The Express.
London, England, 1857-10-31 00:00:00

LONDON, SATURDAY EVENING, OCTOBER, 81, 1857.

THZ VIRGINIA' IN =GLAND..

poritiand spin Hwy %mingles sod his Mother had
nomr the Eaglieham tad
aka determined upon the
at
mule which span salving
Home. All =as who Imo the chi emery
—end what gently-nertured rain or worn of .10-Satan
race does not f —have me this reheated their lagit travels
and risited In fancy the spots with whisk their kayos, their
parents' fond stories, their friends' deocriptione, Mee ren-
dered them familiar. There are few things to me more sleet-
ing in the history of the quarrel which divided the two
great nations than the recurrence of that word Home,. mod
by the younger toeail' the elder country. Hurry Waning-
ton had bi, chart laid out. Before Lmdaa, and he *Mem
temples of St. Paul'. and St. Peter'', Ito grim Tower, when
the braes end loyal had shod their blood, from Wellies down
to B*lmerino and Kilmareock, pitied by mule Isestre;—
before the awful window of Whitehall, whence the martyr
Charles had ißlrend, to kneel ante more, and then maned to
Heaven; before playhouse*, parks, and palaces, wondrous
renew of wit, pleasure, and splendour ; before. Shakepearefe
Raging-place under the tali spire wh ch nem by Avon,
midi* the sweet Werwickehire camera ; before Derby, and
Falkirk, and Culloden, where the cameo( honour and loyalty
had fallen, it might be to rise no more —before all them
points of their pilgrimage there was me which the young
Virginian Mothers held even morn sacred, and that was the
hooks of their family—that old Castlewood in Hampshire,
about which their parents had talked so fondly. Frees
Bristol to Bath, from Bath to Salisbury, to Winchester, to
Heiton, to How; they knew the way, and had mapped the
joarucy manriodamany a time.
We must our American traveller to be a handiness
liellow snit of sables only made him look the
more The plump landlady from her bar, sew-
, modal by lw 'ebbs and punch-bowls, and stout glided
batiks of straw waters, end glittering rows el silver degans,
looked kindly eta the yasng gentlemenes he peenolthroont
the inn-hell from his sod the obeTV.6hant-
beelike bowed him up Maim to the Remo, the The
trim chambermaid dropped be bete issy for he, sad
Oumbo, in the inn hitches, whim the townsfolk drank their
mug of ale by the greet fire, beegged of his young master's
eptendhl house in Virspnia, and of the issmenee wealth to
which be was heir. The pee►,t-theise whirled the traveller
through the moat delightful menery hie eyes hod ever
lighted on. If English Undo:ape is pigment to
the American of the present day, who meet needs
entreat the rich wood' and glowing Features, and Seta-
Teague ancient villages of the old country with the ma&
aspect of his own, how much pleasanter mast Harry War-
rington's MOM hare been. whom journeys had lain thieve*
swamps and forest solitudes from one Virginian ordinary to
another log-honso at the end of the day's route, end who
now lighted soddenly upon the busy, happy, splendid scene
of English 'isomer ? And the high road, a hundred main
ago, was not that gram-grown desert of the presort time.
It was alive with constant travel and traffic the country
towns and inns swarmed with life and gamy.
The ponderous waggon, with its belle end plodding
team; the light poet-coach that achieved the jimmy frill
the White Hart, Salisbury, to the Swan with Two Nooks,
London, in two days; the strings of pack-horses that had
not yet left the road ; my lord's gilt poet-chaise and six,
with the ou'riders galloping on a head ; the country mniree
great coach and heavy Flanders mares; the fanners trotting
to market, or the person jolting to the cathedral town on
Dumpling, his wife behind on the pillion—all these crowding
sights and brisk people greeted the young traueller on hi.
summer journey. Hodge, the farmer's boy, took off hie bat,
and Polly, the milk maid, bobbed a curacy, as the chaise
whirled over the pleasant village-green,and the white-headed
children lifted their chubby faces and &mod. The church
spires glistened with gold, the cottage-gables glared in sun.
chine, the great elms murmured in summer, or cast purple
shadow, over the gime. Young Warrington never bed
such • glorious day, or trammed a SOON so delightful. To
be nineteen years of age, with high health, high eprite, and
a full puree, to be making your first journey, and roiling
through the country in a poet-.hales at size miles an hour
—O happy yAuthi almost it cakes one young to think of
bin But Harry was too eager to give more then a pass-
ing glance at the Abbey at Bath, or gaze with more than a
moment's wonder at the mighty minster at Salisbury. Until
be beheld Bow it mama to him he had no eyes for any
other place.
•

COLONEL I.I3XONVII ORANDSON AT THE 110 U OF Ul5

The fort set before tli;r:aTirtetT: Baroness, was a very
good one, end her ladyship enjoyed it. Ths supper occupied
an hour or two, during which the rebel. Castlewoodtmuill
were most attentive to their guest. The Counties r
all the good dishes upon her, of which she freely partook
the butler no sooner saw her glass empty than he tilled it
with champagne; the young folks and their mother kept
imp the ccaveramion, not PO much by talking , as by listen-
log appropriately to their Mend. She mu full of spirits and
humour. She wined to know everybody In Europe, and
about those rearybodies the wickedest stories. The Counter
of Castlewood, ordinarily • very demure, severe WOMB, and
stickler for the proprieties, smiled at the very worst of these
antedates the girls looked at one soother end laughed at
the matruel signal; the boys giggled and roared with
eepeelidistiglit at their sister's confusion. They also par-
took freely oldie wine which the bailer handed round,nor did
they, or their guest, disdain the bowl of smoking punch, which
was laid on the table after the sapper. Xsny and many a
night, the Baroness said, she had drunk at that table by
her titres side. That was his place," she pointed to
the place where the Counter sow at. Ma saw wee of
the old plate. That was all malted to pay his gambling
debts. She hoped, Young genders', that you don t play.
" Never, on my wont," says Castlewood.
"Never, 'pun honour," says Will—winking at hiebratber
The Berries wee very glad to bear they were math grid
boys. Her fees grew redder with the punch ; and she
became voluble, might have been thought Name, but that
time. win diffresit, and those critic* were relined to be
froamble. • • • •
entf7 should Lady Castlewood pat ban& out of the way
to welcome the yoaeg &sager ? BMW* be was him&
Leaf Only a iinpifias coal ow Wailes mob a reams as

that. People of feehion, like her ladyship, ire friendly to
those who ham plenty of hien& A poor led, ahma, from a
distant country, with only very moderate means, and theme
not se yet In hie own power, with uncouth maser' very
and cane Tindal habits ; was a great lady celled
opus b pat Durrett out of the way for such a youth P dikes
dace! He wee quite se well at the ale-house as et the
cattle.
. .

This, no doubti=herßsla=p's opinion, width her
lunaworesn, the wholnew ha perfectly
wail, entirety enelmetood. The Sooner, too, was a wawa
of the world, and possibly, on °motion, could be as oafish as
any other amen °Mahlon. She fully understood the came
of the deference which all the Cestlarood family showed to
her—mother, end daughter, and ems--and baths a ware
of great humour, placed upon the dispositions of the verfons
members of this dead,, amused banal with their gem&
lasses, their hums, their artless reelect for bar money
box, and clinging attachment to her puree. They were not
rosy rich ; Lady Castlewood's own money was Nettled on her
chfliren. The two elder had inherited nothing but flaxen
beads from their Germ= mother, and a pedigree of pro-
digious &enaction. But those who had money, and those
who had nom, were alike eager for the Baroness's ;—la this
matter the rich an surely quite as greedy a the poor.
So if Modem Bernstein struck her hand on the table, and
caused the gleam and the persons round it to tremble at her
wrath, it wee boraces she was excited with plenty of punch
and champagne, which her ladyship was I. the haNt of
taking freely, end because ass may bare had a generous im-
pala when generous wine warmed her blood, and felt in-
dignant as she thought of the poor led yonder, gifting friend-
less and lonely on the °aside of his ancestors' door; not
because she was specially encvii.eith her relatives, who she
knew would at precisely se had done.
The exhibition of their eel and humiliation silks
annued her, es did Casthwood's get of mat. Me was as
geld& as the net of the family, but not so mesa ; and, as he
candidly mated, be could afford the luxury of a little hide-
pendenoe having a tolerable estate to fall bath upon.
Madan; Bernstein was an early woman, realms, resolute,
earsordinerily active for her age. She was up long before
the languid Castlewood ladies (just home from their Loudon
routs and balls) had quitted their feather-beds, or jolly Will
had slept of his various potations of punch. She wee up, and
Eliethe MIMI terraces that sparkled with the sweet morn •
, which lay twinkling, a,W, on a flowery wilderness of
parterres, and on the rasp walls of the dark box hedges,
under sehlob marble fauna sad dryads were cooling them-
Nl= a thousand birds sang, the fountains plashed
and In the rosy morning anshine, and the rooks
ca from the great wood.
Had the well-remembered some (for she had Tinted it
often la childhood) a freshmen and charm for her? Did ft
reel days of innocience and happiness, and did its alai
beauty moths co piss" or awaken remora in her heart
Her imam weshearethin cedinartly affectionate and goals,
when, ether pedals the walks for a half-hour, the
penal dre whom she was welting came to her. This was
our yaw Vbgbdea, to whom ate had dagetched an mrk
billet by or dike Lockwood". Tbe note wee
Bessettia, and thibneed Mr. Faseend Warrington are hi;
Waives r Castheemed, aid smears them • dear friend of his
=Awe meat sasime athet be should come to "Cod.
imee la Ingisied." And now, accordingly the lad
made his appearance, pram under the old Gothic doorway,
nipping down the steps from one
_garden terrace to another,
bat be heat, hie hir bar blowing from his lastedt:basks, his
Wm
lime alai in motaislag. The bandaans sad modest
looks, the comfy leas sad person, of the young lad pleased
the Lay. He male bee a low bow which would hare done
meet to Vara& She held out a lithe hand to him, and,
se hie own paha dosed over tt, she Mkt the other bead softly
en his rale. Elbe looked very Madly end anatheately to
dm bore Wade( face.
"I knew year greed/Mbar vary well, Harry," she said.
"Bo you came rthy to see his picture, and they turned
yen sway, you gh- yea bar the hones was his of right r.
Nary bathed wiry red. "The servants did not know
ma. • young gentleman came to me last night," be said,
" vim I was peevish, and he, I fear, woe tipsy. I spoke
ruddy to my calla, and would ask his pardon. Your lady-
ship Imam that in Virginia our manners towards strangers
are different. I own I had expected another kind of wet-
Oath Wag It you, madam, who amt my cousin to me last
sight P"
I gent him ; but you will find your cousins most friendly
to yen to-day. You most stay hare. Lord Castlewood
would baseborn with you this morning, only I was so eager
to see you. Than will be breakfast in an hoar; sad
meassime you must talk to me. We will and to the
Three Pales kir your servant and your baggage. Give ma
your um. Beep, I dropped my cane when you came. You
shall be my one.
"My grandfather sued to cal us his crutches," mid
Reny.
" Tea ere lila hies, though you are far."
" Ton shield thee stem—yea should have seen George"
mid the bey, rad his besad eyes welled with tam. The
recollection of his brother, thebitter pain of yesterday's hu-
miliation, the affectionateness of the present greeting--all
perhaps, contributed to soften the lad's heart. He felt very
tenderly and gnWfully towards the lady who bad received
him so y. He was utterly alone and miserable a
minute sines, end here was a home and kind hand had
out to him. No wonder he clung to It. In the
boor during which they talked together, the young
fellow had poured out a greet deal of his honest beset to the
kind new-found fried; when the dial told breakfast-time,
he wondered to think how much he had told her. She took
him to the bralifest-room; she pre:anted him to his aunt,
the Countess, end bade hire imbrue his coquina Lad
Cane...rood was frank and gracious enough. Hemet Will
had a headache, but was utterly unconscious of the proofed-
Eoyl the past night. n• ladies war very piement and
le, as ladies of their fashion know bow to be How should
Warrington, a simple troth-telling lad from a distant
Way, who bad only yesterday put his foot upon English
shore, know that my Idles, so millet sad easy is denies-
ral•lgibeamfofiothamaditatilted, striodres:tda the
him favour with
She wife& of lam, talked of no one elm, same noticed
the Cestleated rang people, trotted with him over the
hours, tad teld bin all its story, showed him the little room
is the ometysed whin his gesndfather used to sleep, and •
analog cumbered over the fire-place which hell been made
in the Gas at the catholic persecutions; drove out with him
la the neighbouring country, and pointed out to him the
most nenarkable sites sad houses, and had in return the
whole of the young man's story.
The baroness is no other than

NEATRIX ZSMOND.
Their talk took place In the weinscoted PROM? where the
family had taken their mods in military ix at least two,
turies past, and which, es we have said, wee hung with por-
traits of the race. Over Madam Bernstein's great chair was
a Huai; one of the most brilliant pictures of the pllery,
ispementlng a young lady of three or four and twenty, in
the essy Sowing drese and loose robes of Queen Anne's
thee—a hand cs a cushion near her, a quantity of auburn
kadde,mted oS a fair forehead, end Sow. over pearly
and a lovely neck. Under this sprighll7 picture
the lady sate with her knitting-needles.
When Harry asked, " Are you my come* too r she mid,
"That picture is by Sir Godfrey, who thought bbneeif the
greatest painter in the world. But be was not so good as
Lely who painted your grandmother—ray—my LadyCastie-
wood, Colonel Earnond's wife ; nor he so good as Sir Anthony
Van Dyck, who painted your great-grandfather, yonder—
and who looks, Harry, ri much finer gentleman than he was.
SOMs of us are painted blacker than we are. Did you re-
cognise your grandmotherin that picture? She had the
kivoliat fair hair and shape of any woman of her time."
" I fancied I knew the portrait from instinct, perhaps, and
a certain likeness to my mother."
" Did Mrs. Warrington—l beg her pardon. I think she
call, herself Madam or my Lady Esmond now ?'
"They call my mother so in our province," said the boy,
"Did she never tell you of another daughter her mother
had in England, before she married your grandfather r
" She never spoke of one."
" Nor your grandfather ?"
" Never. Sot in his picture-books, which he constantly
made for on children, he need to draws head very like that
above your ladyship. That, and Viscount Francis, and
King Jame 111., he drew a score of times, I am sure."
' And the picture over me reminds you of no one,
Harry?
0 No, Weld."
" Alt! Here Is a sermon! " says the lady, with a Met.
" Harry, that was my face 01:100-3,0, it win—and then I
was called Beath: Esmond. And your mother is my half-
sister, child, and she has never even mentioned my name!"
A characteristic bit is the brief sketch of the
old

TSVOND.II.TVNTItAT

At length the tio;;;;;;rienMr. Becloud was to have
does with the affairs of life, and he laid theta down aa if glad
to le rid of their burthen. We mine not ring to an
opening history with tolling belle, or preface It with a funeral
sermon. All who read and heard that disoonne, wondered
who Panes Broadbent of J amertown found the eloquence
and the Ude which adorned it. Perhaps Mr. Dempster
knew, the begs Boob* tutor, who oorreotei the proob of
the made% white was printed, by desire of his Excellency
mad erg mese of &moor, at Mr. Franklin's press in
No each sumptuous funeral had ever been emu
in the °entry se that which Madam Esmond Werringtost or-
dained for Iww haw, who would hare been the first to mile
at that pit The little lade of Castlewood, Amore
mnothered Mesh it and hatbands, headed the pro-
0111140M, and were Seamed by my Lord Fairfax front Oran-
way Court, by No Istalkaay the Governor of Virginia (with
his esech), by the lowellebw the Cams, the lassrferam, the
Weitigkinumall men 7 mews, for the whole waft esteem&
the defeetel polionekwhose redeem, whose WIWI.=
whew bervelosse owl swebtruive =Weft W
for Woe the jut teepee et lie wohlebours. tidied
at lbw meek She &aft al Miami Smuts sispas, the
Tad Orthweal et Iteapelthe to Leak aka to he at
*edam. of the made deb whit& remedat the rev
ad Aare of la • =seat sad he deleod ; sad
eta due am of the agavaat wee at up.
alatither the eras red mad et the iththader thilethd

by a little chubby group of weeping cherubs, and reciting
an epitaph which for one did not tell any fahaboode.
The careful reader will not overlook a pelage of
rich promise which mourn in the thirtieth page,
wherein it is said, with regard to Madame Esmond,
that " her young friend and neighbour, Mr.
Washington, of Mount Vernon, could not convince
her," &c., from which, and from a similar allusion
a little further on, it is not unfair to expect that
the great hero of American independence will often
appear m the history of " The Virginians."