Do not you remember the story my father used to tell us, when we were children, of how his friend the old Duke of Marlborough went to dine with a neighbour, a poor clergyman, whose house was small, whose fires were low, and whose dinner was bad, and when the Duke drove back to Blenheim and entered that magnificent hall, he said with a plaintive sigh, 'Well! home is home, be it never so homely.' So say I, on coming back to this grand palace, from those wretched tents, and so shall I repeat with still greater unction when we arrive at our dear little villa at Kensington Gore. If it should please God that we ever do so, mind that you and your girls are on the lawn to greet us. PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE, LONDON. * * * * * Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: has a levee in the morning=> has a levée in the morning {pg 15} shawls are not fine shaws=> shawls are not fine shawls {pg 134} with repating=> with repeating {pg 369} End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Up the Country, by Emily Eden