cosily hidden in the damask napkin, the dainty fresh eggs, the game-pie, the ham done up in Madeira, and as for the well-aired morning papers, they were never thought of at all!

On the morning in question my valet, Lance-corporal Mulligan, entered the room with our letters on a salver.

I had picked up the poor fellow by the merest chance one night at the Brighton Theatre, where he had been receiving, as a super and sham soldier in a suit of tin armour, one shilling per night, exactly what he got from her Majesty's most liberal government for risking his life night and day as a real one; and so, minus an eye, had betaken himself, after fighting at Alma and storming the Redan, to figuring at the Battle of Bosworth and marching to Dunsinane. So he came to me gladly, while his Biddy and a chubby Pat, born under canvas among the tents of the Connaught Rangers, were snugly located in one of the gatelodges at Craigaderyn.

Erect as a pike he marched up to the table and laid the letters before Winny, all save one, which he handed to me. It was oblong, official, and inscribed 'On her Majesty's Service,' words at the sight of which his solitary eye brightened, while he regarded them with respect, as an Osmanli might the cipher of the Sultan; and then he stood at 'attention,' lingering by, napkin in hand, to hear what the contents were.

They were, as usual in such communications from the Horse Guards, very brief, but not the less gratifying.

The Military Secretary had the honour to inform me, that her Majesty had been graciously pleased to signify her intention of conferring the new order of merit, entitled the Victoria Cross, on certain officers, seamen, and soldiers, for acts of bravery during the late war; that

my name was on the list for it, on the recommendation of Brigadiergeneral Windham, as a reward for volunteering with the ladder party at the storming and capture of the Redan on the 8th September; and that my presence was required at a parade before her Majesty, on a certain day named.

"That is all, Mulligan-you may go,' said I, and he wheeled about sharply, as if on a pivot, and stalked out; while Winny kissed me, ran her white fingers caressingly through my hair, her face beaming with delight.

'But, Winny, by Jove I've done nothing to deserve this. I only tumbled into an embrasure of the Redan, to be tumbled out again,' said I; and I got jambed among the dead.'

'Nothing, darling-do you call that nothing?' she exclaimed. 'O, this is indeed delightful—a real decoration! How proud I am of you! and yet and yet I am loth to leave Brighton for town. We are so happy here; we have been so jolly, Harry.'

But, Winny, we shall return; we have "done" the pier, the parade, and the pavilion again and again.'

'Have you wearied?'
"When with you!

And I with you, Harry. But I am so happy that I fear at times such happiness cannot last.'

'Town will be a pleasant change for a time; and then the spectacle in the Park will be most brilliant, and-all the world of fashion will be there.'

'And one perhaps whom-I don't wish to see,' said she, pouting.

'One-who?'

'Lady Aberconway will be there, no doubt,' she replied, with a little nervous laugh.

'What of that, in the world of London? And what now is Es

the Marchioness of Aberconway, or Aber-anything-else, to me, Winny darling?'

'Nothing now, of course-butbut-'

'But what?'

'I cannot forget that she has been something to you.'

'Never what you are now,' said I, clasping her to my breast with one arm, and kissing her on the eyes and hair.

'You pet me too much, Harry, and I fear will quite spoil me,' said she, laughing merrily again.

'Who could live with you and not pet you? Would you have me to wrap myself up in a toga, a mantle of marital dignity, and remain solemnly on a pedestal like an armless statue, for my little wife to worship? But there was something in one of your letters that made you laugh ?'

'It is from Dora.'
'And her news?'

'Is that she has accepted Vaughan.'

'I am so glad to hear it! Then we shall have another marriage, and more feasting and harping at Craigaderyn ?'

'Yes; about the middle of August, or after the grouse-shooting begins, as dear papa would date it.'

CHAPTER LXI.

'FOR VALOUR.'

It was in the height of the gay London season that this interesting ceremony, which formed the last scene connected with the Crimean War-the last chapter in its glorious yet melancholy history-was to be closed under the auspices of Royalty on a day in June, when the air was clear, bright, and sunny, the sky without a cloud. The place selected for the celebration, though perhaps not the most suitable in

London, was appropriate enough, by its local and historical associations; and Hyde Park seemed beautiful and stirring when viewed through the mellow haze of the midsummer morning, with its long rows of trees and far expanse of green grass, on which the masses of cavalry and infantry, chiefly of the Household Brigade, were ranged, their arms and gay appointments flashing and glittering in the sun, and the mighty assemblage of fashionables, in splendid carriages, on horseback, or on foot-such an assemblage as London alone can produce with the bronze Achilles, the trophy of another and far more glorious war, towering over all.

There were present not less than a hundred thousand of the sightloving Londoners, full of generous enthusiasm. A grand review formed a portion of the programme; but as such displays are all alike, I shall skip that part of the day's proceedings; though there were present the 79th Highlanders, whom I had last seen in the trenches before the Redan, preparing for the final assault at daybreak; the 19th, that with the 23rd went side by side in the up-hill charge at Alma; the showy 11th Hussars in blue with scarlet pelisses, who had ridden in the terrible death-ride at Balaclava; and with glittering brass helmets the gallant Enniskillens, who, with the Greys, had followed Scarlett in the task of avenging them. And there too, commanding the whole, in his plumed bonnet and tartan trews, was old Colin Campbell, riding as quietly and as grimly, amid the youth, rank, and beauty of London, as when he brought his Highland Brigade in stately échelon of regiments along the green slopes of the Kourgané Hill, and heard the gray Kazan columns, ere they fled, send up their terrible wail to heaven, that the angel of Death had come !' This veteran soldier, who had

carried the colours of the 9th Regiment under Moore at Corunna, looked old now, worn, and servicestricken, yet he had the wars of the Indian Mutiny before him still. By his side rode the hero of Kars in

artillery uniform, and that brilliant Hussar officer, the Earl of Cardigan, mounted on the same horse he had ridden at Balaclava.

The royal stand, as yet empty, was elaborately decorated; gilded chairs of state were placed within it; and in front, covered with scarlet cloth, was a table whereon lay sixty-two of those black crosses, cast from Russian cannon, rude in design, but named after her Majesty, and inscribed 'For Valour' -sixty-two being the number who, on that day, were to receive them.

We, the observed of all observers,' had not as yet fallen in, so I lingered near the stand, where Winifred, Dora, and Gwenny Vaughan, and many other ladies were seated, and seeking, by the aid of parasol and fan, to shield themselves from the heat of the sun, and using their lorgnettes freely in looking for friends among the crowd, and in watching the proceedings, chatting and laughing gaily the while, with all the freedom of happy and heedless girls; for the troops were 'standing at ease,' and her Majesty had not yet come.

Winifred was looking charming in her bridal bonnet-charming amid the loveliest women in the world, and they were there by thousands; for she had the beauty of perfect goodness, and of the purest and gentlest attributes of womankind; for she was an artless and generous creature, too simple-minded at times, even in this coldblooded and well-bred age, to have the power of concealing her emotions.

I wore my old and faded red coat of the Welsh Fusileers for the last time; and though there was

something sad in the conviction that it was so, I never felt so proud. of it, or of my looped-up sleeve, as on that day in Hyde Park. I felt that my occupation was gone, and that any other was unsuited to me, for 'it is the specialty of a soldier's career, that it unfits most men for any other life. They cannot throw off the old habitudes. They cannot turn from the noisy stir of war to the tame quiet of every-day life; and even when they fancy themselves wearied and worn-out, and willing to retire from the service, their souls are stirred by every sound of the distant contest, as the war-steed is roused by the blast of a trumpet.'

Often in fancy before this-for I was ever addicted to day-dreams

I had pictured some such fête, some such ceremony, some such reward, for all our army had endured in Bulgaria, and done by the shores of the Black Sea; but the reality far exceeded all I had ever imagined.

In my school-days, how I had longed, with all a boy's ardour, to fight for my country and Queen ! Well, I had fought-not for either, certainly, but for the lazy, wretched, and contemptible Turks-and her royal hand was about to reward me, by placing an order on my breast.

The longing, the wild desire to achieve, to do something great, or grand, or dashing, had ever since those school-boy days been mine; now that mysterious 'something' was achieved, and I was about to be made a V.C. before that vast multitude, and, more than all, beneath the soft kind eyes of one who loved me more than all the world.

'Who the dooce is that handsome woman, on whom' (I failed to catch the name)' of ours is so devilish spooney?' I heard one tall Plunger, in a marvellously

new panoply, lisp to another, as he checked his beautiful black horse for a moment in passing.

'What! can it be possible you don't know? It is the talk of all town,' replied the other, laughing, and in a low tone; 'she is Lady Aberconway, old Pottersleigh's wife -a more ill-mated pair don't exist in Europe, by Jove !'

'So she has found consolation ?' Rather.'

And the two glittering warriors with black boots, shining breastplates, and fly-away whiskers winked to each other knowingly, and separated.

I looked in the direction they had indicated. Close by me an officer of the Oxford Blues, with his horse reined-in close to the stand, was engaged in a conversation, by turns gay and animated, or low and confidential, with-Estelle ! She was seated near her mother, Lady Naseby, who looked as impassible and passionless as ever, with her cold and imperious dignity of face and manner, and her odious white shock, now somewhat aged and wheezy, in her lap.

Love,' it is said, 'is as hard as any snake to kill.' Perhaps so, but I could regard her daughter now without any special throb of my pulse, or thrill in my heart.

Still I could not but confess that her high class of beauty, in style, polish, and finish, was wonderful, and when in repose, cold and aristocratic to a degree. She had achieved already that which has been justly described as 'that queenly standard women so often attain after marriage, while losing none of their early charms,' unless I except a little heartless flippancy of manner in the conversation, which, as I was pressed near her by the crowd, I was compelled to overhear.

Her toilette was as perfect as lace, tulle, and flowers could make it.

How often had I gazed tenderly and passionately on that face, so false and yet so fair, and kissed it on lips, and eyes, and cheek! and now it was turned smilingly, laughingly, and, I am sorry to add, lovingly, to the boyish and insipid face of that long-legged, curled, and pomatumed Guardsman, who had

never set a squadron in the field,' nor smelt powder elsewhere than at Wormwood Scrubs or Bushey Park.

I turned from her with something of sublime contempt, and yet, odd to say, I felt a nervous twinge, as if in the arm that was now no longer in my sleeve, when her voice reached me; but after all that had come and gone, that voice could find no echo now in my heart. Sweetly modulated it was still, but seemed to me only 'low and clear as the song of a snake-charmer.'

'It will be the ball of the season -you will be there of course?' she asked.

'Only if you go, Lady Aberconway not unless,' replied the trooper in a low tone; what or who else should take me there?'

'So they have made your uncle a K.C.B.'

'Yes-and somebody is going to marry him on Tuesday at eleven in Hanover-square.'

'And your brother is coming up for his little exam. I have heard also.'

'Yes-at Woolwich. The idea of any fellow fancying the Artillery.'

Is he handsome-is he anything like you? Then, without waiting for a reply to these important queries, she suddenly said,

Gracious, mamma, there is another poor creature without an arm!'

'Poor deyvil-so there is,' drawled her male friend, and then I knew by these flattering remarks that their august regards were turned on me; but my bushy Crimean beard, my empty sleeve, and, as yet, rather pale cheek, and more

over my face being half averted, prevented Estelle from recognising me; or it might be, that I dwelt but little in her memory.

'What is that officer's regiment?' she asked, adding doubtfully, 'he is an officer, isn't he-but his uniform is deplorable!

'Twenty-third-Welsh Fusileers.' 'Ah, indeed!

I now turned fully round; for a moment our eyes met, and then I moved back to where Winifred sat. Estelle eyed me keenly enough now,and fanned herself, as I thought, with a little air of vexation, from time to time. Yet that was not flattering: for I knew that though a woman may forget, she does not like the idea of being forgotten, or that even when flirting with another, her empire over an old lover's heart is at an end.

She had deteriorated in style, and her tone of flippancy was not that of the Estelle I had once loved; and as for the boy Guardsman, with whom gossip was already linking her name, poor fool! his love for her and her extravagance soon ruined him. Bills were dishonoured thick and threefold; cent-per-cent, London and Judea between them cleaned him out. A meeting of the Guards' Club passed such resolutions that he was compelled to begin the sliding scale-from the Guards to Line, and thence to the devil,' as the phrase is—and to recruiting for H.M. 2nd West India Regiment in Sierra Leone, where drink and fever finished him; and he lies now by the bank of the Bunce river, as completely forgotten by Estelle as if he never had been.

'Do you see who is there, Harry?" asked Winifred, with a rather agitated voice.

'Yes; what of it, little one?"
'Only that I hate her!'
'Why?'

'For her treatment of you.'

'How odd said I, laughing; had it been otherwise, Winny, we should not have had our delightful little trip to Brighton. Think of that, my British matron!'

'I am not a matron yet, but only your bride; the honeymoon is not yet over, sir.'

'Thank God you are so, darling! What an escape I have had from being in old Pottersleigh's place! But there sound the trumpets, and I must fall in-fall in for the last time.'

And as drum and bugle sounded on all sides, and the arms flashed in the sunshine when the order was given to 'shoulder,' a brightness seemed to pass over all the eyes and expectant faces in the grand stand. The Queen had come, and all that passed subsequently was like a dream to me then, and is more so now.

The sixty-two officers and men who were to receive the cross (and fourteen of whom belonged to the navy) were all, irrespective of rank, marshalled according to the number of their regiment under Lieutenant John Knox of the Rifles, who, like myself, had an empty sleeve. The braided breast of his darkgreen uniform seemed ablaze with medals, for he had been with the ladder party in the attack on the Redan, where he lost an arm by a grape-shot.

There were but two officers of the 23rd to win the decoration, and we were posted between two privates of the 19th, and two of the 34th; but all passed the royal stand in single file. I had never seen the Queen hitherto, and suddenly I found myself before hera smiling-faced, graceful, though stout little lady, in a low hat, adorned with a beautiful plume, and wearing a scarlet tunic and blue skirt; and I certainly felt my heart vibrate, as with her own hands she pinned the decoration