upon　the　present　Sir　Rawdon　Crawley；　Bart。
  He；　too；　has　declined　to　see　his　mother；　to　whom　he
  makes　a　liberal　allowance；　and　who；　besides；　appears　to
  be　very　wealthy。　　The　Baronet　lives　entirely　at　Queen's
  Crawley；　with　Lady　Jane　and　her　daughter；　whilst　Rebecca；
  Lady　Crawley；　chiefly　hangs　about　Bath　and　Cheltenham；
  where　a　very　strong　party　of　excellent　people
  consider　her　to　be　a　most　injured　woman。　　She　has　her
  enemies。　　Who　has　not？　Her　life　is　her　answer　to　them。
  She　busies　herself　in　works　of　piety。　　She　goes　to　church；
  and　never　without　a　footman。　　Her　name　is　in　all　the
  Charity　Lists。　　The　destitute　orange…girl；　the　neglected
  washerwoman；　the　distressed　muffin…man　find　in　her　a
  fast　and　generous　friend。　　She　is　always　having　stalls　at
  Fancy　Fairs　for　the　benefit　of　these　hapless　beings。　　Emmy；
  her　children；　and　the　Colonel；　coming　to　London　some
  time　back；　found　themselves　suddenly　before　her　at　one
  of　these　fairs。　　She　cast　down　her　eyes　demurely　and
  smiled　as　they　started　away　from　her；　Emmy　scurrying
  off　on　the　arm　of　George　（now　grown　a　dashing　young
  gentleman）　and　the　Colonel　seizing　up　his　little　Janey；
  of　whom　he　is　fonder　than　of　anything　in　the　world
  fonder　even　than　of　his　History　of　the　Punjaub。
  〃Fonder　than　he　is　of　me；〃　Emmy　thinks　with　a　sigh
  But　he　never　said　a　word　to　Amelia　that　was　not　kind　and
  gentle；　or　thought　of　a　want　of　hers　that　he　did　not　try　to
  gratify。
  Ah！　　Vanitas　Vanitatum！　　which　of　us　is　happy　in　this
  world？　Which　of　us　has　his　desire？　or；　having　it；　is　satisfied？
  come；　children；　let　us　shut　up　the　box　and　the　puppets；
  for　our　play　is　played　out。
  End
  XFIR驗MZ?br />