Between Mrs. Sedley and her daughter there was a sort of coolness about

this boy, and a secret jealousy--for 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 moment--and 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. I--I 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 House--which I never had when I was a girl--when 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

lady--says I'm a murderess. Ah, Mrs. Osborne! may YOU never nourish a

viper in your bosom, that's MY prayer."




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