Another  day  (it  waa  Bryan's  birth-
day) we  were  giving  a  ^rand  ball
and  gala  at  Ilackton,  and  it  was  time
for  my  little  Bryan  to  make  his  ap-
pearance among  us,  as  he  usually  md
m  the  smartest  Uttle  court-suit  yon
ever  saw  (ah,  me  I  but  it  brings  tears
into  my  old  eyes  now  to  think  of  the
brightlooks  of  that  darhof^  Uttle  face) ;
there  was  a  great  crowdmg  and  tit-
tering when  the  child  came  in,  led
by  hia  half-brother,  who  walked  into
the  dancing-room  (would  you  believe
itP^  ID  his  stocking  feet,  lesding
little  Bryan  by  the  nand,  paddling
about  in  the  great  shoes  of  the  elderl
"  Don't  Tou  think  he  fits  my  shoes
very  well.  Sir  Bichard  Wargrave  P"
says  the  young  reprobate ;  upon
which  the  companv  b(^n  to  look
at  each  other  and  to  titter,  and
his  mother  coming  up  to  Lord  Bal-
lingdon  ^vith  great  dignity,  seized
the  child  to  her  breast,  and  said,
"  From  the  manner  in  which  I  love
this  child,  my  lord,  you  ought  to
know  how  I  would  have  loved  his
eider  brother,  had  he  proved  worthv
of  any  raotber's  afiecttonl"  and,
bursting  into  tears,  Lady  Lyndon  left
the  apartment,  and  the  young  lord
rather  discomfited  for  once.
