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The
poor
boy
's
letter
did
not
say
much
.
He
had
been
too
proud
to
acknowledge
the
tenderness
which
his
heart
felt
.
He
only
said
,
that
on
the
eve
of
a
great
battle
,
he
wished
to
bid
his
father
farewell
,
and
solemnly
to
implore
his
good
offices
for
the
wife
--
it
might
be
for
the
child
--
whom
he
left
behind
him
.
He
owned
with
contrition
that
his
irregularities
and
his
extravagance
had
already
wasted
a
large
part
of
his
mother
's
little
fortune
.
He
thanked
his
father
for
his
former
generous
conduct
;
and
he
promised
him
that
if
he
fell
on
the
field
or
survived
it
,
he
would
act
in
a
manner
worthy
of
the
name
of
George
Osborne
.
His
English
habit
,
pride
,
awkwardness
perhaps
,
had
prevented
him
from
saying
more
.
His
father
could
not
see
the
kiss
George
had
placed
on
the
superscription
of
his
letter
.
Mr.
Osborne
dropped
it
with
the
bitterest
,
deadliest
pang
of
balked
affection
and
revenge
.
His
son
was
still
beloved
and
unforgiven
.
About
two
months
afterwards
,
however
,
as
the
young
ladies
of
the
family
went
to
church
with
their
father
,
they
remarked
how
he
took
a
different
seat
from
that
which
he
usually
occupied
when
he
chose
to
attend
divine
worship
;
and
that
from
his
cushion
opposite
,
he
looked
up
at
the
wall
over
their
heads
.
This
caused
the
young
women
likewise
to
gaze
in
the
direction
towards
which
their
father
's
gloomy
eyes
pointed
:
and
they
saw
an
elaborate
monument
upon
the
wall
,
where
Britannia
was
represented
weeping
over
an
urn
,
and
a
broken
sword
and
a
couchant
lion
indicated
that
the
piece
of
sculpture
had
been
erected
in
honour
of
a
deceased
warrior
.
The
sculptors
of
those
days
had
stocks
of
such
funereal
emblems
in
hand
;
as
you
may
see
still
on
the
walls
of
St.
Paul
's
,
which
are
covered
with
hundreds
of
these
braggart
heathen
allegories
.
There
was
a
constant
demand
for
them
during
the
first
fifteen
years
of
the
present
century
.
Under
the
memorial
in
question
were
emblazoned
the
well-known
and
pompous
Osborne
arms
;
and
the
inscription
said
,
that
the
monument
was
"
Sacred
to
the
memory
of
George
Osborne
,
Junior
,
Esq.
,
late
a
Captain
in
his
Majesty
's
--
th
regiment
of
foot
,
who
fell
on
the
18th
of
June
,
1815
,
aged
28
years
,
while
fighting
for
his
king
and
country
in
the
glorious
victory
of
Waterloo
.
Dulce
et
decorum
est
pro
patria
mori
.
"
The
sight
of
that
stone
agitated
the
nerves
of
the
sisters
so
much
,
that
Miss
Maria
was
compelled
to
leave
the
church
.
The
congregation
made
way
respectfully
for
those
sobbing
girls
clothed
in
deep
black
,
and
pitied
the
stern
old
father
seated
opposite
the
memorial
of
the
dead
soldier
.
"
Will
he
forgive
Mrs.
George
?
"
the
girls
said
to
themselves
as
soon
as
their
ebullition
of
grief
was
over
.
Much
conversation
passed
too
among
the
acquaintances
of
the
Osborne
family
,
who
knew
of
the
rupture
between
the
son
and
father
caused
by
the
former
's
marriage
,
as
to
the
chance
of
a
reconciliation
with
the
young
widow
.
There
were
bets
among
the
gentlemen
both
about
Russell
Square
and
in
the
City
.
If
the
sisters
had
any
anxiety
regarding
the
possible
recognition
of
Amelia
as
a
daughter
of
the
family
,
it
was
increased
presently
,
and
towards
the
end
of
the
autumn
,
by
their
father
's
announcement
that
he
was
going
abroad
.
He
did
not
say
whither
,
but
they
knew
at
once
that
his
steps
would
be
turned
towards
Belgium
,
and
were
aware
that
George
's
widow
was
still
in
Brussels
.
They
had
pretty
accurate
news
indeed
of
poor
Amelia
from
Lady
Dobbin
and
her
daughters
.
Our
honest
Captain
had
been
promoted
in
consequence
of
the
death
of
the
second
Major
of
the
regiment
on
the
field
;
and
the
brave
O'Dowd
,
who
had
distinguished
himself
greatly
here
as
upon
all
occasions
where
he
had
a
chance
to
show
his
coolness
and
valour
,
was
a
Colonel
and
Companion
of
the
Bath
.
Very
many
of
the
brave
--
th
,
who
had
suffered
severely
upon
both
days
of
action
,
were
still
at
Brussels
in
the
autumn
,
recovering
of
their
wounds
.
The
city
was
a
vast
military
hospital
for
months
after
the
great
battles
;
and
as
men
and
officers
began
to
rally
from
their
hurts
,
the
gardens
and
places
of
public
resort
swarmed
with
maimed
warriors
,
old
and
young
,
who
,
just
rescued
out
of
death
,
fell
to
gambling
,
and
gaiety
,
and
love-making
,
as
people
of
Vanity
Fair
will
do
.
Mr.
Osborne
found
out
some
of
the
--
th
easily
.
He
knew
their
uniform
quite
well
,
and
had
been
used
to
follow
all
the
promotions
and
exchanges
in
the
regiment
,
and
loved
to
talk
about
it
and
its
officers
as
if
he
had
been
one
of
the
number
.
On
the
day
after
his
arrival
at
Brussels
,
and
as
he
issued
from
his
hotel
,
which
faced
the
park
,
he
saw
a
soldier
in
the
well-known
facings
,
reposing
on
a
stone
bench
in
the
garden
,
and
went
and
sate
down
trembling
by
the
wounded
convalescent
man
.
