Rawdon made her a tolerable annuity, and we may be sure that she was a

woman who could make a little money go a great way, as the saying is.

He would have paid his debts on leaving England, could he have got any

Insurance Office to take his life, but the climate of Coventry Island

was so bad that he could borrow no money on the strength of his salary.

He remitted, however, to his brother punctually, and wrote to his

little boy regularly every mail. He kept Macmurdo in cigars and sent

over quantities of shells, cayenne pepper, hot pickles, guava jelly,

and colonial produce to Lady Jane. He sent his brother home the Swamp

Town Gazette, in which the new Governor was praised with immense

enthusiasm; whereas the Swamp Town Sentinel, whose wife was not asked

to Government House, declared that his Excellency was a tyrant,

compared to whom Nero was an enlightened philanthropist. Little Rawdon

used to like to get the papers and read about his Excellency.

His mother never made any movement to see the child. He went home to

his aunt for Sundays and holidays; he soon knew every bird's nest about

Queen's Crawley, and rode out with Sir Huddlestone's hounds, which he

admired so on his first well-remembered visit to Hampshire.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024