In the meanwhile the business of life and living, and the pursuits of

pleasure, especially, went on as if no end were to be expected to them,

and no enemy in front. When our travellers arrived at Brussels, in

which their regiment was quartered, a great piece of good fortune, as

all said, they found themselves in one of the gayest and most brilliant

little capitals in Europe, and where all the Vanity Fair booths were

laid out with the most tempting liveliness and splendour. Gambling was

here in profusion, and dancing in plenty: feasting was there to fill

with delight that great gourmand of a Jos: there was a theatre where a

miraculous Catalani was delighting all hearers: beautiful rides, all

enlivened with martial splendour; a rare old city, with strange

costumes and wonderful architecture, to delight the eyes of little

Amelia, who had never before seen a foreign country, and fill her with

charming surprises: so that now and for a few weeks' space in a fine

handsome lodging, whereof the expenses were borne by Jos and Osborne,

who was flush of money and full of kind attentions to his wife--for

about a fortnight, I say, during which her honeymoon ended, Mrs. Amelia

was as pleased and happy as any little bride out of England.

Every day during this happy time there was novelty and amusement for

all parties. There was a church to see, or a picture-gallery--there

was a ride, or an opera. The bands of the regiments were making music

at all hours. The greatest folks of England walked in the Park--there

was a perpetual military festival. George, taking out his wife to a

new jaunt or junket every night, was quite pleased with himself as

usual, and swore he was becoming quite a domestic character. And a

jaunt or a junket with HIM! Was it not enough to set this little heart

beating with joy? Her letters home to her mother were filled with

delight and gratitude at this season. Her husband bade her buy laces,

millinery, jewels, and gimcracks of all sorts. Oh, he was the kindest,

best, and most generous of men!

The sight of the very great company of lords and ladies and fashionable

persons who thronged the town, and appeared in every public place,

filled George's truly British soul with intense delight. They flung

off that happy frigidity and insolence of demeanour which occasionally

characterises the great at home, and appearing in numberless public

places, condescended to mingle with the rest of the company whom they

met there. One night at a party given by the general of the division

to which George's regiment belonged, he had the honour of dancing with

Lady Blanche Thistlewood, Lord Bareacres' daughter; he bustled for ices

and refreshments for the two noble ladies; he pushed and squeezed for

Lady Bareacres' carriage; he bragged about the Countess when he got

home, in a way which his own father could not have surpassed. He

called upon the ladies the next day; he rode by their side in the Park;

he asked their party to a great dinner at a restaurateur's, and was

quite wild with exultation when they agreed to come. Old Bareacres,

who had not much pride and a large appetite, would go for a dinner

anywhere.




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