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are right. Heaven grant that it may be renewed at no 

 distant time and under happy circumstances ! May God 

 for ever bless and protect you ! ' 



In 1835 they were married, and had eight short years 

 of great happiness. This was constantly described to rne 

 in a way to make a deep impression on a child's mind, 

 and to account for a sentimental vein in me that was 

 perhaps beyond what was usual even in the days when a 

 very different tone was prevalent among girls than at 

 present. Though my recollection of my father was of 

 the faintest, my hero-worship for him amounted almost 

 to idolatry all through my childhood. I so venerated the 

 few of his written sayings that my mother brought to my 

 notice that I think they powerfully affected my character. 

 I confess it gave me great pleasure when a few years ago 

 I saw two references to him in a volume of Lady Carlisle's 

 letters written from Paris in 1832. The allusion was in 

 a letter dated ' Paris, September 1st, 1832,' and was as 

 follows : ' Edward Villiers is here, only for one day. He 

 is the image of George ' (his eldest brother), * only hand- 

 somer and graver. I think him uncommonly pleasing.' 

 The other notice was on November 5th, when the old 

 lady says : ' Edward Villiers is my love. He is delight- 

 ful, excellent, and interesting. A Villiers without any of 

 the shades.' He died of consumption at Nice in October 

 1843. In Charles Greville's * Memoirs ' is the obituary 

 notice which he wrote for the ' Times ' of November 7th. 

 It has a certain literary interest, as being so much more 

 personal in tone and more deliberately the act of a friend 

 than is usual in notices of the same kind to-day : 



' Last night came intelligence from Nice that Edward 

 Villiers was dead. He went there in a hopeless state, 

 was worse after his arrival ; then an abscess broke in his 

 lungs, which gave a momentary gleam of hope, but he 



