64 EEMINISCENCES OF THE LEWS. 



As to the womankind belonging to P. M., I 

 do not at present feel myself up to describing 

 them. Perhaps I may gain courage hereafter ; 

 let me content myself with saying now that 

 they were of that sort that could safely be 

 admitted into shooting quarters. I remember 

 once an old gentleman who in days of yore 

 filled his glens with his friends, and took 

 immense pleasure in giving aivay all his quar- 

 ters, was so particular about female influence, 

 that he never allowed even his own wife to 

 come into them. 



There was, however, one particular female 

 in F. M.'s establishment, that was so quaint in 

 her ways, and such an endless source of amuse- 

 ment to us all, that I cannot withstand dedi- 

 cating a few lines to her. This was one 

 Celery, Fred's head nurse. In her vocation 

 she was perfection. She doted on the children 

 — they on her; and there was a conscious 

 dignity about her which I never could make 

 out — whether it proceeded from her idea of 

 her importance as nurse to F. M.'s children, 

 or the infinite privilege it was to the said 

 children to be under the care of so sage a 

 matron as herself There was something in 

 her not of the governess, but of the head of 

 that wonderful establishment for the tuition 



