So, as I said before, I was sitting up for my husband, and whilst I was busy at work, I could not help contrasting my then new situation in life (I had been in the house only one day,--but more of this hereafter,) with the domestic comfort I once thought I should have enjoyed. “Here am I,” (I said to myself,) “closely connected with one of the oldest families in the kingdom,--the wife of a highly respectable professional man,--the mother of five strong and (thank Heaven!) healthy children,--and three of whom are boys, and the other two girls,--without an establishment that I can call my own,--positively driven from my home,--obliged to sell my elegant furniture at a sacrifice of five hundred and eighty pounds and odd,--glad to take refuge in the venal hospitality of a Boarding House!! in G--ldf--rd St--t, R--ss--ll Sq--re, near the F--ndl--ng H--sp--t--l, and at the mercy of a set of people that one really knows little or nothing about.” And why is this?--alas! why? Why, because we were obliged to leave our own house, and all through a pack of ungrateful, good-for-nothing things called servants, who really do not know when they are well off. Ever since we first commenced housekeeping, I cannot say the creatures have let me know one day’s perfect peace. A more indulgent master and mistress I am sure they never could have had. For myself, if they had been my own children I could not have looked after them more than I did--continually instructing them, and even sometimes condescending to do part of their work for them myself, out of mere kindness, just to show them how; and never allowing a set of fellows from those dreadful barracks in Alb--ny Str--t to come running after them, turning the heads of the poor ignorant things, and trifling with their affections, and borrowing their wages, and living upon me. And yet the only return the minxes made me was to fly in my face directly my back was turned, and to drive me nearly mad; so that at times I have been in that state of mind that I really did not know whether I was standing on my head or my heels. For what with their breakages--and their impudence--and their quarrelling among themselves--and their followers--and their dirt and filth--and their turning up their noses at the best of food--and their wilful waste and goings on--and their neglect and ill treatment of the dear children--and their pilferings--and their pride, their airs, and ill tempers--and those horrid soldiers--(but more of this hereafter)--I’m sure it was enough to turn the head of ten Christians. But I do verily believe that both my body and mind were giving way under it; and, indeed, our medical adviser, Mr. J----pp, (as I afterwards learnt,) told Edward as much, and that if he did not get me away, he wouldn’t answer for the consequences; adding, that it was only the very fine constitution I had of my own that had kept me alive under it all. So that when Edward communicated to me what our medical adviser had