lage musicians was engaged to direct our evolutions with his violin. But Mary Millward obstinately refused to join us; and so did Richard Wilson, though my mother earnestly entreated him to do so, and even offered to be his partner.
We managed very well without them, however. With a single set of quadrilles, and several country dances, we carried it on to a pretty late hour; and at length, having called upon our musician to strike up a waltz, I was just about to whirl Eliza round in that delightful dance, accompanied by Lawrence and Jane Wilson, and Fergus and Rose, when Mr. Millward interposed with,—
"No, no, I don't allow that! Come it's time to be going now."
"Oh, no, papa!" pleaded Eliza.
"High time my girl—high time!—Moderation in all things remember! That's the plan—'Let your moderation be known unto all men!'"
