess；　in
  which　case　I　had　better　go　to　the　Old　Bailey。　　Though　I
  didn't　poison　YOU；　when　you　were　a　child；　but　gave　you
  the　best　of　education　and　the　most　expensive　masters
  money　could　procure。　　Yes；　I've　nursed　five　children　and
  buried　three；　and　the　one　I　loved　the　best　of　all；　and
  tended　through　croup；　and　teething；　and　measles；　and
  hooping…cough；　and　brought　up　with　foreign　masters；
  regardless　of　expense；　and　with　accomplishments　at　Minerva
  Housewhich　I　never　had　when　I　was　a　girlwhen　I　was
  too　glad　to　honour　my　father　and　mother；　that　I　might
  live　long　in　the　land；　and　to　be　useful；　and　not　to　mope
  all　day　in　my　room　and　act　the　fine　ladysays　I'm　a
  murderess。　　Ah；　Mrs。　Osborne！　may　YOU　never　nourish　a
  viper　in　your　bosom；　that's　MY　prayer。〃
  〃Mamma；　Mamma！〃　cried　the　bewildered　girl；　and　the
  child　in　her　arms　set　up　a　frantic　chorus　of　shouts。
  〃A　murderess；　indeed！　　Go　down　on　your　knees　and
  pray　to　God　to　cleanse　your　wicked　ungrateful　heart；
  Amelia；　and　may　He　forgive　you　as　I　do。〃　And　Mrs。
  Sedley　tossed　out　of　the　room；　hissing　out　the　word
  poison　once　more；　and　so　ending　her　charitable
  benediction。
  Till　the　termination　of　her　natural　life；　this　breach
  between　Mrs。　Sedley　and　her　daughter　was　never　thoroughly
  mended。　　The　quarrel　gave　the　elder　lady　numberless
  advantages　which　she　did　not　fail　to　turn　to　account　with
  female　ingenuity　and　perseverance。　　For　instance；　she
  scarcely　spoke　to　Amelia　for　many　weeks　afterwards。
  She　warned　the　domestics　not　to　touch　the　child；　as　Mrs。
  Osborne　might　be　offended。　　She　asked　her　daughter　to
  see　and　satisfy　herself　that　there　was　no　poison　prepared
  in　the　little　daily　messes　that　were　concocted　for　Georgy。
  When　neighbours　asked　after　the　boy's　health；　she
  referred　them　pointedly　to　Mrs。　Osborne。　　SHE　never
  ventured　to　ask　whether　the　baby　was　well　or　not。　　SHE
  would　not　touch　the　child　although　he　was　her　grandson；
  and　own　precious　darling；　for　she　was　not　USED　to
  children；　and　might　kill　it。　　And　whenever　Mr。　Pestler　came
  upon　his　healing　inquisition；　she　received　the　doctor　with
  such　a　sarcastic　and　scornful　demeanour；　as　made　the
  surgeon　declare　that　not　Lady　Thistlewood　herself；　whom
  he　had　the　honour　of　attending　professionally；　could
  give　herself　greater　airs　than　old　Mrs。　Sedley；　from　whom
  he　never　took　a　fee。　　And　very　likely　Emmy　was　jealous
  too；　upon　her　own　part；　as　what　mother　is　not；　of　those
  who　would　manage　her　children　for　her；　or　become
  candidates　for　the　first　place　in　their　affections。　　It　is　certain
  that　when　anybody　nursed　the　child；　she　was　uneasy；　and
  that　she　would　no　more　allow　Mrs。　Clapp　or　the
  domestic　to　dress　or　tend　him　than　she　would　have　let　them
  wash　her　husband's　miniature　which　hung　up　over　her
  little　bedthe　same　little　bed　from　which　the　poor　girl
  had　gone　to　his；　and　to　which　she　retired　now　for　many
  long；　silent；　tearful；　but　happy　years。
  In　this　room　was　all　Amelia's　heart　and　treasure。　　Here
  it　was　that　she　tended　her　boy　and　watched　him　through
  the　many　ills　of　childhood；　with　a　constant　passion　of
  love。　　The　elder　George　returned　in　him　somehow；　only
  improved；　and　as　if　come　back　from　heaven。　　In　a
  hundred　little　tones；　looks；　and　movements；　the　child　was
  so　like　his　father　that　the　widow's　heart　thrilled　as　she
  held　him　to　it；　and　he　would　often　ask　the　cause　of　her
  tears。　　It　was　because　of　his　likeness　to　his　father；　she
  did　not　scruple　to　tell　him。　　She　talked　constantly　to　him
  about　this　dead　father；　and　spoke　of　her　love　for　George
  to　the　innocent　and　wondering　child；　much　more　than　she
  ever　had　done　to　George　himself；　or　to　any　confidante　of
  her　youth。　　To　her　parents　she　never　talked　about　this
  matter；　shrinking　from　baring　her　heart　to　them。　　Little
  George　very　likely　could　understand　no　better　than　they；
  but　into　his　ears　she　poured　her　sentimental　secrets
  unreservedly；　and　into　his　only。　　The　very　joy　of　this
  woman　was　a　sort　of　grief；　or　so　tender；　at　least；　that
  its　expression　was　tears。　　Her　sensibilities　were　so　weak
  and　tremulous　that　perhaps　they　ought　not　to　be　talked
  about　in　a　book。　　I　was　told　by　Dr。　Pestler　（now　a　most
  flourishing　lady's　physician；　with　a　sumptuous　dark　green
  carriage；　a　prospect　of　speedy　knighthood；　and　a　house
  in　Manchester　Square）　that　her　grief　at　weaning　the　child
  was　a　sight　that　would　have　unmanned　a　Herod。　　He　was
  very　soft…hearted　many　years　ago；　and　his　wife　was
  mortally　jealous　of　Mrs。　Amelia；　then　and　long　afterwards。
  Perhaps　the　doctor's　lady　had　good　reason　for　her
  jealousy：　　most　women　shared　it；　of　those　who　formed　the
  small　circle　of　Amelia's　acquaintance；　and　were　quite
  angry　at　the　enthusiasm　with　which　the　other　sex　regarded
  her。　　For　almost　all　men　who　came　near　her　loved
  her；　though　no　doubt　they　would　be　at　a　loss　to　tell　you
  why。　　She　was　not　brilliant；　nor　witty；　nor　wise　over
  much；　nor　extraordinarily　handsome。　　But　wherever　she
  went　she　touched　and　charmed　every　one　of　the　male
  sex；　as　invariably　as　she　awakened　the　scorn　and
  incredulity　of　her　own　sisterhood。　　I　think　it　was　her
  weakness　which　was　her　principal　charma　kind　of　sweet
  submission　and　softness；　which　seemed　to　appeal　to
  each　man　she　met　for　his　sympathy　and　protection。　　We
  have　seen　how　in　the　regiment；　though　she　spoke　but　to
  few　of　George's　comrades　there；　all　the　swords　of　the
  young　fellows　at　the　mess…table　would　have　leapt　from
  their　scabbards　to　fight　round　her；　and　so　it　was　in
  the　little　narrow　lodging…house　and　circle　at　Fulham；　she
  interested　and　pleased　everybody。　　If　she　had　been　Mrs。
  Mango　herself；　of　the　great　house　of　Mango；　Plantain；
  and　Co。；　Crutched　Friars；　and　the　magnificent　proprietress
  of　the　Pineries；　Fulham；　who　gave　summer　dejeuners
  frequented　by　Dukes　and　Earls；　and　drove　about
  the　parish　with　magnificent　yellow　liveries　and　bay　horses；
  such　as　the　royal　stables　at　Kensington　themselves　could
  not　turn　outI　say　had　she　been　Mrs。　Mango　herself；　or
  her　son's　wife；　Lady　Mary　Mango　（daughter　of　the
  Earl　of　Castlemouldy；　who　condescended　to　marry　the
  head　of　the　firm）；　the　tradesmen　of　the　neighbourhood
  could　not　pay　her　more　honour　than　they　invariably
  showed　to　the　gentle　young　widow；　when　she　passed　by
  their　doors；　or　made　her　humble　purchases　at　their　shops。
  Thus　it　was　not　only　Mr。　Pestler；　the　medical　man；　but
  Mr。　Linton　the　young　assistant；　who　doctored　the　servant
  maids　and　small　tradesmen；　and　might　be　seen　any　day
  reading　the　Times　in　the　surgery；　who　openly　declared
  himself　the　slave　of　Mrs。　Osborne。　　He　was　a　personable
  young　gentleman；　more　welcome　at　Mrs。　Sedley's　lodgings
  than　his　principal；　and　if　anything　went　wrong　with
  Georgy；　he　would　drop　in　twice　or　thrice　in　the　day　to
  see　the　little　chap；　and　without　so　much　as　the　thought
  of　a　fee。　　He　would　abstract　lozenges；　tamarinds；　and
  other　produce　from　the　surgery…drawers　for　little
  Georgy's　benefit；　and　compounded　draughts　and　mixtures
  for　him　of　miraculous　sweetness；　so　that　it　was　quite　a
  pleasure　to　the　ch