Walter had yet to learn, that the men most prodigal when they have nothing but expectations, are often most thrifty when they know the charms of absolute possession. Besides, Sir Peter had married a Scotch lady, and was blessed with eleven children! But was Sir Peter Hales much altered? Sir Peter Hales was exactly the same man in reality that he always had been. Once he was selfish in extravagance; he was now selfish in thrift. He had always pleased himself, and damned other people; that was exactly what he valued himself on doing now. But the most absurd thing about Sir Peter was, that while he was for ever extracting use from every one else, he was mightily afraid of being himself put to use. He was in parliament, and noted for never giving a frank out of his own family. Yet withal, Sir Peter Hales was still an agreeable fellow; nay, he was more liked and much more esteemed than ever. There is something conciliatory in a saving disposition; but people put themselves in a great passion when a man is too liberal with his own. It is an insult on their own prudence. "What right has he to be so extravagant? What an example to our servants!" But your close neighbour does not humble you. You love your close neighbour; you respect your close neighbour; you have your harmless jest against him--but he is a most respectable man. "A letter, Sir, and a parcel, from Sir Peter Hales," said the waiter, entering. The parcel was a bulky, angular, awkward packet of brown paper, sealed once and tied with the smallest possible quantity of string; it was addressed to Mr. James Holwell, Saddler,--Street,--The letter was to-- Lester Esq., and ran thus, written in a very neat, stiff, Italian character. "Dr Sr, "I trust you had no difficulty in findg ye Duke of Cumberland's Head, it is an excellent In. "I greatly regt yt you are unavoidy oblig'd to go on to Londn; for, otherwise I shd have had the sincerest please in seeing you here at dinr, introducing you to Ly Hales. Anothr time I trust we may be more fortunate. "As you pass thro' ye litte town of ..., exactly 21 miles from hence, on the road to Londn, will you do me the favr to allow your servt to put the little parcel I send into his pockt, drop it as directd. It is a bridle I am forc'd to return. Country workn are such bungrs. "I shd most certainy have had ye honr to wait on you persony, but the rain has given me a mo seve cold;--hope you have escap'd, tho' by ye by, you had no cloke, nor wrappr! "My kindest regards to your mo excellent unce. I am quite sure he's the same fine merry fellw he always was,--tell him so! "Dr Sr, Yours faithy, "Peter Grindlescrew Hales. "P.S. You know perhs yt poor Jno Courtd, your uncle's mo intime friend, lives in ..., the town in which your servt will drop ye bride. He is much alter'd,--poor Jno!" "Altered! alteration then seems the fashion with my uncle's friends!" thought Walter, as he rang for the Corporal, and consigned to his charge the unsightly parcel.