I dread your coming to the Abbey.--We that are here already, shall only, then, appear like pismires:--but let me caution my friend not to think his head will touch the clouds. What man can bear to be twice disinherited?--Mr. Morgan's estate, which the other day I was solely to possess, is now to devolve on the Honourable George Molesworth.--_But mark me_:--As I have been disinherited for you,--_you_ as certainly will be disinherited for Lord Darcey. See what a man of consequence I am.--Does Captain Risby say _this?_--Does Captain Risby say _that?_--Does Captain Risby think well of it? Expect, George, to behold me push'd into perferment against my will;--all great people _say_ so, you know;--expect to behold me preside as governor of this castle.--Let me enjoy it then,--let me plume myself beneath the sun-beam. If to witness the honours with I am surrounded, is insufficient to fill your expanded heart;--if it looks out for a warmer gratification; you shall see, you shall hear, the exulting parents?--you shall see Mr. Morgan revers'd;--Mr. Watson restor'd to _more_ than sight--the steward and his family worthy every _honour_ they receive from this _honourable house_. I hear my _shadow_.--Strange, indeed! to hear _shadows_;--but more so to hear them swear.--Ha! ha! ha!--Ha! ha! ha!--I cannot speak to it for laughing.--Coming, Sir!--coming, Mr. Morgan!--Now is he cursing me in every corner of the house;--I suppose dinner is on the table. This moment return'd from regaling myself with the happy family:--I mean Sir James and Lady Powis, with their joyful inmates.--Mr. and Mrs. Powis are set out for London.--As an addition to their felicity, Lady Powis had a letter from her grand-daughter the instant they were stepping into the chaise. For one hour I am at your command:--take, then, the particulars which I was incapable of giving you by John.-- I was sitting in the library-window, talking to Mr. Watson; the Ladies, Sir James, and Mr. Morgan, in the dressing-room, when I saw John riding down the great road a full gallop.--At first I thought Lord Darcey had been dead; then, again, consider'd his faithful servant would not have come post with the news:--however, I had not patience to go through the house, but lifting up a sash, jump'd out before he could reach the stable yard.--Without speaking, I enquired of his face what tidings; and was answer'd by a broad grin. I had nothing to fear from his message. Well, John, said I, running up to him,--how is your Lord? how is Mr. Molesworth?-- Better, I thank God, Sir;--better, I thank God! With that he turned his horse, and was riding across the lawn.-- Zounds, John, where are you going?--where are you going? Follow me, Sir;--follow me (setting up a brisk trot). If you kill me, I dare not deliver letter or message before we are at a distance from the Abbey. I thought him mad, but kept on by the side of his horse 'till we came to the gate of a meadow, where he dismounted.